PART FIVE c - Vaquera

  I tied his long rope trailing from his rough wrist rope cuffs wrapped tight on him, behind his back. I roped the ankles together too. He was kneeling and helpless as I tied the short, thick pstic tube gag back on.

  I made him service my toy. I had fun tapping the back of his head, and ughing at the little gagging noises, before I grabbed his head and told him to take a deep breath. I ughed that he wasn't doing it good enough, but I would show him how to do it right. I squirted a little of my special lube on it, worked it around, then put it into his waiting open tube that kept him from biting me. I ughed at the pitiful little gagging sounds, and finally shoved it in more and more, with each stroke.

  I finally forced it completely down, and held his silent, squirming face tight against my crotch. His nose scratched at my little tuft of fur above my jelly rubber toy. I let him up to gasp for air, waited momentarily, then went back to it. I eventually stroked and literally power fucked his throat, banging it. Kneeling and tied, helpless and powerless, I forced him to show me respect. On his knees, in the exact manner a little slut should be taught to give it. I made him look up at me, and then spit down on his face to show him how much I cared for his discomfort. His humiliation and terror showed pinly in his watery eyes. I made fun of his noises and did it more.

  When I was done showing him what respect was, I retied his rope wrist cuffs in front of him. He was scared he was going over my p again, because that's how I tied him for his second ass beating. The one that broke him into complete submission, the one that showed him who was in charge, and who was the submissive little slut that was going to be used terribly. He whimpered when his ankles got the same treatment, again because that's how he had been prepared for his punishment I had agreed to perform on his nicer mommy's behalf.

  I left him gagged with just the tube tied in tight. Drool dripped out of the tube, and I pointed it out and taunted him for it. I grabbed the remaining long rough rope trailing from his bound rope cuffed wrists in front of him, and fed it under his well tied ankles. I stood behind him, and yanked it up tight, drawing his helpless wrists to his equally helpless ankles. I wound it a couple times around the wrists to ankles setup, tight. I then wrapped it around his waist. Making a rough rope fuck handle for me to manipute him with.

  I stood back and observed him. Whimpering and whining, bent over wrists to ankles. Secured extremely well and with a rough rope handle around his waist over his hips cutting into his skin, leaving more marks. I reapplied with the special applicator, more of the special lube and worked it well into his ass. The ball end was so small, it wouldn't prepare his ass in any way for what I was about to do to him. It was however, humiliating on his part. I could see that from the blushed face.

  I smiled and let him see me applying the special lube to my toy, generously. I grabbed him firmly by the hips, and held him still as I lined up my toy to just rest against his lubed up fuck hole. He couldn't do the slightest thing to even attempt to get away from what I was preparing to do to him now, except dance his badly frightened eyes around. Begging with his eyes, tearing up.

  "Aw. Poor little slut. You? Have been given away. To a very mean mommy. To pay for her debt to me. You? Have been sold, like a piece of meat. She didn't care enough about you, and just took the money she borrowed. I don't loan money like that, without colteral. She pointed at you, and showed me what a naughty little slut you are for her. Pictures, videos. No, she took the money. Now? Here you are. Left holding the bag. Now, you're going to pay for that, with your ass. Literally. You're nothing to me, but a fuck hole."

  "Aw. Are you all scared? Well good, you should be terrified right now. I've seen how she fucks you. Yeah, I watched the breaking in video. You, all tied helpless to the kitchen table. She made love to your ass, all sweet and gentle. Pffft. I hope you don't expect that kind of treatment right now. Because you're going to get the exact opposite of that, believe me. Oh yeah… watch me with those scared little eyes, slut. I can't wait to see your face when I do it."

  "Hope you're ready, because I am. And that's all that matters. What I want. Ready, little boy? Here it comes now…"

  I lined up and touched the rabbit hole. I heard the whining and squealing, I felt the helpless squirming.

