For those who have not read previous chapters
Hayley was 22 and Ryan 23. Hayley’s job was mainly administration. Customising standard documents according to the salesmens’ specifications. It was a bit monotonous but on the other hand stress free. It meant she could enjoy a good social life without worrying about how it might affect her job.
She had a slim face with high cheek bones. She had thick, long, waved shoulder length, golden hair, green eyes, a cute button nose and slightly full kissable lips. Her breasts were perhaps 37 though she hid them behind a round full bra. A 25 inch waist, 35 inch hips with a firm butt and reasonable legs. Not beautiful but very attractive.
Ryan is slim, brown haired, lazy, works in a warehouse. He has hypnotised Hayley so she cannot say bad things about him and cannot resist anything he wishes to do to her. She can resist anything he tells her to do. Obedience here is enforced through traditional methods.
It is an evolving story and if you have the patience I recommend starting from or at least skim reading part three. You can access earlier parts by clicking on the bust icon to the left of the read icon or do a search.
Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Twenty Three
Hayley gets to play Doctor and Nurse
Next day Haley went to work. She had a problem working with the clothes Ryan insisted she wear as they would not hide the chafing marks around her wrists and ankles. It was also obvious when she sat down or leaned back in a chair that she was in pain. None of her co-workers asked her about the marks or about her occasional wincing when she sat down or lent back. They all knew, and those that didn’t quickly learnt, that these could only have come from some bondage or BDSM session. Hayley might have been able to explain away marks on her wrists or ankles, but not on both.
It was an embarrassing day. She should have called in sick. Hayley had told her female colleagues who had asked about her changed bust shape when she stopped wearing bras that it was a more natural fitting bra than her previous one. Worn for comfort. There was now discussion whether she was wearing a bra at all. Some of the men lasciviously suggested perhaps she was not wearing panties either.
Previously sexless Hayley, who always wore her hair up at the office to play down her feminine looks, was now seen increasingly as the sex object she had always strived not to be. No-one confronted her. No-one could say the clothes she wore were anything other than office appropriate. It was the speculation of what was underneath and the discussion of her ‘sexy’ sex life. She was a sexual being after all.
Over the next weeks this attracted several unwanted attempts to chat her up by male colleagues. Naturally they concluded she was lesbian when their advances were rebuffed.
Hayley suggested to Ryan, as submissively as possible of course, that any activities that might leave her visibly marked or in pain the next day should be done on Saturdays. Ryan said he would consider it. He didn’t want her to lose her job. She might be his sex toy and he might be a bit cruel to her but he didn’t want to ruin her life and future. Besides she still had to pay for all the things he had made her buy. So the next role play he set for a Saturday.
Sue was immersed in exams. She had also gone on the pill but this took a month to be safe. He had known when she first came up that she was in a so called safe period. He didn’t want to keep risking it though. It was ‘agreed’ with Hayley she should come up again in six weeks. After that he might drop her. Young girls were too complicated to deal with.
“Maybe we’ll bring your mother up instead,” he half joked. Hayley bit her lip.
It was Saturday and Ryan explained the role play.
“I thought we’d use the naughty nurse costume. You can be the nurse who gets checked, tested and punished and I’ll be the doctor who does the checking, testing and punishing.”
“Let the fun begin Master,” said Hayley ironically.
“We’ll start with me having called you to my office. The nature of the hospital will become clearer as we go on. We will call you Nurse Slut. Go and change into your uniform.”
Hayley changed into her uniform. A nurse tiara like head piece, white with a red cross, a white tunic with two red crossed pockets and front zip. It just covered her cunt and ass cheeks. She pulled the zipper down till her tits were just held in. White stockings that came to mid thigh and were attached to the bottom of the tunic by red suspenders. There were two red ribbons at the top of each stocking with a white cross on each. She then wore the six inch red heels that were Ryan’s favourite because they embarrassed her in public so much. No panties of course.
When she returned Ryan had a stethoscope round his neck that had come from the costume and was seated behind the kitchen table that he had brought into the living room. He gave Hayley two hair grips to hold her hair back behind her ears. She knew it made it convenient for slapping her.
“Nurse Slut,” he began, “I have called you here today because there have been complaints about your work. It is my intention to punish you for these complaints and to set you certain hospital tasks and see how you perform them.
“As you know this hospital treats patients for sexual stress and sexual psychological disorders through playing out therapy and counselling. Nurses look after them and play out and doctors do the counselling. You know we also believe that jobs in the hospital are best done using natural parts that God has given us rather than artificial instruments if at all possible.
“The patient in room nine has complained that when he asked for a tit fuck you did not squeeze your tits appropriately. Show me your tits Nurse Slut.”
Hayley lowered the zip the extra two inches it needed and pulled her tits out.
“Put your hands by your side and push them out.”
Ryan stared at them as if examining them. He noted the creamy white smooth texture, the half circular nature of the lower curves, the dimples on her medium sized areolas, the nut sized brown nipples. Stupidly Hayley felt embarrassed. She felt as if she really was a bad nurse being asked to display herself to her boss. The problem with role play, as she had discovered before, was that it played with your mind.
Ryan noticed a soft blush in her cheeks and smiled inside. Outside he endeavoured to look stern.
“I can’t see anything wrong with them. 37 inch C+ cup are they?”
“Yes Master.”
“Yes Doctor,” Ryan corrected.
“I,m sorry. Yes Doctor.”
Come round here and give me a tit fuck and we’ll see how you do.”
Hayley walked around to the side of the desk. Ryan turned his chair and took out his penis. It was soft. A little awkwardly Hayley put it between her tits and then holding her tits with her hands rubbed them up and down around it. Ryan let her continue for thirty seconds. Nothing much happened.
“Very well Nurse Slut. Return as you were, but keep your tits out. In fact hold them out and up with your hands.”
Ryan walked slowly towards the dungeon room and returned with a thin cane. Hayley stood waiting for him to come back, wondering what he was going to bring to punish her tits. Her heartbeat had risen well before he came into sight before her. She saw the thin cane and trembled slightly.
“I think the correct punishment here would be to punish the implements you failed with. Four I think.”
Hayley knew this was a small number. She also knew from previous experience that this was only because this was going to go on for a long time.
Ryan swished the cane up and down so she could hear and see it and then brought it down across the two tits she was holding out. She gave a hiss through her teeth but held position. She held position for the second. For the third she couldn’t stop crying out a little and bending forward. She quickly regained her stance for the final hard one.
“Aah!” Her knees bent and she leaned forward, face screwed up. Again she regained her position.
“I think that is satisfactory,” said Ryan and left her to stand there feeling the pain while he walked in a deliberate fashion back into the dungeon room to replace the cane. He came out and sat behind the desk. You may put them away Nurse Slut.”
Hayley put her tits back inside the tunic and pulled the zipper up the minimum necessary to keep them in.
The patient in bed 11 said you did not display your body parts to him correctly as you were sucking the patient in bed 12. Lets pretend you are sucking a patient on this table. I will stand behind you and you can display your body parts to me.”
Ryan lent down to take something from a bag on the floor and put a dildo with a suction cup on the table. Hayley bent over at the waist and began sucking it. Ryan stood behind her. Hayley spread her legs. She put her hands back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to show him her ass hole. Ryan rubbed a finger around it.
“I can see he doesn’t get a full view of your cunt.”
Hayley, all too aware of the ridiculous, humiliating position she was in, lowered her hands so she was using her two index fingers to pull open her ass and stretching the little fingers to open her cunt. Ryan made a few noises and looked for about thirty seconds. It was the first time he had seen her with stockings. He was not a big fan, but he could see how it could be used to make her look and feel more tarty.
“H’mm, I can see you need some practice on properly exposing yourself. I still can’t see fully up your cunt hole. You could try using a mirror. Stay like that.”
Once again Hayley was left exposing herself to imaginary eyes and left to anticipate the pain that would no doubt be imposed upon her bent over ass. She stayed in the same frozen position, the dildo half in, half out of her mouth and waited for him to return, giving her plenty of time to anticipate what bad thing was going to happen to her next.
Ryan returned with a paddle.
“Three I think. Hands on desk.”
Hayley put her hands on the desk and dildo in mouth waited for the first blow.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Hayley’s butt turned a delicate rose pink. She maintained the pose while he returned the paddle to it’s place and resumed sitting behind his desk.
“Resume position.”
Hayley stood and clasped her hands in front of her.
“There are other complaints about your cleaning and sexual services, but we’ll leave those for the moment. Another important point about our nurses is that in addition to cleaning their patients, they should be clean and hygienic themselves.
“Are you clean and hygienic Nurse Slut?”
“I hope so Doctor.”
“Do you clean up your snatch every day?”
“As far as I can reach Doctor,” said Hayley, colouring a little.
“Come into the examination room.”
Ryan led the way into the dungeon room.
“Perhaps you’d like to lie down on the examination couch.”
With a sense of foreboding Hayley lay on her back on the dungeon table. The leg and arm areas had already been divided so she lay in a semi cross position, legs akimbo. Ryan velcroed the ankle and wrist straps.
“Right, let’s look at your cunt.” He pulled her cunt lips apart as wide as he could. She felt his eyes boring into her inner depths.
“Looks dirty to me.”
He went out of the room and came back with a cylindrical brush that you would push down a sink or use for cleaning long glasses and a bowl of soapy water.
Hayley felt like you do in the dentist’s just before they start drilling.
Ryan put the brush in the water then opened her lips with one hand and pushed the brush into her vagina. He got in an inch before Hayley began writhing.
“Ohh, ohh.”
He pushed it in more. It hurt. It hurt a lot scraping against her delicate inner tissue. She could not stop her vagina contracting, making it worse. She began screaming and jerking, her ass started rising and falling rapidly. Ryan made a final push. She was surprisingly resistant, but it all went in. He left it for a moment to give her time to recover and relax then pulled it out.
Hayley let out a high pitched squeal that turned into a scream then changed to agonised moans as she dealt with the aftermath. Her whole cunt tube hurt. Ryan looked at the pain etched on her face and had second thoughts about doing it again in case it led to bleeding.
“I think we should use natural cleaning fluids nurse.”
He flicked the water off the brush and approached her face.
“Suck this and cover it with saliva.”
The brush tasted of washing up liquid, but Hayley laved it with her tongue and desperately salivated. She asked for it to be pushed further into her mouth making her gag but creating more saliva and getting it on more of the brush. It came out dripping.
“I think it might damage me Doctor,” she said tremulously.
“Important to be clean.”
Ryan spat on her cunt hole and eased it in this time. Slowly, to much hip twisting and groaning he got it in. He began pushing it up and down and twirling it around. Hayley jerked and shook. Her pelvis went up and down and she screamed loudly. Water began running from her eyes. Finally Ryan pulled it out. Hayley let out her loudest scream yet.. Her cunt tube felt red raw as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, which in a sense it had been. And, she was aware, he was going to want sex with her later.
She was turned over and the same thing done to her arse hole. It burned as if she had eaten an over chillied curry. She hated to think how painful it was going to be when she went to the toilet.
“Now your body nurse. I’m sure you smell.”
He released her from the table and took her to the bathroom. She hurt inside both holes. She suspected she was going to hurt for some time.
“If you would care to strip and stand in the bath. We don’t want to soil your uniform.”
He exited while she undid the suspenders from the tunic and took off her shoes and stockings. She unzipped the tunic and slid it off her shoulders.
“You can leave the hat,” he said as he returned with a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush. So now her outside was going to feel like her inside.
“Legs open, hands behind head nurse.”
Ryan put on some rubber gloves, rubbed the brush across the soap and began scrubbing her vigorously.
“Aah! Oh! Ee! Uuh!”
Hayley twisted and turned as the rough bristles turned her once silky white skin into a roughened red.
“Stay still nurse!”
How could she stay still? She tried. She didn’t want to be punished, She tried going rigid , but the brush going over areas already brushed was too much. Teas came yet again and she sobbed quietly. He moved her around and turned her doing front and back. He opened her ass cheeks to rub the inner parts. He did under her arms. He did her tits of course.
“Aaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!” It became an almost continuous scream as he rubbed her sensitive tit skin raw and then moved between her legs. They kept closing which annoyed him. He had to keep stopping to let her open them again.
“What a moaning Minnie you are,” he said to her continuous howls of anguish and twisting and turning.
At last the ‘cleaning’ stopped. Hayley stood, legs parted, hands on head, naked except for her collar, crying her heart out.
Ryan looked at her reddened body. It was red everywhere except her face. It ruined her beauty, but it made his dick hard. He wanted to pull her out and stuff it in her here and now, but restrained himself. He was going to be using it in her mouth next anyway.
