Just Another Toy.. By Sara Watson Copyright 2012 Sara Watson Smashwords Edition Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. This short story is intended for mature audiences. If you are one who is easily offended, you are strongly encouraged to find something else to read as this work contains strong sexual themes and violent overtones. Smashwords Edition License Notes Though this is work is offered to the public for free, the author retains all rights and privileges. Therefore it is illegal to copy, redistribute, republish, or otherwise doing anything with this story for commercial or non-commercial purposes, beyond reading it for personal enjoyment. If you wish to share this work with others, please encourage them to return to Smashwords.com and download their own personal copy where they can see other works by this author. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author. I hated nights like this one, cold, wet and rainy, the kind of weather that made the darkness all the more horrible. It wasn't the greatest of neighborhoods to begin with, but with the weather the way it was the normal outdoor activities of the locals seemed to have moved inside, deserting the streets. The street lights flickered on and off without reason and a great many dark shadows seem to loom out to grab at me. My boss had made me stay late a work, my car had broken down, and my cell phone wasn't getting reception. Too top it all of the only cabs that had passed by were easily breaking the speed limits and not at all interested in stopping. I had known that morning that it was going to be a bad day when I discovered I had forgotten to put my laundry in the dryer therefore that I had no clean panties whatsoever. To make matters worse the most important project in the firm's history was going to be presented that day, and if it did not go well, I could lose my job. My very expensive professional business dress was sure to be ruined, and I didn't remember to bring a change of shoes so I had to stagger through the rain in high heels. The sound of squealing tires, broke through the sound of the pounding rain against the concrete. My heart started to pound in my chest as I turned on instinct towards the sound. A large red van was skidding up onto the side walk not ten feet from me. As images of a horrible accident flashed through my mind, the side door was flung open and three masked men leapt out. My mind screamed for me to turn and run, but the rest of me froze, and the three of them converged on me in that tiny fractional moment of frozen fear. They grabbed me and drug me into the van, which surged into motion the instant I was forced to the floor. My screams were silenced by a fabric gag, my vision was stolen from me by a blindfold, and my arms and legs were tied behind me, keeping me from struggling. My abductors never spoke, and never gave me a chance to start fighting them, because the sharp pain of a needle in my thigh was followed by the black abyss of unconsciousness. My mind woke with the intense sexual images of my dreams still wafting through my aroused senses, the familiar aching need to masturbate to those images awoke with me. I needed to cum and I needed it badly, when fingers not my own began to rub the folds of my sex through my panties I tried to scream, only to find myself gagged, blindfolded, and tied down. I remembered my kidnapping at that instant and my terror increased by a factor of ten. "Quiet down." A voice murmured and I knew that voice almost instantly, I knew him and that made it even more frightening. "There is no point in screaming, I assure you no one who cares can hear you." It was Mr. Tena, my boss. "You see, my little slut, I own you now. You are my slave, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You see, to anyone who matters you are officially dead. Your death certificate has already been filed, with no close friends and no family, no one will ever think to look for you." His fingers left my soaked underthings and I heard him move closer to my head. "Your car went off the road and into the river, your body may never be recovered. The police won't even see any reason to stall the paper work. And on a night like tonight, the accident will only seem like another statistic. Oh, how your boss will wail and cry about making you stay late, as he blames himself for your untimely death..." His footsteps seemed to carry him across the room as he walked, I could hear ice cubes entering a glass from across the room. "To insure that things are absolutely clear between us, slave. You are now mine, I have arranged all of this. I am not one to carry out something hasty, ill thought out plan, so I can assure you that one way or another, your old life is very much over." He fell silent as he was once again moving about. "You see, I consider myself something of a connoisseur of the finer things in life. And women, are one of the finest of those pleasures, and you..." He laughed at some joke that he did not share with me. Despite myself, and the terror that still gripped my chest I was starting to calm down, his steady calm voice was oddly soothing. "Women are like the most precious jewels, and the more beautiful stones are always the rarest. When you find the one the shines the brightest