my life as a slave
This is a continuation of my last story picking up after I moved in with my mistress Denise, as her slave. I have already gave myself completely to her, and now I will help her get whatever she wants
This is a continuation of my last story picking up after I moved in with my mistress Denise, as her slave. I have already gave myself completely to her, and now I will help her get whatever she wants
This is story I wrote for my long distance girlfriend a while back. Changed her name in the story of course. Feel free to comment.
A post-apocalyptic world of sin and carnage. The only light to salvation rests within the confines of one ancient box, and the bleeding heart of an explorer who has lost it all.
a young boy gets drawn into something he could never imagine
Mandy just got back from shopping. She slammed the door hastily and ran to the window to see if the strange car, that had been following her from the local supermarket, was still in view. She looked around trying to scan the area for the black mercedes that had, not so discreetly, been tailing her for the past 20 minutes. When she was satisfied that it was nowhere in sight, she sat on the sofa and sighed with relief. The same car had been tailing her for the past week and she wasn’t sure why. She had also been getting anonymous phone calls where she would hear heavy breathing and they would just hang up.
Mandy was a slim, red-haired girl with blue eyes and freckles covering most of her perfectly proportioned body. She had a pretty boring life. She worked in a bank and lived with her 16 year old son, Matt. Although she was 38, she had only been with 3 men and was now quite shy when it came to men. She had recently taken up a new night job at a local call centre which paid well and gave her a chance to express her fantasies and sensualities. She was still getting used to the idea of phone sex but she quite enjoyed that it was anonymous yet it gave her so much satisfaction. It was perfect since she was too shy whenever she had to talk to a guy in person and she could use the money for Matt’s education. She had now mastered the seductive voice which she used to entice the male or female callers. It had been only a month since she started and she felt she was becoming more aggressive and imaginative with the callers.
With the thought of the strange car still in her mind, Mandy quickly changed. She kissed Matt goodnight and told him that the babysitter would be there in a few minutes. Matt meant everything to her, she didn’t usually leave him alone but she was late for her shift at the call centre.
The first caller of the evening sounded somewhat familiar but she had already noted that there were quite a few regular callers. Mandy used the nick name Red-hot. She answered the call as she usually did in her seductive voice, husky but almost a whisper and the conversation immdediately steamed up:
“This is Red-hot. How can I serve you today?”
“Red-hot, tell me what you’re wearing?”
“I’m wearing a tight black lace bra with a matching tiny g-string, and a black garter belt holding up my fish-net stockings”
“That sounds sexy. But you’re lying to me you slut! You’re wearing a red sweater and a black skirt.”
Mandy was surprised. The caller knew what she wearing. He was watching her!
“Who are you and how do you know what I’m wearing? How do you know me?” Mandy managed to keep her voice steady but she was scared.
“Oh I know you very well Red hot Mandy!”
Mandy was growing impatient. Was someone playing a joke on her? The caller knew her name….thats not possible!
“Listen Mandy, you whore, you’re going to listen good and then obey all the instructions you’re about to hear.”
“You’re crazy!” Mandy shouted “I’m going to hang up!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you Mandy. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything to happen to little Matt!”
“Matt! You’ve got Matt. You’re lying, how do you know my son?”
“Shut up bitch!” he yelled. “You want proof?”
Mandy heard Matt’s voice in the background. “Ma, mummy he’s hurting me!” She froze. Her face went pale and she fell back into her chair. She swallowed hard as she tried to find her voice. “Don’t hurt him, please! I’ll do what you say. Just don’t hurt him!”
“Thats more like it! Now Mandy do you remember our conversation yesterday? I used the nick name Well-hung. You said you would make me feel good, you described every detail of what you were going to do to me. Well you’re going to make that a reality.”
Mandy tried to think back but her mind was blank. She was only thinking of Matt.
“You have to remember everything you said, down to the last detail. And Mandy if you miss something or decide not to play along, say good bye to Matt.”
“I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt him. Please leave him alone. I’ll do what you say.”
“Meet me at Beach Motel at 2am, Room number 24C. And if you’re good, I may just send Matt back home!”
He hung up and Mandy was left in a panic. She was pacing around her cubicle trying to figure out what to do. How could this happen? Her thoughts were disturbed by her cell phone ringing. She quickly answered and heard Becky, the babysitter, who asked if she was still supposed to be babysitting this evening. Becky had gone to Mandy’s house and could not find Matt. Mandy could barely answer. It was confirmed….Matt had been kidnapped.
