Sharon's New Project
When David visited his cousins, he expected a quiet weekend of
hanging out, watching football, and maybe having a beer or two. Two
of his cousins, John and Brad, were about the right age for that sort
of thing. John was 18, a year younger than David, and Brad was only
two years younger than that. They were close enough in age that they
could have a good time. He had planned to pretty much ignore his
other cousin, Sharon, as he had every other time he visited. Last
time he had seen her, she had been only 8.
But that had been five years ago. When he saw Sharon this time, he
could see that the years had done her well. She was still somewhat
short, at only five foot three, but she had already developed a body
that David knew guys her age must be falling over. He didn’t want
to be rude, and it was okay to have that sort of thought about
anyone, even a cousin. Just so long as you never acted upon the
thought.
David started off his visit with the normal hellos, only to find
that both John and Brad were out with friends at the time. Only
Sharon was around, and she was glad to see him after all.
It started with simple things. They put together a puzzle. Sharon
still seemed to be very young, though she didn’t look it. David
showed her a magic trick with a coin, and her eyes lit up and
sparkled like two blue diamonds. “Do you know any other tricks?”
she asked.
“Sure thing,” David assured her. “What kind of thing do you
like?”
“Big tricks. Like sawing someone in half or escaping,” she
said. She suddenly seemed to get a great idea. “Wanna play a
game?” She asked excitedly.
“Sure thing, cous,” Dave consented, glad the subject was
changed. “What game?”
“Escape artist. Come on.” she led him up to her room, then
shut the door behind them.
“How do you play?” David asked as Sharon disappeared into a
closet.
“I tie you up,” Sharon said, showing a long silk ribbon, “And
you try to get out. If you can’t, then I get to pick a prize.”
“And if I can?”
“If you can within five tries, you pick a prize from me. Okay?”
“Sure,” David agreed, figuring he might as well try. He had
experimented with an escape act, and knew enough knots to get out of
just about anything.
After the third escape, Sharon said she was going to make things
more difficult. She told David to lie down, face down, on the floor.
He did, and she sat on his ass. She carefully tied his wrists, one
at a time, and then tied them together. Then she tied his thumbs
together. This accomplished, she proceeded to tie the remaining
ribbon to his belt.
“You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you Sharon?” David
asked as she shifted her seat to his lower back, over his forearms.
“Shut up,” she commanded in a voice that was totally different
from anything David had heard from her in all the times he had
visited. “Try to get out. Now.”
David struggled, his fingers working on the knots. Sharon slapped
the top of his head. “Do it with distractions,” she ordered.
“That isn’t fair!” David insisted as she hit him again.
“Sharon stop that!”
“Shut up,” she ordered, hitting him harder. “Can you get out
or not?”
“Yes, I can,” David said between grunts from Sharon’s
increasingly harder hits. He struggled against the bonds. “But it
will take time.”
“Time you don’t have,” Sharon said evilly as she stood up.
“What do you mean?” David asked, an edge of fear in his voice.
Sharon disappeared into her closet again for a few minutes. David
worked on the knots, and just as he was getting his thumbs free,
Sharon reappeared.
David could only see up to her knees, but what he saw was a pair of
black leather boots, laced up to the edge of his line of vision.
“Nice shoes, Sharon,” he said to her.
“Shut up,” she ordered again, standing beside him. He felt
something touch his wrists on top of the silk, then heard an odd
clicking sound.
“What are you doing?” He demanded as he felt her undo the tie
to his belt.
“You lose,” she said. “I want my prize.”
“But I can escape!” David insisted.
“Not from these,” Sharon told him.
“What are those? Hand cuffs?” David demanded as he felt
something else click around his arms just above the elbow.
“Yes. And these are manacles. Now shut up.”
“No, I will not! Get these fucking things off me.”
There was a moment of silence. David gasped as a boot slammed into
his side. He lay rolling in pain, his stomach on fire, curled up in
a ball.
“Watch your mouth,” Sharon ordered him, and headed into her
closet again.
“What are you doing?” David gasped as he glanced up at her.
