~UNFINISHED DRAFT NO. 4~Hey everyone, say hi to Lauren.Lauren is an improv comedian and is super sup
~UNFINISHED DRAFT NO. 4~Hey everyone, say hi to Lauren.Lauren is an improv comedian and is super super super funny. I also happen to think she’s super super super pretty, especially her eyes. They’re so big!Anywho, I’ve wanted to do a story on Lauren since the dawn of time. BUT. I kinda already submitted something to someone else for a story to be done with her a couple years ago. *COUGH-MARIA-COUGH COUGH COUGH @puppygirlsnplaythings COUGH COUGH* and I didn’t want to step on toes.Actually, now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure I did write a bunch of story for this and it’s hidden somewhere in my drive. I remember it getting real dark though, lemme look.*jeopardy music plays*Oh! I found it! It’s not finished, but here (also, I never edited this so there are mistakes aplenty):**********************************Abram perused the screen of women, an endless display of fresh flesh for him to get his hands on.He’d sold off his most recent pet earlier that day, having grown tired of it. The dog had been completely broken; all of its humanity had been wiped away. The model formerly known as Chrissy Teigen was now the claimed mutt of some insconspicuous Wyoming property owner.Now Abram was searching for his new muse. Someone fresh that would keep him entertained for a substantial period of time. He was having difficultly choosing however. He was beyond wealthy, and with that wealth came power, the power to be able to select any female subject he desired to become his plaything at a whim. The problem was that so many of them all fell into the same dull minded ditzy blonde stereotype.That’s when he landed on the comedian.She wasn’t quite like the model types that Abram had become used to. Lauren, that was her name, had a tall, lanky frame, thin throughout, but not unhealthily skinny. What really stood out to Abram though was her face. It was quite pretty, beautiful even, accentuaed by a wide smiling mouth and incredibly large baby blue doe eyes.In a moment, Abram decided that she was the one. The brunette had crafted a life that made people, including himself, laugh with deling. Abram wanted to see her cry.********************Darkness.She struggled to move in her bonds. It felt like there was hardly any air to breathe. It had all happendd so fast. It was difficult to gather her bearings,b ut she could hear the van rumbling down a gravel road. Her body twisted and turned as she attempted to break free, but it was to no avail. Somehow through her terror, her ears picked up a man saying they were only a few minutes away….********************Abram examined his new prize. She was even more beautiful in person, with her supple skin and flowing brown hair. While she was not a curvacious woman by most standards, he still admired the way her jeans clung to her long legs, and the way they highlighted an ass that was minimal at best.Her top highlighted her figure in a similar fashion. While her breats were nothing to write home about, the fabric of her thin sweater hugged her frail frame tightly, as if showing Abram how easy it would be to break her, both mentally and physivally.Abram nodded at his accomplice, who proceeded to shove Lauren roughly to the floor. Producing a thick wad of hundred dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band, Abram tossed it to the man, who then exited the premisies without a word. After he was gone, Abram knelt down next to his prey.“I’m going to remove the duct tape from your mouth,” he explained. “You’re not going to make a sound, unless you want it to be the last sound you ever make.”Without waiting for any indication that she’d understood what he said, Abram ripped the silver strip from her mouth, eliciting a quick yelp from his captive. She looked at him in fear, but made no further noises.“Good slave,” he praised, patting her on the head.With that, he produced a black leather collar from his pocket. The word SLAVE was bejelwed on it. In one quick motion, Abram wrapped it around her neck and locked the clasp shut. Smiling, he gripped a handful of her hair and began to rise to his feet. She now belonged to him.********************Helpless.She was strapped down to a vertical facing gurney. Every one of her extremities had been rendered immobile, including her her head. The screen in front of her contiinued to display the videos. Many were of brutally degrading pornography. Women being choked, slapped, spit on, pissed on, licking toilets and having their heads shoved into them, etc. Others were more tame and perhaps normal. Women in the office, tenderly making love, having men go down on them.These videos however, didn’t come without other stimuli. When the tame peaceful videos were show, Lauren was constantly assaulted by intenslely painful shocks fromt he electrodes that covered her body. They lit her body on fire with relentless pain, only stopping when the other type of video was shown. Once the switch was made, the wand that wa secured snugly against her pussy hummed to life, driving her sex and her mind to the brink of orgrasm, though never quite reaching climax.A steel contraption on her head forced her eyelids open, making sure that she could not reefuse to watch the videos. The endless waves of pain and pleasure turned off and on like some twisted game of sexual torture.It was her third day.Or was it? Perhaps it had only been a few hours, or maybe it had been two weeks. At one point her captor had come inside the room to observe her. He chuckled lazily at her plight, saying he might let her cum in a day or so, if she was a good girl. Lauren had wanted to scream at him, but the thick red rubber ball wedged between her jaws had prevented that.For now she was stuck. Beads of sweat trickled down her naked body as the painful shocks set her nerves on fire. The vidoeo before her showed a woman recieving a foot massage from her male partner.Inside her mind, Lauren prayed that the next set of images were of a woman being degradingly abused…********************Abram finished emptying his bladder onto his slave’s grimmacing face. She looked so lovely, on her knees, face and hair wet with his urine. He smiled as he placed his shoe on the back of her head and pressed it down into the dog dish beneath her. It was filled with the previous days’ urine, some dog food, and a half moldy sandwich.