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Introduction: Part 2 Please read part 1 to understand the story, especially before voting. I woke up to the smell of piss again. I scrambled out of bed and was stripping the sheets when the door slammed open against the wall. She closed it, grabbed me by the hair, and threw me to the ground.
No, Mother, please!
Youre disgusting! Fourteen years old and still pissing in your bed! Strip those filthy clothes off now!
I had to do what she said, even though I knew what was coming. The sick thing was that a part of me wanted the punishment while the other part wanted nothing more than to escape. When I was naked, she grabbed my hair again and dragged me to the post of the bed. Just like every other morning where I hadnt been able to control my bladder in the night, she tied me to the post, facing the door.
No, Mother, please dont! It wont happen again, I promise!
She ignored me and grabbed my penis, tying one end of the string to it and the other to the door handle, stretching me out straight. Strapped down as I was, I could do nothing but watch. She reached into my top drawer and pulled out a belt.
Ill teach you, you filthy little bastard! Ill teach you to piss in your bed!
She brought the belt down, and I screamed as I threw my head back. Again and again and again, five times she struck the belt down on my penis as I screamed. God, the pain hurt so good! Against my will, I could feel the string tighten around my penis as it grew longer and harder. I hoped she wouldnt notice, but she always did, and she did this time, too.
Youre a sick fuck! You like pain? It says that you do, you sick fuck!
She untied the string and started stroking it. Her hand was sweaty, and the pain as she rubbed against the welts only increased my need to climax.
You know what will happen if you get your filth on my floor, little shit! Dont let it happen!
I knew what would happen. She would whip me if I came, but I couldnt help It. The stroking was a combination of intense pain and unbelievable pleasure, and it only took moments for me to shoot streams of cum onto the wood floor.
Fuck! Now youve done it, you disgusting pig!
She untied me and spun me around before securing me to the post again. She left the room, and I stood there, half in terror, half in eager anticipation. When I heard the door creak, I tried to hide my grin, but she saw it.
Well see how much you like pain, you sick fuck!
The whip came down across my back, and I screamed even as my penis twitched. The screams continued with every lash, and I could feel the blood running down my back. Twice during the whipping, I climaxed, shooting my filth all over my stomach and the bed. When she tired, she untied me.
Clean up this mess! Dont come out until you and this room are spotless!
She left, slamming the door closed behind her, and I stiffly went to my bathroom to get the cleaning supplies. That was when I heard screaming. It sounded like me, but higher pitched. Over and over again, screams split the air. I looked around to see who it was, and…
He bolted up in bed, the screams still filling his head. He jumped out of bed and looked around, trying to figure out where they were coming from. Then he remembered and looked at the television. She was awake, and the screams were coming from her as she struggled against her bonds. He grinned and watched her for a moment before taking a step toward the bathroom. It was then that he noticed his sticky, wet clothing. His dream had once again triggered a nighttime orgasm. That particular one usually did.
As he showered, he listened to the screams of pain that continued from the television, and he wanted to stroke himself to another climax, but he restrained himself. He made sure that every inch of his body was clean, and then he dressed in his meticulous manner, all in black as usual. He stayed barefoot, however.
He practically skipped down the stairs to the kitchen where he made himself breakfast. He could still hear the screams from the television upstairs, but they were muted, and he was glad for it. He knew that once he was in the room with her and her screams, he wouldnt be able to control himself for long. As it was, the sounds just kept him semi-hard.
He finished his breakfast and went down to the basement. He waited as the steel door swung open, stepped inside, and watched her as the door shut and locked. Her eyes snapped to him immediately, and the screaming stopped. She was going to pass out if she didnt take deeper breaths, and he watched to see if that happened. It didnt.
Where the fuck am I? she sobbed. What the fuck did you do to me?
He raised his eyebrows in irritation. Of course, she wouldnt remember anything from the night before. Not how to address him, not how to please him. He would have to teach her all over again. He stepped in front of her and slapped her hard across the face.
Fuck! she yelled as the tears flowed down her cheeks. What the fuck do you think youre doing?
He slapped her again, harder this time, and she cried out. What–
A third slap split her lip open again, and she just whimpered.
Good, he said when she stared at him silently. Now, lesson number one: You will not speak unless spoken to first.
But–
This time he balled up his fist and punched her. She screamed, and his cock hardened.