“Very good Nurse Slut. I think you’d agree you’re much cleaner now.”
Hayley, wet and covered with water droplets and red as a beetroot from neckline to ankle just stood and cried.
“Wouldn’t you agree nurse?” he asked in a sharper tone.
Hayley pulled herself together enough to blurt out a stammering reply of, “Yes Doctor. Much cleaner now,” and then burst into tears again.
“No hanging around Nurse. We need to clean your mouth next. Kneel down and face me with your mouth open. You can move your hands off your head.”
Oh God what now? thought Hayley. Not her mouth. Please not her mouth.
“This time we will use a more natural method.”
Ryan dropped his trousers, put some liquid soap on his hard cock and began pushing in and out of her mouth.
Hayley automatically began using her tongue and lips to suck him.
“What are you doing nurse?”
Ryan pulled out and gave her face a forehand and backhand.
“What a slut you are. Just keep your mouth open so I can clean it properly. I want to work up a good lather.”
Ryan pushed in and out for five minutes, topping up the soap periodically. Soap slid down her throat. She choked a little and the experience was not nice but compared with many things Hayley was getting off lightly. At least it was a painless interlude if her whole body feeling sore inside and out could be called painless.
Eventually he stopped, put his soapy dick back in his pants and went to get her something to rinse the soap with. It was not really a surprise when he returned with a glass of cold piss that had been in the fridge.
“Here wash your mouth out with this natural rinse aid.”
Hayley swashed the piss around her mouth and spat it down the sink until most of the soap taste had been replaced with piss.
“Thank you Doctor,” she said when she had finished. There was about an inch left in the glass.
“Might as well drink that bit up Nurse. Organic things are good for the stomach as you know.”
“Yes Doctor.” Hayley quickly drank back the remaining piss in the glass.
“I think I need a bit of relief after that. Put your hands in the bath.”
Hayley bent over the bath edge ass up, legs spread so Ryan could fuck her. Ryan pushed his cock in and began fucking her.
Yes, Hayley thought, that was her, fuckable on demand.
He rammed in and out of her once personal hole for a few minutes then pulled out without coming. The soap that had been on his cock hurt the soreness that was now her fuck tube. She clenched her teeth until he eventually stopped. She half expected him to continue by fucking her arse but he didn’t and moved on to the next thing.
“You can get dressed again nurse.”
A few minutes later the sore skinned Hayley, once again in her ‘sexy’ nurse uniform returned to the living room and stood in front of the table. The material, though light, was now chafing her newly scrubbed body.
“Now nurse, let us see what other complaints we have.”
He paused to look at an imaginary clipboard.
“Distraction.” He paused again to look at her. Hayley held her hands clasped in front of her and looked at the floor.
“Patients say that when giving oral massage or vaginal massage you are easily distracted. Let us test that. Come around to this side and kneel in front of me.”
Ryan turned his chair sideways and Hayley did as requested. Ryan pulled the zipper of the dress down and using her nipples pulled her tits out.
“We’ll start with a finger massage.”
He held out his left hand and she began sucking each finger in turn. She sucked hard, kept her lips tight to the finger and tried to leave as little saliva behind as possible on the final suck before moving on to the next one.
“Perhaps you should look up at my face while you are doing it to check my satisfaction rating.”
Hayley looked up at him. He admired her beautiful green eyes and her high cheek bones, the hair pinned behind her ears that then fell forward to her shoulders leaving her face clear. As she reached the long middle finger he reached down to twist her nipple. She carried on normally for a moment but as he twisted harder it became impossible. She began to grunt, then squirm, then moan and then push down on his finger to push it deep within her mouth to control the pain and the scream she wanted to emit.
He released and with a grunt and an effort she tried to resume her finger sucking. As she transferred from the middle to the ring finger he twisted sharply and unexpectedly. Her head shot back and her eyes lost contact with him.
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
Her body squirmed around his grip. He enjoyed the gyrating movements and the agony on her face. He pulled towards him, left then right. Twisted it the other way using maximum pressure. When he finally let go she was left gasping and moaning.
“I can see what they mean,” he said, “you definitely lost contact there.
“Didn’t you nurse?”
She met his look and mouth still contorted with pain manged a “y, yes doctor.”
“Yes nurse.” He nodded sagely. “Let’s try some toe massage. Kneel horizontal butt in the air so I can practice some finger toning on your butt cheeks.”
Hayley assumed the position and befan sucking his left big toe. Ryan could easily massage her butt cheeks which he did for a moment while she put all her effort into being as sensuous as possible with his toe. As she moved on to the next toe he reached for a paddle on the floor near him and wacked it down on her firm rounded flesh.
Hayley was caught off guard and her head roae for a moment to yelp with pain before quickly pulling herself together nad pushing her mouth quickly down on the next toe. Another stroke came. Three, four, five, six came in rapid succession. It was all she could do to maintain her position and keep her arse facing the punishment. Her behind went down and round and from side to side to return to the central position and immediately receive another punishing, slapping stroke. She didn’t dare put her mouth near one of his toes in case she bit it. Her teeth were clenched and her head on its side pressed hard into the worn carpet. Her splayed hands tried to grip the weave to steady herself but there was nothing to grip.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Ryan stopped when she was a blubbering mess, her arse was black and blue and his dick was crying out to come.
“Open your cunt for me cunt.”
Crying and groaning she put her hands behind her to pull open her labia. Once again expose that personal hole for his satisfaction.
Ryan looked at the open rubbed raw hole, lined his dick up and pushed it in.
Oh the relief! He felt her tighten her cunt muscles. He held it in for a few moments just enjoying the feeling of her tight, warm tube. Her body and hole were quivering from the pain he had inflicted. He reached under her to grab and squeeze her sore tits. The he began pushing in and out, trying to delay the cum. Rocking back and forth into the sobbing girl doing her best to please him. Then in and out faster. He gripped her tits harder and she moaned more. She yelped each time he shoved in and hit her agonised butt. She moaned continuously from the soreness of her cunt tube. As he gradually increased his rhythm, finding it very difficult to control himself, he gripped her harder and banged against her harder until, with her quivering and yelping and moaning, he finally rammed two super quick thrusts and squirted his semen, his spunk, his jizm, his whatever he felt like calling it, into her sore, scraped out fuck tube.
Squirt, squirt, squirt. She felt his ultimate possession of her splashing inside her raw hole. The cum he constantly refilled her with so she was never clean of him.
He pulled out and for a moment she nearly collapsed, but Ryan pulled her back by the hair, pulling her and spinning her slowly round so she could envelop his slimy dick in her mouth and she began moving that tongue round his shaft and head to lick and suck the slime off him.
When he thought she’d done enough he pulled his now soft dick out, stood up, gave her a hard shove with his foot so she went sprawling and he stepped back to collapse on his chair, now by the side of the ‘interview’ table.
When he had recovered he said, “yes, nurse. I see your patients were right. You are easily distracted. Go and clean yourself up. Your face looks a mess.”
Her face! Her whole body looked a mess. Red, sore, welted, bruised. It would take more than a ‘clean up’ to get rid of all that.
When she had cleaned herself up and returned, Ryan was semi hard again.
“Yeah. Very good,” he said, “anyway enough nurse stuff for now, strip off and lets go in the bedroom. I want to fuck you properly.”
In bed Ryan made love to her in his usual way, but it was from the usual way for Hayley. He was very passionate. Very turned on. But every soft or rough caress caused her pain on her scrubbed skin, her arse hurt every time it was pushed into the mattress or mauled by Ryan’s hands. The only thing that didn’t hurt was when he pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her long and deep as she moaned from the pain in the other parts of her body and as he squeezed her tits. Finally he rolled on top of her and pushed himself inside her to hump and kiss her and maul her for the final time that night. She was crying out in pain as the penis tore in and out of her and praying for him to come. When he did finally splash yet more sperm into her and she screamed as his hands twisted and squeezed her tits, she sobbed with relief that at last it was over.
Ryan rolled off her, let her go down and clean him and then fell into a deep and satisfied sleep, his slave still awake for several hours beside him.
Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Twenty Four
Hayley becomes a film star
It was two weeks after the Naughty Nurse role play and a Saturday. Unusually Ryan had forsaken his drinking buddies to go to a movie with Hayley on the Friday night so she had stayed over. She was now sitting on the sofa with Ryan wearing her collar and a grey, flower patterned, short dress. The zip was pulled down to its usual place to enable tit access and she was playing a video game with him, when he said, “I thought we ‘d go to the park today.”
“Yes Master?”
This was normally a bad thing, but there had to be some exceptions. She had sort of got used to people looking at her tits through thin tops. In more crowded places she normally wore slightly thicker tops that just showed a trace of nipple or none. This was mainly to avoid embarrassment for Ryan who didn’t like the mass attention they got otherwise and the potential problem with kids and teenagers. That and dirty, if lustful, looks from security guards.
Parks though had enough people to embarrass her without causing any potential problems.
It was the other things he made her do which upset Hayley.
“We’re going to a different one today. Denny’s coming.”
Hayley’s heart sank.
“I don’t like Denny Master.”
“He’s a bit rough around the edges, a bit like his face,” he joked, “but he’s okay.”
“He likes to hurt me Master.”
“I like to hurt you.”
“You like to have power over me and break me. He likes to hear me scream.”
“Deep,” he paused a moment, thinking about it then continued, “we’re going to make a film.”
“A film!”
She was so alarmed she nearly forgot to add master, “Master.” She remembered the terrible punishment she’d got last time she had forgotten that simple word.
“Yeah. That and take a few photos. It’ll give us something to watch together and I thought I could put the photos on the net and advertise your services.”
There was so much in these two sentences Hayley didn’t know which to tackle first. Her green eyes had expanded and her whole face betrayed her fear.”
“I can’t be in a film or on the net. What if my friends or people at work saw it? I’d lose my job Master.”
“I won’t show your face stupid and the film will be just for us.”
Just for you, you mean, she thought.
“What about Denny? He’ll show it to other people Master.”
“Yeah, I expect he would. Just the sort of thing he’d like to do, but I won’t give him a copy. He can just have some photos with no face showing.”
“But he’ll show those around! Master.”
“Yeah, but apart from the guys you met in the pub, nobody will know who you are.”
“But they will Master.” she exclaimed in alarm.
“Yeah, it might be a bit embarrassing when you meet them again knowing they’ve seen your cunt and tits and all, but you’ll get over it.”
Hayley wouldn’t get over it. She’d never get over it.
“Master, and what if the photos show other things?”
“What you being fucked and such like, that’s okay. We won’t show any whipping or anything. That’s just between you, me and Denny. Well and your sister I suppose, but we’ll sort her out after she next comes up.”
Hayley fell silent. There must be some way she could change his mind. They carried on playing the jumping, fighting game they had been playing. Ryan noticed a marked deterioration in her play. He leaned across to slid a hand into her dress and fondle a tit.
“It’ll be okay.”
No, it wouldn’t. It wouldn’t be okay. She was so upset she had completely missed the part about “advertising her services”.
She tried unsuccessfully during the rest of the morning to get him to change his mind but with no success. Ryan let her go on as he enjoyed seeing her so scared.
At 12.00pm the doorbell rang and Denny arrived. Once again she noticed the 32 year old man’s scar near his left eye, his broken nose and yellow stained teeth. His skin looked pretty rough too.
“Hi cunt,” he said cheerily.
“Hello Denny.” She forced a smile in case she got told off.
“Give him a hug and a kiss,” said Ryan, “he is going to be filming for us.”
Hayley rose to hug him and kiss him on the cheek, but Denny quickly grasped her hair with one big hand and pulled her head back to deep kiss her. His other he pushed between her legs to hold her cunt.
He let her go with a malicious smile. “She’s wearing too many clothes.”
Ryan ignored him and told Hayley to make them some lunch and then they would leave.
When they were ready Ryan said she could wear her cheerleader outfit. The red and white pleated mini skirt, the red and white crop top with “THE BEARS” on it, red and white trainers and of course the red dog collar. As with the nurse outfit, the panties were left off.
They piled into her car. Ryan had his usual shoulder bag of toys and Denny had already begun filming. He gave her the sat nav address. It was fifty miles. When they arrived and were a hundred metres up the track leaving the car park on the ‘blue’ walk Denny said, “I still think she’s wearing too much.”
“Yeah,” Ryan agreed and then to Hayley, “remove the top slut.”