Mandy was feeling suffocated and tears streamed down her cheeks. She placed her head in her hands and was trying to overcome the feeling of total helplessness.
She finally managed to pull herself together, only to realise that she couldn’t possibly remember what she had said to the caller, with nick of “Well-hung”, the previous day.
She felt even worse. How was she going to save her son? She tried desperately to think back to that call but she was too tense. Then she remembered that Jan, her supervisor, had suggested that she tape some of her calls so she could listen to them later and find ways to improve.
She opened her draw and frantically searched for the tape containing the previous day’s calls.
After listening to the tape, Mandy felt ill as she realised the obscene and disgusting things she would have to do to save her son. But she had no choice.
When she finally reached the motel, she was so afraid that she thought she would collapse. She had to think of Matt. She had to do ANYTHING to make sure he was safe.
Room 24C was unlocked. As she walked in, she heard a voice say “Its show time Mandy, and make it good!”
She kept recalling the taped telephone conversation so she’d remember what to do. She looked at the man standing in the corner of the room. He was short and had a thick mop of brown. He was dressed in a robe and the dim lighting made it difficult for her to get a good look at his face.
She placed her back on the stand beside the bed. She turned towards him and removed her red sweater and skirt and placed it next to her bag. She standing in front of him wearing a pink training bra and matching boy legs. She opened her flowing red hair, and let it fall around her shoulders. She could feel his eyes on her. She got down on all fours and crawled towards him. Then she knelt in front of him and opened his robe belt. His robe fell open. He was naked. He was very hairy and though he wasn’t fat, he wasn’t muscular either. She reached out and grabbed his 6 inch dick which was surrounded by brown pubic hair that was so thick it almost complelely covered his balls. She moved her head closer to take his dick into her mouth. he smelt of urine and sweat. Mandy felt sick but she just kept doing what she had said during the taped call. She stroked his dick and sucked at the same time and could hear his moans. When he was fully erect, she stood up and removed her panties while trying to spit out whatever of his pubic hair had remained in her mouth. She now only had her bra on and she turned around with her back to him and bent over, resting her hands on the bed. He was staring at her ass and the pink pussy flesh that he was about to ravage. She heard the man move towards her and grab hold of her hips. His dick plunged into her pussy with a sharp thrust. She yelped then began moving her hips in rhythm as he jerked and thrust. He reached over and unhooked her bra, letting it fall. He put his hands loosely over her tits so he could feel them move as he thrust. The man was enjoying watching her tiny ass move. She was so tight. When he stopped, she mechanically turned around and lay on the bed, looking up at him. He straddled her chest and grabbed her firm, perky tits. He placed his dick between her tits and squashed them together as he stimulated her pink nipples with his thumbs. Mandy could feel the sticky wetness on her chest and his weight on her was almost too much. She tried to breathe shallowly while he moved wildly on her chest. Mandy was a like a robot that had been programmed. She tried not to think or feel as she let this stranger use her for his pleasure. He finally stopped and she automatically lifted her legs and pulled them to her chest. The man pulled her towards him and shoved his dick into her tight, unyielding asshole. Mandy felt extreme pain and she had tears in her eyes for the first time during this horrible ordeal. She couldn’t help yelling as he thrust deeper, but this seemed to encourage the man even more. His thrusts became quicker and more intense. Mandy bit her lips and held onto her legs tightly, praying that it would be over soon. She felt her breasts moving wildly on her chest, which was still sore from her tit fucking. Mandy heard his screams and moans and he yelled “I’m cumming!” He released his hot cum into her ass and stared at her gaping asshole as he pulled his dick out.
Mandy knew that wasn’t the end. She lay there, letting him watch as the cum dripped from her ass. She scooped up the falling cum and rubbed it over her pussy and ass. She rubbed and clit and inserted two fingers into her pussy. She continued until she was moving in slo writhing movements and her breathing became deeper and harder. She periodically moved one hand across her erect nipples and squeezed her tits. Mandy arched her back and sighed loudly as she pretended to cum.