You will not speak unless spoken to first, he repeated, and she nodded silently.
Rule number two: Only when spoken to, you will immediately answer with either Yes, Ahriman or No, Ahriman.
Whos Ahriman? she sobbed, and he sighed heavily before punching her again, opening up a cut underneath her left eye. She cried out weakly and then hung her head.
You dont listen very well, do you, bitch? he growled. You will not speak unless spoken to first! He took a deep breath. Now, tell me the first two rules. If you get them wrong, I will punish you.
Yes, Ahriman, she breathed. The first rule is I will not speak unless spoken to first. The second rule is When spoken to, I will answer with Yes, Ahriman or No, Ahriman.
Good girl, he said, smiling. Those two responses are the only words that will come out of your mouth unless I specifically ask for a longer answer. Understand?
Yes, Ahriman.
Third rule: You will obey my every command without hesitation. Hesitation will bring on extra pain. Rule four: In the case of a longer answer or a question, you will call me My Lord. He folded his arms across his chest and watched her closely. You will never escape from me, so dont try. I dont know how much you remember from last night, but Im guessing its not much, so I will have to teach you everything again. He walked around her to look at her back. The whip marks had scabbed over, but she had some lines of dried blood where it had dripped first. You are in pain?
Yes, Ahriman, she whispered with a sob.
Hmm. Not enough, I think, but that can wait. She bit back another whimper as he untied the ropes from the eye bolts in the floor and then removed her hands from the ceiling hook. He kept the roped tied to her ankles, and her wrists stayed tied together. I assume you need the restroom, and you definitely need a shower. Come with me.
He took a step and looked back at her, but she just stood where he had left her, her eyes filled with fear. I said come with me, he snarled, a feral look coming into his dark eyes. He grabbed the rope that secured her wrists and stalked to the corner of the room, dragging her behind him. She stumbled as she tried to get her numb feet to work, but she tripped over them and fell to her knees. He ignored that and continued forward, dragging her along the concrete floor. Her knees and shins were scraped mercilessly, and she cried out again. He stopped in front of the toilet and dropped her to the floor. Do what you need to. I will be back in five minutes. Without another word, he left the room, but not before he gave Mother a bright smile. She just stared at him. He wasnt going anywhere, and he watched the monitor in the wall outside the room to see what would happen. The other did her business and then washed her hands in the sink. He was glad to see that she cared about hygiene. Then she just stood and looked around the room. Her eyes went wide when she saw the wall of whips and canes, and then she saw Mother.
The scream that was ripped from her throat almost caused him to climax all by itself. She scurried to the corner farthest away from Mother and curled herself up in a ball on the floor, her arms over her head. The screams were still audible, and he couldnt wait any longer. He reentered the room and only glanced at Mother before stalking to the other and grabbing the rope around her wrists.
No! she screamed, fighting him. She kicked out at him and even managed to bite his hand. Let me go! Leave me alone, you sick fuck!
Mothers words coming from her mouth slammed into his brain, and he roared as white-hot fury filled him to overflowing. He dragged her back to the chain and easily lifted her to attach the rope to the hook. She was still kicking, and she made contact with his chest as he was tying her feet again. That only added to his rage, especially when he looked down and saw a dusty footprint on his black shirt. He ripped the shirt off and threw it on the floor, his muscles bulging as he grabbed her chin and held her tightly. You will pay for that, you cunt! he snarled as he stared into her eyes.
He had been going to wash her gently, but he was out of control now. He hooked up the hose to the sink and fastened it to a series of clasps so that the nozzle hung directly over her head. He turned on the cold water full force and watched as it poured over her, eliciting more screams. He stripped to the skin, grabbed a long-handled brush, much like the ones at a car wash but smaller, and a bottle of disinfectant soap. Then he stepped in front of her. Her eyes went wide as he held the brush under the water for a moment and then poured soap on it. He started scrubbing her body with as much finesse and gentleness as he would have used to scour rust from steel. Her screams continued as her skin turned red, and he made sure to clean every inch of the front of her. Then he moved behind her and repeated the process o on her back. He was rough enough that the scabs came off most of her cuts, and the water going down the rain was quickly stained red. He even used the brush on her hair. By the time he was done, her screams had died down to sobs and whimpers. He rinsed the brush and put it away but let the water run until it was almost clear. When he turned it off, she hung there, shivering.