Hayley hesitated only a fraction. She remembered what she had been told. Obey immediately without thinking or having any time for emotion. She pulled it off. Ryan took it and put it in his bag. Hayley’s 37 C’s hung loose in the summer sun. She expected this was why he had made her cover herself with sun lotion before leaving. At the time she thought it was for the dog play they always did in parks. This was why they had come to a park further away than normal she supposed. So she could display her tits to anyone who happened to pass by. And they would. They always did.
“I reckon her shoes as well,” said Denny who had begun filming. Hayley looked at Ryan who nodded. She took off the trainers and Ryan put the unwanted items in his bag. So now she walked with just her red and white skirt and collar.
Denny filmed her bouncing tits and the wincing and pain on her face as her bare feet stepped on stones or grit on the path. She looked down to avoid them, but Denny said “look at the camera cunt. Look ahead.”
Hayley walked while Denny circled her and filmed her bouncing tits and hurting face for a minute or two.
“We should whip her back as she walks,” Denny suggested.
“Let’s just stroll for a bit,” Ryan replied, “it’s a nice day.”
Hayley walked miserably wondering who they would bump into first. It was normally pensioners, but sometimes it was kids on bikes. This time it was two boys perhaps just eighteen on bikes.
“Christ,” said the first one, a brown haired boy with big ears, as he skidded his bike to a stop a couple of metres in front of them, “look at her!”
It had to be kids. They always made comments about her not wearing a bra and now they had something to really look at. Older people would pretend not to notice or make some comment after they had passed.
“She’s got nice tits,” said the other with curly hair and spots.
Hayley stared fixedly ahead. They had all stopped walking as the boys were in front of them. Ryan smiled and said, “Hi, how’re you doing?”
Denny began filming some more.
“Okay thanks,” said the first boy, who seemed the most self confident, “she with you?”
Ryan glanced at Hayley, “Yeh. We’re making a film.”
“A porn film?”
“Kinda. You want to be in it?”
“Us?”
“Yeah. We can hide your faces. You want to look at her cunt? Rachel,” he said to Hayley, deliberately using a false name, “lift your skirt up.” He looked back at the boys. “She’s a cheerleader, but she lost some of her uniform.”
Hayley lifted her skirt. She wanted to close her eyes, but she knew it wouldn’t be allowed. And now she was showing everything she had to a pair of school kids, feeling the same shame and humiliation she had felt the first time she’d first had to make herself available to Denny.
The two boys put their bikes down and approached for a better look.
“She’s been practicing showing herself recently. Bend over and show them how you can display yourself.”
Hayley, face flushed, turned around to show them her beautiful ass before opening her legs, bending over and using her fingers to hold open her ass cheeks and her cunt lips wide. Water welled in her eyes.
“Wow, you can see right down her hole.”
Ryan snapped a few pictures and Denny filmed, long shot and close up.
“That’s some displayed cunt. You’ve been teaching her good Ry.”
Ryan smiled at the compliment.
The boys stared. Bulges appeared in their shorts.
“Touch her if you want.”
Hayley felt some fingers stroking her labia and poking tentatively into her hole.
“Okay, stand up. Let them feel your tits.”
Hayley stood and turned around holding her skirt up as she had been last instructed. The kids felt her tits, stroked them, squeezed them, pulled them a bit by the nipples. The brown haired boy slipped a hand to cop a feel of her cunt.
“Mighty fine man.”
“Yeah. Mighty fine,” repeated the curly haired boy.
“You want to fuck her?”
The two boys looked speechless and disbelieving.
“We’re making a film remember?”
“Well, I guess if it’s okay….”
“Yeah, lets get off the beaten track a bit.”
“Okay slut, perhaps you’d better cover that cunt now.”
Hayley dropped her skirt. Her bottom lip was trembling and the rest of her body didn’t seem very firm. They walked off the track into the woods, the boys pushing their bikes. After a few minutes they found a spot that seemed suitably private. There was some moss and grass and some ferns around the edge.
“Guess you can take the skirt off now.”
Hayley complied.
“What’s she wearing around her neck?” The conversation continued as it had throughout as if Hayley was deaf or not there, except it was her they were talking about.
“It’s a dog collar. Look.” Ryan pulled the ring part of the collar round from the back of Hayley’s neck to the front. “She likes being a bitch.” He smiled broadly. The boys laughed.
“Tell you what, she’ll get on all fours and you can enter her from the back. After a couple of goes you can lie her on her back and pump her that way. You can kiss her and squeeze her tits that way.”
“Rachel!”
Hayley got on all fours to present herself to the boy. The boy hadn’t been sure what to do so was glad Ryan had given him some instructions. He just hoped he didn’t come the moment he got inside her.
Denny filmed as the boy knelt and lowered his pants. His penis was rock hard already and he pushed it straight in.
“No clenching Rachel!”
Ryan didn’t want her to make the boys come even faster than they no doubt would.
Rachel felt the penis enter her and the boy’s balls slap against her. He did a few strokes then pulled out and turned her over. She lay on her back looking at the sky. The boy lay on top of her with his pants around his ankles and pushed in again. This time he put an awkward arm around her neck while feeling one of her tits with the other and kissed her. Hayley opened her mouth obligingly and felt his tongue lap inside her. He came quickly. Hayley felt him spurting inside her. Gushing inside her. There was a lot of it filling her womb.
“I’m afraid that’s all I can do,” he said apologetically.
“Don’t worry, that’s fine. We want it quick for the film anyway. Curly? He addressed the other boy with the pimples.
“Uh, yeah, thanks.” He dropped his pants and lay on top of her. He copied his friend, putting it in and kissing her and feeling her left tit, squeezing it in and out. He pumped a bit longer than his friend before he too shot a large load inside her. He was putting his wet penis away when Ryan said, “it’s okay. She’ll clean it for you.”
Hayley quickly sat up and knelt by the boy to lick and suck his now small cock clean.
“And the other one.”
The other boy took his soft cock out and had it cleaned too. He smiled broadly. Hayley then knelt back and waited for instructions. She was trying hard to keep her mind blank. Keep her surging emotions under control. They wouldn’t be pleased if she cried in front of the boys. She felt some sperm dribbling out of her.
“That’s amazing man. Amazing.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Hey can we take some pictures.”
The boys had been caught so off guard they had forgotten to take pictures.
“No,” said Ryan, before they could get their phones out, “we don’t want everyone seeing her.”
“Aw, just one man.”
“One each of her cunt then,” he signed to Hayley to lie back and open her legs and signed to her to put her hands over her face. The two boys took a picture.
“You can see our spunk coming out of her,” the curly haired boy said.
“Yeah, time for her to clean up now. Anyway thanks for coming boys.”
The two boys went off. Hayley knelt and cleaned herself with her fingers, sucking the unfamiliar sperm off her fingers. When she had finished and Denny had filmed it all she burst into tears.
“Pull yourself together slut,” Ryan said to the naked kneeling girl, “it was only a fucking.”
“Yeah, we’ll think of lots of things to do to you yet,” added Denny, “C’mon, cover your cunt and lets get going.”
Hayley put her skirt back on and followed the two men deeper into the wood. More sperm seeped out of her and started trickling down her leg. Apart from the occasional twig there were not so many things to hurt her feet and being behind the boys, who weren’t interested in looking at her skirted back, she could look down. Looking down suited the misery of her condition. So now she was to become a whore, fucking anybody they liked. She shed a tear and looking down watched her tits bounce as she walked.
They carried on until they found a clearing Ryan liked. It had a large rock and some smaller ones and a small pile of dog shit indicating perhaps it was a spot marked by a dog. He sat on the rock and told Hayley to remove her skirt and kneel in slave position, legs wide pen and hands on back of head. He threw her leash from his bag to Denny who lashed her hard across the back with it, “to teach her, her place”, causing her to flinch and attached it to her collar.
“Guess it’s the usual doggy time,” said Ryan, “except this time we’ll film you and take some pics.
“Yeh, then we’ll fuck you with a stick,” said Denny, “before we fuck you ourselves. Display your ass and cunt again, I liked that.”
Hayley knelt forward to stick her ass up and once again used her hands to show as much of her ass hole and cunt hole as possible. Denny had turned her face so it was in the dirt.
“Yeah, that’s how a whore should look.”
He poked a finger in her gaping sex hole.
“She’s still got spunk coming out of her.”
He kept her like it for several minutes, occasionally slapping her ass cheeks and deriding her with comments such as “all a woman’s good for, fucking and cooking.” and “all a woman’s good for entertaining her betters with her bits.”.
“Entertain us cunt. Do some exercises.”
Ryan sat on the rock and watched.
Hayley watched Denny filming her as she went through her exercise routine. Star jumping to bounce her tits, squatting to show her cunt and the various other demeaning routines. He made her roll on the ground to get dirty. “A dirty skin for a dirty girl”. Then Denny took her leash and took her for her walk around the perimeter, lifting her leg to piss on the tree trunks to mark her territory, woof woofing after each action and sniffing and licking her piss as if to check it. Ryan filmed. Denny had borrowed a short whip from the bag and kept using it to slash at her back. Ryan would occasionally say, “can you lift your leg higher so I can get a better shot of your cunt” or “can you stick your tongue out more when you lick the piss stain”.
Hayley went round exhibiting her body and extreme porno actions for the cameras. She wondered how they kept coming up with ideas to make her sink to even lower depths than she was already at. Miserably she carried on. She had no choice.
When they had finished Ryan showed her some of the stills.
“Look at this one, really shows your piss hole where the piss is coming out. Look at this one where you’re licking the piss puddle at the bottom of the tree. Anyway there’s some dogshit over here, so you can just sniff and lick that and we’re finished. With this bit anyway.”
Hayley had done this the first time she was made to be a dog and been sick. Ryan handed the camera to Denny and took the leash. Hayley’s back was covered in red lines where Denny had whipped her which wasn’t the look Ryan really wanted, but never mind.
“Try and get some shots where her back doesn’t show.”
He pulled on the leash and Hayley crawled to the small pile of shit. She bent down to sniff it. She felt herself heave. She didn’t want to do this it was dangerous. She could catch something serious.
“Hang on.”
Denny pushed her hair back so the camera would have a better view. Ryan got ready with the phone for the stills. Hayley sniffed it again.
“Good bitch, sniff it all over.” Hayley moved her head around the pile sniffing and swallowing hard to keep control of her stomach. “Now lick. Big licks.” Hayley closed her eyes and gave a big lick. The shit stuck to her tongue and she started heaving. Denny lashed the whip across her ass.
“Lick it bitch. This is great. See her face. Really contorted.”
She managed three licks before she was sick. Denny quickly grabbed her hair so she was sick on the camera side.
“Stupid bitch,” he shouted and lashed her ass again.
“Uuuuh, uuuuuh, uugh,” Hayley retched.
“Come on then. Lick up the sick.”
Hayley looked at him with distraught eyes, still heaving.
“Put it back where it came from. Lick it up bitch or else.”
Fear overcame horror and Hayley tried to lick up her own sick. But every time she put her tongue in it she just retched again.
“This is great,” said Denny, “can’t wait to watch it again.”
Eventually Ryan pulled her off by the leash and had her kneel by the rock. She knelt crestfallen, her mouth full of the taste of dog shit and puke.
Ryan and Denny sat on the rock and looked at some of the footage and the stills.
“Pretty impressive,” Ryan said.
“Damn right,” replied Denny, “look at the despair in her eyes and how she screws her face up. We should have pushed her face in it.”
“Yeah, she looks good covered in dirt and everything. I think we passed a pool on the way here.”
“Yeah, we could throw her in and she could clean herself up.”
Ryan grabbed Hayley’s leash and she crawled to heel as he took her the five minute crawl to the pond. He didn’t throw her in but told her to get in and wash herself. He also gave her a bottle of water so she could rinse out her mouth.
“Thank you Master.”
“Yeah, well I don’t want you smelling bad when I put my cock in you.”
“No Master.”
She inched her way through the weeds and plants around the shallow edges of the pool until she was about a metre in and the none too clean looking water came to her waist. The water was cold. She took a breath and dipped down to her neck to get all the dirt off. She used her hands to wash with the water and rolled the water from the bottle around her mouth and spat it out. Eventually, clean but shivering with the cold she came out.
“Let’s go back to the clearing and fuck her,” said Denny, “my cock needs some relief.”
Doggy time over Hayley was allowed to walk ahead of them back to the clearing while they watched her undulating ass. Back at the clearing the sun had warmed her a little and more or less dried her off. Ryan dried off her cunt and underside of her tits with her skirt and lay it on the rock to dry. Denny had his pants off and told her to get sucking. She knelt down to start, but he grabbed her hair and just started ramming his hard dick down her throat, in and out, balls slapping against her chin, pubic hair hitting her nose.