She looked over at the man, watching him rub his almost erect dick. She crawled over to him and sat on the chair next to him. He stood in front her and violently pulled her hair so that her head tillted backward, away from him. He placed his dick on her chest and she held her tits together around his dick as he tit fucked her violently and painfully. He finally shot his cum onto her neck and face with an explosive and satisfied scream.
As he moved away she saw a figure from the corner of her eye. There was someone else in the room. Mandy tried to look again, only to find that it was Matt, smiling and walking towards her as she lay there naked and covered with cum.
“He was right Mum. You are a total whore!” Matt shouted as he approached his mother. “You fucked him like a pro. How about giving me a taste?” Matt was already undressing.
Mandy couldn’t believe it. What was going on? Matt was talking to the man who had just fucked her, as if they were buddies.
“Hey Jake. What do you think of my mum?” Matt asked the man. “She’s one hot mumma!” Jake replied as he held Mandy down so Matt could have his turn.
“Matt! You’re ok! Whats going on? What are you doing?” Mandy was confused.
“You’re one slow bitch! Don’t you get it? Jake and I planned this together. I’ve wanted to fuck you for such a long time. I’ve seen you naked so many times, through a gap in the door or the bathroom keyhole. But now watching you get fucked has made me so horny.”
“Matt what’s come over you? Whats wrong with you? I’m your mother! Stop this at once! How could you do this to me?”
“Are you done whining mum? Cos I’m ready to fuck you till you scream!”
Mandy was so hurt. She started screaming uncontrollably. Jake smacked her across her face and held her down. Matt helped him tie her hands and legs so that they were spread wide apart. “Now if you want to live sweetheart, you’d better do as we say” Jake yelled.
Matt was already naked with his face buried in mum’s pussy, licking, sucking nad slurping hungrily. Jake stood over Mandy’s face and lowered his ass onto her mouth. “Suck me Bitch!” he yelled as he rocked his ass back and forth on her face. Mandy could smell and taste his shit, it made her nauseous.
Matt was sticking his fingers in and out of her pussy and ass. He was taking his time, exploring her body. “Oh mumma, I wanna cum in your pussy! I wanna fuck you” He positioned his dick at her pussy lips and pushed till he could feel her warm, soft insides surrounding his dick. “OH YES!” he screamed as he managed to insert his entire dick into her pussy. He was moving in and out of her with slow deliberate thrusts. “I’m fucking you mummy. Can you feel me!” Matt was cumming. His body jerked and spasmed and he collapsed onto his mother. “Oh fuck! That was better than I ever dreamt!”
“Ok Becky, you can come out!” Matt yelled. Becky emerged, already naked and eager. She climbed on top of Mandy and started touching her. Rubbing her tits and stroking her pussy. By this time Jake was hard and he wanted to cum. He rammed his dick into Becky’s pussy. Unlike Mandy, Becky’s ass was plump and round. Jake watched as her ass cheeks trembled with his movement. After a few thrusts he couldn’t contain himself. He came, squirting his cum into Becky’s fat pussy.
Becky was short and fat. There were visible fat rolls round her stomach and her whole body jiggled with each of her movements. Her large tits were hanging below her chest and she swung them over Mandy’s face. “I know you wanna lick them” Becky said as she stuffed one of her tits into Mandy’s mouth. Becky was playing with her own pussy, she was wet. She pushed her fingers into her pussy. They were covered with her pussy juice and Jake’s cum. She pushed her fingers into Mandy’s mouth and laughed as Mandy started to gag.
Becky wanted to cum. She sat on Mandy’s face and pinched her tits so that she opened her mouth. She began vigorously rubbing her pussy on Mandy’s mouth. Jake and Matt watched in awe as Becky moved on Mandy’s face, her tits jerking and bouncing. Becky was still pinching Mandy’s nipples. “Oh Shit! Oh God! Its coming! AAAaaaaah! Becky came on Mandy’s face. Jake and Matt watched with dropped jaws, they were ready to fuck again.
“Mum, I want you to watch me fuck Becky” Matt lay down next to Mandy on the bed and motioned for Becky to sit on top of him. Becky lowered herself onto his dick and began screaming and jumping up and down agressively. She was shaking her tits wildly and rubbing them while she fucked him. She used one hand to rud her clit and with the other she reached over played with Mandy’s pussy. Mandy was horrified, she was watching her son fuck the babysitter. Becky and Matt came in unison, intense and passionate. Matt pulled Becky towards him and sucked on her breasts till she screamed.
