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Basement Rituals

This is my second story about a very special friendship between a teacher and his young student. As some complained my first was too long I cut this one up in three pieces with three ‘levels’ of cruelty to go with it. Even though the last one is a bit long again, I’m sure this shouldn’t be a bother.
So don’t let the cutesy stuff in part I fool you… read part II and III to find out 🙂 Enjoy and let me know what you think!
PART I
Evan unlocked the door in the hallway, leading him to his favourite stairs in the house. He enjoyed walking up to the first floor taking him to his bedroom where he spent lazy Sunday mornings reading a good book in his kingsize bed. Next to his bedroom his bathroom was situated, which contained a huge tub where he could lounge for hours. He enjoyed walking up the next stairs taking him up to the attic, which he turned into a small gym to keep his body in shape and his head clear. He could afford his luxurious lifestyle by making a decent living being teacher at a high school for the privileged children of doctors and laywers. But all those stairs could not compare with the stairs leading him down to his basement. The place he loved, but kept well hidden from the world.
He toggled the switch, lighting up a room which was inherently dark, as were Evan’s thoughts as he walked through the room. He let his hand slide over a cold iron table with handles bolted on the surface. The odd piece of furniture in the middle of the room always remembered him of old Frankenstein movies. He looked around, gazing at the leather straps and hooks hanging on the walls. He admired his wide variety of toys laying in neat stacks in the corners. Whips, gags, electric devices and rope decorated three sides of the room.
The last wall was covered with drawings, pictures and photos of women. Many of them were in compromising positions. Some were fully tied up, while others were only gagged. Some had their body decorated with a variety of objects including needles and hooks. However, his favourite picture was a simple black and white A4 paper from a copier. It displayed a young girl, flattened on the glass from the waist up. He smiled contently, grabbing the bottle of wodka and the two glasses he came for, then went back up the stairs. He locked the door carefully and made his way into the kitchen.
He stood in the doorway, looking at the open drawer next to the refrigerator. He couldn’t remember leaving it opened. He stepped towards the drawer curiously, looking down on his neatly ordened set of knives. The meat knife was missing. Evan felt a shiver down his spine; he was sure he didn’t use it.
“Looking for something?” a sweet female voice he heard ask from behind him, while Evan felt a sharp object pierce into his back. Nevertheless he turned around slowly, facing his attacker. He met the bright blue eyes of a young girl, hidden behind locks of honeyblond hair. In her hand she held the missing meatknife, poking it in his stomach softly. The girl smiled, perfect white teeth formed a breathtaking smile.
“Jesus Cassy, how often have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?!” Evan leaned forward to grab the knife from the girl. She didn’t push the object further into his body but flipped it around elegantly, handing him knife with the same wide smile. “A couple of times…” she grinned and jumped on the counter with ease, grabbing the bottle of wodka Evan just took upstairs with him, opening it and putting it to her full pink lips.
Evan leaned forward again and grabbed the bottle, yanking it out of her well manicured hands. “You’re too young to drink this, you know that.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you going to whine about everything today, Ev? I drink this all the time; I got a fake ID through my brother’s friend.” Evan walked in front of her, putting his hands on both sides of her long legs, which were only slightly covered by a short pink skirt. “You’re 16 and therefore too young to drink. As your teacher I’m supposed to look after you. End of story.”
As her teacher, Evan obviously knew a lot more about her than just her age. Her name was Cassidy van der Sluys, but over the months he decided that ‘Cassy’ was a ‘cuter’ nickname for her. It was a name which seemed to perfectly fit a pet. She was the daughter of Marcus van der Sluys, a wealthy and very influential Euro-banker. If he’d ever find out his little princess spent more time at his place then she should… it was a thought Evan rather did not think of. Her favourite color was pink, -or so he assumed as she wore her clothes and makeup mostly in this fashion. That did not have to mean much though, because most of the snobby rich twats in his class were dressed in pink. They were all the same. No interest in his stories on the Cold War or the Nazi-regime. “Hell, why should they?” Evan thought more than once while trying to educate his class on Stalin’s regime as simply as possible. They’d inherit their fortunes soon enough – work and intellect were not an issue or interest for many of them.
Cassidy wasn’t much of a perfect student either. She was a loud mouth and obviously had a lot of teen power amongst her peers. She turned sixteen last June. He remembered her birthday thanks to the wild mob of jocks barging in on his Monday-morning class to bring Cassidy roses. She was popular, thanks to her many millions and her stunning beauty. The latter was quite a distraction as she sat right in front of him 3 times a week.
“What is your obsession with knives anyway?” he asked, while studying the blade of the knife before putting it back in its rightful place in the drawer. Cassidy shrugged. “Don’t know, I just like them… Maybe that kinda started a couple of years ago when I accidentally cut my brother when we were fooling around. Sharp things are just… fun.” Evan stepped back towards the girl again, locking her swinging legs against the cupboards. “You’re a sick girl, you know that? And we do not say ‘kinda’, we say ‘kind of’.” His reply was another grin. “I know, I know… so how about that wodka?” Evan laughed. “I’m not giving you any alcohol, young lady!” He laughed even harder looking at her pouty face which had turned to the ground. He gently lifted her head back up with his hand.
“I’ll give you someone else if you behave though…” She looked back at him, slowly forming a naughty smile. “What would that be then, Teach?” Evan felt a spasm in his pants. She hated being called ‘Cassy’ and in return she had named Evan ‘Teach’. However, this had the opposite effect. By now she knew his weak spots well. He moved one of his hands towards her leg, crossing over it towards her thigh. She jumped by the ticklish sensation. Evan stopped his exploring and looked at her giggly face with a straight face. “Now Cassidy, sit still or I’ll have to punish you.” She snickered and spread her legs a little wider before holding still. Evan moved his hand towards the near piece of underwear. “Good girl.”
His hands now reached a soft cotton fabric under the skirt. He loved that subtile distinction between the little rich girls and trailertrash. Trailertrash wore cotton wool and cheap elastic bands for thongs. Rich girls felt different… they wouldn’t settle for anything less than silk and soft, expensive cotton. He wasn’t about to waste too much time on a piece of fabric though, knowing what was hidden behind it. He shoved the underwear aside gently.
While indulging Cassidy in a long, deep kiss he not-so-gently forced his indexfinger inside her still fairly dry pussy. She squeeled and withdrew her face from his. “The fuck?”, she yelled while looking at her teacher slightly pissed off. “Can’t you check if I’m wet first?” He kept his finger well dug inside of her. “Then I suggest you get wet faster” he shrugged indifferently. With a fair amount of friction he moved his finger in and out of her slowly. She wasn’t about to let him continue to do so for long. Locking her legs she pulled his hand off her body irritated.
