(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the Park<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br/><br/>Her master's cock was long and hard.  He choked Paulette as drool rolled down her face in an uncontrollable wave.  They'd done something to Paulette's salivary glands and at the sight or taste of a cock she  lost control.  The helpless young woman swirled her tongue over his member, that thing the possession of which separated them in an insurmountable wall.  Male and female, yin and yang, Paulette was the receptacle for his seed, his lusts and his desires and by the gods it was turning her on despite herself.  She licked just enough to avoid being choked by his ongoing and relentless assault.  The tangy taste of his precum was on her tongue and Paulette shuddered with reluctant excitement.  The harsh curls of his pubic hair assaulted her sensitive nose with their harsh, wiry brush as well as the pungent smell of a man.  His scent imprinted on my mind Paulette's as she resigned herself to his taste and smell.  This was the smell and texture of her future as his sex dominated and possessed her helpless body.  Gods how she  wished she could lose herself in the sensation like some girls.<br/><br/>Paulette jerked back at he pulled her arms up and to the side, the tight restraint of the cuffs forcing her arms into painful arcs.  It was all Paulette could do not to accidentally bite down on him as he stood.  Her face was a mess with tears, precum, saliva and mucus staining her flushed cheeks, her hair in disarray.  He had her well trained already she knew; there was no way she would react incorrectly from now on to his order to suck him off.  His sudden move to pull his cock from her mouth had her relax for a moment before he pinched her nose and yanked her head back.  She struggled and almost lost her balance as he shifted her.  Paulette choked as he dribbled his saliva into her mouth and was forced to swallow the warm, slimy load as his grip on her nose constrained her to the edge of panic.<br/><br/>She gasped and stumbled to her feet, wobbling she could barely keep up with him as he pulled her back into the darkness.  She knew the others were watching them from the whispered comments and shuffling movements out of the corners of her eyes.  Paulette's eyes were huge and pleading, shining in the darkness as he spoke those chilling words to her.  He was pleased with her but he wanted to hurt her?  He liked it, it turned him on!  Oh gods, gods!  She started to sob again as his words sank in.  She'd been subjected to harsh treatment at the Center; bondage, pain, whipping and torture but it had been done in a rather systematic way to train her rather than as an act of raw passion.  And it was the passion, the desire to inflict pain that she feared to the core of her heart.  Gods she would get herself free of this man as soon as she could escape to a BAF facility.<br/><br/>Paulette followed him helplessly like a cow to the slaughter.  The cruel grin and the gleam in his eye warning her of the violence to come but not preparing her.  How could she be prepared as he cursed at her and struck her delicate breasts with a stinging slap.<strong>"Ahhhh!</strong>" she cried out, letting voice to her pain in the sudden shock of his anger and lust for hurt.  Russian bitch, oh gods he was taking his anger out on her, on her!  What bounds would he even place on that demon of anger that burned inside this carefully controlled man.  Gods!  He struck her other breast leaving a harsh mark on her milky flesh.  Gods, gods... underneath the facade of control and poise was this caldron of anger and resentment.  She would face the hidden mask, the private scream, the shared and oh so intimate explosion of anger; shared with their bodies in a dance macabre.<br/><br/>She gasped as the blows landed on her face.  All of the insults and perceived disrespect were raining down in her.  Facing her fate she sobbed and cried out loud in helpless submission as he beat her for the insults.  Smack, smack... cars... doctor...  Violence continued as she threw back her head and cried out;<strong>"No, oh no, no, no..."</strong>in sobs as he pinched and twisted her nipples.  Rising up on her tip toes she tried to releive the pressure on her sensitive nubs built for suckling rather than torment yet serving as he means of inflicting pain not nurturing life.  Paulette screamed in agony as she rocked back under the impact of the brutal leather on her slit.  She almost blacked out with the agony on her clit and sensitive, swollen lips.  Sobbing, uncaring of the passers by or what further torment she might draw, Paulette looked up at Doctor Okanjo and shuddered as his laughter bored its way into her skull.  The echoes sent her near the edge of collapse.<br/><br/>The sobbing girl was brutalized, confused and lost by the physical and emotional impact of his assault.  Not only was the pain and shock of the attack disorienting but the terrible anger and desire to hurt made her spirit quail.  Paulette stumbled along, her head wrenched forward as he dragged her along by the hair.  She knelt on the pad quickly at the pressure of his hands on her shoulders as she knew what was coming.  At the sound of 'Ahhh' and the motion to open her mouth, Paulette swiftly bobbed her head forward to take his cock in her mouth.  She'd learned her lesson and enveloped his prick in her willing mouth.  Her face was an even worse mess of tears and assorted fluids when he shoved his dick in her mouth and forced her around to face the climbers.  Paulette heard one man whisper her name to the others and knew that her panicked, violated face would be plastered on the internet within minutes.<br/><br/>She did not resist as he forced her around by the hair and threw her down against the dirty pad.  He body was sprinkled with the grit of sand and small rocks on her sensitive tits and stomach.    He shifted her around, laid back behind her and forced her legs apart.  She was going to get fucked she knew it, he was going to claim her for real now in this dark tunnel on this dirty pad.  