Chapter 7 - The Next Few Weeks

Poor Anne, when she dropped by the next week, Paul showed her the tape a friend of mine had made of the entire evening. What that tape showed was not a young girl, but a insatiable cum receptacle. With some very minor editing it showed a girl who got off on the filthiest degradation. Who could never get enough cum. And who came and came repeatedly.

After showing it, in front of her Paul put the tape in a box addressed to her dad. Anne turned white as a ghost. She suddenly realized that the old tape was tame stuff compared to this. For this her dad might very well kill her. She turned to me with the look of an animal that knows it is about to die. "Don't worry sweet slut," Paul told her. "This will remain here as long as you behave yourself." And then Paul slapped Anne as hard as he could. Anne's hands flew to her cheek as the tears started and she backed away from Paul.

"Come back here NOW Anne. In front of me with your hands down or by god, I'll drive the tape over to your father now."

Anne stepped back braced for another slap. Paul reached up but didn't slap. Instead he gently pushed her shoulders down, and moved her head so it was back normally, not all tensed up. Then he slapped her again on the other cheek, as hard as he could.

Anne dropped to the floor crying, "Why Paul, what do you want me to do, just tell me?" she begged.

"Get back up NOW!" he said pulling her up. Paul's hands went to move her around again but Anne knew what would follow and stayed tensed up. "If you're not going to relax tell me now and I'll just take the tape and go."

"Please tell me what I did wrong. Oh god, please don't hit me. I'll do anything, just tell me what you want me to do," Anne sobbed with tears running down her cheeks.

"I want you to relax and hold still slut. Now do it before I loose my patience."

Anne did the best she could, holding still with her eyes wild with fright. Paul faked several slaps causing Anne to jerk and cry out. Finally, after the fakes slowed her down, Paul let out another slap knocking her down again.

"Please, please. Oh my god please tell me what I did!" begged Anne. "I'll suck your cock, I'll fuck you, I'll do anything you want."

Paul pulled her up as she kept babbling with fear. The look in her eyes had him hard as a rock. It was pure victim. She didn't want to get hit but she wouldn't defend herself. She would beg and plead and abase herself. But she would stand there and take the slap. "There is no reason," he said. One more should really get the message through.

Paul this time positioned her head perfectly for the slap. He lined his hand up, making real clear it was coming. Anne closed her eyes in anticipation so Paul told her to open them. Anne stared at Paul's hand in abject fear as he swung and nailed her again.

But during the entire swing, Anne never moved out of the way. She didn't know why Paul was hurting her. She knew the slap was coming and she stood there and took it. Because Paul had the right to do anything to her. With those slaps, those unexplained slaps, Paul tore away Anne's belief that she could tell Paul no. She was his.

Paul then pushed her down on her knees and had her suck him off. However, it wasn't gentle this time. Each time he pushed a little further into her mouth ignoring her protestations. When Anne put up a hand to hold stop his prick from going in as far Paul pulled out, slapped Anne twice, and pumped back in, without saying a word. Anne kept her hands down.

Pretty soon he was into her throat and then he was all the way banging her nose into his crotch. Her young throat felt so good around his cock with her gagging massaging his cock. Paul started holding his cock in for 20 seconds and then letting it our for Anne to take a breath. Anne couldn't breathe.

The last time out she hadn't gotten a good breath and now Paul was down her throat again. She had to breathe, she reached up and pushed at Paul, trying to get him to back out. Paul pulled out and looked at her. She knew it was coming and held her face up for it. But he didn't slap her.

She opened up her eyes to see him looking at her. He turned around and then he was holding something in his hands. Paul flicked one of her tits with his finger. It hurt but it made her nipple stick out. Then suddenly her tit was in agony. She reached for her tit but Paul held her arms. She looked down and saw an alligator clip on her tit squeezing it.

Paul then handed her the second clip and nodded toward her other nipple. Oh god no she thought. I can't stand to have that on there. I can't put it there. Then she heard him say, "I can put it on your clit if you'd rather."

She had to do it. She was Paul's' sex toy and that's what he wanted. She reached up and tried to gently release the clip on her nipple. It still hurt like crazy.

Paul the grabbed her head and started fucking her throat again, holding her head by the sides. She now had even more trouble breathing because her nipples hurt so much that she sometimes forgot to take a breath. But even when she was about to pass out she didn't raise her hands. Not to push Paul, not to save her nipples.

And then Paul rammed her head against his cock, almost breaking her nose against his pelvic bone and he pumped his cum directly into her stomach. He held his cock all the way in her throat for the next 3 minutes but his cock got small enough that she could breathe around it. Then as she looked up at him in fear, Paul reached down and removed the clips.