Evan didn’t justify her defensive behaviour with a reply and simply forced her legs apart again, pulling her towards him harshly. The rough movement caused Cassidy to fall backwards and hit her head on the window. She reached for the pained spot with a groan, while Evan pulled her skimpy top and bra up, revealing a bare chest and a pair of beautiful breasts. She had a C-cup with impeccable round pink nipples which, so Evan already knew, rose to a very decent size when stimulated properly.
He leaned forward taking one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking lightly while moving his right hand to play with the other one. Tweaking it he finally got the reaction he wanted and felt them grow harder and longer by his touch. His sucking got rougher, occaisonally giving a teasing nibble. His left hand went back under her skirt. She had started to lubricate herself now, as his finger slipped in with greater ease than before, causing the girl to gasp. “Are you going to behave now or should I just stop here?” he asked with a sly smile. Her cheeks started to color slightly red. Cassidy nodded and spread her legs wider; answering equally teasing “Will you shut up and fuck me already? I gotta go in 20 minutes.” Evan smiled. “Fucking you? You weren’t behaving just then, were you? I think I’ll just have to punish you by not fucking you today.” Cassidy shot up with a yell. “What? Oh come on! I told you I…”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Evan interrupted her rudely by a slap in the face. “I think I made my point clear. Now lay back down and stay down, you spoiled little bitch.” She gave him a very distinct ‘fuck you’ look but remained silent. Evan was surprised by her submissiveness today. He knew her to be quite different. With that thought he felt like stretching his limits – and stretching something else while at it. He put a second finger on the moist entrance, moving it inside of her gently. Cassidy had relaxed her face and leaned on her arms to hold her body up, letting the window support her head while laying back on his kitchencounter comfortably. As Evan moved his thumb up to tease the little round button she let out a soft moan, closing her eyes contently.
This was his queue to test her for today. Without any sort of warning he inserted the other two and forcefully pushed his four fingers inside as far as possible. He felt the edges of her entrance tighten up around his hand. He had been wanting to fist fuck her for a while now, but her vagina was as stubborn as she was herself. His hands weren’t small either. He figured that with a good amount of force it should be able to stretch enough to let his entire hand in, but Cassidy had made him pay for every time he tried to use her as a piece of elastic. Today wasn’t any different.
Her hand hit him with a loud slap and a coloured print formed on his cheek as she sat up straight. “I fucking told you to stop fucking try to rip me in half, stupid fuck!” Evan rubbed his cheek laughing. Luckily she wasn’t as submissive as he thought. “And I told you to stop saying ‘fuck’ so many times.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically while locking her legs again. Evan figured he tested her enough for today. He didn’t want her to be late either, as much he liked to have her at his disposal for a longer time.
He kissed her once and rubbed his slippery index finger, which had resided inside her wet pussy moments earlier, on her lower lip. He moved it inside her mouth softly while looking at her determined, warning her silently not to pull off any tricks. She held still. “Are you waiting for a hard copy of my permission? Start sucking.” Closing her lips around his fingers, he felt her tongue dance on his skin, cleaning every last drop of her juices. “Good girl, if I had any stickers I would’ve given you one” he grinned sarcastically. “Fuck you” was the only reply he got. His second offer was of a different nature. “Or shall I eat you out instead?”
He met the eyes of a slightly insulted beauty who kept her mouth shut. “Say it.” Evan said mockingly. He had too much fun seeing her a whole lot less cocky as she was during the week in class. Cassidy sat up straight and stretched her arm, digging her nails in his skull and pushing his head down in silence. He decided to oblige and fell to his knees. He teased her enough for now. Pushing up her skirt, he forced her to lay back so he was able to slide off her underwear. He loved the smell and heat which came his way. “The only part of her which is sweet” he thought with a grin before moving his face closer.
He kissed her thighs before moving to the side to kiss her clit. He did so again, this time sucking it a little. He continued to kiss the rest of her pussy, contently licking off the juice left behind on his lips. He loved her taste and he wanted more. Evan let his tongue slide out his mouth moving it over the length of her pussy up towards her clit. He straddled her thighs, seeing more moist escape the little hole and her lips turning deep red. Moving back in, he started licking and sucking her clit more, while moving two fingers back in and out.
Evan knew he had to work her a little faster than usual, as they had about 10 minutes left before she had to leave. He had enough confidence in himself to still give her a mindblowing orgasm within that time. His motions became rougher. He heard Cassidy moan equally louder while her breathing sped up. He could vaguely see how she started to caress her breasts and nipples. He felt his cock push against his pants painfully and cursed himself for not obliging to fuck her. But he had to be strict. After all, he had to teach the little bitch whose boss.
His suction turned stronger while he let his tongue move little circles around the swollen little bud. She spasmed everytime he crossed the button. He felt wetness slide down his fingers and he was positive some was dripping on his clean kitchen floor. Cassidy was moaning loud enough for anyone in the house to hear, luckily they were the only ones in. ´Come already, damn brat” Evan growled at her in his mind while slamming his fingers inside of her, moving to her g-spot.
It had the wanted effect. Evan felt all her muscles tighten around his fingers just before another stream of wetness escaped her during an orgasm, which could have easily been heard by the neighbours with the amount of noise she made. He licked up the remaining juices, swallowing them contently before moving away from her. Cassidy lay back on the counter for a moment catching her breath again. Evan took a clean kitchen towel and threw it on top of her. “Clean yourself up” he yelled back while grabbing both of their coats in the hallway.
When he came back Cassidy sat up straight, rubbing the cloth over her still red and pleased pussy. She threw the soiled towel back at him teasingly. He caught it but let it fall down; he had more to clean up from the floor later anyway. She got off the counter and stepped back in her underwear, then straightening her clothes. “Hurry it up, will you? You said you had to leave quarter to and it’s now nearly ten to, because of your little beautysession.” Cassidy ignored his nagging. She put her hair back up in a neat ponytail using the window for a mirror before turning to him.
“Can you drive me to ballet class? Else I’m going to be late…” she pouted. Evan smiled, he saw that one coming. “Sure. Let’s go.” He put on his coat which he took out together with hers, seen as he already expected her to ask him for a ride. He turned in the doorway to see what took her. He caught her gulping down a big sip of the wodka he had put away for her earlier. She met his punishing eyes with another breathtaking smile and walked past him towards the door. He followed her, rolling his eyes.
