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SirSTRYKER -> THE STUDENT CHAPTER THREE- by SIR STRYKER (12/4/2004 12:53:55 PM)
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THE STUDENT CHAPTER THREE
by Sir Stryker
It had been two hours of highways, side streets, and back roads before the limo pulled to the side of a dirt road. Diane looked out the darkened windows but could see nothing but trees, fences, and cows.
“You’ll have to wear this from now on Missy,” the gruff sounding driver said. He was leaning over the back of the seat with a blindfold in his hands. Diane leaned forward and bowed her head. His large clumsy fingers tied the knot in the back. She settled back in the leather seat as the car lurched forward once more.
Twists, and turns, up small hills just to roll down the other side of them. This ride was making no sense at all. Yet even the ride thrilled her. The fact that she was sitting in the back of a limo with a fat gruff driver she’d never met before, and still hadn’t, actually. She was dressed only in her house coat, and going to a location she could not see. In the pit of her stomach Darlene wondered, but only for a moment, if she really DID want to see where she was going? A good point in her budding submissive favor, was that she quelled that feeling quickly and resigned to the opinion that she was in for the long haul. The car kept driving onward.
Soon the large car approached the rolling green hills of its destination. A five story mansion. It has a lovely garden section, a swimming pool, two hot tubs, three tennis courts, and a nine hole mini golf course. There were stone statues placed along the fine cut lawn. Yard furniture and gazebos along with water fountains and fish ponds also dotted the landscape.
Inside, the mansion’s hallowed halls were impressive. There was an array of art and antiques, pieces that the members contributed and enjoyed between puffs of cigars and sips of brandy. The members were prominent members of the city. They used these impressive digs as on long standing member, the CEO of a national reality firm headquartered there, leased to a out of country entity unknown.
There were several full service bars, which were well staffed with servants. When any of the members chose to brunch on Sundays, during fine weather, the fifth floor roof garden offered a commanding view of the city.
Darlene saw none of this however, as the large car sank down a hidden driveway. It was now three floors below ground and came to a stop in some sort of delivery tunnel. The driver got out and opened the back door. Reaching in he snatched her right wrist, more roughly than he’d been during the drive, and drug the woman out of the vehicle.
She could not see a thing as, on unsteady legs, Darlene stood. The driver pushed her from the middle of her back. She took two scared steps forward until she landed into the soft arms and body of an apparent female. Darlene could smell the strange perfume. She felt the woman’s breasts mash against her own. Then she felt something else, pain. Shape pain as the unseen woman’s open palm landed across her left cheek.
“Get off me you clumsy little bitch,” a stern female voice yelled in her ears. Shock over took the blinded captive. She tried to back away, only to have her head snatched forward, as the strong woman grabbed her by the hair and commanded, “This way idiot little slut.” Diane had no idea where “this way” was as she followed in confused bewilderment.
The sound of the limo ascending the ramp lessened. The pain at the feeling that her hair would be yanked out by the roots did not. With head still forcefully bowed, the lead woman finally swung Darlene around by her hair and slammed her back against a cold stone wall.
“Stand still pig,” the stern warning came as a dazed Darlene felt the rough concrete stones scraping her back. Next the sound of a key turning a lock was heard. A draft was felt as the captor shoved the girl into the room. Diane stumbled and fell on her face unable to see.
“Stand slut,” the woman bellowed. Quickly Diane scrambled to her feet and turned to face the direction of the voice.
“Remove your robe, strip bitch, then stand straight up, hands out from your shoulders, legs spread apart.” As these orders were being given the woman strolled around Darlene and slapped her on the ass through her robe. A slight shocked whimpering sound escaped the still blindfolded woman’s throat as she complied.
Standing now completely nude, in a strange place, before an even stranger woman, arms spread out, palms down, fingers extended, legs spread, toes pointed forward, Darlene stood, and waited. From behind her the other woman removed the blindfold. Darlene’s eyes took a moment to survey the room.
