[[Bubbles]]

Volume  8
(A Special Thanks To My Editor-In-Chief: Archon1980)


Roxy stared at the bowl from the comforts of her cage.  How strange that the small space that she struggled to sleep in the night before almost feels comforting.  It's coarse iron bars keeping her body huddled into a small position.  However those bars provide one very important aspect of her new life. Protection. It was the thing, and the only thing that separated her from Ms. Rose.  If she could only find a way to lock herself in, she would.

There is, however, nothing she can do. She comes back from her daydream of a life locked away from Ms. Rose when her stomach growls, her eyes going back to the bowl. She'd honestly never known hunger like this, even before she came to America and lived in that one room shack in Korea.  Her mother assured that she always had food.  Roxy knows she has to eat something or she will die.  The thought crosses her mind, maybe that’s better than…

Her eyes looked at her surroundings.  She pushed the thought from her mind, not allowing herself to have such thoughts.  She crawled from her confines toward the bowl, a look of disgust plays across her face.  The oatmeal is now cold which would have been disgusting enough if she couldn’t see the big thick pearlescent wad of…well she wasn’t quite sure what . There was no way to pick it out or separate it as it had been mixed in.  Roxy closed her eyes, doing something that she knew Ms. Rose would punish her for if she could see.  Grabbing the bowl, she presses it to her lips and tipped it up. The disgusting goo slid down her throat.  She swallowed hard three times, until the thick substance is no longer in her mouth.  She gasped for air, slamming the bowl back on the ground. She fought back tears. As she crawled back into her cage, wrapping her arms around her knees, laying on her side. The fetal position has been second nature to her lately. Sleep began to wash over her.

**CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG**

A metal pipe banged off of the iron bars of Roxy’s cage. Startled she sat up, her head bouncing hard off the iron. “OWWWW!” she hollered as her hands grab her head.

“You’ve slept enough.  Out, NOW!” Roxy looked around bewildered.   The expression on Ms. Rose’s face doesn’t seem to be happy.  “Do not make me tell you again, you won’t like the results.” Roxy didn't care much for that threat and quickly made her way from the cage. She looked up trying to gauge exactly how bad Ms. Rose’s mood will be for her well being.  “Eyes down.” Val barks as she attaches a lead chain to Roxy’s collar.  Roxy remembers the lesson about standing and doesn’t hesitate to crawl along side Val as she is guided toward the wall.

Roxy’s eyes dart around, the possibility of escape is hardly a reality in her mind, but she can't stop herself from looking for any possible way to signal for help.  No windows, one door, and no clue where she is being held, which means the chances of her being found are very slim.  Her mind is elsewhere as she is being led, so much so that she hardly notices when Val stops walking, the soft tug at Roxy’s neck as Val pulls the chain taut signaling a full stop. Roxy looks back.  From the center of the room it seems larger than she remembered, having spent a large amount of time being either tied to something or in her cage, what once felt like a tiny room now seems much larger.  Roxy avoided eye contact as she waited for instructions.

Val’s heels clicked on the poured concrete floor. She walked around checking her handy work, the stripes from Roxy’s first day are beginning the heal, she hadn’t broken any skin but certainly left a cadre of beautiful purple and blue bruises across her back and rear.  Her wrists still bruised from being suspended by them for a few hours.  Red streaks of blood and cum trail from her battered hole down to her knees the tell-tale signs of forced entry.  Unfortunately for Roxy, there was one frontier Val had yet to conquer.

“Why are you here?” Val asked after she finished her inspection.

It takes a second for Roxy to even register that she’s being addressed.  She tries to bring her mind back from escape, and focus on the question.  “I…uh…” Roxy tries to find an answer that will be suitable.  She watched as Val made her way to the wall where all of her toys are hung.  Roxy however only knew it as a wall of pain, as anytime Val went there she would undoubtedly end up in pain.  “T-to be yo-your umm….p-property?” she said as though a question.

“That’s a good girl,” Val said as she took a small bamboo cane and a wooden paddle off of the wall, Roxy’s face turned sour as Val made her way closer to the trembling body.  “You deserve a reward,” Hanging from her blouse were Roxy’s glasses, she hadn’t seen them since waking up here and, while the squinting caused a number of headaches, they were nothing in comparison to the beatings and violent rapes she’d been dealing with.  Val opens them and placed them on her face, “There now my little cocktoy can see what shes doing. “ Seeing her little toy on all fours, quaking in fear while still avoiding eye contact was a sight, Val fought the urge in her body.  Trying to bring herself back down as her cock begins to press against her knee length pencil skirt.  She’d already slipped her panties off before leaving her office as she only had a couple of hours to play with her new toy, she didn’t want to waste any time with a wardrobe change.