They caught their breath and looked down at Mandy, who was now exhausted. “I think I’ll untie her before I fuck her one last time” Jake said. “Let’s see if she can put up a fight.”
Matt agreed and helped him untie Mandy’s hands and legs. Jake immediately grabbed Mandy by the hips and stuck his dick deep into her ass. Mandy tried to scream but she didn’t have the energy. She tried to push Jake away with her aching hands. She then tried kicking her legs wildly but it only made Jake more determined. “Oh, a fiesty one!” Jake yelled with excitement. He was thrusting with his whole body weight. He was panting and sweating as he came. “Fuck Mandy, you’re wasting your time with phone sex baby. You’re the best fuck I ever had.”
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A young boy by the name of Alex living in future Britain where hooligans own the streets with the police at their mercy 4 young boys enjoy ultra-violence, rape, torture and other sadistic games. DARE YOU READ?
Dad takes his realtionship with daughter to next level
Brittney navigated her flashy mustang convertible along the beach road. It was a picture perfect night here on the the Caribbean island that had become her home for the past 3 months. Her father and thus her family had moved after his company had bought out a factory and had place him in charge of the takeover. The past three months had been wonderful as she had spent almost everyday at the beach, soaking up the sun and getting a great tan. She was 22 years old and had even graduated college with a worthless degree in communication, after being unable to land a job, she had decided it was more fun to live off of daddy and had tagged along during the move.
She parked the car and got out, she was short, around 5’5 and barely weighed 100 pounds. She did attract quite a few glances from the men on the beach when she showed up in her skimpy black bikini. She cut quite a figure indeed. She went over to a restaurant where she planned on meeting her brother, Brandon, who was perhaps the only un-perfect part of her current life. He had always been an outside and had dabbled in drugs back when they were still at home but upon arriving upon the island had developed such an addiction that their hardcore conservative parents had kicked him out of the house. He had called Brittney from a pay phone and demanded that she meet him at the restaurant.
“Hey sis, its good to see you,” Brandon quipped as Brittney approached his table and took a seat.
“Its been a while,” answered Brittney
Their conversation continued for a few moments over just general stuff, how mom and dad had been, friends from the past, etc. Until a large black SUV pulled up and 3 very “gangster” looking men got out. Brandon immediately became very uncomfortable and half-yelled at Brittney “We should leave right now,” but it was too late, the large men sat down at their booth on the outside of both of them blocking them in.
The man that sat down next to Brittney was the smallest of the three, but still was close to 6’3 and had giant muscular arms. Brittney immediately noticed a tattoo of a naked women on the man’s bulging bicep. The thug that sat next to Brandon was easily 6’5 and was so large around that Brittney would consider him fat even though he could probably crush her with one hand. The third man stood close by but at a distance, he seemed to be on the lookout for something. The man next to Brittney was white, the one next to Brandon black, the third man appeared to be a native of the island.
The man next to Brandon began to speak, slowly, “I assume Brandon is telling you how our little deal will proceed?”
“I might have been able to if you guys would have waited more than 15 minutes,” Brandon fumed back at the man.
“I’ve never been much for talk,” replied the man as both men sitting at the booth reached into their belts and turned to the two siblings. Brittney gasp in fright as she realized that the white man next to her had just placed a guy into her ribs and the man next to Brandon had done the same to him.
“Heres the deal miss, your brother has racked up over 60,000 dollars worth of drugs, lap dances, alcohol, and hookers at my bosses clubs, and as it turns out, he doesn’t have any money to pay us back, so we are in the process of working something out,” the black man sitting next to her brother calmly explained.
Brittney was shocked and simply looked at her brother, “how could be be so stupid she wondered.”
Then a rush of anger consumed her, her brother had been given everything but he still managed to ruin his entire life and she was tired of it affecting her. “What does that have to do with me,” she said in a half yell.
“Well it turns out that he has everything to do with you, since your brother doesn’t have any money for boss, he provided us with something else, you.” replied the man, which almost baffled Brittney. She did have any money and didn’t under stand what they would want with her.
The white man next to her sensed her confusion, leaned over and in a whisper that sent chills down her spine said, “your an attractive young lady, you figure it out.”
Brittney’s mind spun, she was a good girl, the families perfect angel and now her brother had dragged her into his sick and pathetic life.