“Yes, that’s right slut, go ahead look around, and get used to your new home bitch,” the woman hissed in her ear. Feeling the woman was a bit too close to her Darlene took one step forward. A sudden pain at both her nipples stopped her in mid step. The woman had reached around the slave and dug her long painted nails into the fleshy nipples and tugged the girl back against her.
Darlene was in intense pain as she felt the force of those deadly nails pierce her flesh. She moaned yet tried not to escape, fearing more pain. The woman behind her now began to gently fondle the girls large breasts. Although Darlene had always been straight, she did find a not so unwelcome pleasure at this, and leaned back tighter against the soft body behind her.
“That’s right slut, pain and pleasure in equal doses awaits you if you’re a good little doggie. They surely both will be yours, but as to the dosage, well that depends upon you bitch,” the woman whispered in Darlene’s ear as again she began to pinch and twist those swollen nipples.
After what seemed like an hour, the woman released her grip on the girls breasts and strolled in front of her. She sat in a large stuffed fabric chair, about six feet from where Darlene was standing and said, “Come to me bitch.”
Darlene, with arms still outstretched resembled a airplane as she slowly walked towards and then stood before the seated woman.
“Drop your arms to your sides and turn around slut.” As Darlene complied, the woman reached between the arm of the chair and the seat cushion and produced a small wooden paddle and said, “now turn around doggie.” A grimace showed on the girls face, assuming what was to follow yet not know exactly why.
WHACK! A sudden resounding blow landed full on the middle of both ass cheeks. It was such a hard blow, not quite expected to be delivered so expertly. The force of it made Darlene yell out in pain and nearly jump to the same spot she’d just been standing at. Two lovely red welts rose up immediately on that flesh of the girls ass.
“Turn around bitch and face me,” the stern voice spoke. As the girl turned her face showed a streaming tear rolling from the corner of her right eye down to drip off her jawbone.
“Come to me slut,” again the woman in charge spoke.
With her eyes cast downward in an attempt to avoid the piercing stare from the woman, Darlene again slowly walked to within a half of foot of the seated woman.
A loud sigh came from the chair and then voiced the words, “Turn around again whore.”
Darlene already new what to expect now but she had no idea why. She also noticed that not one welcoming sound had reached her ears since the driver so politely insisted she don the blindfold. She stood there in silence. She clenched her ass cheeks tight hoping that would somehow lessen her impending pain.
The woman stood and placed a foot stool before the trembling Diane and said, “kneel and bend over this doggie.” The captive slave obeyed and was suddenly pained within herself at the thought of her now exposed ass being on display to a woman with a paddle.
The woman then produced two lengths of chain with cuffs attached to each end. Expertly, she snapped the cuffs on Darlene’s wrists then dragged the chains to the girls ankles, adjusted the snap hooks on the larger cuffs there to keep the chain snug, then cuffed her ankles as well.
Darlene was going no where fast. She could feel herself turn beet red as her face warmed. The woman was behind her now. She had seated herself after moving the chair closer to the girls ass. Using her soft yet firm hands, the woman fondled Darlene’s ass cheeks. A shudder at the touch semi comforted the girl. The woman’s palms lightly slid over the two recently placed bruises. She smiled to herself at how quickly she had been able to raise such a sight on this lovely ass.
As Darlene knelt there, excitement grew in her. She lifted her head to look around as the other woman performed her examination behind her. She saw that all but one corner of the room had been carpeted. In the cement corner was a dog kennel sitting upon a metal grate which was over a drain. In her wildest dreams Darlene could not imagine a dog being comfortable inside that contraption.
She turned her head to the left and viewed on the far wall a wooden cross bolted in place. There were chains with wrist cuffs hanging from the top of it, and shorter chains with cuffs at the bottom legs of the cross. She knew if her body would ever find comfort there, it would not be much comfort at all, as the black oak monster seemed to be calling to her. Bound and kneeling naked before a woman who was fondling her ass, Darlene quickly turned her head away and looked to the right.
Various instruments capable of inflicting pain were adorning the wall. Whips, cat of nine tails, riding crops, paddles, chains, ropes, dildos, vibrators, ass plugs, all neatly placed either on hooks or nails and in full display for all to see, especially the frightened Darlene.