Finally - relief.

Anne held her mangled tits and waited to see what was next. After what had transpired, the rest was pretty tame. Paul had Anne watch porno flicks. Every afternoon when she could come over, he had her watch the videos while playing with herself. Anne actually came to enjoy this. The films turned her on and playing with the vibrator felt good too.

It was not the kind of climaxes she had when Paul dragged her through the gutter. But it was pleasant cum after pleasant cum. And after the first afternoon, it was a welcome relief.

Sometime while watching Paul would walk in and have her blow him. Nothing major, just a blow job and then back to the movie. Paul even had her use the vibrator on herself while blowing him so she got off too. And occasionally Paul would have her get on all fours facing the TV screen and would spank her bottom while she watched. Anne actually found herself looking forward to the spanking sessions since that turned her on more than just watching.

Of course, Paul was careful to pick out the right kind of videos. He never got any that had scenes of men and women in love with each other. Instead, all the videos were ones where men used the women. And over time the films got nastier and nastier until Paul was showing Anne European films that couldn't be rented in the US.

Meanwhile, every day Anne wore her butt plug, removing it only to shit and shower. And each week Paul gave Anne a slightly bigger plug to help open up her ass. One day Paul gave Anne an enema bag and told her to start using that daily, increasing the volume regularly and reporting the size she could take.

And through all of this Anne tried to live a normal life away from Paul. She went to school, worked at the video store, and spent time at home with her family. However, Paul was always there somehow. Every morning and night when she used her vibrator, his face filled her fantasy.

One Sunday he met her at church just before the service. The slipped into a bathroom and Paul gave Anne an enema and then plugged it with her butt plug. Anne spent the entire service next to her father, wanting to release the enema and unable to during the service, and afterward when she had to walk around with her parents.

Finally she got away and released it. And finally Paul gave her tapes to play on her Walkman when she was jogging. The tapes were a combination of the sound from porno movies, and Anne's commenting about herself while cumming. And behind it all, was Paul's soft voice telling her how she was his slut, and that she was his to use however she pleased.

Anne would be jogging down the street, normal people all around her, and she would be hearing people fucking or herself in the throes of passion. She was hearing this so often while viewing everyday normal life that she started to associate everything with sex. It was never off her mind.

On the weekend they would go dancing. But it was always so tame compared to the last time that Anne never objected to anything. Paul would play with her tits while ordering from the waitress. Or he would spread Anne's legs and life her skirt and play with her clit for people sitting across from them.

Many times he had Anne scrunch down, spread her legs, and pull her pussy lips apart to show others the view under the table. He started training her to never sit on her skirt, but to always raise the back of it. For many of her tight dresses this had the effect of pulling the skirt to her waist, clearly showing her pussy. But Paul allowed no exceptions.

Anne came to accept that others would see her tits and pussy. Every time she showed any modesty, Paul took a belt to her ass and beat it out of her. And Anne much preferred showing her cunt to being whipped. So when they went out, it just became a fact of life to Anne that others would see her cunt. She was Paul's slut and that was that.

And when they slow danced, Paul would usually play with her pussy. Anne loved that, out there in the middle of all those people being brought to a quiet orgasm. And at least once per evening she would return the favor, bringing Paul to orgasm, staining the front of her dress.

As she continued to watch the porno films each afternoon, she started to see women tied down and whipped lightly, the whippings became heavier and heavier. Women were pierced. Women drank piss, Women fucked dogs. But each time something new was introduced, it was a gradual change.

And Anne had become so conditioned to climaxing constantly while watching, that she kept climaxing to more and more depraved acts. And they were turning her on. Anne loved seeing a woman treated in the vilest manner.

Pretty soon there wasn't anything worse to get for Anne. So he had her pick favorite parts to watch again and again. Anne found herself judging the films and repeating the scenes where women were treated the worst. She was selecting knowing what Paul wanted. But in the course of making those selections, she was making her own preference be for the films where the woman was treated the worse.

And this was Anne's "normal" life. To watch women tortured unmercifully every afternoon and to get off on it. To jog around town in everyday places listening to tapes of violent sex. To go out Saturday night and arrange her dress so men could easily see her cunt and tits. Wearing an ass plug constantly. Giving herself an enema daily. And using vibrators every night and morning.

All this poured into the mind of an impressionable young 18-year-old girl who had never known love, had never been told there was another way, and who had all the normal worries of a high school senior, homework, parents, friends. The mind is a wonderful thing. Make almost anything routine and the mind will adapt to handle it. Anne remained a well adjusted teen girl, at least it appeared so.