you must take and keep it away from all other eyes. And I have always been the kind of person to get what I want, and not care about the rules." I could practically feel his presence as he stopped near my head. The rustle of cloth was the only sound that followed. "And I knew the moment that I saw you that you were something that I wanted, so I took you." He grabbed my gag from behind my head and dragged me up by it, I tried to cry out in pain by the sound barely got out. "I have got what I want now and I will get what I want from you one way or another." He released me and let me fall back to the floor. "Take her to my chamber and put her on the horse." "Yes, Master." A woman's voice whispered. Two pairs of hands grabbed me and started to carry me along. I tried to struggle, but when I did they dropped me, knocking my head against the stone floor and after that I decided not to try just yet. It felt as if I was carried for some distance before I was taken into a very warm room, the air inside must have been nearly 85 degrees. I was set on my feet, one of them balanced me while the other cut the ropes around my ankles. The instant the ropes fell away I was pushed forward very roughly, and started to stumble. I was forced down onto a sharp pointed rail, straddling the spiked point in such a way that my sex was forced down onto that edge. The pain of the fall gave them more than enough time to clamp padded manacles around my ankles. And by the time I had realized that I had missed one opportunity to fight, they had cut the ropes around my wrists and forced me forward over the rail and chained my hands so that I could not pull away. "My.. My.." Mr. Tena murmured. "It's always a site to see a new slave waiting to be broken. I sometimes forget what a beautiful sight it is..." I heard him as he began to move about the room. "You two may leave for now, I am sure you can find some entertainment for a time." "Yes, Master." Two voices spoke on the same breath, one soprano, one alto, and both female. Two pairs of feet quickly retreated from the room and a cold feeling began to run through my blood, I was intensely aware of his movements about the room, and more than a little troubled by some of the sounds that I could hear. I had no delusions about my situation, I knew that I was in trouble. Six months earlier I had been hired Mr. Tena to work in his new office in Utah. Though even then I had never imagined why a multi-billion dollar corporation would want to hire someone with virtually no experience and no degree. The fact that Mr. Tena's office had paid for every expense and handled my relocation with perfectly timed precision was just the way things had been. Mr. Tena was not one to have small mistakes impede his larger plans, he had been right about that. If I was there, then it was because he was right, I was in his clutches and there was nothing I could do to change that. "Hmm..." His voice murmured through the silent room. "So many choices, and so many things I want to do." His footsteps carried him farther away. "I find myself wondering if you ever suspected that during all this time that I was setting you up. Every move, every word, everything has been leading up to this moment for the past six months." He laughed. "Probably not, you were too concerned with trying to deal with your own problems. By the way, I was most sorry to hear that your boyfriend broke up with you, and after all that talk of marriage.." I had not told anyone about that, it had been less than a month ago, and I didn't have any friends in the state so I had just left it in the background, a hidden pain left to stew as I frantically tried to do my job. "Surprised? I thought you would be, as I said, I always plan very carefully..." I felt him move closer again, I could practically feel his fearful presence as he loomed over my helpless form. Seconds later, the sharp edge of a nice slid under the back of my shirt, pricking my skin just a little as he performed a slow dangerous cut up through the fabric up the length of my spine. I wanted to scream, I wanted to beg for him to stop, and most of all I wanted for this to end. My heart was thudding in my chest and my senses swam in a sea of overwrought emotions that made me very much want to break down into tears. His fingers followed behind the path of the knife caressing the newly exposed skin along my back sending a shudder through my body. Soon the knife had sliced through short sleeves of the shirt, and with nothing to hold the fabric to my body he ripped the fabric away leaving me covered only by the lace bra that I had worn to work. In the heat of the room, I was sweating as I continued to try and break free from the heavy metal manacles that had me locked in so helpless a position. "Now that things are finally becoming clear to you, I think it is time you understood exactly what happens from here." Mr. Tena's voice was cold and calm, almost emotionless as he began to slowly cut through the fabric of my skirt. "You have only two choices, you can accept..." He emphasized his point with a sharp jerk of the knife that made my whole body jerk in surprise and fear of that blade. ".. that your old life is over, and learn to enjoy your new life as my new toy." Another jerk and another sound of