He stepped in front of her again, relatively calm, but his cock was fully erect now. That was for not obeying my command to follow me. If you are good and follow the rules, you will be pampered with warm showers and gentle cleanings and will generally be treated well. If not…well, that was just a taste of what I will do to you. Now, you will pay for speaking when you werent spoken to, biting me, kicking me, and calling me that foul name.
He untied her feet, and she gave him no resistance this time. He unhooked her arms, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her to a short, wide, black bench that was situated perpendicular to the wall next to Mother. The others eyes flickered to Mother fearfully, but she pressed her lips together and didnt say anything. Kneel on the bench, he ordered, and she did so. She was learning. He put her on the bench face down and tied her wrists to an eye bolt in the wall just above the bench. Then he tied her ankles to a spreader bar at the bottom of the bench and tied her knees to the edges of the bench. When he was done, her chest was on the bench, and her ass and pussy were up in the air. He looked at Mother and grinned, even as Mother stared at him with a hateful glare.
He moved so the other could see him, and he stroked himself slowly as her eyes bulged in her head. I have decided that I must call you something. That something will be Kaneez. It means slave, which is what you are. Now, Kaneez, will you do as you are told without hesitation?
Yes, Ahriman, she whispered.
Good, but I must still punish you for your earlier transgressions. His voice was soft, but his eyes were fierce, and Kaneez whimpered. He continued stroking himself as he got a thin cane off the wall and a large dildo and an electric wand from a shelf. He set the last two on a table and stood behind Kaneez. He stopped his masturbating and brought the cane down on the sole of her left foot. The shriek she gave caused his cock to jump, and he could already feel his climax approaching. It only took five more strikes, all on the soles of her feet, and the almost continuous wailing from her for him to know he was going to cum. He held the cane in his right hand and moved to Kaneezs head.
Open your mouth, he said breathlessly.
She tightened her lips and shook her head, and he brought the cane down on her welted back. She screamed, and he forced the head of his dick in between her lips. You bite me, and Ill beat you unconscious, he growled. Now suck!
She tried to do as he said, but she obviously hadnt had much practice, and she just kept him on the edge of his climax. Furious and frustrated, he ordered, Open wider! He grabbed the back of her head with his left hand and laid another stripe across her back with the cane. When she tried to scream again, he shoved his cock into her mouth and held it there. He continued to strike her back, and she continued to try to scream. The vibrations on his cock and the sounds of her pain were enough, and he shot his load down her throat, groaning loudly and throwing his head back as his hand tightened in her hair. Finally, he pulled out, and she coughed and gagged.
Well have to work on that, he said. He picked up the dildo and wand and moved back behind her. He ran one finger around her asshole, and she flinched. Have you ever been ass-fucked, Kaneez?
No, Ahriman, she sobbed.
Too bad, he said with a wicked smile, because that means this is just going to hurt even more. Well have to stretch you out a bit first, though. He went back to the shelf and got a three pronged rectal speculum. He brought it back to her and, without any warning, forced it into her ass so that the handle pointed up, laying against her ass crack. This produced yet another scream, and his cock twitched as a small trickle of blood started flowing down her leg. He turned the ratchet, and her asshole slowly stretched out, her scream getting louder with each click of the ratchet. She barely took a breath before the scream started again. He continued stretching her out until the speculum was at its widest diameter–about two and a half inches. By then, her screams had become sobbing moans, and he was hard again. He would have fucked her ass, but he noticed with a disgusted grimace that she was not clean back there, and he picked up the dildo instead. It was about ten inches long and almost six inches in circumference. He placed the head between the prongs of the speculum and pushed it in her ass. Her scream came back as he shoved it in until the base was flush with the metal of the speculum. He let go, and her body tried to force everything out again. He moved to the shelves and grabbed a roll of duct tape. He forced it inside her again and then held it there while he ran the tape around her hips to keep it there.
Do you remember asking me to fuck you on my car last night, Kaneez?
Yes, Ahriman, she wailed.
Well, this isnt my car, but you got your wish last night, and youll get it again now. But first…
He picked up the wand and taped it to the bench in such a position that it rested directly on her clit. Then he ran tape from it to her thighs so that she couldnt buck away from it. He turned it on to the highest setting, and she cried out. Tell me, he said, placing his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Are you on birth control?