Besides the casual sex, Evan en Cassidy shared an extraordinary friendship. Which had started in any even more extraordinary way….

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The Preacher and His wife

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Plaything #1

Her online master had given her a few tasks. Her family would be in and out of the house all day, which made it even hotter for her. She had her own room and bathroom luckily, so she had some privacy. Her first rule as she woke up and went online to talk to her master was to lock her door and strip.
She did so and sat down naked in front of her computer. This was the first time she was doing something like this so she was very excited. Next, she was to acquire a few binder clips, some hair clips, string, markers, a cucumber, vaseline, hair brush, rubber bands and her used panties from the day before. Most of the things she had in her room already, except for the cucumber which was in the kitchen and her used panties which were in the laundry room in the basement.
It was quite early and no one else had woken up in her house, but they would soon enough. Her master made her get everything in her room first and place it on her bed. Then he told her to take a black sharpie and write “Fuckhole #1” on her pussy, “Fuckhole #2” on her ass, and “Slutty tit #1” and “Slutty tit #2” on each of her breasts. She did so and master admired her handiwork. Then it was time for her to sneak out of her room and into the kitchen and laundry room to gather the rest of her items.
Her heart raced as she stuck her head out of her bedroom door, hearing for anyone waking up. The house was quiet so she ran out and practically fell down the stairs in her hurry. Her small but pert 34b tits bounced around as she ran into the kitchen and found the largest cucumber she could. Then she went down into the chilly basement which made her nipples hard and fished out her used panties, buried beneath dirty clothes.
Her scent still fresh on her panties, she held both items in her hands and ran back upstairs, almost tripping into her room as she heard someone’s door open. She practically slammed her door shut in fear, scared that someone would see her in her nude glory, and even worse, all that she had written on her.
Her master was quite pleased with her as she sat the remaining items down on her bed and placed her laptop by her pillow. It was time for her to begin her tasks. First she was to take the rubber band and snap it on her nipples 10 times each. She was whimpering by the end of it, her nipples so sore and painful. But that was only the beginning.
Then she had to place one binder clip on each nipple, racking up the pain ten times. Her tits were in agony as the binder clips pinched her already pained teats. She had tears in her eyes but she left the clips on. Next she was ordered to get her pussy sopping wet by watching some porn chosen by her master while fingering herself. In no time at all there was a dark spot on her bed underneath her.
Deciding she was ready, master ordered her to sit back, spread her legs and pussy open, and begin inserting the large cucumber. She pushed her laptop opposite the backboard she was leaning against and began inserting the vegetable. It was humongous and stretched her hole wide as it went in inch by inch. All the while her nipples pained her, even a slight shake bringing tears to her eyes. It took some time but eventually she had most of the cucumber in.
Then the master told her to waddle to her door with the cucumber in, unlock it, and open it about an inch. He wanted her to feel a sense of fear and possible humiliation if she were to be caught. She came back and sat down on the cucumber which was lodged into her tightly.
Next she had to lube up the handle of the hairbrush with some vaseline. Her ass facing her laptop screen, she twisted and turned it till it slid in all the way. Then she had to stuff her used panties into her mouth, which she dutifully sucked dry of her old juices.
Next came the string. She had to tie some to each clip on her tits, and the other end to each opposing thumb. This was done while she was on all fours facing the door. So her thumbs string was each tied to the opposite sides nipple. She placed the laptop between the door and her. Her master told her to stay like this for one whole hour, not moving one muscle.
So she stayed in that position for the next 60 minutes. The door ajar, she on all fours with her clipped tits painfully stretched by each thumb by string, a large cucumber in her pussy, and a hairbrush handle in her asshole. The cucumber almost slipped out once, but she was able to clench her pussy tightly and keep it in. Her nipples were painfully stretched towards her thumbs the whole time, and she knew that it would be difficult to wear a bra for the next week or so. Her family members walked past her door a few times as well, making her heart speed up in fear, but no one walked in on her.
The 60 minutes finally ended with her master telling her to get on her knees and untie her nipples before taking out the cucumber, hair brush and panties. He made her put on her used panties and give herself a mega wedgie, the material being forced into her ass and pussy. Her pussy lips obscenely jutted out on each side of the fabric, just the way her master liked it.
Then her master asked her when her brother would leave for the day. It would be one more hour until he left for work. Master told her that they would be having some fun in her brothers room today then. First though, she had to do a bit more writing on herself.
Sitting down with her wedgie going deeper into her pussy, she wrote underneath each tit, “Brother’s little fucktoy” and “Horny little sister.” That done, Master made her watch some porn till her brother left, then she had to take her laptop to her brothers room.
Closing the door and setting the laptop down on his bed, she took up a position opposite the screen. “You can take the panties off slut, I want you to stuff them into a corner of his underwear drawer so he can smell you every time he takes something out.” The panties were completely soaked in the crotch and smelled strongly, so she stuffed them deep into a drawer corner and covered it up with some boxers.
“Does your brother have a console controller somewhere?” her master then asked and she looked around before responding, “Yes master, he has two by his TV.”
“Good, I want you to masturbate with a controller while you think about your brother till you cum, the longer you take, the more likely it is that you’ll get caught.”
With wide eyes, she ran to grab one before sitting down in front of the laptop on her brothers bed with her legs spread wide.
“Hmmm, wait slut!”
The console stopped mere inches away from her pussy lips. “I want to make this a bit more fun and humiliating. I want you to run back to your room and grab those cuffs I got you, but leave the key behind. Also get your butt plug and nipple clamps with string attached. When you get back, leave the door unlocked with it open two inches. Hurry back!”
With a groan, she leapt off the bed and stuck her head out the door, taking a second to make sure no one was walking by before running into her room and getting everything and running back with it, leaving the door two inches apart as well.
“Good slut, now put that butt plug up your ass, clamps on your nipples with each string end attached to a bed pole behind you, and lastly handcuff yourself. The controller should be under your pussy so you can hump it.”
Listening, she got her large butt plug painfully shoved into her asshole before clamping her nipples tightly and tying a string end to each bed pole behind her. It was quite taut and stretched her nipples to the sides. Before handcuffing herself, she got herself into a position where she could rub her pussy against the controller. Lastly, she cuffed her hands behind her back and started to masturbate. Her master taunted and scared her as she tried to cum desperately.