Still accepting, yet not quite accustomed to the hands of a woman roaming over her ass, Darlene noticed that she had not seen a bathroom, nor a bed. There was no clothes closet nor vanity to use either. None of the normal comforts were present. There was however, one small, old, dirty, bare ripped mattress.
As she was about to complain to herself about having to actually lay there on that nasty smelly mattress, she felt her ass cheeks being spread wide apart. Embarrassment overtook her as she could feel the eyes of that woman burning deep into her exposed little brown hole.
It seemed to wink uncontrollably. Then it produced an unknown pain.
“Agghhh!! Please no, not there please???” Her screams came from the feel of a thick dry hard plastic butt plug being wickedly forced past her ass hole. There was no relief. There was no pleasure. There was nothing but a searing pain which quickly had the girl crying and screaming. The chains offered little hope of escape. The cuffs bit into her wrists and ankles as she tried in vain. Wiggling her ass as a wanton school girl did nothing to lessen the intruding pain either.
“Ouch, ouch, please stop, I can’t take this anymore, please,” the helpless girl begged to no avail. The woman behind her didn’t stop until the entire length of the thick hard plastic butt plug was completely lodged deep up the girls ass. Then the woman spoke her warning.
“If this plug falls, flies, drops or shoots out of that nasty, ugly, fat, pig slut of an asshole of yours, this day will be one your memory will fight to block out, but fail to be able to do so bitch.”
The woman stood, selected a riding crop from the wall and returned to the prone captive. A sudden series of blows landed with fierce force on the girls naked ass now. Little square black and blue marks began to rise up from the top of her ass to the bottom of those globes. With each sharp blow, Darlene yelped and screamed. It seemed the more she hollered, the more she was beaten.
There was nothing but the sounds of the constant slaps from the brute crop landing all across her ass, and the screams and cries for mercy in that room. In this moment, mercy had failing ears.
The woman began to work up a sweat as she labored intensively on the girl. It wasn’t as if she actually enjoyed beating the girl, it was as if she HAD to do so. She continued to slap the crop against that ass in the same spots, over and over again. Even the woman had lost count of how many blows she’d delivered. Darlene thought she would soon pass out but that sort of luck was not in the cards this day.
All Darlene could do was remain kneeling there and squeeze her ass hole as tightly as possible to ensure that damn butt plug remained lodged exactly where it had be put. This was not an easy task to accomplish while have the Hell beat out of your ass.
Suddenly the whipping stopped. The girls ass felt as if it were on fire. Blisters had replaced some of the bruise marks. Some of the blisters had been hit and split open making an ugly sight indeed. Just from FEELING the pain back there, the girl was glad she actually could not see it herself. She just hung her head and sobbed and cried uncontrollably, gasping for breath.
The woman snatched the butt plug from the girls asshole which made an awesome popping sound as it came out. Darlene froze a moment trying to decide if it was removed or had fallen out. In her current state of affliction, she really wasn’t sure. Next the woman bent and unhooked the ankle cuffs. Darlene could feel her ankles “breath” as the blood returned to them. Then her wrists were also released and a limp body laid helplessly over the foot stool.
By yanking the girls hair again, the woman then roughly stood the girl upright and walked her a few feet away, kicking the foot stool out of the way in the process.
“Stand up straight doggie, hands at your sides, eyes lowered, head up bitch.”
The girl tried her best to do as ordered. The woman walked back to her chair and again said, “come to me bitch.” From somewhere deep inside her, much deeper then even the pain of the whipping, Darlene instinctively knew now how best to approach this woman. In complete and utter submission she knelt and crawled on all fours towards her punisher.
A cruel, yet satisfied smile crossed the woman’s face as she finally decided the girl may just have potential after all. Darlene remained on her knees at the woman’s feet. Her ass hurt like Hell but a warmth of satisfaction was budding inside her.
The woman stood and removed her blouse. Then she ordered her slave to sand. When the girl stood the woman raised her own hand over her head and expose her soaked arm pit to the sluts face.