“As my property, it’s my job to see that you have a grade-A education, and while eventually, if you behave, you may return to your studies, there are some other things you need to learn that are just as, if not more important than history and math.”  Val set the paddle and cane down in the middle of the room.  She returned to the wall with all her toys on it as she continued to dictate to an attentive Roxy who is actively listening but knows better than to look up. “Today’s lessons will be posture and how to attend to me orally.” Roxy’s ears perk as she heard the sound of a wooden chair being dragged across the floor. She fought the urge to look back, despite being worried about the sound.  As a par of heels stop in front of Roxy she notices Val’s perfect pedicure through the peek toe heels.

“Look up pet.” Val said.  Roxy’s eyes came up where  she finds that Val has relieved herself of her skirt and her cock stopped just about Roxy’s face.  A majority of Roxy’s bashfulness was beaten, and fucked out of her, the queer sight of a woman with boy’s parts no longer confused or perplexed her.  She knew, however, if she was seeing Val’s ‘thingy’ she’d soon be suffering from it.  Tears welled in her eyes as the memories of the pain she’s suffered at Val’s hands over the last few days came flooding back. The back of Val’s hand flies across her face, the blow was so forceful that it turns Roxy’s head 90 degrees sending her glasses skidding across the room.  She dropped to the floor.

“When my cock is presented to your face you will greet it with a kiss.” Val sneered to the little thing holding her face and fighting off another breakdown. “Shall we try again or shall I get the paddle to inspire you?” Val asked as she watched Roxy pull herself up.  Once back to all fours, Val again steps forward, with her cock inches from Roxy’s now red face.  There is a hesitation, as Roxy’s eyes connect with Val’s cock, but she’s yet to break her own mental barrier of placing her mouth willingly on her new owner.  “Do you need another reminder pet?”  Val enquired. Tears streamed from her face as she adamantly shook her head 'no'. Quickly leaning forward, Roxy placed an abrupt soft kiss on Val’s head.

Val smiled. “That was a good attempt, now try again, slower,” Roxy sniffled.  Fighting back tears, she leaned forward again, as her lips make contact Val holds her head in place. “Your lips do not leave my cock without my say so, is that understood pet?” She was terrified to open her mouth, and simply nods.

Val enjoyed a moment of feeling soft, young lips on her throbbing cock.  She smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. This was the best thing that’s happened all day, maybe all week.  Looking down and seeing that mangled mess of black hair with cum stains streaking through multiple parts of her matted main. The warmth was perfect. “Done.” She says softly.

Roxy backed away, wiping her lips, and redirecting her eyes back down.  Val smiled.  Stepping back and sitting in the chair, she grabbed her cock. As she archesd her back and spread her legs, she purses her lips and lets out a soft whistle.  “Here girl,” she says patting her leg beckoning her pet between her thighs.  As Roxy crawled between her knees, Val motioned for her to stop, “You really should thank me, I went through all the trouble of a Brazilian wax just to make sure you enjoyed yourself today.”  Roxy’s quizzical look is about what she expected so she continues, grabbing her cock and tilting her hips so her balls lift just off the chair. “Lick.” She commanded.

Roxy knows the penalty for letting any disgust play across her face, and Val soaks in every second of the internal struggle playing out within her captor’s little mind.  “I see you need motivation.” Val said grabbing the cane off the floor. She laid it on Roxy’s shoulder, the poor girl’s eyes widen, as they follow the cane.

Roxy stammerd in protest, “N-n-no Miss Rose I-“

“Please my pet, call me mommy.” Val insists.

“No-M” the word is thick in her mouth, struggling to get it out, finally yielding a, “N o, mommy.”

“Good,” Val says with a smile, setting the cane down and again lifting her cock to give Roxy full access to her balls, “then get started.”

The room swirled as Val reveled in the clutches of Roxy’s little tongue. It took a little instruction to get the desired effect but within ten minutes Val’s balls were dripping with Roxy’s saliva.  It was simply euphoric. She felt her balls clenching.  Tilting her hips she guides her hip further north forcing Roxy’s tongue into the magic spot between her balls and ass. Val squeals in excitement, she heard the sobs of the disgusted girl whose tongue was lapping at one of her bodies more delicate regions. She bucks her hips a little more bringing Roxy’s face closer to her asshole, as Roxy senses this, she shifts her weight, pushing away. Val, too immersed in the titalating sensation of a young girls tongue circling her balls and ass, has no time to react Roxy generated just enough power to tip the chair backwards sending Val crashing to the floor.

Roxy scrambles away…there’s a decidedly long pause as Val, glares from over the chair she just fell from, at Roxy who has retreated back into her cage for fear of the recourse her actions would bring. Val growls as what was building toward a rather nice orgasm, would have to be put on hold. In favor of more training, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” The terrified girl mumbled as she huddled in her cage.