ripping fabric. "Or you can choose to defy me, and my orders. Either way that you choose.." The last of the skirt was cut and it was again ripped away from my body, I was horrified by the thought that the only thing keeping him from my naked sex was a pair of cheesy uncomfortable thong lace panties. "..you are still mine. Should you choose to defy me, and deny yourself the pleasures of this night, I will simply take everything that I want from you and have you killed." He let that threat hang heavy in the air between us. There was no doubting the sincerity of his words, it was impossible to doubt that he would do that without hesitation. "Or..." His voice was right next to my ear, whispering. I could feel his hot breath on my hot skin, caressing the loose hairs with a touch of wind. "...you can learn to let go and enjoy it..." His fingers pressed hard against my oversensitive sex, driving a moan from within me as her roughly handled the tortured flesh. I tried to fight the surging pleasures that rippled hotly through my blood, I tried to push aside the intense arousal that came so easily to my senses, and I tried not to let the joy of absolute abandonment tempt me away from everything else, only to fail with each thing. My mind began to race with thoughts that until then had only been contained inside my head. Desires suppressed to the deepest recesses of my mind as too dark, too tempting to ever be allowed out, began to stir within me. Already I was soaking wet, the feeling of being helpless, the feeling of being controlled, thudded deep in my heart making every nerve come to life. I was at war within myself, I was fighting a losing battle as part of me screamed in horror and outrage about what was happening to me, while another part of myself wanted to beg for more. That second voice was louder, it wanted to be used, it wanted him to do horrible things to me, to tease me and abuse me. Almost without words I knew that I would eventually surrender myself to this slavery, it was only a matter of time, this too was something he was right about. "Mmmm.. You like that?" He asked with a cruel laugh. "It's all right to admit it, because I already know all about your dark little fantasies. You see, I am very serious about investigating any investment I might make, I know all those dirty little secrets in your closet." My horror redoubled it's efforts to deny the pleasure his unwanted touch was bringing to me, it screamed for me to fight him at any cost. "I know what a dirty little slut you are, and intend to show you just what a little whore you really are." With two sharp tugs of his knife the thin straps of the panties were cut away and the ruined fabric was ripped away leaving me totally vulnerable. With a cruel laugh he shoved down on my hips driving my pussy down on the point of the horse, making the edge dig painfully into my sex. I screamed in very real pain and uncontrolled ecstasy as my clit rubbed hard against the wood edge. The conflict within me became louder, harder to deny as everything was torn between two opposites, pleasure and pain and blurred the edges between the two. My senses swam in the rolling churning sea of sensation as all at once my body screamed for an orgasm and begged for an end to the pain. I could feel my thighs getting very slick from the juices that came pouring out of me. The heat in the room, made my blood feel like it was boiling as each eternal second brought me one step closer to the orgasm that I so desperately craved. But at the last second, before I could no longer hold back the tremendous force that was building up within me, he released the pressure. Whimpering I found myself digging my sex into the point trying to drive myself the remaining distance. "See!" He laughed cruelly in my ears. "Just like a bitch in heat." He laughed again. His taunts were like ice water taking away the satisfaction and leaving me horrified by my own behavior. Already I could feel myself starting to give in, denying my every value as my desire overpowered everything else. "Mmm.. that smell, it reminds me of all the times you snuck off in the middle of the day at the office to masturbate in the bathroom. You would come back to your desk, sweaty and smelling of sex. Tell me.." His fingers began to play with my hair, slowly drawing it out from under the blind fold. A moment later he grabbed an hand full and yanked my head back making me cry out against the gag. "Did you ever imagine me, forcing you over my desk and fucking you like the little slut that you are?" That very image had been one that had carried me through many of a bad day. The image of being taken, the thought of being used by this powerful figure of a man. I tried to deny it, to take away the memory of those images, but as he twisted my hair in his fingers making the pain break through my senses, I found myself nodding. His cruel laugh made my blood run cold. "There are some that say you can make anyone a slave, it's just a matter of training but, they are wrong. Sluts are created, they are born. They instinctively seek out their level, they need and want to be used.." He let go of my hair and I slump back down too weak with need to do anything else. "I guess you can say, that I have something of a sixth sense for finding them. And