The Asian Girl Next Door

Before I took her, Sara was known as a very bright student. Her specialty was math (I know, not really breaking the stereotypes). In her new life, I didn’t want her to lose that gift, so I kept her brain regularly exercised through fun little tests. Each correct answer would give her a reward. A wrong answer, well I think you can guess.

First Sara was strapped into a rickety wooden bench-chair. Her legs were kept totally straight, strapped with tight leather straps - flat on the bench and parallel to the floor. Her feet were kept in toe stocks, such that each toe was spread out and her feet were completely immobile. Her torso was strapped with three more leather straps to a wooden backboard. A steel collar was attached to her neck and drilled into place, holding her tiny neck in place against the board.

Her shackled wrists were chained to metal loops bolted to the legs of the bench, such that her arms were kept uncomfortably straight and pointed straight down.

For extra fun, I dressed the nerdy bitch up in a schoolgirl skirt and tie, and had her wear some thick glasses. Her hair was in two pigtails, which I pinned tightly to the top of the wooden backboard, preventing her from looking down or jerking her head too much.

For the finishing touch, a small chain attached to the ring of her clit and drilled into the wood, meaning even the tiniest jerk would pull on her exposed little bud.

Electric wires attached to the most precious spots on her body, including her tits, legs, belly, feet, and her inner thighs.

In her right hand was a tiny remote with a 4 direction pad and an enter key. When I was ready for the game to begin, I would turn on a large TV monitor. A question would then flash onto screen. For the first one:

“Question 1: A worthless cunt named Sara receives 22 cane strokes one day, 14 the next, and 38 the next to her helpless cunt. The next 3 days, her master repeats this but this but decides to double each amount. The 3 days following that, he decides to administer the total amount of strokes given the prior 6 days by a multiple of 1.5 times. How many cane strokes has Sara received over the prior 9 days?”

A timer ticked down 10 seconds. At the last second Sara correctly clicked the correct multiple choice answer, “222.”

A bright green check marked flashed on the screen and slowly a humming buzz began in her loins. That would be the vibrating egg I had buried deep inside her guts.

I was not impressed by this, as I knew the questions would get repeatedly harder. Each time she got it right, the vibrator would get stronger. Each time she got it wrong, she would be administered an electric shock of increasing intensity.

By the end of the day, if all went to plan (which I always made sure it did by adding more and more questions until I got the quantity of screams and tears I wanted), Sara would be a squeeling, electrified mess, cumming over and over while her tits are shocked and her clit is jerked around.

The game continued:

“Question 6: Sara has spent the last 11 years in captivity. While she’s been here, her sister Jade has gone to college, gotten her Masters degree, and gotten married. Everybody has forgotten about her. What is the exact number of days Jade has remained free and happy while Sara has been a miserable, tortured slavegirl?”

I saw my slave struggling to come up with an answer. Eventually she selected 4,015 (365 times 11). But my little cunt must have forgotten about leap years as the screen flashed red.

My little cunt began to hyperventilate in anticipation as the electricity box hummed to life. The shock began and a piercing scream rang through the dungeon. She began to shake as wildly as she could manage on the bench, her muscles straining as the current passed through her.

After her screaming was done, I noticed how hard I was. I started to stroke myself as the next question came up, and almost came, but decided Sara might appreciate my semen more. After all, the little cunt hadn’t had a morsel to eat for the past 4 days on account of her accidentally dropping a tray of food she was bringing to Brie and I. Sure, her tiny feet had been hobbled by 4 inch chains, and the blindfold had made it difficult to watch her step, but that was no excuse. Bad cunts need punishment.

I stepped over the bench, and sunk my cock into the hapless slave’s facehole. I pushed in and out and she obediently worked me over with her talented tongue.

She managed to answer the next question right as she sucked my cock, as I hadn’t been blocking her vision when it first popped on my screen. However, for the next one she couldn’t see a thing. She began voicing this dilemma to me through cock-stuffed pleas, but I wasn’t concerned with her little problem.

As I heard the timer tick down, I pulled my cock out of her mouth with 1 second left. As the loud buzzer sounded, I began to jizz into her mouth, which was now conveniently wide open in a full-throated scream as the electricity coursed through her.  

After the current abided, I turned around and had her lick my ass. Again, this blocked her view and soon enough another current ripped through her at an even greater intensity. After a solid 3 minutes of ass-cleaning (and 10 or so more rounds of shocks) I was satisfied. Her ass-muffled screeches had gotten me horny again, though, so I decided to torture her a bit. I caned her immobile feet and stuck some needles in each toe as I jerked my cock back to life. All the while, Sara actually managed to get a few of the questions right. Again, I positioned myself at her face, and timed my release with the administration of another shock. This time, I purposefully missed her mouth, cumming all over her glasses as she delivered me another beautiful scream. I closed my eyes, savoring the beauty of the situation. Taking Sara had truly been the best decision of my life.

My balls empty, I sat in a comfortable leather chair and watched Sara attempt the next few questions. After she missed the next 3, she spoke up.

“Sir, the cum on the glasses, I can’t see the screen”

I chuckled at the realization, ignoring her pleas as I walked over to her immobile feet and gave each some unusually harsh cane strokes.

“I” WHACK “never” WHACK “said you” WHACK “could speak” WHACK “slave!” CRACK

The cane broke on the last stroke, just as the buzzer sounded again, turning her into a screaming mess yet again.

I dropped the cane, laughing at her horrible situation and ascended up the stairs - out of this horrid place Sara now calls home.

Upstairs in the land of normal people, Brie was sitting on the couch, fingering herself through her panties to the scene unfolding on the TV monitor in front of her.

“This is so hot babe. How much longer are you gonna keep her on this?”

I jumped on the couch, cuddling Brie and fondling her uncovered tits.

“I don’t know darling,” I said amusingly, as I turned up the volume to hear Sara’s pleas and screeches as the buzzer went off again, “I’d hate to deprive our toy of her education.”