“Since you have made me create this sweat, you shall clean it up slut. Lick my arm pit doggie.”
There was a slight hesitation which brought about a severe slap to her mouth as the woman brought her other hand up to slap Darlene.
“Obey without question or hesitation or receive all the more slut whore, it’s all the same to me either way,” the commanding woman spoke harshly. Quickly the girls moist pink tongue snaked out of her mouth and darted into the woman’s sweaty stinky arm pit. At first taste it was clear that soap and water had not been there often. Yet to obey and avoid further pain, at least for the moment, Darlene lapped the underarm juice as if it were a bowl of ice cream. As soon as she had satisfied the woman, the other arm pit was exposed, and it received the same bath from the girl.
The woman then barked “Kneel doggie slut.”
In a flash the humiliated Darlene was on her knees in the acceptable submissive position. The woman seemed to stare through her as she spoke.
“I am here to teach you pig. I am not your friend. I despise your very being personally cow. It is not my place to give thought to you at all, save I have been instructed to initiate you to your new home. The rules are simple slut. When anyone calls you to them, no matter who they may be, you will always approach them on your knees, head bowed and kiss the feet of the person who summoned you until you are told to do something else. You will remain locked in this room. It shall be your home. Should anyone care to fuck you, or use your body in any manner, you will comply. Each failure, hesitation or at the slightest sign of refusal or, which even you I am sure are not stupid enough to do so, but the use of the word “NO” by you will bring unbearable pain to you slut. Be very assured of this, for if it does or does not come from the One you have rebuked or disobeyed, it shall surely fall to me to ensure it never occurs again, one way or the other slut.”
The still burning flesh that once was a rather shapely ass on Darlene could attest to that first part, but even in her wildest dreams the slave could not bear to think what the term, “one way or the other,” meant. No she was not stupid at all.
With out waiting any further instruction, Darlene began to kiss the shoes of her instructor. The shoes the woman wore were white sneakers, of the deck shoe type. At least, the girl noticed as her face approached them, they were once white. They were a filthy off shade of gray now, yet her lips kissed the tops of the toe end of each shoe reverently. The stench of too long unwashed feet drifted through the thin worn material yet undaunted, Darlene continued to kiss up to the top of the shoe where it met the skin of the foot, then continued to kiss around the shoe towards the heel. After paying the same oral homage to the remaining scrungy shoe, the slave thought she was finished and stopped.
It did not take her long to realize that the favorite target of this particular woman was her ass. From nowhere a flat piece of wood which resembled a triple wide ruler only much heaver landed with a thud on her well blistered bottom.
A shriek of shocked pain came from the girl, but was muffled as her mouth immediately became planted full on the top of a nasty sneaker. The woman smiled as she felt a warm tear drip on her ankle and run down the side of her foot. Just for her own sadistic pleasure the woman landed yet another sharp blow on that ass. She loved the way it bounced and danced to the tune of the pain.
Much to the disgust and dismay of the slave, the woman commanded, “Remove the shoe pig and continue your cleaning and licking on my naked foot.” Then the woman crossed her legs and dangled her right shoe in the girls face.
There is a word, namely, compliance. Webster’s New World Dictionary, Third College Edition describes it as, “a complying, or giving in to a request, wish, or demand; acquiescence.” During this encounter thus far Darlene had been quite compliant to the woman. But now she thought she had reached a non crossable point. She had always maintained her personal hygiene. Obviously this woman didn’t. From just the stench of her nasty, filthy shoes the slave wanted to vomit, yet she kissed in compliance to save her ailing ass cheeks. She could not have imagined the horror her nostrils would soon be given over to, not to mention her very mouth if she actually allowed such a nasty thing to happen. She was froze in deep thought of escape and fear, and yes, defiance. “Hell no beat Me to death if you want to bitch but I’ll never allow that nasty foot on these lips,” she seemed to be thinking out loud.
Without even noticing any sort of movement from above her, Darlene felt three swift stinging harsh blows from a cat of nine tails land just below her shoulder blades.