Her legs were widely spread and she knew that sense of vulnerability that all women face in a world where half the adult population is stronger and bigger than you as well as possessing the right to enslave you.  With her legs open there was no way to prevent both of her holes from winking at him in desire.   She stiffened as his cock head rubbed in her crease.  "No, no!" she sobbed as he spit on her anus.  She hated being buggered with a passion; she'd never had her back hole taken until the Center and even now she maintained a fierce hatred of the activity.<br/><br/><strong>"Ahhhhhhh!  No, no!"</strong>Paulette squirmed and writhed to escape the impalement but with his hand on the small of her back and his thighs holding her legs open there was nothing she could do.<strong>"No master, no, no, no... oh gods,"</strong>she sobbed.  "Oh it hurts oh gods my bowels are on fire.  Make it stop, make it stop.  She clenched hard but he defeated her resistance with a scream of frustration, defeat and pain.  By now her body was governed by hysteria as she tightened her anal ring about the intruder, inadvertently providing him with pleasure.  Now she was babbling as he took her in a series of brutal strokes.<strong>"Master, no, no... please don't fuck my ass master.  Ohhh.... ohhhhh.... Gods I beg y... Ahhhhhh! Oh ahhhhh!" </strong>Finally she was reduced to a sobbing mass, a sodden hole as he conquered her ass to the hilt.<br/><br/>Paulette lay sobbing and twitching as he held her firmly to the mat, his cock hilted in her and throbbing relentlessly.  Knowing her almost psychotic dislike for anal sex she'd only been lightly used in the ass at the Center.  She could not remember any dildo or staff member who was so large or hurt so much up her ass hole.  Even the training dildos had been used sparingly as if preparing her for this moment of torment.  Stretched out his full weight was upon her pressing her into the grit of the pad as well as seating his cock in her ass.  It was like a bar of molten bronze in her bowels.  She thought of the cannon at the memorials to the wars of Napoleon and others; it was as if a red hot cannon was rammed up her ass.<br/><br/>Then he brutalized her with an ass rape...<br/><br/>Paulette jerked like a fish on a hook under his strength and weight as he pounded her.  Her screams became in articulate as her world dissolved in a melange of pain, heat and pressure against her ass.  Then came the ultimate indignity; he jerked and spurted in her bowels, filling her ass with his boiling seed.  She lay pinned in humiliating pain.  The lesson again was that he owned her, he controlled her and her pain and her body were his to use as he saw fit.  The he lay quietly on her as she cried softly, his weight pinning her down, his seed a hot, slimy mass in her bowels.  She shuddered at the intimacy as his cock softly throbbed inside of her and his head nuzzled her face.  She stiffened for a moment under his caress, under his kiss and then relaxed oh so reluctantly and submitted to his affectionate motions.  The after effect, the post coital lull was torture for her as he broke her with that long, endlessly long moment of silent contemplation.<br/><br/>His hard male body warmed hers as he covered her with the lean, muscular lines of a rough form.  Nothing brought home the horror of what she had just faced like the warm, peaceful and loving feeling of his breath on her face, his soft nuzzle in her ear and hair and the oh so gentle kiss on the cheek.  He had a light beard developing and his breath was clean and just slightly tangy with whatever he'd had for breakfast.  She wanted to jump up and scream but no one would hear her, no one would ever here her.  That quiet moment was like a hot branding iron as she took a mark to her ass and to her soul.  Inside a little something broke as she remembered back to the quite cuddling times she had with Adrian before she... he died.<br/><br/>The the magic was over as he pulled out of her with a plop and squelch.  Paulette shivered as he probed her wet anal ring.  She shook her head helplessly but complied as she forced a huge wave of sticky white cum from her bowels with lewd grunts and actual farts of sticky white.  She shook her head for a moment when he showed her his cum covered hands but when he placed his hand in her face and jerked back harder on her hair she complied and sucked and licked his cum and her sour taste from his fingers.  She rose up to her knees as he forced her to continue to suck and lick.  Again she shook her head at the sight of his filthy cock but lick it clean of their combined soil she did.<br/><br/>Still leaking his cum from her ass and down her legs she stood. Paulette could only hold still as he laced her with a crotch rope.  She groaned as he placed cruel knots between her soft sex lips and onto her seeping gape of an asshole.  Paulette squirmed in torment at the pressure of the rope and her eyes pleaded with him to free her.  Gods, gods... how can he?  Oh gods...  The walk back to the car was a nightmare as the crotch rope bit into her tenderest of flesh and rubbed open her cum dripping ass. Her face was stained with tears, cum and passion while two tracks of semen straggled down her thighs.  Again she was recognized by tourists and her face captured on film for torment and humiliation.  Could she go back to her career once these pictures were out?  Not likely.  It was good that she had several million Euros stashed away in a safe place.  Each flick of the leash brought new agonies and soon she walked in a waddling pain with eviodence of his fucking running down her legs and her face stained with tears.<br/><br/>She stood as he cleaned her off back at the car.  Numbly she brushed her hair back into a semblance of order and with the wipes cleaned her ass, breasts and face.  With the black negligee over her head she felt almost presentable despite the harsh stimulation of the rope; a reminder of her status as a fuck toy.  Climbing inside the car at his direction she rested her ass gingerly on the new towel to protect her sore ass.  Soon more of his cum was dribbling from her along with the ever present stream of moisture from her cunt.  Helplessly she stared out the window and tried and failed to come to her happy place...