“Get your worthless ass out here you little cunt.” Val rumbles. Her voice, low and deep, her stance rigid as she pointed to the spot on the floor where she awaited Roxy.  Shaking all the way, Roxy slinked toward what she knows will be a punishment.  Roxy can’t resist and Val knows it; her little eyes finally look up to see Val’s scowling face, as he eyes trail back down she sees the bamboo cane menacingly gripped.  Her eyes trail back to the floor cursing herself for such a reaction.  Tears stain the floor as Val says only one word. “Up.”

Roxy, knowing the punishment for standing, looks up at Val perplexed, not wanting to be punished but not wanting to disobey.  Letting out a heavy sigh Val grabs the whimpering child and places her hands interlocked behind her head, her chin up, those perky butting bee stings forward, and her knees spread far apart. “THERE! THAT’S UP!” she barks exacerbated at having to do everything.  She marches over to the glasses that have slid across the room and picks them up. Making her way back to a trembling Roxy she places them on her face along with a soft kiss on her adorable nose.  Smiling as she looks into those big innocent brown eyes one hand softly caressing Roxy’s face the other grabbing the cane she so kindly exclaims, “You really are worthless you know that?” **THWACK** The cane lands squarely across Roxy’s back. She yelps as the new stripe is added to her growing collection. “You are going to have to learn.” **THWACK** “How to respect your mommy,” **THWACK** “AND THERE ARE PUSISHMENTS” **THWACK THWACK** “FOR DOING SOMETHING AS STUPID. **THWACK** AS PUTTING YOUR WORTHLESS HANDS ON ME! **THWACK THWACK THACK!**

A sobbing Roxy has since collapsed as Val, who begin to reign control back in from her ‘somewhat’ violent outburst.  Roxy bawls loudly her hands red from attemptiong to protect her body from Val’s wrath. Val, breathing heavily, looks down, at the bamboo rod that has a hairline crack in it, growls again in frustration.  “Now,” Val says setting the chair back up, and again assuming her position. “Let’s try this again.  Up.”

Roxy’s sobs are cut short.  The pain, keeping her focused, or perhaps it’s the fear of more, but in either regard, she pulled her body, welts and all to her knees. As she raised her hands and interlocked her fingers behind her head, she pushes her chest out, tears roll down those beautiful big cheeks. This was everything Val ever wanted.  “Now…come.” Val motioned as she watched Roxy crawl, with a finger pointed right to the spot where she left off.  Val again only offerd Roxy a one word command. “Lick.”  Within minutes, Val is on the edge barcking out instructions to get the exact effect she desired. Should Roxy become tentative, a few taps of the cane on the floor would remind her of her place.  Val's balls begin to tighten as she dropped the cane replacing it with a handful of that thick black hair, her other hand sliding up and down her cock. It was magnificent, feeling some helpless girl's tongue run from her asshole to her balls and then back again just as she reached the edge she springs up from the chair.  Cock gripped tightly, she yanks back on Roxy’s head, “STAY!” she rumbled through gritted teeth rising to her tiptoes as her hand releases.  Her balls paint four perfectly thick wads of cum across Roxy’s face and glasses.

The bashful girl cringed as the warm gooey liquid impacted her face the first shot was forceful, the second and third were soft, and viscous, the last, was the thickest and Val aimed right for the bridge of Roxy’s precious nose. “YESSSSSS!” Val moaned as she shook her cock over Roxy’s face.  Roxy’s hands flew to her face, to wipe the slime away.

“STAY!” Val shouts yanking her hair, keeping her chin up so that the pools of cum around her eyes and nose stay in place. “You fucking stay!” Val shouted still trying to come back down, “Now…” she says catching her breath, “up.” With one eye open and a face full of cum, a quivering little girl interlocked her fingers behind her head, wanting nothing more that to clean herself off. Her soft sobs fill the room as she's forced to remain in this disgusting position.  Val sits back into the chair still stroking herself, "You will hold that position until I say otherwise."  Val lets her words drift off into the relative silence, with only stifled cries providing the occasional break in the silence. She looks at the masterpiece in front of her, a little Asian nymph, covered in cum, sobbing for relief that only Val herself can grant. This is what life was meant to be.

Oh SO worth the wait, Sweet [ Bubbles ].....

Oh SO WORTH the wait!!!


Tony V.               

[[Bubbles]]

Glad you like it :)

[archon1980]

I liked it, you're a really good writer...and thanks

My God, how I have missed your writing. Just outstanding. I can hardly wait for the stories to cum. You are the most arousing, imaginative writer I have ever read.

[grendel]

Very very good.  Thank you.

[[Bubbles]]

Very very good.  Thank you.

Quite welcome glad you enjoyed