I knew the instant you stepped into my office for that first interview that you were the rarest of sluts.." He moved a few feet away and I could hear him doing something, but the indistinct sounds gave me nothing to help me understand what he had planned next. "Most sluts end up in bad relationships, with men who have no idea the value of a thing that they might possess." He murmured. "These men, waste the gift they have been given, and those sluts think that they can not find anything better so they remain where they are secretly craving the abuse they receive." His fingers began to rub something cold and wet over the opening of my rectum, toying with it. Fear combined with uncertainty to make me feel very uncomfortable with what might happen in the next few minutes. "But the rarest of sluts, will deny their true nature, fight against the desires that rest just beneath the surface. They hate themselves for the things that want and need, and do everything they can to prove that they are not sluts. These sluts.." I cried out as he began to press something large and round against my opening, forcing my rectum to open. I tried to stop him, but the more I tried to tighten the muscles the more he pushed until with a sharp instant of pain the muscles gave way and a large bead settled inside of bowels. The rush of pleasure broke through my senses as my cries became moans. His laughter made me hate him as he tugged on the string that hung from my anus. "These sluts, have their wires all crossed, their minds beg for more even as they scream for it to stop." He rumbled as he began to force another bead into my rectum. I tried to stop it, but again the pressure forced the muscles open and the bead was pushed inside. "They are so mixed up that they can not find true pleasure on their own, they deny their instincts and end up alone and unsatisfied." I did not have the strength to fight him again as he forced another bead inside of me. "You see, these sluts need permission to give up the fight, they need to be pushed by some stronger force to accept their true nature." Another bead entered my rectum, making the uncomfortable beads shift deeper inside of me. They were beginning to press against my sex, making the pleasure even more intense. I tried to deny the pleasure, I tried to deny his words, but the allure was proving too great. The cries to abandon myself, to let go, and let it happen were growing louder, more and more convincing as desire like I had never felt began to build up inside of me. "You are just that sort of slut, here you are helpless as I use you for my own desires as you find yourself wanting to beg for more." He commented casually as the last of eight beads was pushed inside my bowels. "The sooner you realize what you are, the sooner you can let go.. and let yourself enjoy it, the better it will become. It's only a matter of time really.." A moment later, my numb legs were released from the manacles. A second after that my hands were free, but before I could take advantage of the situation, he grabbed the gag and drug me from the horse. I was shoved hard and could not find the strength to catch myself. I fell to soft fabric of the rug and was recaptured even before the tingling in my blood starved limbs could cease. He tied my wrists together in front of me and forced me down onto my stomach as he tied my ankles. "Anything I do to you will only make you want it more." He commented as I was pulled to my feet. My arms were pulled over my head and tied there. I was soon standing on my toes, my whole body straining as I tried to stay on my feet. The cold steel of the knife drew a shudder of revulsion from deep within me as he used it to trace patterns against my skin. "Secretly you want to want to be dominated, you want someone to take control. Don't bother to try and deny it.." He murmured as he decisive cut away the last remaining piece of clothing, leaving my hard nipples exposed to the warm air. "Your desire to be used has no boundaries, no limits, it is just a matter of finding the right person to show you that is the truth." Without warning he forced three fingers into my burning sex, I screamed with abandon as my desires were answered. He began to roughly fuck my hole with his fingers, bringing the heat in my blood right to the edge of an orgasm. As if his every word was true, I found myself slamming my hips back against his thrusts, trying at long last bring the intolerable pressure to an explosive orgasm. But an instant before that climax could be realized he pulled his fingers away. I found myself begging against the gag, pleading with him to let my tortured senses rest. I would have given myself to him at that instant if it meant I might get what I needed more desperately than anything in my entire life. "No matter how much you might want to deny the truth, your body betrays your true feelings. You are a slut, and you need to be treated like one." He stated calmly. "Hmm... I think I have explained myself well enough now.." I heard him move away. There was a soft sound like a lock being opened. "I am in the mood for some entertainment, use her as you see fit." Two pairs of feet, raced into the room and I was let down from the ropes holding my arms above me head. Two pairs of hands were soon