“Imagine if someone were to walk in? Maybe your brother? You’d have to rip those nipple clamps off as you ran off to your room, but you’d leave me behind to chat with him, wouldn’t you? I’d be fast if I were you!”
Her heart sped up with images of being found out, and she was momentarily distracted from her task.
“Well, I’m not that mean, so I’ll speed you along with some fantasies. I’m sure you’re a horny enough slutty pig that you wouldn’t hesitate to ride your brothers morning wood if I asked you to, wouldn’t you? You’d even handcuff yourself so he’d be free to play with your tits, already having writing on them describing what you wanted him to do to you.”
The girls heart started to speed up and her pussy got wetter as she grinded her clit onto the controller, imagining her brothers cock going deep inside of her.
“You’d tell him that now you are his personal pig slut and you’ll service him any way any time. Of course, he’s just as kinky as you are, and would have you fulfill his wildest fantasies of dominance. I’d give him ideas too of course. You’d make a few hot pornos titled “Brother gives it to his sister,” and people wouldn’t know that it was really real.”
The controller was soaking wet at this point, juices running down it onto the bed sheets. Moans and groans were coming from the girl, heavy with lust. With how fast she was humping the controller, she was pulling her nipples tightly.
“Oh, and I’d make sure you’d walk around with a load of his cum in your pussy and ass all day, every day.”
And that was enough to make the girl cum, moaning as she squirted onto the controller and bed sheets. Her master watched silently as she milked the last of her orgasm by rubbing her clit on the controller. Finally she was finished and waited quietly, panting.
“Good job slut, you managed to cum thinking about fucking your brother and without getting caught! It’s time for you to go now.”
“Thank you master for letting me cum,” the girl responded before realizing that to get free she would have to painfully pull her nipples from the clamps that were on her. Gritting her teeth, she leaned forward suddenly. Unfortunately for her, both clamps got stuck on a tiny bit of flesh, hurting her even further. She jiggled till one was free, then the other.
Now free, she ran to her room with her cuffed hands to un-cuff them before running back to clean up and grab her things. Her master had a last few words before leaving her for the day.
“Leave the writing on you all day, and every hour I want a picture of all of the following: your pussy lips, your clit, your hole with your brush handle shoved all the way in, your asshole with your brush handle shoved all the way in, and your tits with a clamp on each nipple. And if I text you back in that hour, I want you to strip completely, put the clamps on your nipples, and send me a video of you fucking yourself to an orgasm with your hairbrush.” With that, he signed off.
She had a few things to do today as it was already noon, so she packed her things into a small purse before putting on a skirt with no panties and a t-shirt for ease of access for her pictures and video. Then she left to go to the grocery store. By the time she was back in her car it almost an hour, but she didn’t have time to get back home, so she stopped at a nearby fast food place and went to the bathroom.
Locking the stall door at the farthest end of the bathroom, she quickly rolled up her skirt and pushed her t-shirt and bra up as well. The clamps went on first, painfully pinching her sensitive flesh, turning it red. Then she took out her hairbrush and began teasing her pussy till it was wet enough to slide the handle into. She took out her phone and took a picture of her tits, her stuffed pussy, and her clit. Then the wet handle slid out of her pussy and she bent over a little to tease her puckered hole open. It took some time as she didn’t have any lube on her, but with the help of her pussy juices she was able to shove the handle inside. Then she took the last picture and sent them all to her master.
To be continued…

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Routine Questioning

It was an hour before midnight when they picked her up. The black and white van glided up behind her as she stood waiting for a bus. They took her gently, one officer holding each arm, like escorts.
She started to ask a question and one of the voices beside her said, “This is just a routine questioning.”
Sitting on the floor of the van she felt her heart hammering in the absolute darkness. The walls and floor were padded and the sound of the street moving underneath her was hushed. The van stopped and the doors opened. The night sky had been taken away and replaced with brightly lit walls, ceiling. The night wind had been changed into air that never blew.
Again two men took her by the arms; they passed quickly from the painful white light of the big underground garage into a room with no light. A few steps inside a spotlight snapped on, its white cone shining straight down to where it cut a brilliant dot on the floor. It made the darkness seem blacker; a thickness into which a man need only step to become invisible.
“Stand in the light,” an invisible man beside her spoke.
“Stand with your feet on the marks.”
“But, what…” she began.
“Put your feet on the marks.”
“To do so she had to spread her long legs, stand with her feet uncomfortably wide apart. When her feet were on the marks the hands released her arms. She stood in the shower of light for several minutes. Nothing happened.
“What’s going on?” No answer.
When someone finally spoke to her it was a new voice and it came from the blackness somewhere in front of her. Close.
“Your name is Claudine Briodin.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” Her voice sounded small. It was becoming hard to breathe through the fear.
Hands took hold of her wrists, large male hands. Two more hands started unbuttoning her blouse.
“No, please…don’t…I…wait…”
She couldn’t move her arms so she twisted her shoulders from side to side, trying to avoid the working hands.
“Hold still.” The hands pushed the blouse back over her shoulders and she was bare to the waist. The hands dropped to the zipper of her skirt.
She was crying now, softly, to herself.
Her skirt dropped to the floor and the hands slipped her panties down. She was told to step out of the clothes piled around her feet, and she did, numbly, letting the automatic motions she used every night do the final stripping of her body for these invisible strangers. The hands released her wrists.
“Put your feet on the marks.” Her bare feet stepped out, sideways. They left her standing there for several minutes, naked, legs spread.
Ten years of anti-terrorist lawmaking, a decade of growing police powers have brought me right here, to this place, Claudine told herself as she waited, trembling. The nuclear bombing of the Statue of Liberty last year gave the mad dogs one last push of frenzy…and the Routine Questioning laws.
She felt the pressure first against her bare ass, then something pressed softly at her shoulders, then calves, heels, back of head. She moved, started to step forward away from the pressure.
“Lean back.”
The hands took her wrists again and pressed them into soft cuffs at her sides. Wide padded cuffs were wrapped around her ankles. They have manacled me to a padded wall, her racing mind told her.
The wall started to tip slowly backward. When her feet left the floor her body weight put hard pressure on the cuffs and they dug into her arms and legs. The wall tipped faster and the pressure shifted to her ass and then ass, shoulders, back, legs, and she was lying flat. Her chest felt like she had been breathing steam and her legs were trembling visibly. Claudine tried to stop shaking but she no longer had any control over her hysterical muscles.