  "Third time is the charm, slut. Here we go…"

  "One."

  "Two."

  "Three…"

  I didn't py around, not while breaking a new one in. His ass was fully lubed and tingling and itching and burning from the lidocaine. My jelly weapon was all lubed up and dripping with it as well. On the big three, I grabbed those shaking hips and shoved in. All the way, hard. Insistent with an insidious, steady push. Completely to the end, then rolled my hips around viciously to open up that st little bit just beyond where my jelly toy reached into his little rabbit hole. I pulled out to just the tip touching as I had started, and fully shoved back in all the way again, rolling my hips around hard at the end, bottomed out. The positively diabolical screams and the heavy explosion of tears, was epic.

  I would have smacked his ass, but I was gripping those pitiful little hips too tight. I immediately retracted a full stroke all the way out and all the way back in. Forcefully. Power stroking my jelly piston into his tight little love hole that was forced to submit to me and my unnatural desires as forcefully as I had obtained his submission screaming over my p a while ago. Not stopping until he was ying there a limp, hot, sobbing, wrecked mess.

  I wasted no time whatsoever, with anything but increasing the speed and the power of each powerful stroke. Rolling my hips obscenely at the end as I bottomed out, then retracted and stroked again and again. His ass was forced to submit to me just as he had been forced to submit. The resistance with each full, strong complete stroke ever so slowly gave way. The screaming and crying and spasms were intense. I got wet hearing it, seeing it, feeling it under me. A helpless victim, at my complete mercy as I showed none.

  I spoke matter of fact and giggled as I went about my fierce work.

  "Yeah… scream, little boy. Scream for all you're worth. And what you're worth? Nothing. You're just a fuck hole now. So your screams, and your tears? Mean absolutely nothing to me at all. Scream louder. That's just you telling me how much you like it, and how you want me to fuck you harder and faster. There's no shame in screaming, little boy. They all scream when I do this to them. Every, single, slut screams their little head off. Scream more… I love it."

  I turned the music up, nice and loud, and went faster and harder to the music. It didn't take long, before the song was over, and another started. I started fucking him harder, banging him faster, consistently ass raping him ever more brutally to each and every song.

  "I don't make love. I fuck… this? Is how I fuck. Get used to it. This is how I'm going to be paid, over the coming weeks. You have no choice. You belong to me now. I will show you, all night, how I enjoy fucking a new slut into complete and total submission. By the time I'm done with you? You will give yourself over to me. You will love this. You will beg me for more. And I will give it to you, every time. Now take it all, slut… every st inch…"

  The st song was coming up. A loud, aggressive paced dance beat. I grabbed his rough fuck rope handle tight, and I banged him for all I was worth. I abandoned hip rolls, for the utmost in power and speed. I fucked him like a piston in an engine. His ass had long since many songs back ceased to offer the slightest meaningful resistance. It rexed and opened to me, because I forced it to submit. I smmed into him as hard and fast as I possibly could, all through that st, long dance song.

  When the st bars were winding up, I slowed down and gave a few little hip rolls at the bottom of every stroke. When the music finally ended, a good long while of this brutal attack sequence had gone by. I tapped the waterproof Bluetooth remote and locked eyes and smiled down at his crying eyes.

  "Shh…"

  I was done, and held him firmly, all in and clutched tight to me.

  "Now… real slow… I want you to squeeze me out of you, slut…"

  I retracted as slow as anything he might have thought possible, and finally came out of him. I heard his sigh of relief, that it was finally over.

  "Aw, poor little baby…"

  I sat down and kissed and petted him, smoothed his hair.

  "Shh. Its all over, little boy. It'll be okay now."

  I gently and slowly untied his hands from his ankles and stood him up. I stood and hugged and shushed him, and kissed his tears away.