“YYYYYYYiiiiiiieeeee!!!!” was all she could manage from her pained throat.
Three more blows landed leaving plenty of stinging red welts on her soft bare back.
“Oh please, Ma’am no more no more,” the girl begged. And as if by magic, the beating stopped. The foot was removed and the woman bolted directly to her feet. She bent down and scratched her fingernails into the slaves scalp as she twisted them into a fist of her hair and snatched the girls face up. Darlene wanted to cower but her eyes flew up to the woman’s above her, but there was no defiance in them at all.
“What did you say you pathetic fat little pig?” the woman demanded. Darlene was unable to recall. She’d begged to have the pain stopped. A slap landed on her face, splitting her lip.
“I heard it if you didn’t slut whore,” the woman spat down at the girl, “and know this, you will never fucking call me Ma’am again pig.” Then as if to add her own brand of disgust the woman snorted and spat a gob of slime directly in the slaves face.
“I am not a Ma’am you filthy little pig. I am here to train you bitch. I too have been where you are now. I know your type, hungry for attention. Thinking that the BDSM scene is a life of ease. Wanting something a little different, a little kinky. You little bitches are all alike. But you, you are in waters that have a very deep bottom pig girl. If you ever refer to me as Ma’am again I personally will, at great peril to myself, slice your fucking throat and drink your fucking blood and spit it in your ugly face before your body grows cold. If you must refer to me at all, you shall address me as sister, nothing more. Then with a sudden and constant yanking back and forth of the slaves head, the woman barked, “Do you fully fucking understand pig?”
The tear stained, and totally shocked slave lowered her wide eyes to the floor and through choked crying answered, “Yes sister.” With a slap at her face once more just because, the woman shoved the slave’s head back, causing her entire body to be dumped backwards and sprawled on the carpet. As the woman once again sat down and crossed her legs, Diane quickly returned to all fours. That nasty shoe dangled in front of her once more, and there was no hesitation in it’s removal.
All the dark, moist, stinky dirt and filth that had been trapped inside that shoe for way too long was now inches from the sluts mouth. She slowly reached her tongue out but the foot was pulled back away from her.
Sneering down at the tormented little pig beneath her, the woman could not resist adding just one more dose of humiliation. “Beg to feast upon what I have created in my shoe for you little pig face. After all it has been over a month since that shoe has left my foot.” Then she began to wiggle and flex and spread her toes which caused pieces of dirt and lint to fall to the floor.
Gathering what little composure she had left, Darlene strained her neck to draw her face closer to the smelly female foot and begged, “Please sister, allow this unworthy slave to lick clean you most precious foot.” Immediately the foot lowered to the reaching tongue.
It took all Darlene could do to choke back her own vomit as she licked and sucked the toes of that nasty foot. The smell, the dirt, the fact that she was doing this with and FOR a woman, all these thoughts, plus the pain from her well beaten body and sore asshole ran through her brain in a mixture of “What the Hell have I gotten myself into?” as she orally labored on that foot. Then somewhere from deep within her, a feeling returned that warmed her. It was the realization that to be made to do this, and to actually do it, meant she was indeed learning her role as a submissive after all.
Her tongue slowly lapped and lingered between each filthy unpainted toe. She licked the toe jam from the woman and showed it to her on her tongue before gulping it down to her stomach. If she was going to do this, she was going to be the best foot licker this bitch ever had. In earnest now Darlene soon forgot what she was licking and sucking on. Her only thoughts now were to well please this damn woman, in spite of it all. The name calling, the beatings, now this. There was a calm that overcame the girl. She licked the bottom of the foot from heel to the soft undersides of the toes, and even used her teeth to clean untold filth from the woman’s toenails.
“Enough,” barked the woman after nearly an hour of the forced foot worship. She thought to herself that this one may be enjoying this part of her training too much. She’d other hideous ways to degrade the little pig. The woman stood up and removed the shorts she was wearing, as Darlene once more knelt straight upwards, head bowed, and arms folded in her lap. The woman then turned around and knelt in the chair. She placed her face just on the thick soft back of the chair and wiggled her ass in the sluts face.