“Now, Claudine, we want you to answer a few questions for us.” The voice was smooth, deadly, coming from somewhere beside her in the blackness. She lay on the table. Waiting.
“What is your address, Claudine?”
“My identification…” Her faint voice cracked. It was a small timid squeak that made her angry with herself, her fear.
“We have your identification, Claudine. What is your address?”
“3133 Coachman Lane.”
“How long?”
“There? Three years.”
“Before that?”
“College. Dormitory.”
“Which college, Claudine?”
“State.”
“Take any ecology classes, Claudine?”
Oh, God no, here it comes!
“Claudine?”
“Only required courses,” she said slowly, each word sounding like a sentence.
“Who do you live with at 3133 Coachman Lane, Claudine?”
No!
“Claudine…you haven’t answered my question.” The voice was beside her head now.
No no no, oh no. Oh David!
The voice didn’t ask again.
She waited for it to start. She knew, her chest knew by the fire in it, that they would start doing things to her now. She closed her eyes. This will be the last time I can rest…take these few moments…
Her eyes jumped open when the padded table began to move, contract. Slowly it was pushing her ankles up toward he body. She watched her knees rise, tip, spread. Saw the ankles moving wider apart, legs opening. In the cone of light her body was ghostly white.
Oh my God no! No no no no. A wave of adrenalin washed through her body, warming the inside while her skin felt cold, so cold.
Then she felt the touch. Lightly at first on the stiff hair. Then rubbing slowly, pressing, opening the dry bristly hair to find wetness underneath. Something started echoing in the distance, something she didn’t want to hear.
The hair was stiff now only at the top. Lower it was softer now, wet. The table moved, spread her legs wider, separating the lips.
She was crying now, in hard sobs, her chest heaving as though it was trying to throw out the burning by the force of its convulsions. Her head was turned, cheek against the table. Tears ran down into her nostrils, were sucked in. She began to choke.
She felt the one-fingered touch on the soft skin inside the crook of her elbow. The finger pressed down and a needle bit through to a vein, stayed, was taped in place. Then she felt a finger stroke the inside of her other arm.
Cramped muscles unclenched, moved in the other direction, stretched, then rested. Her body was relaxing. Her breathing slowed down, the pounding of her heart becoming a sigh.
They’re giving me something, A drug.
The stroking continued its slow work, making sure she stayed wet.
Her eyes started to drift shut when she saw something move into the light. It entered the brilliant cone several yards above her feet, dropping toward her stomach. It moved with an awkward precision like a mechanical hand inside a radioactive room. This hand had only one finger.
It glided down toward her knees and before it disappeared below the rise of her belly she saw that a red light had winked on at its tip. She heard the echoing sound again and this time she knew it. It was her voice, screaming.
“No! Please! Wait…please!!”
She twisted her hips to the left and the probe swung to follow. She tried to twist back to the right but the table firmed, tightening under her, holding her hips still. Oh Jesus oh…now…it’s going to happen to me right now!
The probe stopped. She could feel her pubic hair rise up and touch it when she breathed. She tightened her stomach muscles, tried to stop breathing. Tightened her butt and tried to pull down and away from it.
Oh David david david david. Help me David.
The probe touched her. It began stroking, then lightly plowing the furrow of her lips with such a delicate touch.
Claudine’s flanks were icy with sweat that glued her skin to the table. Suddenly a new warmth spilled into her body. She was hit by a spasm that clenched her stomach muscles and locked her jaws together. It flowed away leaving her unfolding from the cramp, blooming…so high…so high…
And as she opened, the probe entered her. Her ass had lifted from the table as she pushed her hips up. The probe slid down the length of her lips, dipped and slipped smoothly into her vagina.
It was known officially as a sophisticated interrogation device, but its operators had given the specialized computer a name. They called it ADAM, for Automated Deflowering And Molesting. Its purpose was to bring a female to the point of orgasm and keep her there. It listened to Claudine Briodin’s heartbeat, felt the moisture on her skin, knew her internal temperature. It fed her amphetamine to increase her irritability, synthetic fraction of THC to heighten her sense of touch, mescaline derivatives to sharpen her erotic perception. The penetration probe was controlled by streams of data coming from sensors in her wrist and ankle cuffs.
She knew what was happening, but it was all down there so far below her mind…and it felt so good.
“Ohhhhh.” It was the smallest sound.
Slowly ADAM changed the cone of light, making it warmer.
Her head began to turn from side to side in time with the stroking as it became quicker. Incoming data to ADAM to it her breathing had changed to a heavy working rhythm. In response it widened the probe.
“Ho..Gh…Ghod…puh…lees…”
Oh, God, my name is Claudine, please be gentle!
“Hih…hih…huhn…hn…”
The probe grew longer, fatter, and warmer.
“Oh! Oh…oh…oh…mmmm.”
She felt her body try to arch, push her pelvis up against the sweet pressure.
“Nice skinny hips,” ADAM’s operator said to a coworker three floors above the interrogation room, watching a television monitor. “I like her kind of body. They look more naked when you can see the hip bones under the skin. The fat ones look like they’re still covered up after you strip ’em.”
A new drug was pushing into her veins and Claudine could feel its effects. Bright colored sparks flashed behind her eyelids when she blinked.
“Ah haaaaaaaah! Oh, yesss…yes yes yes.”
The swollen probe was gliding in and out, oiled by her wetness, at just the right speed, with just enough force. She barely felt the table move, readjust her. Dimly she felt the cheeks of her ass being moved apart. Her eyes popped open as she felt something, another probe, begin to nuzzle her tight circle of flesh.
“Who do you live with, Claudine?”
She didn’t know if the voice was real or in her head.
She felt pressure against her anal sphincter and a spurt of something, lubricant, then a terrible pushing, shoving as an object far too big invaded her rectum.
She screamed for a long time.
When she woke she could tell that thing was still up her ass. The probe in her vagina was still there, too, but not moving now. She was cold again.
“Claudine…” The voice was right beside her ear, so close it startled her and she wrenched against her bonds.
“Tell us now and it will be over. Who do you live with?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m afraid it’s the other way around, Claudine.” With a snap the blunt tube up her ass extended rings of sharp spikes. She stopped screaming when her tears ran into her mouth, filling her throat. The spiked tube began to move, just slightly, in and out. Finally her screams became the name David.
They let her rest. Then the voice came again.
“You didn’t tell us his last name, Claudine.”
“No, no, please…I told you what you asked. Please!”
The spikes snapped back into the shaft and it pulled quickly out of her. Her sigh of relief became a moan.