The large native man standing some distance now approached,”come on guys, time to go Brandon stays here, the girl rides with us”
Brittney stared over at Brandon, leaned over the table and started to scream “you son of a….” until the man next to her jammed the gun into her side. “I’m so sorry, they promised me that they’ll return you safe in one week” was all Brandon could stammer out.
With that everyone got up from the table, the large white man next to Brittney dragging her along with his hand surrounding her entire shoulder. They walked towards the SUV and the black man opened the back door while the man holding her arm shoved her in.
They drove for a while, the men talking about what plans the “boss” had in store for them and what they wanted to eat that night. Brittney picked up that the white guy was named Eric, the black man was referred to as J, and the huge native man was simply referred to as Big. All three of them ignored her as they drove on, Big driving, J in the passenger seat, and Eric sitting in the back next to her. Brittney just sat in the seat, stunned, she thought that maybe she should cry, but didn’t even think she could manage. If felt like she was having an out of body experience.
The phone then rang, J said aloud, “its boss” and then flipped the phone open and onto speaker phone.
Phone: Hey boys, did you deal with Brandon and his little sister?
J: Yeah, she’s in the car now
Phone: She must be pretty upset that her own brother sold her out
J: Well she hasn’t anything, must not be too upset about it
Phone: Hello Brittney, how are you today?
There was silence as Brittney told herself not to respond to the man inside the phone.
Phone: Well Brittney, I want to explain the situation to you, your brother owes me a tremendous amount of money, and I’m pissed that he can’t cover it. So you will cover it or else your brother disappears, along with the rest of your family and you better believe me
Brittney still couldn’t force herself to respond. Eric decided to make Brittney respond to the phone, he reached over, grabbed her forearm and twisted, Brittney shouted out in pain.
Phone: I see somebody is trying to make you take part in the conversation, who is it?
Eric: Its me boss
Phone: Good, I like to see my employees take charge of a situation, I’ll tell you what Eric, how about you have Brittney show you her breasts for your hard work.
Brittney was stunned, she was smart enough to know that these men wanted her for sexual reasons, but never expected it all to be so casual.
Eric now looked over at Brittney with a huge grin on his face, “how bout it doll?” as he waved his right hand, reminding Brittney that he was still holding a gun.
Brittney wanted to cry, her brain was moving at a hundred miles an hour, “he has a gun, they will hurt my no good brother, even my parents, I don’t have much choice in this matter” she decided as she slowly moved her hands up to her neck to untie the bathing suit top. Her breasts were not super large, C cups but she was a very small girl so they appeared even bigger than they were. She undid the knot holding her top on and that pulled her breasts against her body, she let it fall, She felt her breasts fall also now that the support was gone. Eric’s eyes moved down to Brittney’s tits. She had tan lines that showed how pale she was when she hadn’t been in the sun for months. J looked over his shoulder and simply said “nice tits.” Brittney felt reduced to a piece of meat.
Suddenly Brittney saw Eric’s left hand jerk, it drew back and slapped her right across her left breast causing her to gasp out both in surprise and pain. “what the fuck” Brittney yelled.
Laughter came from the phone, “how about you have her give you a blow-job on the drive home Eric and then bring her up to my room.”
Brittney couldn’t believe her ears, making her show her chest to men and making her go down on them were two things entirely. She couldn’t and she wouldn’t.
Eric however seemed to have been waiting for this moment, he quickly began undoing his pants. In a matter of seconds he had his pants around his ankles looking over at Brittney.
“you heard the man bitch,” he hissed.
Brittney had gone down on guys before, and knew that her situation was grim. She had to do what he wanted. The fact her breast still stun from his slap also encouraged her.
She took her right and and reached down to grab Eric’s now erect penis, it was not too large, her boyfriend has a bigger one, but it was around 6 inches long and not very thick. She stroked it as she leaned over. She placed the head in her mouth and began to lick it. Eric let as a gasp. Brittney began moving her head up and down over the head, she did this for what seemed like several minutes.