“Spread my ass apart pig girl,” she hissed over her shoulder, “and lick my asshole until told to stop slut.”
Darlene gasped at the thought, then simply reached up, gathered the woman’s ample ass flesh with trembling hands and spread the cheeks wide. The tiny dark hole seemed to be laughing at the slave. The woman wiggled her ass in the girls hands as if to tease the slut. Then the woman gasped and her breath drew in sharply as she felt a moist warm tongue lick lazily across her asshole.
Darlene never did this before but she soon became a natural ass eater. That burning desire grew hotter inside her now. She was more than determined to out do nasty, sorted, sadistic thing that could come from this bitch who called herself “sister.”
As she continued to lick and probe the woman’s ass Darlene became aware that it was indeed pleasing to “sister.” This fact alone compelled the slut to allow her tongue to slide further downward. With a mind of it’s own her tongue licked against the woman’s pussy lips. She tasted the moistness and liked that it was there. It was not that she liked the taste of a woman’s pussy, but she did like the fact that she had created the moisture in one who was so cruel just moments earlier. Without comment Darlene sucked those quivering pussy lips into her mouth and licked up and down them. Then her lips encased the throbbing clit of the woman. Darlene’s tongue now slapped at the clit like a boxer using a speed bag.
“No no you must not. It is not permitted,” the woman softly protested. Darlene heard the words, but also the passion which carried them. She could feel the woman spreading her thighs even further apart, welcoming that tongue at her clit. Darlene was determined to force this bitch to now accept her terms. Hearing no further protest, and no longer fearing the lash, the slave freely licked and lapped at the woman’s pussy until she screamed into the back of the chair and flooded the slaves mouth with her cum.
“Ahhhhhhhh, dammmmnnn it’s been so long,” the woman cried. Her legs clamped around the girls face until her climax subsided. Then a look of sheer terror came over the woman’s face. It frightened Darlene to see it. Then came a booming voice from well concealed speakers which were in ever corner of the room saying, “Have you had enough fun sister, you fucking slut?”
Darlene jumped back on her haunches, her head turning this way and that trying to find the person who just spoke. Then she saw the speakers. Her heart sank.
“But Master, forgive me Sir, the slut tricked me, she…” but the pleading woman’s voice was sharply cut off.
“You have fucking lost control of your assignment slut and now, cage and feed the pig, then report to the theater as you shall now have an encounter with Max.”
The woman bowed her head and with a grimace on her face softly answered, “Yes, of course Master.” She turned and stared down at the slave and said, “Follow pig” and walked towards the cage. Darlene followed on her knees and crawled into the cage. The woman opened a can of hash and dumped it into a dog dish. In another she poured a bottle of water and set both bowls into the cage, and then locked it with a large pad lock.
“Eat well piggy as you shall not be fed again until six in the morning. Also unless someone, and I doubt it, decides to use your worthless body, you will not leave this cage. When you have to relieve yourself lift the center portion of the floor of the cage. Beneath it is an open drain. That is your toilet slut. Also know that besides the speakers which you have just heard, in this room are several cameras. Thus far, everything said and done in this room between us has been filmed, viewed, and displayed through this house on a closed circuit system.”
A sudden deep degradation overtook the girl. She’d never thought of that at all. Damn now who ever was upstairs already saw her with a woman, and they would most surely see her go to the bathroom as well.
Just before the woman reached the door to leave, Darlene ventured one question.
“Sister please may I ask, who is this Max?”
A sly knowing yet still cruel smile returned briefly to the woman as she turned to face the caged slut fully.
“Silly, silly little pig whore, soon enough you will rue the day you asked that question, slut.”
The door then opened and with head bowed, the woman went through it. The door closed. Darlene was caged, naked, whipped, had a lesbian encounter, licked the nasty foot of her tormentor and simply left alone with nothing but those never closing eyes of the cameras.
The end, but yes chapter
Four is forthcoming F/friends
Written by Sir Stryker
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