“A good face fucking. That’s what I feel like,” he said, “or perhaps I should say giving a good face fucking,” and redoubled his efforts. Hayley was gagging and retching for another reason now. Gasping for air and gagging as her throat tried to expel the intruder that was pushing a good two inches into it. After all this time with Ryan, Hayley knew how to take his cock down her throat, but that was when she was in control, not when she was being brutally face raped.
He released her hair and pushed hard in and out, giving her a little more time to breathe and react. He reached down to pull her tits up by their nipples and pinched and pulled them. Hayley groaned and her face twisted with the pain. His cock pistoned in and out of her while pain erupted from her nipples and stretched tits. He pulled back for a moment to slap her back and forth.
Splat! Splat!
Splat! Splat!
Then back to shoving it in and out and abusing her tits.
This alternation between tit torture, face fucking and slapping continued for about five minutes. Tears were streaming down Hayley’s face from the slapping. Her cheeks were on fire. Her nipples sent piercing pain to her brain, while her screams were muffled by the never ending pummelling of her throat by his cock.
He pulled out. But instead of yet another series of slaps he gave her a hard push with his foot to send her sprawling, gasping and moaning onto the floor. Quick as a flash he was down on her pulling her into doggy position and fucking her cunt while pulling her head back forcefully. It felt like he was trying to tear her hair out. While her head was back and mouth forced open Ryan could not resist ambling to the jerking, cunt fucked girl and forcing his own dick into her mouth.
Hayley couldn’t close her mouth to suck him because of Denny pulling back on her hair. Ryan just pushed his own dick back and forth down her throat while she cried out “aaah, aaah, aaaaaah,” continuously from the hair pain.
Denny started slapping her ass. She was lucky the whip wasn’t in reach. Denny was beginning to make noises, about to come. Before that he pushed her sideways so she rolled onto the grass, bent down to roll her on her back and jumped on her to stick his dick back in her cunt. He started squeezing one of her tits and used his other hand to hold her head while he deep kissed her. She moaned in pain against his tongue and then he was coming. A third load of male cum was shot into her womb. He pushed his dick hard against her each time a new load shot out.
Denny sighed as the final blob came out.
“Uuh, uuh, uuh, haaaaaaah,”
He lay on her for a few moments recovering from his huge spend. Hayley cried underneath him, her tits and face cheeks hurting and stinging.
When he did get off, Ryan lay on her and began fucking her. Now he was pushing his tongue deep into her and squeezing her tit while she screamed and bucked and jerked underneath him. It was like she was going to be raped for ever. He pulled out a few times to painfully slap her cunt before pushing back in for another rut. At one stage he pushed her legs high and shoved into her ass hole. He hammered in and out for a few minutes, holding her legs high with his left arm while slapping her thighs with his right hand before returning to her cunt.
More kissing and squeezing, more cunt slapping, more rutting and finally he came too, pulsating and rippling, shooting his load after load into her now spunk filled womb.
He rolled off her onto his back. She had stopped crying and though exhausted and mind reeling, she managed to roll over to him and get down to clean the mixed cock spunk and her juices off his dick. Ryan looking down at her avid licking and sucking and thought of her swallowing a sex juice cocktail. Perhaps he should try and make one for her one day or when they got back tonight. He rolled away to leave her lying exhausted on the grass, spunk once again dribbling from her fucked hole. Obediently, almost without thinking in her exhausted state, she began cleaning herself with her fingers and sucking it off till it temporarily stopped dripping. She lay there full of spunk and her mouth full of the taste of her two tormentors.
Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Twenty Five
Back at the bungalow Hayley was sent to clean herself up and make herself look attractive for them
“Don’t forget the eye gloss,” Ryan said.
She returned, hair washed, body clean and scented, teeth brushed and light make up with pale pink kiss proof lipstick. She wore the cheerleader outfit and her collar. Ryan told her to put a bell on the collar and take her top off. She sat between them on the sofa so they could grope her as they wished and they watched the movie they had made.
Hayley watched mortified at the things she had been made to do. The two boys rubbed in the humiliation with their crude comments as always made as if she was not there.
“You’ve captured her tits bouncing really well,” said Ryan, as they watched the beginning of the film. Hayley walked barefoot and topless down the vehicle track. Hayley winced watching it. She remembered how painful it had been on her feet.
“Yeah, she’s wincing well too. Good idea of mine to make her take her shoes off.”
“Ha ha, look at those guys’ faces,” said Denny as they watched the two boys after dismounting from their bikes.
“They certainly got an eyeful of her there.” They were watching Hayley bend over and open herself up for view. “I taught her that when we were playing a nurses and doctors game”.
“Yeh. See right into her hole,” said Denny smirking.
Hayley watched as the scene moved to the two boys fucking her. Ryan and Denny made crude comments and jokes throughout while Hayley relived the nightmare. At the end the camera zoomed in to the sperm trickling out of her and when the boys had left to her cleaning herself with her fingers and swallowing their mixed cum until her cunt and fingers were clean. She was so used to it now that she wasn’t even making a face. Just another whore at work she thought bitterly. No tissues. Just use your fingers. Denny summed it up for her.
“Look at that. What a whore!”
He leant over to maul a tit and kiss her. She obediently opened her mouth and kissed him back as she was supposed to. Inside she was feeling sick to her stomach watching her own antics.
There followed the dog sequence with lots of shots of her tongue licking piss and her cunt from behind. Then the dog shit.
“Look at her face screwing up as she sniffs it,” said Denny. “Look at her shoulders move as she heaves. She’s not heevy, she’s my sister,” he paraphrased an old song. They both laughed.
Then there were the pictures of her puking. Denny re-ran some of it in slow motion. You could see the anguish in her eyes. Then the motions on her face as she tried to lick up her own sick. Hayley looked away.
“You gotta look,” said Ryan, “that’s the fun.”
It moved to her washing in the pond and some shots of her ass wiggling as she walked ahead of them and then the fucking. She had been so caught up in surviving Denny’s assault she hadn’t noticed that Ryan was filming. There was a downward shot as he put his cock in her mouth and her head jerking back and forth from Denny pounding her at the other end. He had passed the camera to Denny when he had taken over fucking her himself and then a close up of more sperm dribbling out of her hole and her cleaning herself again with her fingers.
“It’s like a cocktail for her,” said Ryan.
“Yeah, a fuck cocktail. Makes me want to come in a glass and make her drink it now.”
“Tell you what let’s fuck her now, but instead of coming in her spunk soaked hole we could pull out and do it in a glass. Mix it with just a little piss and film her drinking it.”
This was what they did. Hayley was bent over hands on the sofa, ass in the air, skirt protecting nothing and they took it in turns to fuck her and pull out to shoot into a wine glass. Ryan added a bit of his piss, Denny added a bit of his. Ryan tried to scrape some cunt juice from her to put in.
Okay now drink it. Don’t forget to thank us for letting you drink our cum and piss afterwards and don’t screw up your face. It’s an honour. Wash it around your mouth like a good wine then swallow.
Hayley did as they asked.
“Thank you Ryan and Denny for letting me drink your cum and piss.”
“Great. A good end to the film I reckon. Anyway I’ve got to go, but I think I can manage one last fuck before I go.”
He put her back in the same position on the sofa and fucked her again. Surprisingly it only took him five minutes to come, mauling her tits and calling her names. The he zipped up, gave her ass a friendly slap and left. Ryan saw him to the door while Hayley stayed in her bent over position yet more sperm dribbling out and down her leg.
Ryan returned and told her she could stand up and get him a beer. She gave it to him on her knees as required. He patted the sofa so she could sit next to him.
“Still quite early, really. A bit of an anti-climax now.”
He pulled her to him and began kissing her. His hand slipped between her legs and two fingers slid into her messy hole.
“Yuk, Denny’s fucking spunk.” he pulled his fingers out and put them in her mouth to clean, then told her to rinse her mouth and cunt out. When she returned he carried on kissing and fingering her.
During a break he said, “I’ve agreed to give Denny a copy of the film.”
“I’ll lose my job Master. You said you wouldn’t. He’ll show it to everyone!”
“I told him I’d have to edit it to take out anything showing your face. He’s not happy, but he sees my point.”
“He’ll tell your friends it’s me.”
“He may, but they’re okay and anyone else he shows it to won’t know who you are. I’ll try and get him not to though. I’m not sure watching porn films in company is their sort of thing anyway.”
“It will be if it’s someone they know Master.”
“True. I suppose it might be a bit embarrassing for you when you come for a drink again. But hey, ho.”
Embarrassing. Mortifying! Everyone eyeing her and her knowing they’ve all seen her naked and performing revolting acts.
“I’ll cut out the dog bit and the fucking the boys bit. Mind you there won’t be much left then. Shit. I guess he’ll just have to settle for some pictures. After all he had a good day didn’t he? I don’t want people thinking you’re a slut. You’re my girlfriend. I think I’ll text him now and tell him not to tell anyone anything.”
Ryan sent a longish text. There was some toing and froing and then he put the phone down.
“Sorted. He’ll say nothing. He’s not interested in just a few naked pictures and I’ve agreed he can have a weekend with you here on his own when I visit home in a couple of weeks.”
Hayley’s relief at the saving of her career and future was now replaced by panic instead.
“You’re going to give me to him Master! You can’t. I’m yours.”
“Only for a weekend.”
“He’ll hurt me.”
She threw herself onto her knees in front of him and held his legs looking up at him. There were tears in her eyes.
“Please, Master, please. He’ll damage me. He’ll stick big things up me. You said you don’t want my holes loose. You like them tight. He’ll hang heavy things from my tits and make them droopy. He’ll do something that’ll permanently mark me.”
She burst into tears and began frantically kissing his knees.
“Please Master. Please Master. Please don’t give me to him.” She fell to kissing his feet. “I won’t be able to stand a weekend of continuous torture. He’ll break my mind. I won’t be any good to you then Master. I won’t be good for anyone. I’ll only be fit for a crazy home. He’ll permanently damage me. He’ll ruin my tits and holes. Please Master, please Master,” she sobbed, “I’ll do anything. Please don’t leave me alone with him for two days and nights.”
Ryan was taken aback at the strength of her reaction. Was Denny really that bad? Hayley continued to babble and cry at his feet. She was getting hysterical. She had torn her clothes off to grovel naked. He had never seen her hysterical even with all the things he had done to her. He ummed and aahed to himself. He had promised Denny now and he’d be pissed off he couldn’t have the film. He’d have to give him something.
In the end he decided he would tell Denny that his parents wanted to meet her so she would have to come to his Sunday lunchtime. Denny could have her Saturday and overnight though.
“He bent down and pulled Hayley up to her knees by her hair. He slapped her a couple of times and said, “calm down cunt. Calm down.”
“Please Master. Please Master.” She continued to sob hysterically. She was scared stiff.
“I tell you what I’ll do. I’ll just give you to him for one day, Saturday. Sunday morning you can drive to West Birmingham and meet my parents.”
“He’ll still do things. He’ll do unspeakable things. He might make me walk naked in the shopping centre. You won’t know what he’s doing. It could cause you embarrassment too Master. He could hurt me so bad I can’t come to your parents. I may have to be off work for a week. I’ll lose my job.”
“I’ll make a list of rules for him to follow. No heavy weights, tit stretching, no big things up your holes. Things like that.”
“Please Master. Please Master. Please don’t give me to him.”
“You’ve got to be given to him. I’ve agreed it. I’ve told you I’ll safeguard you. I’ll chat with him and I’ll write it down where you can both see it. Now pull yourself together.”
He put her across his knee and gave her a spanking until her ass was red and she was crying from pain instead of fear. He yanked her off by her hair and pulled her into a kneeling position in front of him. Holding her hair back, so she had to look at him, he slapped her hard a few times.
“You do as I say. Question me any more and you’ll be really punished. Now be a good fuck cunt, put your skirt and top on and make us both a coffee.”
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Ryan did as he had promised and two weeks later Hayley, Ryan away visiting his parents, sat on his sofa wearing a mid thigh grey dress with zip down to show a modest amount of cleavage and her collar, ring to the front and waited for Denny to arrive. The doorbell rang. She bit her lip and went to answer it.
“Hi Denny.”
She spoke brightly and smiled cheerfully.
“Come in. I’m looking forward to our time together. We can get to know each other better.”
“I doubt it,” Denny replied roughly, “take the dress off.”
Hayley trembled. There was to be no chance of even starting to talk to him equally. She unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. Plan A failed. There was no plan B. She was now just a naked sex object with a collar saying she’d do anything she was told to.
