The Dollhouse (Larzaius and Ruin me)
 

He had won the lottery and made some sound investments, he had bulked up his body and most importantly he has learned the tricks of the S&M trade. Now it was time to play.

He had invested a considerable amout of his fortune to his doll house, a large manor where he could bring and break any woman he wanted to. The walls were slide away so he could design any room to look like anything he wanted. He had invested money in torture instruments, certain narcotics, costumes and of course film and editing equipment. The Doll House is where he could take his ladies and strip them of their identitiy, morality, humanity and dignity. He could rape them, humiliate them, subjigate and then sell them once they are too broken to even remember their names.

He had picked out a group of victims, five in total. The one he watched in his pink room was going to be very special. The pink room was a room designed to look like an innocent girly type bedroom complete with frilly bed and curtains. It looked like a teenaged girls bedroom but the woman in the bed was no teenager, she was nineteen and she was never going to see her home again.

His motivations would remain a mystery to her, was it revenge, profit or just a sadistic pleasure? What ever his reasons he was going to enjoy breaking her.

Change of player (Moderator please don't erase this) come on down Sammy

Hé set up another victim in an exact approximation of her workplace complète with outfit. She was already in it since hé drugged her at work teach her to drink on thé job. Hé had à makeup artist help him make à complete disguise of her boss. His plan was simple, show her that all sur was to her friends, coworkers and everyone who knew her was à peice of râpe meat.

I work from my drug-induced sleep, drooling on my desk as I tried to shake off the effects. Straightening my hair with my fingers, I looked around my desk to see if anyone had seen my sleeping. Looked like I was safe.

"Guh, I hate it when this happens. Where is everyone?"

I begun wondering if I had been left alone in the office for the night. Surely someone would have tried to wake me.

He watched her confusion it was delicious and making his cock hard. He walked into the room with his friend Reggie. «Sa mantha I'm glad we caught you» He watched her in her work clothes with Reggie dressed as security. Normally her boss has a soft spot for her but this time he watched fumble with her flask.<Please remove your jacket> as he spoke Reggie went behind her.

I was a bit stunned to see you both and fumbled with getting my jacket. "Why? It's cold outside? Why do you want my jacket?"

I started fidgeting with my blouse, nervously picking at the hem as I wait to see what the both of you wanted. It wasn't often that security comes in.

"Did something happen? Is something wrong with my bike? Someone didn't hit it did they?"

"Samantha you've been drinking on the job you know that calls for immediate discipline," he said in the best imitation of her bosses voice money could buy. As he spoke Reggie grabbed her from behind. The big negro looming over her and what was even more scary she could feel a huge buldge from his pants rubbing against her ass. Her boss approached her and grabbed her blouse and pulled hard. Her buttons popped everywhere her pert breasts only protected by a simple bra. Her boss then produced some scissors. "Hold still Samantha, I would hate to cut more than fabric. She felt the cold metal blade brush against her skin as Reggie held her rubbing his buldge up and down her ass.

nice start for both you.

Plan on making this into. A story if you want see the conclusion email larzaius@yahoo.com. Or better provide your own Victim with à picture.