Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  With a cool wet wash clothe, He gently bathed her face to revive her. Returning to the land of the living, Kay could only recall the spectacular orgasm that consumed her and the wonderful Master who could give her such a feeling. When He unbuckled the jaw-stretching gag and removed the cock from between her teeth, she sobbed, "Thank You, Master. Thank You for using me like that. Oh Master, this slut will do anything to serve You. I'll do anything, be anything You want me to be. Please, just keep me, Sir, and use me." Her begging and gratitude degenerated into gibberish as He gently kissed her swollen lips, and wiped her tear-streaked face.

  Even though her jaw ached from the prolonged abuse, she begged, "Oh Master, I just wish You'd let me suck You off, to thank You."

  He chuckled and glanced at His watch, "Don't worry, Kay, jenny will be home very soon. She'll take care of my needs until you pass your medical inspections."

  The endorphins were draining away, she had caught her breath, the clamps were off her nipples. Now she squealed and groaned as her belly convulsed with the churning enema.

  He watched her as the two quarts reasserted their effects. She didn't suffer in silence, but she never uttered a word of complaint or protest. He was impressed. At last, He unstrapped the vibrator stanchion and released her wrist restraints from the ceiling hook. Drained by orgasm and agony, she needed His support for the short walk to the toilet in the corner.

  As He deflated and removed the plug, she muttered a quick, "Thank You, Master," before collapsing onto the seat as the torrent was released. Shoulder leaning against the wall, he compounded her embarrassment by watching her contorted face as her chest and belly trembled until she was empty. After Kay cleaned herself of spatters with a fresh wash clothe, Master fastened her wrists behind her head and led her to a tall wooden bar stool. Once perched atop it, her ankles also received leather restraints and were attached to the stool's back legs, splaying her knees. Her punished ass squirmed on the hard seat. Exactly at the stroke of 5 o'clock, per the clock on the wall, jenny entered the dungeon and went straight to Master, sinking to her knees, unzipping Him and paying her respects. Shortly, Master pushed her off.

  "Not yet, jenny. This bitch definitely excited me. You're in for a rough time tonight, I'm afraid." Their exchanged smile said everything necessary.

  Rising from her knees and looking over at Kay displayed like a cheap whore, jenny asked softly, "Well Master, what do You think? Do You wish to train her?"

  Walking over, He slapped Kay's welted boob. She squealed quietly and bravely thrust out her other breast for its slap.

  "Yes. Kay is a slutty bitch that I'd train to be a pain-whore like you. If she passes the medical and retests clean in six months, I'll keep her."

  "Thank You, Master," jenny exclaimed. "I just knew she was the perfect woman for Your training and use, Sir!"

  At the sound of Kay's weeping, they both turned to her. "T-T-Thank You, Master," she sobbed. "I'm so happy. Thank You, Master. You won't be sorry, Sir. I'll make You proud. I'll take anything You want to do to me, a-a-and love You for it!"

  He smiled benevolently as jenny embraced Kay, both crying tears of joy, kissing and lapping like two puppies.

  "You'll have plenty of time for all that later," He told them. "Right now, jenny, you have to get Kay into her bra and dress and get her to Doctor Issacson before she closes for the day. I want to get Kay's first blood test done ASAP. You can schedule her physical for next week."

  Her ankle and wrist restraints removed, Kay was grateful for jenny's assistance in dressing. The afternoon's strict bondage and beating had left her stiff as well as sore all over.

  Before Kay could slip the bra cups up, Master gripped both nipples firmly. Squeezed and twisted them Kay felt her knees go weak as she bit her lip to stifle the scream. "Bring me your purse, bitch," Master ordered, giving her nipples an extra twist for emphasis.

  She fairly ran to the gargae where she'd stripped off her clothes those few momentous hours past. Handing it over, she watched Master remove her apartment key as well as credit cards and her cell phone before returning the purse.

  "Since you'll be living here, I'll have your belongings put in storage. You won't need the credit cards either. They'll be paid off and closed. You just quit your job in the stockroom at that electronics store. I'll notify your employer and landlord. Tomorrow jenny will drive you to the Post Office so you can fill out a 'Change of Address' form. Until I decide otherwise, you'll only go out with jenny and she is permitted to carry a phone. You won't be needing one until I decide. Understood?"