“Get me a coffee.”
It was 11 o’clock and for the next hour he had Hayley do her exercises and pose for him. When she was doing a squat or bending over to touch her toes he would tell her to freeze and just have her hold that position for up to five minutes while he just looked at her. There had been no chat. Just him coming in and commanding her.
Several times he had her bending over standing up or on all fours doing the full exposure of her cunt and ass hole with her fingers. He had her lie on her back and open her legs wide until they were trembling with the effort and then pull her cunt open as wide as possible. He had brought a bag with him. She was scared what he would take out of it when her body exhibition was over. She knew he was just trying to humiliate her and establish control over her. It worked. By the time it was over she felt that her tits and ass and cunt belonged as much to him as to herself. Ryan had hypnotised her so she had to obey whatever Denny told her to do as if it were himself. Denny did not know this of course, but she suspected it was how he would proceed anyway.
He reached into his bag and took out a table tennis bat and ball. He told her to stay on her back with her cunt held open and went into the dungeon room. He came back with a crop.
“Okay, you can get up. I think we’ve seen enough of your snatch for now. I want you to hit this ping pong ball against the wall. Each time you miss you are going to retrieve the ball and put it at your feet. You will bend over to pick it up and say “I’m sorry I missed Denny. I’m such a stupid cunt. Please swipe me with the crop”. Then I’ll swipe you with the crop. It’s a sort of breaking the ice game.”
Or breaking the girl game, Hayley thought. So it was to begin.
“We’ll play for about ten or fifteen minutes so how much you get swiped is down to you.”
She faced the wall and batted the ball gently against the wall. It bounced back and she hit it again. It bounced to the right and she stepped quickly to the right to knock it back. This caused it to bounce to the left and she had to run quickly to knock it back. It went too far to the right and bounced back onto the floor. Denny enjoyed watching the naked girls ass and tits bounce as she played.
She retrieved the ball. Faced the wall, put the ball down in front of her and still holding the bat bent over.
“I’m sorry I missed Denny. I’m such a stupid cunt. Please swipe me with the crop.”
Denny swiped her with the crop. She cried out, picked up the ball and tried again. She managed four times.
“I’m sorry I missed Denny. I’m such a stupid cunt. Please swipe me with the crop.”
She cried out and picked up the ball. As the game progressed the pain increased and Hayley became more and more desperate to improve her hit back rate. Near the end she would look very wild eyed as she stretched desperately to reach a difficult shot only to miss it next time. At last the game finished. Hayley’s behind had fourteen crop lines. She knelt in front of him. He looked down on her and spat on her face.
“Whose the superior one. You or me?”
“You are Denny. That’s why I am on my knees.”
“Why are you inferior.”
“Because I’m a stupid cunt who can’t hit a ball against a wall.”
Denny gave her a thin smile.
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a stupid cunt and I’m a clever dick. Now let’s see you dance.”
For the next ten minutes Denny sat on the sofa and criticised her dancing for not being sexual enough.
“Move your hips left and right more. Smile more. Turn and wiggle your ass. You must have seen how strippers dance.”
Hayley wasn’t sure she had but tried to imagine it and did her best. She wiggled her tits and hurting, striped ass, pushed out her cunt towards him, waved her arms, slid them up and down her body and ran them over her tits and between her legs. Pout more. Smile. Be sexy. Look like you enjoy performing for me. Eventually he called a halt.
We’re going out. Cover your bits and we’ll go.”
“What shoes should I wear?”
“Oh you are an obedient one. Whatever fits.”
Hayley put on black four inch heels with the original grey dress, slid the ring on her collar to the back so it was hidden by her wavy blonde hair and they left.
Denny took her to a lunchtime pub that had strippers. Apart from the strippers she seemed to be the only woman there. Denny held her hand and they ordered drinks. They then stood where a semi circle of men were standing, drinking and watching a girl similar to Hayley’s age doing a striptease. She had black hair and a plain face. To Hayley’s surprise her breasts were not that big. The girl was down to her thong. The bar was filled with noise and music.
The girl gyrated around the small stage smiling. Sometimes she would come to the edge of the stage and offer her breasts up with her hands. Hayley’s hypnotism meant she could use decent language to describe other women or girls. It was just her own parts she had to think of in crude terms. She wondered if Denny was going to have her show her tits to the leering men.
The girl sinuously slid off her thong and after a bit more gyrating did some open leg squatting moves and some bend over moves to show the men her cunt. After a few minutes of this she signalled to the bar, who turned off the music and she pulled her thong back on and took a beer mug round the men. They put some coins in and she retreated to a room behind the bar.
There was a ten minute break and then another girl came on. This followed a similar routine except at the end the girl lay on her back and used a prop she had been using, a large lolipop, by pushing it in and out of her vagina. She got up, did a few more gyrations and then collected money in her mug.
After ten minutes Denny said to her, “it’s your turn. Make it good or I’ll walk you all round the neighbourhood naked whipping your ass and let any man here who wants to, fuck your arse.”
He pushed her towards the stage and had a quick word with the eldest of the men behind the bar. He shrugged, spoke through the microphone, “gentlemen this one’s free, give it up for amateur, green eyed Rachel” and turned on the music.
Hayley stumbled onto the stage. For the first time she actually noticed there were some lights. A couple set into the stage pointing upwards and a few hanging from the ceiling pointing down. She did see, with a big sigh of relief some posters around saying no filming and no photos. She wondered what was worse, being a whore in a park or being a stripper in a rundown pub.
Hayley believed Denny was capable of carrying out his threat. Even if he didn’t walk her around the neighbourhood naked he probably would throw her in a back room and encourage multiple rape. Scared of both threats she felt she had better do as good a job as she could. They were going to see her naked anyway.
She began dancing. She wondered if they could see the fear in her eyes. She waved her hips around and tried to move sinuously. She turned around to dance with her back to them, then turned to face them and began pulling the zipper down and up. She saw Denny make a movement jerking his hand down. She pulled the zip down half way and eased the dress off one shoulder, then the other. She kept moving. She had to keep moving. She turned to look over her shoulder at them, brought the dress down to her hip. They stared at her smooth white naked back waiting for her to turn around. She turned, holding her dress with both hands to stop it falling below her waist and showing her tits. Showing her tits to a room full of depraved men who somehow thought this was fun. She felt the shame as her mum and dad swam unwanted into her mind and Susie.
“Look at her the slut. Slut, slut, slut.”
She forced the thoughts away and smiled invitingly to the staring, almost unmoving audience. She began to shake the top half of her body as she had seen the other girls doing. Jiggling her tits from side to side and up and down. She tried to make them go in a circle. It failed but they seemed to like it. There were youths and middle aged men and a few old men. There to see some tits and cunt before watching football on the pub TV later. She did a bit more dancing and then let the dress fall to the floor.
Now she was finally naked she tried to submerge her emotions by just moving into action. Her dancing speeded up. She had to impress Denny. What had he said back at the bungalow? Smile, stick your bits out, do squats, show that cunt and ass. She did some fast up and down squats, she felt their eyes boring into her, taking in the shape of her cunt, trying to bore into her hole. Turn around, do some bend overs waving her parted legs and ass at the crowd. Let them see her private part from every angle. Not so private now she thought with mortification. Round and shaking her tits again. Down on her back on the floor humping upwards like the other girl had and then the music stopped half hump.
There was some desultory clapping and tears welling in her eyes she covered herself with her dress and ran off the stage to a table by the side of a wall and quickly put it on. Denny pushed her into a seat and gave her a double whiskey. He didn’t want her crying. She downed it and then coughed and spluttered.
“Reasonable performance,” he said, “guess we won’t be having a bang gang after all.”
A man came over.
“Hi Denny. Nice girl you got there. Where’d you find her?”
“Oh just some whore I got in a local posh joint.”
“No posh joints local to here,” he said and moved on. Denny leaned across and pulled her zip lower so her tits showed as much as they could without actually falling out.
Hayley was aware she stood out not just because she was the only woman, but because she was the posh one. This was a place where Denny with his broken nose, rough skin and scar fitted in. A lot of the men looked pretty rough. Perhaps it was one of these who had broken his nose.
“So what are you doin’ with Ryan?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What are you doin’ with him. He’s not your type is he.” He made the question a statement.
“I met him in a nightclub. He seemed nice.”
“Nice enough to share you with his friends?”
“I like to make him happy.”
“Why?”
“Because I love him.”
Denny looked sceptical.
“I’ve known Ryan a while now and I wouldn’t call him lovable. Especially not by your type. No there’s something else going on here.”
This was getting tricky.
“Perhaps he has points you don’t see. With you he’s one of the lads, but with me he’s different. He’s kind and sexy.”
“Sexy,” Denny snorted. He let the matter lie and sipped his drink.
“So how long have you been like this?” he waved a hand at her nearly exposed tits.
“Like what?”
“A masochist.”
“I don’t know. Perhaps I’ve always been one. How long have you been like you?”
“Oh I’ve been like me ever since I got kicked out of school for beating up some little tyke who thought he was better than me. But you haven’t always been a masochist. In fact I don’t think you are one. You don’t seem to like it to me.”
“I like to do anything Ryan wants me to do. That’s it. I love him and only want to make him happy.”
She couldn’t say she only did all these dreadful things because Ryan hypnotically controlled her and forced her to with threats of dire punishments. That she’d even been forced to give up her own sister to him. For a moment a tear welled up, but she wiped it away quickly and tried to smile like the happy girlfriend she was supposed to be.
“I love Ryan. I love what I do to make him happy.”
Denny shook his head, but he could see he was not going to get any further.
“Well I guess we’d better go and make you happy slut.”
He held her hand and they left. Denny drove them back. He made her sit in the passenger seat topless, “to make a few other drivers happy.” Hayley spent most of the journey with her face bright red as drivers looked sideways at her when they stopped or nearly missed traffic lights change from stop to go because they were staring at her in their rear view mirror. She remembered those films where the puritans inflicted public shaming on people. She guessed this was how they felt. Mortified. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Wishing a hole would open up in the earth. It was a long, long journey back as Denny deliberately drove through the most crowded areas. He hadn’t walked her nude through a shopping centre but he had done the next closest thing.
When they got back to the bungalow Denny parked. He lent across to turn her collar so the ring was once again to the front and pulled the zip on her dress down.
“Take it off. You don’t need it now.”
Hayley fully unzipped it and took it off. Denny took it and walked to the front door. Hayley followed naked except for the collar and her four inch black heels.
He told her to make him a sandwich as they hadn’t actually eaten. When she re-entered the living room, he had brought in some pieces of wood from his car and was assembling them. He had modified a wooden workbench with a central piece of triangular wood running along it lengthwise. Hayley had not seen a ‘horse’ before and was confused about its purpose. She was to find out soon enough.
She knelt in front of him going hungry as he ate the sandwich and watched a football chat show. He gave her the plate and waved towards the kitchen. Still in her shoes, as she had not been told to take them off and with Denny she was taking no chances, she took it out. She returned and knelt in front of him again.
“I’m goin’ to watch some football and so you have somethin’ to do you can go horse riding.”
“Horse riding?”
He grabbed her arm and led her to the horse. She saw on the floor there actually was a small wooden horse head. Denny had got it from a second hand shop. He hadn’t bothered to bring the rest of the rocking horse. He put the protruding stick from its neck into a hole at the front of the horse. Hayley looked at the head and at the triangular piece of wood, sharp edge upward that formed the back of the horse and began to suspect what it was for.
“You won’t need your shoes. I’ll get some handcuffs.” Hayley removed her shoes with some trepidation.
He came back with some steel handcuffs and a hair band to hold her hair back to fall down near her ears so he could see her face sideways.
“Get on.”
Hayley hesitated, not sure what to do.
“Come on you stupid cunt, get astride it.”
She did so. Denny handcuffed her and put her hands over the head. He tied her legs and ankles so they were off the ground attached to the horse. It looked like she really was riding a horse in a classic jockey galloping position. Her cunt was now split by the top of the triangle of wood and taking all her weight. It was painful. He fitted a ball gag to her.
Denny then retreated to the sofa. The game was about to start.
“You can stay there till the game finishes.”
Hayley was arranged at a slight angle and a metre and a half away from the sofa. Denny could see her face sideways on and she could see the television at an angle in front of her.
There was little action in the game to take Hayley’s mind off the building pain. After fifteen minutes she began to moan.
“Uhmf, uhmf, mmm, mmm.”
It became a background to the game commentary.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm…...”
He saw the agonised look in her face. Her futile attempts to adjust her stance.