A new chemical, or an old one she had forgotten, spread numbness up her arms and she slept.
She was wakened by the probe in her vagina.
It was warm, heating her inside, starting to move slowly in and out. And it moved…so…nice!
It’s the chemicals. I don’t really want this. It’s…so nice…
“Is David a green panther, Claudine?”
“Noooo…” becoming a moan.
“Has he ever blown up freeways? A pulp mill? Refineries, auto plants?”
“I told youooooo…”
So nice now. The drugs…
“Does David know anyone who is a green panther? Claudine? Are you listening?”
A sudden jolt of amphetamine and synthetic adrenalin.
“NO!!”
The voice quiet against her shout…”Are you lying to me, Claudine?”
The probe stopped its delicious work.
“NO!”
Wetly, the probe withdrew. Her body screamed with the chemically induced need they had given her. A monkey on my crotch, she thought, giggling to herself.
I’m empty!
“Does David know any ecology guerrillas, Claudine? Give me a name.”
“No. I can’t…”
“Can’t what, Claudine?”
“I need…”
“Need what, Claudine?”
Oh please, please! I need…I need…”
Her hips writhed in the echoes of the stilled rhythm. She could not open her eyes.
“What do you need, Claudine?” The voice was close beside her head.
“I need…it…” Her voice was fading.
“Tell me what you need, Claudine. Say it!”
“I neeeed…”
“What, Claudine?”
A whisper. “The machine.”
“What do you want it to do to you, Claudine?”
“Ohhh, put it back in me, please. Please please please please.”
“The names of your friends, quickly Claudine.”
The probe began to trace a narrow oval, touching her lips like a light breeze.
Quickly, hysterically, she rattled off names.
The probe, no longer gentle, rammed into her as a swirl of THC exploded up her arm and into her brain, out along her nerves and into her clitoris.
She was no longer empty.
She floated. Somewhere very far away her hips were working, her body slippery with sweat. She glided. At last she lay serene, soaking, bathing in pleasure like warm water.
“They love it,” the attendant three stories up said to his bored pal. “Beg for it…don’t want it to stop.”
“Uhh.”
“Remember that girl they picked up…she was on acid and wine. Went nuts. Wanted to go to work for us if she could get back on the machine.”
“ADAM rules.”
“Right, Butthead.”
At 55 minutes of rippling orgasmic peaks, ADAM sense that possible heart damage might result if Claudine was kept at climax. He flooded her system with sedative, slowly withdrew the probe. She urinated for more than two minutes.
In the upstairs room a computer terminal dumped a hard copy profile of her sexual response patterns…more intimate knowledge of her wants and needs, her pleasures, than any of her lovers had ever known.
The table was wet from her. The probe entered her again, injected a speck the size of a pepper grain into her vaginal wall, discharged a stream of cloudy thick fluid that would leak slowly for the next hour. And withdrew.
Three floors up the attendant saw the green surveillance blip wink into life. “That one won’t send for a while,” he said. “When old ADAM screws ’em they don’t want human dick for weeks.” Laughter. The transmitter planted in her vaginal wall would send Claudine’s location every time she had intercourse.
She lay drained, muscles pushed hours past their exhaustion points. Her naked body shook with shudders she couldn’t control. She was cold again.
ADAM began feeding her. Vitamins, caffeine, swirls of nutrients.
Her arms and legs were freed and they helped her sit up, bare legs dangling from the edge of her torture table. A hand reached into the light and put her clothes beside her.
Needles shot up through her feet when she stepped down. That was how she knew she had been there, on the table, a long time. She dressed slowly. Hands at her elbows led her across the room, into a hall with dim lights. At its end, a door. She shrank back, afraid. A hand at the small of her back gave a gentle push, the door opened, and she was standing on the street.
Claudine cringed, afraid the people walking past her on the morning sidewalk would know where she had been…what she had done. What had been done to her.
They must know, they must look at me and be able to see me spread out in there.
It was only early morning but the day felt used, soiled. Exhaust fumes blew in her face, the sunshine looked dirty.
Across the street a giant billboard shouted the President’s re-election slogan: WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY.
The bus stop was right in front of her and Claudine put her hand into the pocket of her coat, pulling out her transfer.

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Fantasm

Abusive Ex

Marendallas Apartments, Gold Coast, Queensland.
The sun beat down on my shoulders as I jogged on the spot warming up my muscles. A young man sat on a recliner by the pool staring openly at my tanned legs.
“Can I help you?”
He looked up at me his grin faltered by my expression.
“Um nah.”
I stuck my Bluetooth device in my ear and began my jog down the tree-shrouded footpath to the outside of the hotel.
“You have 3 messages” the electronic voice buzzed in my ear.
“Message one received today at 7.20 am”
“Hi angel its your mother…”
I zoned out and concentrated on my breathing as I turned down the well-worn track towards the beach.
“Second message” The voice continued. “Received today at 7.05 am”
“Katie its Alex you have to call me right away Its James he’s escaped from home detention you need to get somewhere safe right now. Please Katie you know it’s you he’s after I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you. Please oh my god Katie just call me as soon as you get this.”
From the first words my heart had frozen in my chest and my legs locked me in place. People walking by gave me dirty looks as they tried to walk around me.
I struggled to breathe as my head tried to get around this information.
My ex fianc?ames Marshall had been in jail for the past 4 years before being released to the strictest home detention for what was supposed to be another 2 years. The reason for imprisonment? Sexual and physical domestic abuse.
“Third message” The voice continued. “Received today at 5.40 am”
A chill ran down my back as I recognized the voice on the end of the line.
“Katie pie.” The cold voice said. “You there baby? I’ve been thinking about you everyday. Every single day you had me rotting in that cell you were on my mind baby cakes. But don’t worry I’m out now and Ill see you very soon. In fact I just touched down at Brisbane airport.” His cold laugh ran through the phone and his voice changed. “Are you scared? You should be you little bitch cos when I get to you your guna wish you were never born”
I sagged against the wall as the message ended.
“Are you alright?” a stranger asked his face contorted with concern.
“Don’t touch me!” I shrieked batting away his outstretched hand.
“Fuck lady calm down”
But I was already gone running as fast as I could back towards the apartment.
“Alex its me I got your message I’m going back to the apartment to get some stuff then Ill come down to the station. Please call me back as soon as you get this. I’m scared.”
I pounded through reception and bashed my hand against the elevator button.