  "Yes Master, I live here now. I won't need cards or money. I won't need my old job or apartment anymore, I am allowed out only with jenny, and I won't need a cell phone," Kay recited.

  "Good bitch," Master exclaimed, rewarding her with a kiss on the cheek followed by a stinging slap to her bruised boobs.

  After helping her dress, jenny led her out to the car and drove to the Doctor's office. The Doctor herself did the blood draw, making no comment on Kay's visible bruises. She penciled in an appointment for a complete physical the following week.

  When they got back home, jenny led Kay back to the dungeon room and had her strip down again. Opening a drawer, jenny showed her the set of anal dilators and plugs. Another held urethral sounds. Jenny had to explain their use and effects. The collection of nipple clamps was self-explanatory as were the whips, paddles, and canes. The gags and restraints seemed to fascinate Kay as did the extensive assortment of enema and douche equipment.

  "Master wants me to help train you, girl, since He can't spend all the time necessary personally with you," jenny explained. "So I'm sort of your older 'slut-sis' and you'd better obey me or I'll tell Master. Hehe," she chuckled with make-believe malice.

  Both women laughed.

  "But this training is serious stuff, Kay. Master means what He says. He'll punish you and me if you disobey Him. I don't mind getting punished for my own mistakes, but if I get punished because you screw up, I'm gonna take it out on you, and believe me, master has shown me ways to make a girl scream from the worst tortures you can imagine. Been there, done that!" jenny told her.

  "Master want's your anal training started right away. Since He gave you a small enema, we can skip that part tonight. But this," jenny selected the smallest plug from the drawer, "will be your closest friend for a couple of days." She laughed at her own joke.

  Bending Kay over, she lubed the plug lightly, parted the bruised cheeks, and gently but steadily inserted the plug into Kay's bottom. "There," she said, giving the plump cheek a swat.

  She fitted a wide leather waist belt and crotch strap that attached to the plug's base, preventing the removal, and secured the belt with a small padlock.

  "If you have to use the bathroom, you have to ask me to remove the belt or the plug as needed," jenny told her, displaying the small key dangling on her necklace. "You're not to put anything in either hole unless Master gives His permission, so when's your period?"

  "N-Not for another two weeks," Kay replied.

  "Good," jenny said, "I got my 'visitor' today. We'll be two weeks apart, so Master will always have a bitch available for complete use. But He'll 'play on a bloody field' sometimes if He wants to."

  Kay knew jenny was a T-girl and expressed her confusion. Periods? A T-girl?

  "Oh yes, sis," jenny told her, lifting her skirt. Pulling her panties down revealed the maxi pad as well as the tampon's tell-tale string. "Master has me observe regular periods like any woman. It's the only time we're allowed to wear panties. But you'll get used to the breeze tickling your twat."

  They laughed and hugged, mashing Kay's sore tits, but it felt good to be so accepted.

  "Tomorrow we go shopping for your cloths," jenny told her. "For tonight, you'll have to wear what you've got. And until Master tells me otherwise, that means you'll only wear heels, hose, and your collar in the house. Now we've got to get supper on the table, so come on." She led the way to the kitchen.

  Kay watched i
n amazement as jenny sped around the kitchen in four inch heels like they were sneakers. In her three inch stilettos she felt definitely second-class.

  As they worked, jenny made a point of brushing against Kay's tender boobs, or stealing a quick kiss on the mouth. By the time they had the meal on the table, Kay felt truly fortunate to have found such a fine Master as well as an understanding girlfriend to guide her in her journey of submission. The future was going to be exciting!

  The End.

  Sarah and Emily - Ponygirls

  Sarah smiled as she looked down on her best friend and roommate Emily. Sarah had tied Emily to their shared bed and had put a nice purple ball gag into her mouth, before going to work on her smooth pussy with their favorite toy vibrator. Emily had, of course, played her part and squirmed and moaned as her passion built at the tormenting hands and vibrating pulses of the vibrator. Sarah continued her tormenting till Emily had arched her body and squealed behind the gag as she came hard. Now both girls were resting on their bed together, Sarah gently stroking her bound roommate's body.

