1. My Tortured Slave (Part 1)


    Date: 5/4/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Toys, Violence, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    for a while, and think about your new life. I will be back soon” I returned a few minutes later with a few item, A couple vibrators, scissors, ball gag and a small black electric stick. I had figured that electricity would leave little to no damage to her skin but just to be sure I adjusted it to the lowest setting. I kept the black stick but left the other items on the counter of a cupboard in one of the corners. “Look sir I know you’re lonely…” “Would you like to undress yourself or should I?” I said cutting her off, she caught a glimpse of the black stick in my hand and I gave the button a push and a small electric loop danced across the head. Her eyes widened and she jumped at this and the action knocked her off balance, she looked at terror at the stick as I came closer to her, she was trying to distance herself from it choosing pain over standing still. “Well?” I asked “Please sir this is a misunderstanding, I’m sorry for what I did to you whatever it was” she began pleading with me, while pathetically pushing herself away. Her full lips temporarily mesmerising me for a second, I looked along her body; she was wearing a white tank top and brown short shorts. I brought the stick to her and pressed the button, electricity jumping to her bare thigh. She jumped and screamed, her cute body spasming, muscles around the leg contorting from the shock. Beads of sweat sowed across her forehead and she looked at me with pleading eyes “Please…” she begged, I gave another shock to ...
    her armpit, this one having a better effect, the scream was louder and the jump was more exaggerated, pain twisted her face and tears came from her eyes. I held the stick to her smooth hairless arm and she twisted trying to get away from it. I held fast and asked again. “Would you like to undress or should I do that for you?” I grabbed her chin and pulled her so she was looking right at me; she had broken down into tears and they were flowing freely down her face, black eyeliner streaking her cheeks. I gave her a series of shocks along her collarbone and watched as she jumped around and contorted in different poses. My ears were beginning to hurt from all the noise she was making. She looked up at me meeting my gaze, anger and hatred filled those perfect eyes. She spit on my face and yelled “Fuck you mother fucker! I’m not doing Shit for you!” I smiled cruelly at her letting her saliva travel unmolested down my face. She was done with trying to be rational with me and her niceness was gone. One of the reasons I had picked her was because she was so nice. I would see her pictures of her playing with kids and helping out charities and I knew she would be perfect. I would purge her of her kindness. She would now addresses me with hostility, but I dint have any need for hostility. “I was hoping you would say that” still smiling at her, she saw the look in my eye and her anger was replaced with terror. “No please sir I didn’t mean anything by it you were just…” I slipped the ball ...