  "There, there. Its okay now. Mistress Vaquera will kiss it and make it all better now, okay? Yeah, you like that? Shh. All right… cry it out… its not your fault. That naughty Vaquera, she made you do it. You have nothing to be ashamed of, its just not your fault…"

  As I was shushing him and kissing his tears away, actually beginning to calm him down a little… I wiped some lube from the edge of his hole and onto the palm of one of my hands, and slowly gave a gentle tug or three on his cock. It was rock hard, and trembling to the touch.

  "Aw. Now, what's this. Uh oh. It would have all been over, but… no. Seems like you're a dirty little slut? Who liked it. Well, if you want more? That's just what you're gonna get."

  I fucked him up against the wall, in the corner, every way I could. I hate-fucked his little rabbit hole, kneeling with his face down on the shower floor before me, I was kneeling upright behind him. Telling him constantly, that if only his cock didn't tell me how much he liked it? It would end and be all over. But…

  When I was done, I stood him up, and dropped him crying over my shoulder. I picked him up with some effort, and carried him with little steps into my bedroom. I dropped him bouncing on my bed, both of us soaking wet. I arranged him however I wanted, as I wanted him to be, by dragging him around the bed. I was big and strong enough to just barely do it, and I did. I shamelessly put him in every position I desired to rape him from. I went and left him crying and brought back the thick leather strop, and the fearsome brush. I used them both anytime I felt the need to make the tears come back.

  I fucked him over every piece of furniture, and every single inch of the entire room. On the floor, I yanked him helpless still tied at the wrists and ankles to lift his ass up, and demolished him from behind yet again. When I finally untied his wrist and hands, I grabbed the wound rope cuffs, or pulled on the rope strings to control him. Using the long ropes, I controlled and posed him as if he were nothing more than a live fuck puppet. I hog tied him by the rough loose ropes impossibly tight on the bed, and put the tube in and fucked his throat with no mercy. When I released him again, I made him beg for more, beg for it harder and faster and deeper. I made him offer himself to me, on the floor, on and over the bed, over every inch of every piece of furniture in the room. Slowly, he began to beg for it.

  I told him, flicking his hard, dripping rod. There's no lying to me. If you were not enjoying this? You would be soft. It gets hard, and it stays hard. It drips. You clearly like it, and you can't deny it. So? Simply beg for more. Beg for more of what you obviously love getting. We have proven that you're a complete slut, far beyond any reasonable doubt. Now just admit it to yourself, because I already know the truth.

  "Do you think you're the first? Not one of them, didn't love it. Not a single one. All the little sluts ended up begging for more before I was done. What makes you think you're any different? Now beg!"

  He began to cry, not from pain and discomfort although that abounded in his little fuck world I had him trapped in. No, this was the little cry, I call it. They all do it. Its when they finally give up, and are forced to admit they really do like it, love it, and want more. Once they ask and beg the first time, that's it. Then that little cry comes up, as they begin to beg for more.

  He begged to come, and I ughed and told him he would come when I was satisfied. I had been vibrating him for the st couple hours, and getting off to it. Because it worked on my clit too, not just in his ass. I took brandy sipping breaks, and fed it to him. I took bong hits, and held it for him and lit it for him. I held his mouth and nose, then finally allowed him to release the hit, coughing for his life. Then did it again.

  When I took a break, and saw him staring at my gss of water, I asked him if he wanted a drink. I made him beg for a drink. He was exhausted and dry mouthed from the bong hits as well as everything else. I dragged him by the rope on his wrists and made him kneel and drink from the bowl in the bathroom, after he watched me squirt pee into it. He was so thirsty, I had little to no trouble making him drink my pee water. Afterwards, I made him lick the seat clean. I took him back into the bedroom and had him clutching onto me, while I got him up and fucked him even harder up against the corner of the wall. Wrapped around me holding on for dear life with his legs and arms around me tight, begging and pleading, crying into my neck for more. Of course, I gave it to him.