  "Well my dear, sweet Emily. It seems like you had a nice blastoff there, and I know you love to blast off, just like you like to make me blast off when we change our roles. But while you were recovering, I had a look on your computer, and saw you had a deep passion for ponygirls."

  Sarah watched as Emily's eyes opened up a bit wider, but she smiled at her roommate, and tickled her pussy as she continued.

  "Well, I love the thought of ponygirls too, my sweet Emily. But you know, we both can't be ponies at the same time, unless we include someone new into our games. But that doesn't mean we can't go looking for the perfect tack, now does it?"

  Sarah smiled, as she saw the relief in her lover's eyes, and she could feel the heat from her pussy and the passion in her eyes, as Emily thought of their shopping trips. Sarah smiled, seeing the look of excitement in her friend's eyes, and knew they were going to have fun tomorrow.

  Sarah and Emily went to sleep for a few hours that night, and woke up the following morning at about 9 am. Sarah untied Emily and both girls smiled as they climbed into the shower together, each taking turns scrubbing the other down, and shaving their bodies smooth. The girls giggled as they dressed, each picking out a skirt, crop top tee, and sandals. They put their hair into a ponytail, and each made sure their purses had their credit cards and their papers, before leaving their shared apartment.

  It wasn't uncommon for female roommates to be stopped by the security patrols to make sure they had their freedom papers, which were required after the central government fell to the state militias after some disastrous policies led to an almost 80% hike in taxes. The end result in the aftermath of the revolution was that states could impose their own laws, and many made it a requirement for unmarried females over the age of 18 to carry their freedom papers with them. Of course, women's groups had protested, but once the laws went on the books, women without papers soon found that they were being led off in chains, and sold on the block to anyone who wanted their own personal slaves.

  Sarah and Emily, like all the younger girls who had been born after the revolution, had simply learned to live with the requirement, and in a sense, they found it to be exciting to know that they could simply forget their papers, and find themselves bound and gagged and led off to the slave auction. Many girls found the thought thrilling, and some had gone so far as to make their lovers hold their papers. Sarah and Emily had shared their papers now for a year, and both girls tingled at the thought that the other could speak a word, and could doom her friend to the life of a slave, just like that.

  As the girls drove to the pet store, they thought of the problem of how to be ponygirls, and still maintain their freedom. They knew that asking an unknown person to be their trainer was taking a huge risk, and yet they both wanted to be in tack together as well. They decided to table their thoughts, as they came to the pet store, and their pussies began to juice as they beheld the sights before them.

  The pet store wasn't quite what they had been before the revolution. Now, out front, girls could be seen squirming in pony tack, or tugging on leashes, or sitting in cages, all waiting for someone to either claim them from the store, or buy them for their own use. Sarah and Emily smiled as they admired a girl about their own age, as she wiggled in her pony tack. The girls admired the way the ponygirl was harnessed, and they took time to examine the tack in detail.

  Sarah and Emily looked at the ponygirl's hoof boots, and noticed they were laced up tightly. The hoof boots looked like high heeled boots, but the back heel was missing, and the sole instead was shoed with a metal horseshoe. The girls moved up the helpless ponygirl's body with their eyes, looking at the harness. They could see the way the harness supported the girl's breasts, the corset that was built in, and the locks and buckles in the back, rendering her helpless to remove it. The girls also noticed the crotch strap that split the ponygirl's legs, and they could see the stiffness that indicated a thick dildo buried within her pussy. The girls also noticed the thick bushy tail, and smiled as the girl wiggled her ass, sending the tail swishing, to tickle the backs of her legs. The girls continued looking up the ponygirl's body, to her head, where they saw the complex bridle and bit system, and were surprised that the ponygirl had the restrictive pony mask on, which made her head look like a horses head. The girls saw that the bit and bridle was connected to an interior system, but because of rules and etiquette, they didn't dare touch to ponygirl, to see how it was connected. They did see the ownership disk, and took note of the name.