The elevator dinged and I jumped in. Shit shit shit why was this happening to me. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes stared back at me, frightened underneath my long dark messy hair. What was I going to do?
The elevator dinged again and I got out running silently down the hall. I paused at the door and put my ear to it.
I couldn’t hear anything so I carefully swiped the door key and tiptoed into the apartment.
I froze as there was a thud behind me and I turned slowly.
“Hey Katie Pie.” The voice from the message said as the owner stepped from the shadows in front of the door.
I whimpered and stumbled backwards over the coffee table.
He grinned at me, his eyes small mean slits in his tanned face as he approached me.
“How have you been baby? Me, I haven’t been so good. I’ve been hearing all sorts of shit while I was inside. Stuff like my girl getting with a cop. What’s all that about?”
His face suddenly turned hard as he leaned in and grabbed me by my singlet, wrenching me to his face.
“What the fuck is that about?”
“I’m not your girl.” I whispered wildly scrambling at his fingers.
His face contorted as he lifted me up and slammed me against the window, pinning me with his body.
“You are my girl you fucking bitch.”
Then he released his fingers and clenched my hands pinning them with one of his above my head.
“Please don’t James please can we just talk?” I asked uselessly, struggling under his weight.
“What makes you think I wana talk? 4 years and no visits can leave a man very lonely hon.” He sighed longingly and ran his other hand down over my breasts and stomach down between my legs. “Fuck Katie do you know how much I’ve been thinking about you… And your body?”
“Get the fuck off me!” I screamed flinching away from his intruding hands. “Don’t touch me you sick fuck!”
He bared his teeth angrily and shoved his mouth over mine ramming his tongue between my teeth while his other hand started pulling my shorts down my legs.
I screamed around his tongue and frantically tried to push him off me to no avail. My tiny 5’6” frame was no opponent to his 6 feet 3 inches of strong muscle.
He laughed around mouth and picked me up off the wall one had under my arse the other holding the back of my head.
“Where’s the bedroom baby?” he asked mockingly as he headed towards it.
“Let go of me you arsehole!” I shrieked bashing my fists against his head and chest “Help me! Help memfff-“
My mouth was suddenly covered with his big hand as he flung us onto the bed, me trapped underneath.
“Shut your mouth you stupid bitch.” He said uncaringly, pulling handcuffs out of his pocket.
“Fuck you, you fucking cunt your not going to get away with this the cops will be over here any minute.” I said triumphantly as he clicked the handcuffs around my wrists behind the bedpost.
He laughed and leaned forward. “Is that so? I sent some of my boys over to your pig boyfriend’s house. So Id be careful what you say to me.”
“No.” I said shaking my head fearfully.
“Yes.” He nodded gleefully. “Its just you and me Katie Pie all day long.”
“No!” I started to scream again but he covered my mouth in masking tape.
I shook my head at him as he loomed over me tears spilling from my eyes.
His face turned hard again.
“If your guna fuck a pig I’ll treat you like a dog.”
He suddenly flipped me over, my wrists twisting against the handcuffs as I was suddenly on my stomach.
His hands slowly pulled down my shorts and panties as I thrashed around before he lay on my legs to keep them down.
My breath quickened and my eyes misted with tears as I felt his tongue on my ass cheek slowly circling closer and closer to the hole.
“I remember you used to like this baby. You never let me do anything else though. Maybe we can try something new today.” I felt his warm tongue probing my arse hole and I tried uselessly to move away.
“Mmm it tastes just like I remember it.” He continued pushing his tongue in and out against my tight hole before lifting my stomach up with his hand and flicking my clit.
I flinched reflexively and moaned in fear.
“Yea you like that don’t you, you little bitch.” He snarled moving up to my ear.
He flipped me back over and ripped my singlet off exposing my boobs in their flimsy bra.
“Fuck yea there just as good as I remember too.” He said and lent his head down to suck on my nipple. He wet the first two fingers on his hand and ripped my legs apart before shoving them up inside me.
I arched my back and tried to get away from him but he started pumping them in and out of me his mouth back on my nipple.
I screamed and screamed underneath the tape but he didn’t stop.
“I know you like it baby you used to beg me to do this.”
His other hand swiftly ripped the tape off my mouth.
“Beg me to finger fuck you. Beg me you whore do it.”
“No” I cried “Please stop James please.”
His hand whipped up and slapped me across the face.
“Beg me you stupid bitch.”
“Please..”
His eyes wild he slapped me again.
“Do it!” He roared.
My eyes were filled with tears and my cheek stung from the blows.
“Please.,.”
“Call me baby Katie Pie.”
“Please baby… finger fuck me.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
“Yes sweetness Ill do more then that.”
He head moved down and his mouth was on my clit twirling in warm, wet circles while his fingers moved furiously in and out of me as I sobbed.
Then his head moved lower and he lifted my legs up as he ran his tongue up and up down over my arsehole, slit and clit.
“I want you to cum baby cakes.” He whispered his breath hot against my clit which was swollen from the attention.
“I cant.” I said my voice came out strangled.
He bit down on one of my lips causing me to cry out.
“Just fucking cum!” He snarled licking me out furiously.
“I cant!” I cried, “Please I can’t baby.” I added.
He sighed angrily and sat up.
“Fucking bitch cant even cum. How long was I in prison you stupid bitch? I’m guna make you cum for every day I was in there.”
I eyed him fearfully as he pulled down his pants exposing his erect, throbbing member.
“You hungry Katie?” He asked smiling crazily.
I shook my head. “No baby I don’t want- James please”
But he grabbed my chin and forced my head up, rubbing it against his dick and balls.
“Suck me Katie. I want to come all over your tits. Do it or Ill call my boys and you can say laters to the pig.”
“No!” I gasped and he shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged around its length and tried in vain to pull away.
He grabbed my head and forced it down further. My eyes bulged and I started to bite down.
“This little piggy went to the market…” James began to sing as he started moving my head up and down his dick.
My heart sank in my chest and tears streamed from my eyes as I gave in letting him mouth fuck me with his dick.
“Uhh yea.” He groaned “Lick my balls Katie, taste them.”
He lifted his dick up and pushed my face into his balls. I gagged as I inhaled the musty sent and flicked my tongue up and down over them causing him to groan. I hated him so much but even more I hated myself. I should be stronger then this.
He moved my head back onto his dick and forced it down his throat. I concentrated on trying to breathe through my nose every time he pulled out a little. I knew he wouldn’t care if I choked to death.