  He finally, looked up into my eyes. Being raped up against the wall. Blushed and dreamy eyed, still tearing up. Then it happened, he smiled. I smiled back. I already knew, but now he knew and more importantly his face just admitted it.

  "I know, little boy. I know…"

  I have that intimate moment with all of them. After the little cry, and they admit and beg. That smile. The admission that they are now willingly in complete submission to me. After that moment? They join me. They clutch onto me and hang on for dear life. They beg me for more, they beg for it harder, faster, more humiliation, anything just more of it. They no longer fight or resist, they submit and help me. They now lift their ass into the air willingly, and look back at me scraping their cheek across the carpet with the force of my thrusts, and they smile. I smile back and give it to them more.

  They bury their face into my neck, bite my shoulder and lick my neck and cry their little apologies into my sweaty hot skin. All different cried apologies, but all the same, too. They tell me they love me, they beg me to do it more, to please not leave them without this now that they admitted it. They apologize for having fought me and resisted. They plead and cry with me to have them back again. They promise me anything for it.

  If they please me enough times like this, willingly from the start of the rest of our encounters. If I no longer have to create the situation, if they come and grovel and beg for what they can't get anywhere else? Some of them, the luckiest ones I pick out. I treat them to the sweetness they crave. The candlelit dinner, the sweet kisses, the soft lovemaking to their asses they willingly taunt into the air at me. Then I refuse to give it to them the way they know they want it, just like this, and they beg for it. Then, I give it to them finally. They beg for me to whip them, and mark them up. They can't get enough.

  I actually have a couple of these rare gems, and I think I just found another. I dress a little sexier for those ones. I take them to expensive dinners, and buy them little gifts engraved with their sweet love names I gave them. I make them wear a handcuff key on a leather choker, and I check them for it from time to time. Appearing from out of nowhere to make sure they wear it every day and at all times. I always find it on them, and not one of my luckiest ones has ever failed to desire me to keep them, and obey any instruction I ask of them.

  I put him face down onto the bed, centered and spread eagle-d out fully, and tied the long rough ropes to the corners of the bed. Held tight to the bed spread out for me, I dropped all my weight into pounding his poor little ass even harder. With gravity now as my ally, I made him scream and cry even more from it, and made him beg for more at the same time. I tickled him while I pounded him like that. Tube gag drooling his muted sobs and cries out to me. I held his tube to collect some drool in my hand, then smiled and wiped it on his face. He nodded to let me know he loves every second of it, bar none.

  I took everything and anything from him, and gave him nothing back. He offered and gave it to me, and is now completely willing and unresistant.

  When I was done, I untied him and flipped him over. Face up now. Cock side up, I told him. I stretched him out spread eagle-d again, and retied him tight. I sat on his hips, and looked down at him.

  "Phase one? Complete. The dirty little slut, has been fucked and humiliated into complete and total submission. Isn't that right, little boy?"

  He swore to Mistress Vaquera it was so.

  "Well, well, well. Now? Its time for phase two. Pain, and humiliation, are mostly over. You can see now, how I like to fuck. Have you ever been fucked, even remotely this thoroughly before, little boy? Tell Mistress Vaquera the truth…"

  He swore no, never once, not even close.

  "Now… you're cock stayed hard and wet, so I know you loved it. Ready for phase two? This is the part where you get to fuck me. Are you ready to try to please me? Hmm?"

  He begged. I took my toy off in front of him, smiling. Then, I basically turned it inside out. Instead of buckling it onto me, I buckled it backwards and inside out, onto him. It forced the jelly weapon up into his well fucked and lubed hole. When I had it on and adjusted tight, I sneaked my finger into the leather belt and pushed button 4. He squealed and whined and begged. I stood back and watched as he writhed in ecstasy and humiliation at putting on such a show for me. I cpped and pointed and made fun of him.