For Hayley it began as discomfort, then became a constant aching pain. If she tried to move she inevitably bent forward which sent a piercing, shooting pain through her clitoris, causing her to cry out into the gag. The aching changed to a cutting pain and she began to moan almost constantly to try and cope with it. It filled her whole being. Everything around her was just a blur through her watery, pain filled eyes. The pain in her cunt became her whole being. Her cunt became her whole being. Her cunt and the wood driving so cruelly into it.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm…….”
Denny was pleased he’d gagged her. The agonised naked girl gave him something to distract him during more boring bits of the game.
At last half time came. A draw. 0-0. Denny uncuffed Hayley’s hands from the horse head so she could adjust her position. She couldn’t sit up because of the way her legs and ankles were tied, however she could push her hands down on the horse head to lift her back a little and move the pain more to her perineum and ass. She supported herself with her arms.
Denny went to get a beer and watched the mid game chat. After fifteen minutes the game was ready to start again. He went to put her back. He could see her arms were getting tired and she was occasionally falling forward again anyway with little cries against the gag. Trading off the ache in her arms for the pain in her cunt.
As he approached he saw the panic in her eyes. She desperately shook her head from side to side and tried to speak through the gag.
“H’mmph, Ugh, huugh, hoh, om,” she said. He ignored her and handcuffed her hands back around the horses head. Hayley looked in despair and a few tears fell from her eyes. He guessed if she had a safe word, now would have been when she would have used it. He wondered why she didn’t have one and returned to the sofa to watch the second half.
Hayley was left riding the horse for another agonising 45 minutes. It might have been the worst 45 minutes she had ever experienced. She had been whipped and caned to beyond endurance, but never this agonising constant, never ending, no break pain. For the last fifteen minutes tears ran from her eyes constantly. She wondered how she could have so much water in her. The worn carpet beneath her face was damp with her tear water. Her moaning was a constant hum in her ears, almost as if it was not her, but someone else never endingly moaning.
With one minute to go something from the television caught her attention. She had become obsessed with the game clock winding down. Winding down to the end of this terrible time of her life. Her heart had nearly broken when they added three minutes of stoppage time as extra time. But now she heard the commentators. This was a championship match. If it remained a draw there would be half an hour of extra time. She would never stand another half an hour. Oh please God. Please God.
There was the constant moaning from her mouth, the constant searing pain consuming her and now the words repeating in her head, please God, please God, please God. Please God no. Please God let them score. Let them score.
And one minute from the end of injury time, there was a goal.
Denny sighed with disgust. Hayley’s head nearly exploded with light. Thank God. Thank God. The remaining minute seemed like an hour and Denny seemed in no rush to release her. It was the second advert before he came over and said, “lucky for you cunt eh?” He released her gag.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” she repeated endlessly.
He undid the handcuffs so she could use her hands to push on the bar and relieve the pain a little. He undid her legs. So slow. So slow. Then he lifted her off.
Hayley shrieked. Blood flowed back to her tortured cunt. This was worse, ten times worse than when the clamps were taken off her nipples. She shrieked. Her head twisted frantically, dementedly from side to side.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!
Her hands went to her cunt. She doubled up clutching at herself and fell to the floor.
Denny just dragged her by the hair and threw her over the horse horizontally. He fixed a wrist to the bottom of each leg. Hayley was still moaning. Not sure what was happening. Not more. He couldn’t be doing more to her. He was clamping her legs to the other two legs, spreadeagled across the horse horizontally. He adjusted her till her tits were pressed on the sharp pyramid bar. He pressed down on her back and she screamed as it bit into the soft flesh.
He left her there and went to the dungeon room. He came back with a multi tailed whip, flipped her hair to one side and began thrashing her back.
Hayley screamed and shook. Her arms and legs jerked as much as they were able to. Her head came back and she howled. She howled and cried and screamed as blow followed blow. Denny was ruthless. Merciless. Her whole back turned red. At points the skin had broken and small droplets of blood appeared. She was about to pass out when he stopped, leaving her a groaning shivering wreck.
He stood back to look at his handiwork. Hayley was shivering and twitching and making funny throat noises. So much more white skin to go, he thought, as he looked at her thighs and calves. But for now he just pulled out his prick, put some saliva on it and pushed it into her quivering cunt. Hayley was beyond squeezing her cunt muscles. She felt the invasive penetration. Denny just pushed it slowly in and out. Asserting his dominance over her most intimate part. Enjoying the feel of her tube caressing the ring of his cock head. Listening to her gentle moaning from the pain in her back. He could have rubbed her back and heard her scream, but for the moment he was content to have a break from hurting her.
He pulled out and lubricated by her juice that always flowed when there was something in her cunt tube, repeated the procedure with her ass hole. Pushing past the sphincter, pushing deep, then pulling out. Listening to the plop as he came out and then feeling the tight sphincter as he once again pushed in. He did this for several minutes then moved to her head. He pulled her hanging head up by her hair so she could open her mouth to swallow him. He didn’t face fuck her. He expected to be sucked and Hayley sucked him. She did the best job she knew how, sucking him through her pain. She knew he expected it. If she could get him to come it might take the edge off his cruelty.
Her back felt like it had been stung by a thousand stinging bees. She thought she could feel a few drops of blood though it might be sweat. Her cunt had stopped hurting and become a dull ache. She moved her tongue in a circle around his glans. Teasing and sucking and licking that most sensitive part. She sucked him in a few inches, her cheeks hollowed and blew him out a few inches, still keeping his head inside, still flicking it and licking it with her tongue.
Denny liked it. He liked it a lot. He could see her concentration, see her desperation to please. He raised the whip, leant forward slightly and brought it down on the globes pf her ass. She jerked forward a little, the bonds holding her tight.
“H’mmph.”
“Keep your tongue moving.”
He whipped her again. She jerked and moaned against his cock, but her tongue only stopped for a moment before resuming. He moaned with satisfaction and brought the whip down again harder. The better the job she gave him, the harder he whipped her. He whipped down between her ass cheeks to catch her cunt. The whip tails lashed down, curled around and down and hit her square on. She screamed and her whole body went rigid. He pushed his cock down her throat now, blocking off her air and whipped her cunt with another downward stroke and another. She writhed as much as a tightly bound girl could writhe. The horse bucked and jerked on its legs. He brought down another and another and then began pummeling his cock fast. In and out. In and out. He felt the orgasm coming. Hayley felt it coming. He was whipping her frenetically, almost non-stop and then he came. His mind exploded. Gob after gob of thick white bitter tasting, irony sperm flooded Hayley’s mouth. Hayley struggled to swallow it and make way for air. Her throat was convulsing, adding to his pleasure. He made noises, “ aw, aw, aaaaaaawwwww,” as he came, feeling his cock pulsing and pulsing, filling her with his spunk. His ultimate victory.
He waited a moment to savour it befoe pulling out of her and wiping himself on her cheeks and eyelids. He leant forward on her with his hands, causing her to groan painfully as her breasts were forced onto the cruel triangle of the wood of the horse. Hayley gulped in air. Denny breathed hard.
When he had recovered he got a glass from the kitchen and pissed into it in front of her.
“You must be thirsty,”
He pulled her head up with one hand and put the glass of warm, pungent piss to her lips. It was an awkward position. Hayley could only gulp a mouthful at a time. He made her drink five gulps before taking it away, leaving her with a taste of both his cum and his piss in her mouth.
“Greedy little whore aren’t you? You can have some more later.” He let her head fall forward again and walked to her other end.
Her ass was no longer the creamy white expanse he had left. Now it was covered in longitudinal stripes. Her cunt lips were a swollen red and he guessed feeling pretty sore. He looked at the smooth white thighs and calves the previous marks having faded. He walked to the dungeon room and returned with a crop. He swept it against her virgin white thighs.
Hayley shrieked. Surely he could give her a rest. He wanted to bring it down hard, but she was visiting Ryan’s parents tomorrow. He couldn’t leave marks that wouldn’t fade. He hit hard enough though. He listened to Hayley shriek and shriek again. He watched her head snap up on each stroke only to fall, exhausted, down again.
When he was satisfied he stopped and stood back to admire his handiwork. He put some music on and sat down and relaxed for half an hour while enjoying Hayley’s rear view. When he felt hungry he walked over and untied her. She pushed herself off the cruel contraption and stood not knowing what to do. The welts all over her had stopped hurting, but she could still feel them all.
“Make dinner,” he said.
Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Twenty Six
Hayley, naked, served dinner on the kitchen table. Chicken drumsticks, chips and peas. Denny sat down and carefully tipped her plateful onto the floor.
“You can eat off the floor.”
Hayley was a bit taken aback, but had no choice but to kneel and eat with her fingers off the floor. She guessed she wasn’t good enough to sit with him. There was no conversation. Obviously he wasn’t seeing this as a social occasion. At one stage he poured himself a beer into a glass and pissed into a glass. Hayley drank down the warm, pungent, yellow liquid. He then told her to piss into the glass herself for later.
“Squat so I can see you.” Hayley humiliatingly pissed in front of him. It was strange how despite all the bad things he and Ryan had made her do, they still humiliated her in the doing of them. She still flushed slightly.
When he had finished he said, “wash up, do your face and hair and crawl in to me.”
A man of few words.
When she crawled in to him he was watching an old comedy show. He told her to go and put clamps on her tits with a chain and clamps on her labia and nose. When she returned he had his penis out and was slowly stroking it. He indicated she should kneel in front of him and then put her hand where his had been.
“Gentle and slow cunt and suckle the head.”
He tightened the clamps to make sure they hurt. He noted she had not put on the crocodile clips, but the ordinary flat clamps. They would do for now. He tightened them until there was a permanent look of pain in her eyes and then relaxed while she slowly worked his cock.
She moved her hand slowly up and down the stem. She held the head in her mouth gently sucking on it like a baby would a bottle. Her face was not as relaxed as her blow job. It was taught and tight with the pain from her nose, tits and cunt lips. He carried on watching the show. When it ended he told her to turn round and gently use her ass on it. Hayley got up, turned around and lowed her ass hole. She put some saliva on it so it would slide in more easily. What a professional she was becoming she thought bitterly. She pushed the cock firmly but gently into her hole and began to slowly move up and down on him.
He lay back and watched his penis go in and out of her anus, enjoying the tight sphincter sensation rubbing up and down his stem. It went on for ten minutes. Her legs were aching terribly and because the clamps were so tight her nose, nipples and cunt lips hurt throughout.
He then told her to change to her cunt. The change in position eased her legs a little but not much. The down strokes hit the clamps and sent a sharp pain into her which made her gasp. He enjoyed the gasp on each down stroke. He enjoyed her now mandatory squeezing of her vaginal muscles on the down stroke and loosening on the up. He liked she knew she had to do her best in everything she did while all he had to do was treat her how the fuck he liked.
“Right, time to clean you out,” he said gently pushing her up and off him. Hayley breathed a sigh of relief. She was not sure how much longer her legs had been going to hold out.
He put his cock back in his pants and slapping her butt, directed her towards the bathroom. Hayley wondered what was going to happen next. She wished he’d take the clamps off. He went to the dungeon room and came back with some tubes and a huge syringe thing she and Ryan had not used.
He told her to get in the bath and then took off her clamps, causing her to scream as the removal pain hit. He also took off her collar.
Hayley, as Ryan had instructed, never took off her collar except for showering, even then it felt odd to be without it. She wore it at work, on social outings with friends and ring turned to the front whenever she was alone or with Ryan. It felt very odd to be without it. Odd to be without a slave collar!
“I’m going to give you an enema. You’re going to expel it and I’m going to give you another one. He put on some rubber gloves and then surprisingly put the plug in the bath.
“This will teach you humility,” he lied glibly. All it would teach her, once again, was how low he could make her sink.
“What are you?”
“A stupid cunt.”
“What am I?”
“My superior Denny.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a man and I’m a stupid cunt.”
“That’s right. All men are superior to cunts by virtue of being men. This will make you a filthy, dirty, stupid cunt. You’ll be stupid for letting me do it in the first place,” he said without humour.
As if she had a choice thought Hayley. If she had a choice she would be far away from here and never coming back.
Hayley got on all fours and Denny used the basin to fill the big syringe and squirt water up her ass. Her job was to squeeze tight and keep it in. At first it felt funny and cold and made her want to go to the toilet. Then it felt uncomfortable. Then it made her feel bloated. Then it hurt.