As if sensing my thoughts he leaned forward and trapped my head between his pelvis and the bed frame, humping my face. I gagged on his dick and struggled to draw breath. Just when I thought I was going to pass out he pulled his dick out from my mouth and let me slump against the bed frame.
“Hey” he said slapping my face “Wake up sweet cheeks were just getting started.”
He flipped me over back onto my stomach making me shriek with pain as my wrists grated against the handcuffs.
“Shhh Katie or I’ll put something back in there to shut you up.”
“Please, I said groggily “I’ve got money you can have.”
“What the fuck!” He snarled wrapping one hand round my throat the other reaching down to pinch my clit. “I don’t want money you useless slut.”
I cried out with pain which only seemed to make him more angry.
“Shut the fuck up I’m sick of your whinging cant a man just fuck his girl for fuck sake?”
With one strong arm wrapped around my throat he heaved me up so that my body pressed against his and leant against me onto the bed frame. All the while his other hand rubbed my clit and fingered me roughly, rubbing my arsehole every now and then. I felt something push against my opening and tensed up automatically.
“A dick in your arse shouldn’t be too much for a dirty bitch like you.” He hissed.
“No!” I cried thrashing against him.
He laughed “Why, hasn’t your pig been in there yet?”
I began sobbing.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said wrapping the handcuffs around the bed frame.
I tried to stifle my sobs as he grabbed a pillow, shoving it under me.
I felt so exposed with my arse in the air. I felt his fingers on my ass and I automatically clenched up. He roughly squeezed my ass cheek causing me to cry out.
“Just relax.” He said before his tongue slowly licked over my puckered hole.
I felt his tongue stiffen up as he forced it inside me all the while rubbing my clit.
“Mmm you taste so sweet Katie.”
He straightened up and I felt his dick against my hole.
“Nooo Please, please, please,” I cried. “Please James. Please don’t you cant.”
“Ill do whatever the fuck I want Katie Pie.”
With that he pushed his dick slowly into my asshole. It felt so big and I knew it was going to hurt.
He suddenly pushed forward with all his weight slamming it into me. I screamed and screamed at the pain. It felt like nothing Id ever had before like I was literally ripped open. My mind was reeling and I couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the constant pressure and immense pain in my ass. He powered away grunting and moaning as he held onto my waist.
“Oh god Katie your so tight. I’m guna cum shit I’m guna cum.” He let out a slow moan and jerked around as he came in my ass.
I sobbed quietly as he collapsed on top of me.
“Phew that was great. How you feeling? Not very good I guess.” He snickered and rolled off me pulling his limp member from my ass.
“You should get cleaned up. I’ve got more planned with you.”
He clambered over me to the bedpost and turned the key in the lock of the handcuffs.
“Ill let you have a shower Katie Pie then we can try that again a bit later.”
I curled up into a ball clenching my ass cheeks. It felt like there was something still inside although I knew it wasn’t. It was just my arsehole being stretched so bad. The cum slowly drizzled out onto the bedspread.
“Come on.” He said, heaving me up.
The shower was one of those big open ones with no curtain just a hole in the floor. He set me down on the floor and began running water. It hit me cold at first then started to warm up.
“Come here baby.” He said pulling me to him. We sat on the floor and the warm water ran down our bodies as he held me close.
“I missed you so much.” He said and then his mouth was on mine, tounge forcing its way around my mouth. I tried to push him away but he grabbed one arm and trapped the other underneath me as he lay on top of me.
I jerked around trying to push him off me but he was too heavy.
His free hand moved down between my legs and roughly began pushing in and out of my pussy. The skin by my arse burned as his hand rubbed against it every time he moved inside of me.
Gathering my strength I heaved with all my might and he fell to the side on the cold tiles. I rolled onto my stomach and kicked him in the chest as hard as I could.
He let out a huge whoosh of air and clutched instinctively at his chest as I frantically crawled away.
“Fuckin bitch.” He spluttered clawing at my feet. I kicked out again then staggered upwards and half limped- half ran as fast as my sore ass would let me towards the front of the apartment.
I heard a crash behind me and then the air was knocked out of me as he tackled me to the ground. I tried to crawl away again but he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me towards him.
“No!. “I screamed bucking wildly “Get the fuck off me!”
“You fucking Bitch!” He roared wildly trying to grab my slippery body from under him. His hand reached into my wet air and he staggered backwards pulling me with him. I shrieked with pain as I felt a huge clump be pulled out .
“Im guna fucking teach you a lesson.” He screamed as he dragged me onto the couch. He pulled me around and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain and wheezed wildly. His hand suddenly slapped me in the face then he had both hands around by throat pushing me into the couch.
I could feel my face going red as I frantically hit at his arms. His face was contorted in rage as he pushed me deeper into the now wet leather. Just as my vision was starting to go dark he let go and pushed his half erect member into my mouth pumping wildly. I breathed erratically around it my body weak from exhaustion. I could feel it getting harder and harder in my mouth until he pulled it out and flipped me over so my boobs and head hung over the side of the couch. He twisted my nipples making me hoarsely cry out in pain.
“Yea that’s right you fucking slut I’m guna give you the hardest fuck you’ve ever had in your life.”
He pushed his dick into my pussy and thrusted as hard as he could. My body lifted up further up the couch so he leant on my back to keep me from moving. I sobbed and sobbed my voice wheezing from his weight and jerking each time he powered into me.
“Uhh.” He groaned his thrusts becoming harder still “Yea, yea, yea, fuck yea.”
Finally he came inside me and rolled off onto the floor.
“Phew that’s hard work. I think my boy needs a break.”
He stood up and dragged me back into the bedroom before handcuffing my hands behind my back at the foot of the bed. It was an awkward position. I couldn’t sit down because my wrists were tied too high but I wouldn’t be able to kneel for too long without my knees becoming sore.
He grabbed me roughly by the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch. He pushed his limp, cum covered dick into my mouth.
“Lick it clean bitch.” He demanded. Too tired to fight I obediently licked his dick clean the he lifted it up and pushed my mouth onto his balls. I licked them clean too while he moaned then he roughly pushed me away.
“I’m going to sleep now but I’m going to tie up that pretty mouth of yours since its not good for anything else.”
He pulled one of my long summer scarfs from off the door handle and wrapped it round my head, across my mouth so I was effectively gagged.
He stood back and admired me.
“Ahh that’s better.”
He then flicked the light off and climbed into bed.
I cried silently and knew that once he awoke it would begin all over again and it would be worse then before.

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