The Capture of Sweet Pussy Pam

Pam Sweet Pussy - Part 2 First Lesson

by Stroker88

Sid opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “It must be Wednesday” he thought. He couldn’t tell from the munching on his cock it was the feel of the cotton cheerleader sweater on his knees that told him the day of the week. Wednesdays are “cheerleader” mornings. Pam Sweet Pussy was not only his fuck-toy but she was a pretty good calendar/alarm clock too. He reached under the sheets; grabbed her ears and wiggled them back and forth. This was the signal for her to start sucking in earnest…he was awake now and wanted to get hard so she could climb up and ride him. The result was like flicking a switch on. Pam Sweet Pussy immediately took his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down ridiculously fast. Sweet Pussy’s low tolerance for pain made her a sometimes overly enthusiastic fuck-toy. Sid would have laughed if it didn’t feel so good. After a few minutes he commanded, “Let’s hear that cheer now Yaley”. “Yes Master’, Sweet Pussy replied as she scampered up his body; spread her legs and inserted his cock into her pussy. She was soaking! “Yeah…she just hates this right?” Sid mussed. He looked up at his creation. Sweet Pussy wore a Yale Cheerleader Sweater about two sizes too small for her and a pair of dark horn rimmed glasses. Framed by her straight long hair she looked like one of her nightmares...a bimbo college cheerleader. “Go Sweet Pussy, I want to see that big Y on your sweater dance.” With a look of pure anguish Sweet Pussy began to slowly rock up and down on his cock; then began to chant:“2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master, fuck me master”.”2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master”.“2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master” Slow at first she ground and gyrated her pussy into Sid’s crotch then increasingly faster. “2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master”. Soon Sid pulled the sweater over her head and grabbed hold of her tits to spur her on. At that point she really didn’t need any help. Almost lost in the pulsing of her cunt Sweet Pussy turned into a portrait of concentration. She had long ago admitted to herself that these were not just the most humiliating experiences she had ever had but that they were also the very best fucks of her life. She kicked into her highest gear now, sweating, groaning, grinding and sobbing as she cheered. “2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master, fuck me master!!!!”“2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master!!!!” Without warning her jaw suddenly dropped; her frame went stiff and an inhuman “EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” blew out of her mouth. “Grabbing her hair and snapping her head back Sid pulled her head down to lock his eyes with her. “Whose fuck toy are you?” Whose fuck toy are you?” he shouted. Bucking and shooting himself hard and deep into her orgasm pulses. A hoarse exhausted Pam Sweet Pussy would have collapses onto his chest if he did not hold her up by her hair. Breathless she gasped, ”I am Pam Sweet Pussy. …SirStroker88’s fuck toy” ”I …am….. Pam …..Sweet….. Pussy, SirStroker88’s….. fuck toy” . Her hair released, Pam Sweet Pussy fell into Sid’s chest. She held him as tightly as she could as the shivers of her racking orgasm subsided. She was content. She was disgusted. She was owned.

One Month earlier:

As far as Sid was concerned Pam Sweet Pussy’s first session was going well. A blackmailed Ivy League business bitch; it had been almost too easy to let her compromise herself at the office into a totally untenable situation. Her arrival at his house this evening as ordered was testament to her willingness to do anything to prevent him from releasing her “tapes” to management.

She stood now with her hands tethered to a whipping post. She thought it was ridiculous. She was willing to fuck Sid a few times to get him off her back …”what’s with the cuff shit”. she thought. This was one of Sid’s most favored devices. The post while fixed to the floor could be adjusted in height from 6” to 4 feet and had a swivel metal top. When a captive was chained to the top, as Pam Sweet Pussy was she could stand showing her ass at a great advantage. Arriving in a business suit of all things, Pam tried to save some of her dignity by not letting Sid know see uncertain she was. When he cuffed, collared and attached her to the whipping post she still had the look of a defiant, confident aristocrat. It wasn’t until Sid approached her with a knife that she showed even a glimmer of concern. Reading her Sid said, “Not to worry this knife is not for you it’s for your clothes.” He then proceeded to shred every piece of her clothing off her body in under a minute. Pam’s eyes went wide with shock as she saw her $2000.00 designer suit being turned into rags. “Kick off your shoes” he commanded. “I want you totally naked for your first lesson”. As Pam fumbled to kick off her shoes Sid expertly adjusted the whipping post to slide it down to its lowest level. Pam bent at the waist and was almost pulled over as the cuffs forced her wrists down to the floor. Sid locked the post with an authoritative snap of the hinge. She could move in circles and to some degree up and down. But both hands were secured 6 inches from the floor. Sid was about to give Pam a beating she would remember the rest of her life. He wanted her to have the ability to jump, shout, kick and scream. He wanted her to exhaust herself running away from his strikes. She would eventually lay broken spread full out on the floor too exhausted to do anything but whimper as the blows continue to punish her ass. This was to be a defining life event for Pam Sweet Pussy. She did not have a clue.

Sid went to the far wall and returned wearing a full face mask and holding a well used riding crop in his hand.” Pam Sweet Pussy this is the start of your slavery”. Before Pam’s mind could react to what was about to happen Sid began a series of rapid, forceful back and forth strokes across her ass. The effect was extraordinary; her eyes bulged in shock, she drew in her breathe so quickly she almost chocked. She had never felt such pain before. “Owwwwwwwwwwwww she cried stop it stop it”. Soon the sounds that came out of her would be indistinguishable as human or animal. She started to move around in her little circle as expected to escape the blows and Sid chased her faster and faster as she went first in this direction then in the other. Then she fell to her knees and bucked with each blow. Once while kneeling she turned to face him hoping to prevent the onslaught on her ass cheeks but Sid showed no hesitation in punishing her tits and her thighs with the same ferocity. Jumping up again she ran and ran, screaming and begging until she was hoarse. When Sid stopped, Pam lie in a heap on the floor sniveling...”What do you want me to do…please don’t beat me anymore.” Sid paused for about 30 seconds, stood, stared down at her and began to strike her again. This time she pulled herself into a fetal position and rocked back and forth in agony. Her screams grew so hoarse they began to sound like barking. After a time the blows began to slow. They were now not so much designed to inflict pain as terror. Sid toyed and played with her fear. Hitting in odd spots. First rhythmically then randomly. When she thought her ordeal was over, another smack would show her it wasn’t. Pam would remember this as the worst of the trail. Never knowing if it was over while praying it was. At last after the beating…Sid knelt down next to the heap below him and said” That Pam Sweet Pussy is a taste….just a taste….of what I am capable of doing to you”. “ If you ever think to disobey me remember this beating….if you ever think to escape me…remember this beating.

Sid stepped back, removed his mask and walked over to a video camera in the corner.

Pam, too exhausted to move saw his actions from the corner of her eye and groaned.

He had recorded her humiliation. She was beginning to think he was right. There may be no escape. She also knew she would do anything to avoid a beating like that again. “Tomorrow you will give me the keys to your apartment and I’ll get you some clothes.” You’ll be here a couple of days.“ Sid threw a blanket over Pam Sweet Pussy….kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered. “Sleep tight.”