When he saw she could not take any more he told her to squat low and let it out. Two turds and a lot of shitty water came out and sloshed around her feet. The smell embarrassed her. Denny seemed not to notice and did it two more times. Then he made her sit in it. Hayley looked desperately unhappy, embarrassed and revolted all at the same time. He brought in the glass containing her piss from earlier, made her drink a little and poured the rest over her head. Her wet pissy hair stuck to her face, neck and back. He got out his penis, told her to swallow and pissed into her mouth.
Hayley tried to swallow but it came too fast and most of it spilled out down her chin and tits and stomach to join the shitty water and piss already washing around her cunt and ass. Now and then he deliberately moved it around so it went over her face and eyes. He finished and put it away. He gave her a hard slap and said she would have to be punished for not swallowing it all. Then he gave her a sponge and told her to use it to wash using the pissy, shitty water.
What are you?”
“A dirty, filthy, stupid cunt,” she said.
Using a gloved hand he dipped the sponge in the water and rubbed it over her face. He dipped it in the watery mess and squeezed it over her hair. Then he told her to do it herself. Hayley began rubbing the filthy smelling mixture over herself and began to gently cry. Was this what she had become? Is this what she had to do? Wallow in her own filth. A plaything to a disgusting pervert.
Several times she heaved. She forced herself to control it. If she was sick she would be rubbing that over herself as well.
After a while Denny told her she could stop.
“Clean up, have a shower, make yourself sweet smelling and presentable then cawl out to me and ask me to torture and fuck you.”
He walked out.
When he had left she burst into tears and sobbing let the filthy mixture drain away and cleaned the bath. She got in the shower and cleaned herself. She was convinced the smell would linger on her for days. She washed her hair and brushed her teeth and went into the bedroom to put on some light make up and a little scent. She replaced her collar. Horribly it gave her some comfort! When she was ready she crawled into the living room.
Denny was catching up on the day’s sports news. She knelt to one side of him and waited for him to acknowledge her. He waited a couple of minutes then muted the sound and turned towards her. She knew this was her cue.
“Please Denny, will you torture and fuck me now?”
He gave her a hard slap. Her cheek stung and went bright red.
“Say it like you mean it dirty, stupid cunt who likes rubbing piss and shit all over herself.”
“Please Denny,” she said, pleading as much as possible, “will you torture and fuck me now. Hurt me and make me scream. Treat me the way a stupid cunt should be. Whip me, hurt me, teach me my place. Teach me who is boss. Please. Please torture and fuck me. Fuck me everywhere. Show you can do what you like. Please Denny torture and fuck me.”
He didn’t show it, but Denny was impressed.
“You seem to have tarted up good. Let’s see what we can do to make you scream then. Let’s see how we can mark that pretty body of yours again. You can stand up”
They went into the dungeon room. There was now a second hand wardrobe against the wall to the left of the corner entrance. Denny opened it and looked through. Hayley stood behind him to one side.
“Cute. Dress up clothes.”
He flicked through them.
“Even a tart costume, how appropriate. I think we’ll go for the not so innocent schoolgirl. He took out the hangar and passed it to her. Hayley dressed in the white blouse, short grey pleated skirt, white socks and three inch black heels. As with all the outfits, any panties, if they had ever existed, were removed.
“Yeah, I think you could get away with being seventeen. Or maybe it’s me. Because I’m thirty two and that makes you look younger. I had to change jobs. I run round with younger people these days. Bring in the kitchen table and two chairs.”
Denny roamed around looking for a book. He found a thin Insurance Law Revision Guide which Hayley kept around with a few others for any spare time she might get at the weekend.
Hayley looked very sweet and demure. Denny sat her behind the table, blouse undone to show most of her cleavage.
“Right, I want you to memorise page six.”
He put the book in front of her and sat down on his chair a couple of metres in front of her. He began playing some game on his phone.
Hayley looked at the text in front of her.
“I’m sorry Denny,” she interrupted his game, “do you mean memorise the content or the words?”
“The words. By the way I’m your teacher so you can call me Sir. What’s your surname?”
“Uh, Brown,” Hayley lied.
“Very well Hayley Brown, “said Denny not believing her a bit, “you learn the words.”
He returned to his game and she put her head down and began memorising.
After ten minutes the phone timer went and they both looked up.
“If you’d like to stand in front of me and bring the book Miss Brown.”
Nervously Hayley got up, sadly not providing him with a flash under her skirt and stood in front of him. He took the book off her and leaned back.
“Okay. Recite what you’ve learnt.”
Hayley was nervous and got several sentences of the first paragraph wrong and only managed a few lines from the second.
“Yeah, I think you need some teaching assistance.” Denny wasn’t trying to talk in a teacher voice. It was just his usual voice. He wasn’t interested in the role play as such. He got up, went to the chest of drawers and got out a cane. Of the various choices there was one that actually looked like a teachers cane. Hayley eyed him with foreboding, but instead of being asked to bend over or lean across the table he told her to put her hand out. She stuck her right hand out.
“Keep it in position or you get extra.”
Denny brought the cane down across her palm. Her hand jerked up. She let out a cry of “ow!” but otherwise maintained position. He gave her two more across the palm and three across the fingers. Water welling in her eyes, she sometimes wondered if water wasn’t always welling in her eyes, she returned to her seat.
“We’ll go for three paragraphs this time.”
Ten minutes later Hayley recited as much as she could and got three canings on her left palm and three on her left fingers.
“As you seem to have made more effort this time, I won’t increase the number as I was goin’ to, but keep it at six.”
This had always been his intention, but he wanted her to think how much effort she made could make a difference. Like Ryan he liked to see her doing her very best to please him while getting nothing but abuse as her reward.
This happened again two more times. Twenty minutes was not enough time for the hurt on each hand to go away before the next caning. When she came out for the fifth time both hands were still hurting like hell and she looked very scared. A bit like a very scared school girl Denny thought with an inward smirk. This time, however, he was going for something different.
“Not bad, but I can see this hand teaching assistance isn’t working. Maybe we need something closer to the brain. Can you undo your blouse Miss Brown?”
Hayley took a deep breath and used her smarting fingers to undo the buttons down to the waist. She was going to pull the blouse out of the skirt, but Denny ‘sir’ said that would be enough. He pulled the two sides apart to reveal her breasts, tits as Hayley was forced to think of them, and told her to cross her arms at the back. This had the effect of straightening her back and pushing her breasts out more. He turned her sideways to him.
“Increased blood to the tits can sometimes help get more blood to the brain,” he said, “I’ll cane your tits and see if that helps. I know it’s not normal for a girl to show her tits to her teacher, but in the interests of learnin’…...”
He brought the cane down across the top of both breasts. The soft flesh dented in and sprang back. Both tits seemed to go down a little in their entirety, but then sprang back and then down again. Hayley let out a scream, “aaaaaaaaaah!” and doubled up. The pain meant her hands gripped above each opposite elbow more tightly so her arms stayed crossed behind her back. She shook a little from left to right so her breasts jiggled horizontally, then she exercised enough will power to stand up and re-present herself. He gave her a moment to control her breathing then brought it down again.
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
Again her breasts bounced up and down from the impact and again she doubled over and shook them from left to right several times before being able to come up and present herself again. Denny could see the agony in her eyes as he brought down the third stroke.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
Louder and longer, Same bouncing and bending. She shook left and right a little longer this time.
For the fourth stroke, Denny held her hair with his left hand and told her to make her back rigid when she felt the stroke.
“I know it smarts a little,” he said, “but it’s for your own good.”
“Eeaaaaaaaaaaah!”
He sliced down again. He used all his strength to stop her doubling down. She tried to keep her back rigid. Her tits bounced up and down from the blow. Her feet rose and fell as she transferred movement to her legs, dancing up and down on the spot.
“EEEeeeaaaaaaah”.
The fifth. More desperate dancing, bouncing tits, face a mask of agony, head held up by Denny’s fist clenching her hair. He gave her another moment to control herself though she could not stop a continuing “oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” sound with each outward breath of each gasp. Then the final one. As hard as he could. Lifted high and swishing down with a terrifying sound before,
CRAAACK!
Hayley’s green eyes opened wide, her mouth fell open, her legs pumped up and down, her tits bounced up and down and swung wildly. Her piercing scream of agony filled the room.
“EEEEEEEH! AAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAA!”
Her eyes glazed over. Black spots appeared in front of her eyes. The pain! The pain!
Her head swung frenetically left and right, despite Denny’s hold which could only control her vertical movement. She would have fallen to the floor if he had not been holding her.
Denny lowered the cane. Hayley let out another scream as if a second wave of pain had arrived and then hung limply from his hand her legs shaking and trembling with the effort of holding her up. She again went into a continuous mewling sound. There were six deep red tramlines across both breats. A little blood showed on her left breast where the force of the last blow had broken the skin.
It took a full minute before she could regain her normal composure and breath.
“Yeah, I can see that really did smart,” said Denny.
Hayley still had her mouth open doing deep breaths to control the pain searing into her from both tits. She looked down to look at the damage. The six deep, bright, double lines from each blow. Her tits had been turned from something smooth and white and beautiful into some ugly caricature only beautiful to supreme sadists.
“Okay. Do your blouse up to half way and we’ll carry on.”
Hayley stared at him in horror. She saw no mercy. Not even any caring. She fumbled the buttons with her stinging hands, stopping once her nipples were under cover. She returned to her seat and tried to concentrate on the next three paragraphs. It was impossible. The tears dripping slowly out of her eyes were obscuring her vision and the pain preventing any concentration. She sat there miserably, her brain an unfocussed mess. Yet she had to try. She had to learn at least some of it or God knows what he would do to her.
Denny pretended to go back to his game on the phone, but in reality he was looking at her pain filled face and gentle crying and looking at the marks visible on those parts of her breasts now exposed from the partially open blouse. He enjoyed the anxiety on her face. She knew this performance would be worse than her last. He could see the problems she had concentrating through her tears and pain and misery.
Ten minutes passed. Once again Hayley was standing in front of him holding her book. Now she was looking both scared and upset. She hesitated and stammered. Most of the sentences were wrong. Eventually, trembling with fear she just petered out.
Denny nodded slowly and sadly.
“Yes, Hayley Brown, not very good I’m afraid. The breast assistance seems not to have helped.”
“N, no, Sir. I’m s,sorry Sir. I tried my best. H,honestly Sir.”
“I’m sure you did,” he said shaking his head slowly, “perhaps a different kind of help is needed. Let’s try your nether regions.”
“S,Sir?”
“Your arse. Open your blouse and bend over your desk.”
Hayley exposed her tits again and bent over the desk. The cold plastic pressed against her nipples and the stripes on her tits. She held the far edge of the table. She wondered how many times she had now done this. She knew with Denny it would be more painful than with Ryan.
Denny parted her legs so he would get a better view of her cunt and sliced the first stroke. She cried out, but held position. The second, she jerked a little. The third, she jerked and cried out. The fourth the same. She held her composure until the sixth. This one was particularly hard and she rolled left and right, her stomach lifting off the table as it rolled right, then slapping down again as it rolled to the left. A seventh came down. An eighth. A ninth. A tenth. She twisted violently and screamed at each hit. A tenth. An eleventh. Each one was harder than before. Each one sent hideous pain into her. Once again she was crying. Tears cascading out of her eyes to drip on the floor, shoulders heaving.
Ryan applied thirty strokes. For the last ten he had to tie her to the table. On stroke twenty she had twisted so much, her body rolling left and right, her juddering buttocks twisting, her legs scissoring she had actually fallen to the floor. Her hands had gone round to cradle her bruised and abused cheeks. Her shoulders were heaving and she was moaning between her sobbing. A sorry sight.
By the time thirty had been delivered her ass was blue and purple. Hayley was effectively hysterical babbling out “mercy, m,mercy. Oh God, p,please,” over and over to unlistening ears.
Denny untied her and she lay in position shoulders heaving with her sobs, still babbling for mercy and limp with exhaustion.
“Mercy. Mercy. Mercy.”
“I’ll leave you for ten minutes for the goodness to sink in.” He left the room.
Denny checked a few messages, watched a couple of music videos and then returned. Hayley lay where he had left her. Her ass bruises looked ugly.
“Very well Miss Brown, one last attempt.”
Hayley moaned and pushed herself up. Her hands still hurt, her tits hurt a lot and her ass was agony.
“Perhaps you could lick that water up off the floor before we begin.”
Hayley went on all floors and dipped her head to lick up the puddle of tears she had created. It was salty and made her thirsty. She didn’t ask for a drink. She thought the most likely outcome was he’d piss in her mouth. She sat down at her ‘desk’. She sat very slowly. The hard chair hurt her bruises. When she was sitting it still hurt. She supposed this would be the last time. There wasn’t much left of her to hurt.