“Eat,” he commanded curtly.The slave would have to get used to this. This was part of her life now. Abram could feel struggle to pull up, but he easily kept her face shoved down into the bowl. Training demanded a firm hand, and Abram was not about to let his slave turn down a precious meal like this.Soon the sounds of gagging and gumlping were audible, and Abram smiled. Slave was beginning to learn. He controlled every ounce of her being, and she would do anything he demanded of her.********************His cock was buried in her throat. Lauren coughed and struggled, desperate for any breath she could get. He was fucking her face ruthlessly, his hands gripping her pigtails tightly, using them as handles for leverage as he thrust in and out of her warm mouth.He was getting close, she could tell by the rhythyms that were now routine to her. Her eyes closed as she braced herself for what was coming next.“GRRRRRNNNNNNNMM,” he growled, forcing his cock all the down her throat. His sweaty stomach smothered her face and his balls rested on her chin. She moaned in desperation, her hands flailing as oxygen ran short, but in her heart of hearts, she knew it was a futile exercise. Slave was vaguefy aware of a warm salty fulid filling her mouth as she descended into darkness…********************“Please! No more!” she cried as Abram dragged her across the floor by her hair.He haphazardely tossed her in her cage and locked the door. She rolled painfully in the straw the covered the cold floor, still muttering “please.”Abram made to exit but stopped just short of the door and perked his ear up.The sobs started seconds later.He smiled. The sound of her misfortune making him hard once again. She had been a pleasure to break. Taking her shining light and crushing it with smothering darkness had been one of his greatest joys. How long would she last, he wondered….********************Lauren screamed as he thrust his cock deeper into her ass. He’d not used any lube, preferring instead to cause her as much pain as he could.She had come to expect that of course, but he had included a new wrinkle in today’s “fun” session. He’d worn a pair of gloves, glove that had the base of hundreds of thumbtacks glued to them. It made them into a a bizarre sort of torturous porcupine, and he had so far relished in “caressing” her naked flesh with them, eliciting multiple yelps of pain.“Beg me to play with your breasts slave!” he belowed, still pumping his cock into her sore ass.Slave knew better than to resist. She had learned her place during the many months that she had been his toy.“Please Sir, please use your hands to play with my tits. Grasp, pull, and pinch them for your pleasure Sir!”“Good slut,” he praised.A new wave of screams erupted from Slave’s lips as the thumbtacks dug into her breasts and scraped across her erect nipples.*I know you’re getting wet from this slut,” Master whispered as he leaned down low next to her ear. “And because of that, you’re allowed to beg for me to spray my load all over that prettly little face, but ONLY after that filthy cunt of yours cums. Got it, slave?”It was a demand that should have been outragoeous.But Slave’s throbbing cunt told her that this ordeal would only last a few minutes more…********************Abram watched his slave munch on her daily breakfast of piss, dog food, and rotting leftovers. There was no hesitation anymore, she obeyed his commands dutifilly, as any well trained slave should. The days of her screams and sobs seemed to be coming to an end. Instead, they had been replaced by a mindless, souless, fucktoy, only capable of seving him.He called her to him, and on the spot, she crawled to his feet and rested her head on his knee. She still looked so sexy, clad in only the lingerie and heels that she’d been provided for months, but something was different. He cupped her chin with one hand.It was the eyes.Those electric blue eyes, once filled with life and laughter, were now grey and souless.They were dead.Abram had done what he’d set out to do. He’d broken her, utterly and completely. She was now just a shell of a human, a husk. A lifeless object that existed only to serve and obey him. Boring.He undid his slacks and pushed her mouth down onto his cock. She sucked mechanically and whitout desperation or fervor, like a mindless drone.Abram sighed, he knew this day might come, but……..He had a plan.********************“…-t can all end if you so choose slave. Just give the word and a new life awaits you.”Slave midly registered what Master was saying. He was a waving something in his hand. A bright pink collar; she could make out the word “BIMBOSLUT* written on it with pretty jewles.“If you want this to stop just say yes.”Slave had adapated to do anything to make it stop. That was her life now. Please Master to make the bad things stop. No pain, no discomfort, no umpleasantness. Just make it stop. Make it all stop.“Yes,” she mumbled.Master clapped his hands in delight.“Very good!” he exclaimed, advancing toward her. “Now, you might feel just a little prick…”********************So yeah that’s as far as I got. Super dark like I said. My end goal was for Abram to turn her into a bimbo at the end, the thinking being that he wanted to break her down completely, but then make her smile (remember she’s a comedian) at the end. Kind of like a sad clown scenario. Never got to that ending though, for the reasons discussed above.Oh well, maybe you guys liked this, maybe not. That’s the unpredictablity of emptying out the ‘ol drafts folder. Ciao!**************************Why are you seeing this strange post that makes no sense? I kinda explained why in this post regarding the impending Tumblepocaplyse. More to come in the future. -- source link
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