  "Yeah, do it. Do your little slut dance like that, all tied up for me, little boy. More…"

  I sat on his face, and gave him a sloppy blowjob that went nowhere other than to tease him further. I got my holes shamelessly licked, and had him tongue-fuck my ass. I leaked onto his face, and shamelessly rolled my hips around on his face to wipe it then made more. I was continuing to take from him. I took every shred of decency and pride he thought he had, and left him with nothing but begging and anticipation, teasing and humiliation.

  I finally lubed his cock up with the special lube, and watched him get tickled and tingled. Still tied helpless, I rode him shamelessly, all I wanted. The lidocaine prevented him from coming, and made me feel funny inside too. A mild stinging, tickling sensation that no fucking could quench. It became a new sweet torture, to ride him. I demanded that he finish, and he couldn't. He stayed hard. He wanted it, he begged for it. I spped his face and ordered him to finish, and it was simply sweet torture to keep fucking him and riding him.

  He had long since been blindfolded, to increase my fun I had. Spping him, pinching him, tickling him mercilessly while I fucked him. When he finally told me he might feel like he was finally able to? I gave him a wet sloppy mouth and tongue, with my soaking wet hand in front of it. My hand fucked him first, then my tongue and mouth got thrust into st. I took him all into my mouth, and sucked up every st drop. Then I climbed slowly on top of him… and kissed his entire slut's payload into his own mouth.

  I made him thank me for fucking him so well, over and over. He needed no prompting to continue on ad infinitum.

  Now that the storm is all over, I can have lighthearted fun. I now y on them, usually restrained for quite some time. I smile, and tickle some. I touch and tease. I lick and bite pyfully, and I get it back. This is where after a time, and the sweat and fluids have dried finally, I release them. I gently order them, and they always comply now. They beg at my feet and kiss them, to have them back. They want it again, they never knew it could be like this.

  This one is doing it. This is where I have pyful fun, where love no longer has to hurt. They have already submitted completely. I know it, they know it. I walked this one around on a leash, and pyed fetch with my used socks and dirty panties. He begged to lick me, and I gave him permission.

  "Now. Your girlfriend? Owes me a lot of money. I'm taking a little off, every one of these little… sessions. I meant every word I said about punishing you. And when you're little training slut program is over? We agreed, that you're going to be sent here, to get the big whip. In the basement."

  He begs to see it, and he's scared and fascinated by my real bullwhip.

  "We agreed. I'm going to whip the jeans off of you. Literally. Its a very severe punishment. I think you understand now, how much I'm going to enjoy it. And make no mistake about it. We have an agreement. Any word from your girlfriend's lips, that you misbehaved in any way? You will get lots more than you got tonight. It will be very serious, not some introduction like you got tonight. You will not enjoy spending a couple hours in my basement, little slut."

  "And after I whip the jeans open finally? I'm going to rip the jeans the rest of the way open, and fuck you worse than I did tonight. You'll be helpless, and I will not show you the slightest bit of mercy, like tonight."

  He wants to know what now.

  "Tonight? Its your first time with me. You'll sleep next to me, in chains. If I wake up and want to fuck you? I will. Any way I want. I'm going to have fun with you tomorrow morning? Then leave you. When I want to collect more of what's owed to me, I'll fuck you like I did tonight, and more."

  Its te, and I put long chained handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, to sleep.

  "You are not allowed to initiate sex with your mistress. That's my choice. If you try? I will punish you worse than I did in the shower. I will do with you tomorrow morning? Whatever pleases me. You? Will do it. You're my slut until I'm repaid. And I will be the one to punish you properly, if you misbehave for your girlfriend. Don't ever test me."

  He slept, all exhausted and tuckered out from it all, through the night. In the morning? I showed him a phone pic of his heavily damaged ass. I made fun of him for sleeping face down, with his damaged ass in the air. I sat him down on it, and he squealed and cried. I ughed and made fun of him, and he blushed and cried.

  I made him go over my p, and smacked his ass hard for a while, with my hand. He screamed and cried like I was using the brush, even though it was just my hand. I got wet and made him lick me thoroughly, then grovel at my feet afterwards.