forcing me to my knees over some sort of bench My hands were tied to the floor and my ankles were chained before the ropes were removed. There was a lot of moving about as things were resettled my inflamed senses strained to try and understand what it was I was hearing. When silence once again returned, my gag was pulled away and something large, heavy and made of plastic was forced into my mouth. Someone grabbed my head and shoved forward forcing the dildo deep into my throat. My gags and screams were even more silent than before as I fought to try and breath. I struggled against the restraints, trying to pull away as the person choked me with a strap on. I could smell her sex as she watched me choke. As my senses began to waver and I thought I might pass out, someone else drove a phallis into my sex with one painfully sharp thrust that made me choke even more as I tried to scream with ecstasy. Without preamble they started to roughly fuck my bruised tortured sex with powerful thrusts of a penis that seemed to far too large. My head was released and the phallis removed as the relentless fucking continued, further stealing away my breath as my orgasm began it's final ascent. My cries of pleasure were not silent as my climax struck like the force of a nuclear bomb, burning away everything else and leaving nothing to stand in it's way. The pain and pleasure, combined with the intense frustration to create the most powerful sexual experience I had ever had. Even as I screamed with absolute abandonment, my thoughts were begging for more. I wanted to scream out for them to fuck me harder and faster, to bring another orgasm, to make me cum over and over again. When my face was forced down onto another woman's wet pussy, I was beyond caring. I began to eat, lick and nibble without a second thought, trying desperately to drink in her juices as mine soaked my legs and the floor between my knees. The one behind me responded to the encouraging yells of the woman in front of me, and she began to fuck me even harder than before, making the muscles inside of my sex scream with pain. As my second orgasm began on the heels of the first, the woman in front of me screamed as she came, soaking my face with her juices. The more she cried out the harder I was fucked, and with each thrust the more I needed that plastic cock buried inside of me. I soon last track of my orgasms and theirs, I no longer cared what was happening, all that mattered was how bad I need my next orgasm. The most terrible moments came when they switched, my face smashed down on a plastic cock and told to suck it while the other rammed into me with an even bigger cock. I didn't care, the humiliation had long since failed to register all I needed was being given to me and I would have given even more just for it to continue unrelenting as my pussy was pounded by the grunting presence of the girl behind me. And than all at once it stopped I was pushed away from the plastic cock in my mouth and pussy was left still wanting more. I found myself casting about for anything to lick or suck, begging with tears rolling down from my blindfolded eyes to be fucked just a little longer. Then that cruel knowing chuckle came making my blood run cold and my body scream in tormented agony as the ache of still unsatisfied want filled my senses. "My pets found great joy in using you slutty little holes.." His voice rumbled in my senses as his fingers teased my skin with caresses that sent fire through my veins. ".. but that will be the last time you shall get anything from them until you have learned your place in this world you little whore. However, should I simply leave you here to beg and cry I can hardly expect you to have learned anything. So.. I will tell you what you must learn.." All at once that weighty pressure filling my bowels sent an agony burning through me as the objects forced inside my sphincter were pulled on by an unrelenting pressure. "You.. will.. serve.. me, slut. I will take from you what I wish, and give you only what you deserve. I will fuck you, then leave. I will cast you aside as I see fit, and give your holes to whomever I like. And you will learn to crave it, beg for it, and you will break sooner or later. When I am done you will be a toy good only for fucking, and you shall do anything to be played with.. you will be gemstone among whores, and you will thank me for it in time." And then with one sharp yank he ripped the beads from within me, ripping a scream of tortured agony from my body as I bucked and fought only to find myself unable to do anything. And even as the pain faded he slammed his cock into my sphincter, burying his flesh in my bowels. At the time when pain was filling me, and my body was crying out in torment, I began to orgasm violently as he fucked me like an animal, pounding his cock into my hole with a rage and passion that sent my tortured senses spiraling out of control as he used my body for his own pleasure and my pleasure was driven beyond all thought as I was given the reckless abandon to cum and cum again. When finally his cock swelled and he embedded his massive prick into my raw hole and sent a torrent of his hot seed filling up my insides, my body gave one last earth shattering shudder and I collapsed, unconscious.