No, Ahriman.
Why not?
Because I make men use condoms.
He slapped her ass hard, and she yelped. You forgot something. Try your answer again.
She sobbed once. Because I make men use condoms, My Lord.
So you are fertile, yes?
Yes, Ahriman, she whispered.
Good, he said and slammed into her. She was so dry that he only made it about halfway, and she howled in pain, but he only pulled out and tried again. The lack of lube made his dick burn, but he welcomed the pain, and on the third try, his belly hit the dildo in her ass. She was still screaming, and her cries spurred him on. He pounded into her again and again, his pre-cum starting to smooth the way. Each thrust caused her to cry out. He dug his fingers into her hips, making sure they gripped her welts. She was sobbing and gasping for breath by the time he shot his load deep into her womb with a roar. He held himself still until his cock stopped pulsing, and then he slid out and quickly grabbed a six inch vibrator. He stuck it in her pussy, turned it on, and used the tape to hold it in. Then he walked so that she could see him.
Is that what you wanted last night, Kaneez?
She was gulping air into her lungs, but she managed to say, No, Ahriman.
Why not? You said you wanted me to fuck you. Is that not what I just did?
Yes, Ahriman, but it hurt, My Lord.
He grinned cruelly. I know. Youll get used to it. You may even get to like it. Well see. If not, it doesnt matter. You are here for two reasons. To serve me and to carry my child. Her eyes went wide with fear. Now, Im going to clean up. You are going to orgasm whether you want to or not. Over and over and over again. That is your final punishment for striking me. Mother will keep you company.
Her eyes flew to Mother who had watched the entire thing without saying a word. No, Ahriman! she screamed. Please dont leave me here alone with that!
I slapped her face hard. That, he snarled, happens to be Mother. She will keep an eye on you to make sure you dont do anything stupid. Then he grinned. Not that you will be able to do anything, strapped down like that. But believe me, Mother loves to hear screams. He turned his back to her and was pleased when she sucked in a breath. She heard my screams when she did this to me, and now she will hear your screams–your screams of pain and your screams of pleasure. Someday they may become one and the same.
He took the cane to the sink and carefully cleaned and sterilized it before hanging it on the wall. Then he washed his hands in the sink and collected his clothing, frowning deeply at the footprint on his six hundred-dollar shirt. After he had Kaneez trained, she would definitely be doing the laundry, but for now, it fell on his shoulders. Before he left the room, he gave Mother a brief kiss on her cheek and told her to enjoy the view. The door shut behind him, and he looked at the monitor. He hit a few buttons so that it was set for the camera that was aimed at the bench, and he saw that Kaneez was already trying to fight against the first orgasm that her body would force from her. He continued to watch until her body shuddered, and she let out a pitiful wail. She obviously hadnt wanted to cum, but the stimulation of her clit and pussy gave her no choice.
Ahriman chuckled and walked upstairs to clean up. He dumped his clothes in the hamper and turned on all the television sets in his bedroom. He turned the sound up all the way on the one that showed Kaneez, however. She had turned her head away from Mother, and he could see her start to shake as she fought the response of her body. He stepped into the shower and was thrilled that he could still hear her gasps and moans. He washed himself carefully, leaving his cock for last. He stroked himself to hardness and suddenly felt the intense need for his own dose of pain. He left the shower, dried off, and went to his bedroom. He took a riding crop, two belts, and a special length of twine from the top drawer of his dresser. He looped the end of the string around his cock and tightened it just underneath the head. He tied the other end to the door knob. He stepped backwards toward the bed and strapped his thighs to the post of the bed with one belt and his chest to it with the other. He took the crop in his right hand and brought the keeper down on his rigid cock.
I know you like pain, you little fuck! he yelled, bringing it down again. Dont you dare get your filth on my floor, you little shit! The crop came down again and again and again as Mothers words came from his mouth until he was about to cum, and then he dropped the crop and grabbed his cock, violently pumping it, rubbing the welts until tears came to his eyes. When he came, he threw his head back and cried out, You sick fuck! You filthy, disgusting pig! Stream after stream of hot, white cream shot from his cock. As the last bit dribbled from the tip, he untied the twine and undid the belts. Then he fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily but with a huge grin on his face. The sounds of Kaneez having yet another orgasm were in his ears as he fell into a deep sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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