“Lick my balls,” Eric moaned down at her. Brittney reached down with her hand to his balls, she had never really played with balls before and was bothered by the fact that these were very hairy. Eric must have sensed that she needed some encouragement because his left hand started to push down on her head, forcing her mouth to his balls. Brittney wanted to gag, hair was being forced into her mouth as she licked, it made her want to throw up. He continued to hold her mouth against his balls for sometime, each time the SUV hit a bump it forced her tongue to move over most of his hairy balls. Finally, he let up on her head and she was attempting to spit out some of his pubic hair when he grabbed her head again, whispering, “its time to actually suck a dick” before forcing her head down and guiding his penis into her mouth with his right hand.
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A dark and twisted, mother-son love story with violent, dolcettish themes.
Alex was a heartless womaniser who finally got what he deserved
Amelia puts herself in a bad situation with a mystery man from the train station.
Revenge never brings joy whether to the perpatrator or to the victim.
She keeps riding me on my sexist ways…
A new guy at school seems to be radiating a strange kind of power. Who and what is he?
Hot college girl seduces cute girl
This is an urban fantasy tale, lacking sex.
I’ve decided to start publishing as dark fantasy. So that hopefully, I’ll no longer have to worry about some’s, moral beliefs bringing on any kind of personal attack(s)… As well, I’ve renewed my profile, wanting to separate myself from those first attempts. Apologizing for how badly they turned out… I present, an improved canvas. Yes, these stories are fantastical, all the same, they aren’t fiction. As embellished true accounts, each one’s basis in reality varies. With that said, in the sake of protecting identity, some names may or may not be altered.
Let me start by saying I love my mother very much. She would do anything for me and always has. Yes, she spoiled me rotten, but I am her only child and Iâm her world. This is a story of how I took advantage of my mothers love for my own, ultimate pleasure.
Omegle Chat with a filthy bitch
.In the Blink of an Eye.
I sit on the bench waiting for the bus feeling alone as usual. I’m almost always surrounded by people, including friends and family, and have a deep unending feeling of being alone on this hunk of rock we call home. I’ve listened to many conversations of the possible existence of extraterrestrials, and let me tell you, they do exist, just maybe not in the shape and form that you think. When you complete this entry, you’ll believe that I am not human, many call me an animal or inhuman, but I truly believe I am an Alien Life Form, trapped on this planet, searching for a way to pass the time till, my people come for me.
Since I can remember I have laughed at what other people feel ashamed of. I do not know this emotion, what does it mean to feel ashamed. Why should I feel bad or regret anything that I have done? This is me, if as so many people say GOD creates us all in his image, surely this is how GOD is. If GOD created us with free will, why should we feel shame at any decision we make. If this is GODâs will, then I am just a soldier, following orders. Anger, Humor, Fear, Pride, these are emotions I can relate too. So what is SHAME?
I know many of you out there feel shame and worry every single day. I do not every decision I make is the right, Did I cut that person off, Was I rude to a fellow worker, Should I have let my child go to that party, these and many more questions you so called normal people struggle with every single day. I invite you to a place of total peace and tranquility, where no thought, decision, or outcome is the wrong one.
I step on the bus, and feel pride at the fact that I appear unassuming and unhazardous. I am 5’11â, 180, I am taught and much stronger than I appear, but where baggy clothes to mask that fact. I am bi-racial and could pass for Black, Latino, Native American, Samoan, and Hawaiian, in point of fact I have been asked if I am all of these. I wear glasses, because I have found no one ever suspects violence or abnormal behavior from people who have a disability. I pass by my fellow riders, catching quick glances, on my way to the rear of the bus. No one notices me, I love the fact that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Humanity as a species, wouldn’t not have survived, if we had developed the ability of mind reading. People think all kinds of fucked up things, but never have the testicular fortitude to act or even voice their thoughts. I’m a people watcher, a useful hobby, I have perfected. The white guy with the hard hat, sitting in the front of the bus, that wrinkles his nose as if he smells something funky, as the young black kid, with sagging jeans passes by, closet racist. They woman that looks away, as the young Black or Latino mother with two kids under 6 years old, thinks to herself well fare , as the mother walks by. All these things happen in the blink of eye, maybe without even a conscious thought, but I notice everything. The young man watching a scantily dresses woman, walk to the back of the bus. He closes his eyes imagining her naked and what he would do to her given the chance.