Through the blur of assorted pain she learnt two and a half of the paragraphs. She delivered the words in a resigned voice. They both knew what was coming. Perhaps knowing it was the last one had some effect. It was her best effort yet. Two and a half paragraphs with only a small number of mistakes.
“Very good. I think the lower regions must be the most effective after all. Let’s go into the teacher’s common room and you can bend over the sofa.
Hayley walked stiffly ahead. When he gave her blotched ass a playfull slap she let out a genuine loud scream of pain. She bent over the sofa, hands on the seating area, legs straight and parted to show her cunt open. Denny began welting her thighs. The marks from earlier had gone and he enjoyed replacing them with this new lot.
Hayley trembled and shook.
“Aaaaaah”
“Aaaaaah”
“Aaaaaah.”
“Aaaaaah.”
“Aaaaaah”
He gave her twelve. Enough to start her crying again and leave her well marked.
“And now time to mark you in another way,” he said and pulling out his cock rammed it into her unprepared cunt. Hayley began gasping but then screamed as his groin hit against her tender behind. Denny rammed in and out as forcefully as he could into the whore knowing every stroke was hurting her incredibly. He pulled her up and flung her to the floor, jumping on top of her, pressing her poor, poor ass in to the carpet as he rutted in her. Hayley cried out repeatedly. He began slapping her face and squeezing her tits, causing louder cries as both her ass and her striped tits were further hurt. He pulled off his clothes, reentered her and lay down fully on her. He started deep kissing her, pushing her lips hard against her teeth. His hands went round her back and began making large scratches. This caused her to arch upwards, which in turn hurt her ass as it was pushed against the carpet and her tits as they were pushed against his rough chest hair.
He should have whipped her cunt he thought as his groin banged into her over and over with increasing force. That could have hurt too. Finally tongue deep down her throat he jerked and spasmed and thrust and jerked as he shot gob after gob, load after load of his sperm into her, splashing into her womb until he collapsed panting on her battered breasts.
Wow that had been good!
To Hayley’s surprise, a minute or two after this despoiling of her womb he fell off her and told her to suck him and get him hard again, “or else.” She rapidly went down to put his spunk covered cock in her mouth and began doing all she could, despite her pain, which now included the scratches on her back, to get him hard again.
All the hurting of her must have excited him as he was soon hard again and able to fuck her throat and shoot more spunk down her throat as he sat on the sofa. After he had erupted and filled her mouth with his bitter tasting cum, he gave her a kick that sent her sprawling and fell back exhausted to recover.
Unknown to Hayley, Denny had taken some Viagra and spent the next hour fucking her over and over shooting spunk into her cunt, her ass, her mouth until he couldn’t shoot any more. He then dragged her off to bed, fucked her with a bottle and fell asleep.
Hayley, filled and abused in every hole and hurting all over took some time before she fell asleep. If it wasn’t for Ryan’s progamming she would have had the most horrific nightmares. Instead she slept fitfully, occasionally awaking when her ass touched the mattress to cause her pain.
Denny slept the deep sleep of a man profoundly satisfied.
Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Twenty Seven
Hayley woke at about 9:30. This was later than normal due to sheer exhaustion. She needed to leave by about 10.30 if she was to get to Ryan’s parents house for lunch. Her limbs ached from all the stretching and jerking and she could feel a few sore lines on her tits, torso, back and bruises all over her ass. Denny was asleep facing into her. She lifted the bed cover to look down at herself. Where it was sore there were still some angry red marks left. A few lines across the top of her tits, she wished she could think of them using a nicer term. Damn Ryan.
She went down to suck Denny’s cock. This was standard wake up procedure with Ryan. She gently took it in her mouth and began moving her tongue around it. She gently massaged his balls.
Denyy woke and let her carry on. He knew she had to get up and leave so he might as well get a final fuck. When he was big and feeling horny enough he pulled her up and started kissing her, twisting her nipples and painfully squeezing her tits. Eventually he moved to raking her back with his nails. They were short, but he still seemed to know how to cause deep scratches with them.
Hayley writhed and tossed in his arms making mewling noises, gasps and small cries as she felt the nails breaking her skin.
Eventually he rolled on top of her and started fucking. He slapped and pinched her tits and then slapped her face back and forth before finally shooting his load into her.
“Make me some toast and coffee before you go,” he said in a normal rather than bossy voice. She made it with his final spunk trickling down her leg and took it to him in bed. He asked her to do a slow twirl for him. She faced him then slowly turned around on the spot. She knew he wanted to see what marks were still on her. His scratch marks were, she could feel them.
He noted the four welts across her breasts and the three across her stomach. There were bruises on her behind and five welts on her back. There were four long scratch marks across her shoulders on the back where he had drawn blood with his scratches. They would last for several days. He smiled.
“Very pretty. Well thanks for a nice time Hayley. Hopefully we can do it again soon.”
Hayley was dumbfounded. This monster who had cruelly hurt, shamed and humiliated her for the whole of yesterday was now behaving as if it had been a normal social occasion and they were friends.
“If Ryan wants to, you know I’m available.”
“You’re that alright,” he smiled.
Hayley turned and left to get showered and ready for Ryan. She wore one of the zip dresses, a pastel purple pattern, but with the zip done up for a change. She said a final goodbye to Denny who was still in bed and arrived at Ryan’s parent’s house at one o’clock. His mother answered the door.
She looked in her fifties, with dark blonde dyed hair cut short to her neck in a curly style and friendly brown eyes belying her hair colour. She wore slightly too much powder on her face and had lipstick slightly too red, though Hayley had seen worse. And these days who was she to judge.
“Ah, you must be Hayley,” she said, “Ryan’s been talking about you. Nice to meet you.”
“Thank you,” said Hayley, “nice to meet you too.”
She was led in and met his father, who worked as a machinist in an engineering factory and his sister still at school. It appeared she was cleverer or worked harder than Ryan as she was doing ‘A’levels in the sixth form though she did not hold out much hope of getting good ones.
“Mine were mediocre,” said Hayley, “but they’re still useful.”
She told them what she did and a brief outline of her life. Ryan’s mother did the same for him. He hadn’t achieved much. But he was a nice lad, seemed to be the gist of it.
Ryan was obviously proud of her, which she found strange. She excused her collar as a fashion item when asked about it. It was a normal visit of a girlfriend to her boyfriend’s family. For Hayley though the whole experience seemed strangely surreal. Was this the real Hayley, a respectable, intelligent, well brought up girl who they thought their boy was lucky to be with or was the sex slave Hayley the real Hayley. The girl who drank piss every morning and did any and every shameful act their son or his friend could dream up.
The visit went well. The opposite of his visit to her parents. Ryan’s family thoroughly approved of her. They didn’t say it but she sensed they were dumbfounded at how he had got himself such an obviously classy girl. Warm goodbyes were eventually said and she and Ryan left at the same time. She drove back to her flat in Birmingham, he to the bungalow.
It was true life with Ryan was not wholly horrific and excessive. There was a lot of boyfriend/girlfriend interaction, but always within a strict slave/master way. The fact she had to always say Master to him unless they were out, meant normal conversations were limited to restaurants and other public places. Also her tits were always hanging out of her dress or her nipples visible through thin tops so she was always aware of her status and in a perpetual state of public embarrassment. She had got used to it a bit, but she felt she would never wholly get used to it.
Since the day she had gone in with restraint chafe marks on her ankles and wrists she felt no-one had regarded her the same even at work. She had felt odd when Denny had removed her slave collar and strange to be treated as a normal person by Ryan and his family during the visit. The truth was she wasn’t a normal person anymore. Her daily routine of drinking piss with meals, weeing open legged in front of a camera, doing obscene exercises every night, wearing slutty clothes the moment she got home, wearing no underwear and her collar at work or social occasions meant she could never escape her slave status.
Even now she was out of her dress, pulling out a thin crop top that barely covered her tits, if making them wholly visible through the material was covering them, from her wardrobe and a thin, ass clutching micro skirt that showed not just her tight ass cheeks but the crack between and made it quite clear she was wearing nothing beneath.
She weed into a jug, sitting on the toilet, legs open towards the camera and put the jug in the fridge next to one that was already there. She made a sandwich and poured out some of the fresh piss. She decided to pour the old piss away. It was a day old and she’d be making more tomorrow. She drank the piss with her sandwich then had coffee. She wondered if Ryan was watching on his laptop. Looking ike a cheap whore she sat down to relax in front of the TV. It had been an exhausting weekend and she could still feel the marks Denny had left on her. She would be feeling them at home and at work for several days.
Monday evening she relaxed and did some course work. Tuesday she attended the evening class for her Insurance Certificate. It dawned on her on the way back that there was in fact a way out. If she passed her exams she could get a better job in a different town. Just leave and tell no-one where she was going. Ryan would not know where she was and she would be free. She smiled happily.
Wednesday it was back to the bungalow.
She arrived straight from work as usual. She turned her collar ring to the front while waiting for him to answer the door. After a quick kiss she took off her blouse, white vest, skirt and shoes and left them by the clothes pedestal near the door. Naked she went to the bedroom to see what Ryan had left out for her to wear. He returned to the sofa and carried on with his video game.
On the bed was a red thigh high mini skirt, red six inch heels and no top. She assumed he felt like having her topless today. She put them on and went into the kitchen to make dinner. Ryan called out, “sausage and egg today please.”
She assumed he wanted her tits and stomach to be splashed by hot fat. On the whole Hayley was too good a cook for this to happen much. They sat at the kitchen table. He had a glass of beer and she had a wine glass of Ryan’s piss.
“Do a twirl,” Ryan said, having noticed a few marks on her as she had crossed the living room. Hayley held up her skirt and turned around for him.
“Still some small bruises on your ass,” he said, “and scratch marks on your back.”
“Yes Master, the marks on my tits and stomach had gone by this morning.”
Ryan raised his eyebrows, “guess he was a bit tough then. Tell me what happened.”
Hayley gave him a detailed account of her time with Denny including the questions he had asked in the strip pub. Ryan didn’t really comment much except he liked the topless car driving idea.
After dinner he took her to the laptop and showed her the photos he was intending to put on the web advertising her services. There was one with her leg cocked peeing against a tree, one of her licking it with her tongue but her hair hiding her face, one of her bent over exposing herself with her hands and a picture of a cock in her ass, cunt exposed. Finally there was a full frontal that stopped at the neck.
“The idea is to post them on a kinky contacts website and ask people to send in their suggestions for what they would like to do to you. I’ve set up a separate email. We can then arrange to meet up with the best ones and let them play out their ideas. Why make me happy, or me and Denny, when you can make lots of people happy. Poor sods probably sit in their rooms day dreaming, but never think it might happen in real life. Unless they have a lot of money for prostitutes eh? Half the time prostitutes won’t do everything.”
“You know Master,” Hayley ventured riskily.
“I’ve heard.”
“I thought you liked me belonging to you Master. Do you want lots of other men to have me as well?”.
“It won’t be lots. Just a few. The more interesting ones.”
“You don’t think it’s a bit sick Master?”
“You’re not objecting are you?”
“Of course not Master. I’m your slave. I want whatever you want.”
“And I want this so that’s settled.”
Hayley knew she had to stop this. The question was how.”
“Yes Master.”
Hayley watched dismayed as Ryan posted the perverted and explicit pictures of her on the site. He then wrote a few captions underneath.
“Want To Fuck This Slut?”
“Email me with your ideas for what you would like to do to her. The more extreme and original ideas will get a reply and meeting. Let your imagination rip! Remember she’s into anything. Dirt, bad looks, old age and alcoholism a plus.”
So now she was officially a slut. Thousands would look at her, wank over her. Maybe they’d print her out and put her on their wall. Email her naked bits and perverted actions to their friends.
Ryan was excited and he kissed and groped her on the sofa for a while, poking his fingers up her and enjoying his control and possession. When he tired of this he had her kneeling kissing, licking and sucking his feet and toes while he watched a favourite TV show. Hayley paced herself. She knew she was going to be dealing with his smelly feet for some time.
An hour later when the show ended he grabbed her hair and sat her on his lap. He groped her cunt and they watched a film together. Next she was the entertainment as she went through her exercises, then the treadmill, then a shower and to bed.
He had the usual rough sex with her, but she could tell as he twisted her tits and pummelled her cunt that he was more excited than usual. No doubt looking forward to what the adverts would bring.
Final Author Comments
I would like to thank everyone who has read the whole thing! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for all the reviews and comments. Comments were particularly useful. Sorry for the long delay. It was going to continue with ad scenarios but I have decided to put them into something different. Once I regain some energy and time.