“I’m getting you ready,” she informed him as she stepped out
of the closet with a bundle under her arm. David got his first good
look at her then. The lace up boots led to a short skirt. Sharon
was also wearing a leather bra and long leather gloves. “Eyes
down!” She ordered him, and delivered a punch to the side of his
head, sending David reeling.
“You are so ugly,” Sharon chided him. “I need to make you
beautiful.”
“What do you mean?” David asked.
“Do not speak unless I tell you to. That is your only warning.”
“What are you doing?” David asked as she walked out of his
field of vision.
“Do you like pain?” Sharon demanded as she stomped a foot onto
David’s back, pressing him into the floor. “If you do, keep
disobeying me.”
David was silent then, struggling to breathe against the pressure of
his cousin’s foot. He was panicked, his face was swelling, and his
chest was being crushed. She was a lot stronger than she
looked.
Suddenly, something smooth and soft was put over his face, leaving
only his eyes, nose, and mouth uncovered. He felt laces being tied
behind his head, pulling whatever was on his face tighter against his
skin.
David was rolled over, painfully crushing his arms underneath.
“That’s better,” Sharon said. “Do you like your new face,
slave?”
“What is it?”
“It’s a leather mask, as a slave should have. Now be quiet.”
To ensure his silence, she zipped the mouth shut on the mask, and
David’s jaw was suddenly constricted, held completely shut. The
world darkened as she attached some sort of blindfold to the mask.
“Good. That is much better. One more piece and you will be
complete.” Sharon was talking to herself, and David was struggling
against his bonds until he felt a strap around his neck.
“Now, David, we must decide what to do with you. Come here.”
David felt himself dragged by the neck across the room. He heard a
door open, and was pulled forward. When he finally stopped,
something was hooked under his arms, and he was pulled up off the
ground.
“You look so much better now, slave. But we still have work to
do. First of all, you need a name. I don’t like David. What do
you think? Filth? Shit? Dog? Worm? I think Worm. You agree?
Good.
“Now, Worm, what are we to do with you? Train you to be a dog?
Or just a slave? Break your mind completely, or just your spirit?
Hypnosis? Pain therapy? Drugs? Humiliation? Do I want you to
serve other people, or just be my slave? Maybe I should make it so
that anyone, anytime, anywhere, can make you completely subservient.
Would you like that? I bet you would.
“Before I can train you to do it to anyone, I have to make you
like certain things. This is my favorite part.” David then felt
his pants unbuckling, then being ripped off. “You won’t be
needing those anymore,” Sharon explained to him.
David struggled like a madman until Sharon blasted a knee into his
balls. “Don’t struggle!” She ordered him as he whimpered in
pain and curled up in fetal position.
David felt something cool touch his ass then, and realized that
Sharon was rubbing something over his asshole. He felt her finger
push inside, and dreaded what was to come. “Do you know what an
enema is?” She asked cruelly, as she slid a tube into his hole.
She squeezed his testicles just enough to hurt. “Don’t
struggle,” she ordered as she felt his ass being filled with a
liquid.
“Hold on to it, or I will make you lick up whatever you spill.
That’s a good Worm. You don’t have to hold it long.” David
suddenly felt something long and hard thrust far up his ass. “There.
That should hold it.”
The enema was agony, but he could not force it out even if he tried.
The butt plug burned his ass as he felt her slide some special pants
up his leg. She grabbed his cock and thrust it through a hole, then
pulled laces tight around it.
“You look more and more like a slave every second, Worm. You are
doing well. I may reward you. You deserve to suck a cock. Do you
want that?”
David shook his head violently, not wanting to do anything of the
kind. He felt a needle slide into his arm. “Submit,” Sharon
whispered. The world turned on its head, and suddenly David forgot
what it was like to see, or to be outside a mask. Everything seemed
right in the world.
“How do you feel Worm?”
David realized suddenly that his name was Worm. It always had been.
He felt wonderful. But who was talking to him?
“Tell your mistress how you feel, Worm,” the encouraging voice
whispered into his ear as a gloved hand stroked his cock lovingly and
another hand unzippered his mouth.
“I feel wonderful, mistress.”
“Not ‘I’ Worm. Never ‘I’. Say that Worm feels
wonderful.”
“Yes mistress. Worm feels wonderful.”
Want to read more? It's in Book One
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