I watch number 45 step on the bus, and pay her fare. She sports the slender yet muscular build of an athlete. Since she is petite, I picture tennis or golf. I notice her lily white skin, dark blond hair, long toned legs, arrow straight posture, designer hand bag, and shoes. She grew up in a well to do area, and probably went to private school. I see a small unobtrusive ring, near perfect necklace of white pearls, solid power color dress, and think to myself, paralegal , executive assistant, or teacher. She wears a light jacket close around her, which tells me she is not aware of her beauty, she is shy and introspective. She is not aware of every male eye watching her as she, walks to the back of the bus. She sits down and tugs at the hem of he dress anxiously, glances quickly at me and as quickly turns away. I notice a sparkle in her eye as she glances at my lap, and see the novel laying there.
âHelloâ, she says after a barely discernible swallow.
âHi,â I respond giving her a quick once over, that she doesn’t notice.
My, My, quite shy aren’t we I think to myself as I watch her.
âWhat are you reading,â she asks nodding towards the book laying on my lap.
âStephen King’s Bag of Bones,â I say looking into her emerald green eyes.
âI love that book,â she says excitedly, âIt’s one of my favorites.â
I’ve found something that may pull her out of her shell, I think next.
âIt’s one of my favorites as well,â I reply reassessing my early evaluation of her and adding librarian to the list of professions, âI love how he turned a ghost story into a romance novel.â
âOh, I know,â she says with a sigh, âI love how he expressed the way his character felt about his wife’s death, and how he was dealing with it.â
Definitely a bookworm, has had only a few relationships that most likely ended badly, likes book romance better than real life romance. Waiting for her Prince Charming to come and sweep her off her feet.
âI think he may possibly be the best writer in the world, right now.â
âThere are a lot of great writers out there,â she says pushing her glasses up and giving me a quick once over, â I don’t do this often, but I’m in a book club you may like. We meet at different people’s houses every week and discuss the book of the week, I meet so few people now a days that read, I just thought…â
This is almost to easy I think to myself, is she really that naive.
âThat sounds great,â I say as she begins to fumble with her words, biting her lower lip nervously, âWhat book are you reading for next week?â
âWe are reading another Stephen King book, The Stand,â she tilting her head down and looking away demurely, âIt’s kind of long, so you might not have enough time to finish it.â
âI have read it several times,â I reply shifting in my seat so I can get a better look at her, âIt is probably my all time favorite King book.â
âWell then you’ll be able to come,â she says smiling and blushing slightly.
âHere is my card,â I say pulling out a card that shows me to be a rare book collector for a well known auction house, â Give me a call, and let me know the when and where.â
âI will,â she says gracing me with another sparkling white smile. â We meet on Wednesday nights, at a different person’s house. The host usually provides some wine and cheese, or some other finger food, you can bring something if you like.â
âI’ll think about that,â I say smiling at her.
âHere’s my stop,â she says standing up quickly, âI’ll call you this weekend to give the address, an in flux of fresh blood is just what our little group needs. Plus it’ll be nice to have a man’s opinion on things for a change.â
This is too easy, I think to myself again as I watch her climb down the rear steps of the bus and apparently head towards a coffee shop up the street, âI could take her tonight if I really wanted to,says one side of brain. âWait, be patient, the chase is half the fun,â says the other side if my brain.
I get off the bus one block up, from where number 45 got off. I walk towards the coffee shop, she appeared headed to and watch her walk in just before I arrive at the door. I walk up behind her and hear he order an Earl Grey, with light cream. I step up and order the same thing, and quickly step up behind her at the register.
âThis one is on me,â I say to the cashier with a wink.
âOh no, that’s ok,â forty-five says reaching into her purse, âI’ll pay for myself.â
âIt’s the least I can do,â I say reaching out and gently removing her hand from her purse, âAfter such a nice invitation.â
âOh, it’s you,â she says glancing back at me blushing and smiling again, âThat’s ok, please I can pay…â
âNo, No, I insist,â I say lifting her hand and kissing it, â I must repay my lady for such a gracious invitation.â
âWell then sir, such a noble gesture,â she says with a small curtsey, âShall not be denied.â
The cashier looks at us as if we are crazy and then accepts my card. After she swipes it, we walk to a a corner both at the front of the cafe, right next to the window. I bow and offer her the seat next to the window, she sits down and then nods for me to sit down. I sit and take a sip of my tea, and watch her do the same. I wait for her to speak first.
âYou are quite a nice surprise,â she says sipping again, âMost people aren’t able to speak in Old English, any more.â
âI love Shakespeare,â I say taking another sip, looking at her over the cup.