  The girls then entered the store, and smiled as they entered their dreams. Within the store was everything needed to turn a girl into a helpless pet slave, to please their owner. From rubber puppy suits to the most complex pony tack, even exotic pets like mermaids could be made within the walls of the store. Sarah and Emily saw the pony section, and made their way over to the rows of equipment, smiling as they got used to the smell of the leather. The girls wandered the aisles, first picking out a cart, and a few items for their shared use. Then came the moment of truth for the girls, the time to buy each other's tack and risk being turned into the other's ponygirl.

  A smiling sales lady came up to the two girls, and asked if she could help them with their selections. Sarah smiled, and said they were free girls, but holding each others papers, and that they would be taking turns being each others ponygirl, but that they wanted to have matching tack sets. The sales girl smiled and nodded, and began asking the girls if they wanted the most restrictive, stimulating, or least expensive tack. The girls didn't wait, and said that they wanted the best, and the most restrictive, so that the one in the tack knew she was the pony of the other.

  The salesgirl smiled, and led the girls to the tack section, where she began fitting the girls for their tack. Emily went first to be tacked, and so Sarah got to pick the tack they would both end up wearing, when Emily and she changed roles. Sarah picked out a harness similar to the one they had seen the ponygirl outside wearing. Sarah watched as the salesgirl draped the corset harness over Emily's body, and began by lacing tight the corset. Sarah could see how the corset supported Emily's breasts, while still leaving them exposed, and smiled. Sarah giggled as she picked out the dildo for the crotch strap, and she smiled as Emily was forced to spread her legs to allow the salesgirl to slip the monster into her dripping pussy. Sarah picked out the pony mask bridle system, and for the first time, saw how it actually worked.

  Sarah watched as first a head bridle was placed around Emily's head, and buckled tightly. Then a ball bit gag was placed into her mouth, before being snapped onto the bridle system. Then the salesgirl picked up the black mask head, and began securing it to the bridle, sealing Emily's head within. Sarah now saw that the eyes were positioned to allow just a small glimpse out the front, but otherwise restricted the wearer's field of vision. She smiled, and watched as her lover was fitted with her hoof boots, and a big bushy tail, and finally had a mono-glove arm binder slipped over her arms,
pinning them to the small of her back.

  Sarah smiled, and allowed the salesgirl to make notes of the selections, and to mark which holes were the best to secure Emily with. Then the salesgirl asked if Sarah wanted to try on her tack, and get a photo of them in their tack together. Sarah didn't want to have them both in their tack, however, within the store, and so she said she would try on her tack, but only once Emily was released from her bindings. So the salesgirl went off and started gathering the tack for Sarah, while Sarah unbound Emily and placed her tack into her personal shopping bag.

  The salesgirl returned a few moments later, and began tacking up Sarah, while Emily watched. Sarah squirmed a little as her corset was tightened around her waist, and as her breasts were adjusted to fit comfortably in the half cups. She blushed as she was impaled on the dildo and felt it buckled up between her legs. She quivered as the bridle was fixed over her head, and she saw how restrictive the horse head mask could be. She teetered on her new hooves as the boots were fixed onto her feet, and she wiggled her ass as she felt the horsehair tail being fixed to the back of the harness. She allowed her arms to be secured into the arm binder, and she knew she was helpless now, till Emily released her.

  Emily smiled as she saw her lover in her pony tack, and knew the feelings she was feeling now, as Emily herself had felt them when she was in the tack. Emily heard the salesgirl question about a photo of them together in tack, and knew the risk, but she decided it would be worth it. Emily however did take one precaution. She made it a requirement that after the photo was taken, one of them was to be released from their tack.

  Sarah could only watch helplessly as Emily was re-tacked in her pony tack, and she knew she was helpless to stop anything that might happen after that. Soon, she and Emily were both in their tack, and being led to the photo area. Both girls were hitched up to a rail, and a photographer came by, and snapped photos of the squirming girls from all angles. True to their word, however, the sales girl did take off Emily's tack. Emily smiled, and led her bound lover to the front of the store, where she paid for both sets of tack, and the other items they had bought, as well as the photo collection, all with Sarah's credit card.