  I threatened him with the brush a little ter, and he cowered in fear. He cried from the threat of having it used on him. Real tears, real sobbing. I made him sit on his well marked ass and cry from the pain of it, and made fun of him for it.

  I made him kneel and grovel, threatening him with the now feared big brush, and beg not to get it used on him. Then I had him make me breakfast, and I sent him away. I sent him back to his girlfriend, with his marked up ass, to show I made good on our bargain. I don't know what she'll do with him, but I know what I'll do with him when I take my next payment. I know what I'll do to him, if he's sent on our bargain for misbehaving in any way.

  I made him kiss my handcuff key I wear around my neck, and swear to obey me, or else. Now I have another one to py with. Another fuck toy. Another dirty little slut.

  After "Mistress Vaquera" sent him "home" to his "girlfriend"… we started to have an afternoon dirty movie. Instead of curling up on the couch with me, he fell asleep to take a nap, curled up with his head on my stocking feet. Like a barn cat from my family farm curled up on my p, I got to go through the mild discomfort of wanting to move, but postponing it for fear of rousing him. Finally, he stirs.

  "Oh. You're up."

  "Yes mommy."

  "Hmm. Did you dream about me, your girlfriend you cim to love and serve faithfully forever? Or did you dream about Mistress Vaquera. I heard you making strange noises in your sleep. Seemed like a fun dream, I couldn't bear to wake you up from it. I wouldn't want to disturb you, and you're precious Vaquera."

  "Hmm. Does your slut have mommy's permission to speak frankly?"

  "Granted. As long as you do it with the respect you know you have to give me."

  "You? Are the psych major. How am I the one, pondering the possibilities now, of how you… are quickly becoming jealous of me spending the night and the morning… with you. Honestly? Surely you would admit freely, that this would give a licensed therapist a field day to publish on."

  "Hmm."

  "At the risk of you using your hand on me for it?"

  "As long as you're willing to risk it. Its your ass, little boy."

  "How many of you are there now? I'm going to lose count soon."

  "Oh. Good question. Let's see. There's Hurry, your normal girlfriend. The one you met, the one the girls know from living with me every day."

  "That's one."

  "There's… a nice mommy. But a mommy, none the less."

  "That's two. Hmm. Vaquera? Calls that a sweet mommy."

  "Oh, does she now."

  "Is it fair to punish me for what someone else said?"

  "Fair has nothing to do with it. I just do it, anytime I wish. Until your preseason camp is completed, to my satisfaction."

  "True."

  "Then? There's the strict mommy."

  "That's three."

  "And now, I suppose there's… Mistress Vaquera."

  "That's four."

  "Good Christ. There's four of us, all sharing you."

  "All at once, would that be a five-some? Sounds like one for the record books."

  "Oh. Internet, hun. You really need to get out more, if you think you spending the night with four girls sharing you, is some kind of world record."

  "Hmm. There's four of you, all identical twins. Two is twins. Three is triplets. Five? I know is a quintuplet. Whats four?"

  "Uhm… quadruplet, I think."

  "Ugh. The others sound cuter. Quadruplet? Sounds like a girl with no arms and no legs."

  "That's a quadriplegic, you dip."

  "No. That? Is a person who can't move or use or control all four limbs. I think…"

  I stalked off. I called to him over my shoulder.

  "I'll be back. Stay!"

  I came back with the brush. He eyed it and watched me, like I was a dangerous felon he had a problem with in some back alley low rent bar. He was respectful of it in my hand, which meant he feared it. Which meant he feared me, because I was holding it. I used my voice and look now, to its full effect.

  "I grant you extra normal time. I told you in the tub, you can drop the mommy during granted normal time. But… you don't ever sass me. Not until your program is over. I can't believe you would dare to test me, and defy me like that. Don't say another word."