âI love the way, he made the language flow,â she says closing her eyes with a sigh.
âOne of my greatest finds, was a complete set of Shakespeare’s works.â
âOh, I don’t know how you gave that up.â she says with a shudder, â I would of kept them for myself.â
âIt was a good bit out of my price range,â I say with a laugh, âI would of loved to, but I could never afford that.â
âI know what you mean, my salary barely pays my bills,â she says giggling lightly.
âYou know my profession, my dear lady, might I know what you do for a living.â
âI’m a scribe, dear sir,â she replies quickly changing her answer, âI mean I am a librarian.â
âThat must be an interesting job,â I say purposely starring at her to watch her blush again, âAll those old tomes to pour over. You could never know, all the first editions I’ve read ,before turning them over to the auction house.â
âI can imagine,â she replies dreamily, âI love to go into the reserved section, and feel the old paper rustle beneath my fingers. What’s it like to find those rare books for others, and not be able to have one or two for yourself?â
âI have a few autographed first editions . They are mostly contemporary authors, but..â I say giving her a nonchalant wink.
âI’d love to see your collection,â she says excitedly,then blushes at her own forwardness
âI’ll bring you one next week,â I say laughing to myself knowing, I’m stealing her heart, âYou can see it after we discuss The Stand.â
âThe group would love that,â she says lowering her head and hiding her eyes, âThey will be amazed to have some one with your expertise involved in the group.â
âBe sure and call me,â I say standing up making ready to leave, âI’m really looking forward to discussing the book with all of you.â
âI’ll call you tomorrow or Sunday,â she says, â I think the group will love you.â
âThat’s good to hear. I love a heated discussion on almost any subject, it allows me to use my debate team skills,â I say picking up my cup and turning towards the entrance.
âI know what you mean,â she replies with another giggle, âI sometimes pick an opposing position, just to argue.â
âThat doesn’t surprise me,â I say with a wink just before turning out the door, âJust by the by might I ask your name.â
âMy name is Joan,â she replies, âJoan Stipkovitcz, and yours good sir?â
âTerranceâ I reply taking her hand a kissing it again, âI look forward to hearing from you, Joan.â
I step out the and stand next to the window for a moment, and watch her give herself a slight hug. I know she’ll call me tomorrow if not tonight. I’ve chosen another victim in the blink of an eye. I head down the street and hail a cab. I tell the cabbie where I’m headed, then lean back in the cab and close my eyes.
So sweet and innocent I think picturing her in my mind. This shall be fun, I have her hooked already. It amazes me sometimes, how naive and trusting people are. I picture Joan laid out on the bed, trembling beneath my gentle caress, goose bumps covering her pale skin.
I arrive at my residence without realizing how much daydreaming I have been doing. I sit at the computer, doing a small amount of research on my new friend. The internet is an amazing thing, with it almost nothing is private any more, everything is at the tips of your fingers, once you know where to look. After only five minutes I have a senior picture, address, phone number, and credit rating. I knew she had no record, her family lived twenty-six hundred miles away on the other side of the country. I knew she had graduated cu-ma-sum-laude from a small liberal arts college mere blocks from her address. I knew her salary, I knew she went to Cancun last year on vacation. I knew she had a Sphinx cat from the pictures of her face book page. What more do I need to know? Her whole life is laid out in front of me.
I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine, and drink it as I prepare dinner. Just as I sit down to dinner the phone rings, I let the machine answer, already knowing who it is.
â Uh, this is Joan, I’m not sure you remember but,we met on the bus earlier today,â she says into the phone, âI was just giving you a call, to um…â
âHello, Joan,â I say picking up the receiver, knowing that she is close to hanging up, âI was waiting for you to call, I just sat down to dinner.â
âI’m so sorry, I can call you back, I didn’t mean to interrupt,â she stutters out.
âNo worries, your not interrupting anything important, please tell me where we are meeting this week.â
âWe are meeting at my friend Monica’s apartment this week,â Joan says quietly almost as if she is expecting me to yell at her, âI can give you directions.â
âOK then.â
âShe lives over on Milan Ave. The address is 1315, apartment 4 D,I hope you will come,â she says almost pleading, âI really think you’ll enjoy it.â
âWhat time do you usually meet,â I ask.
âWe meet around seven-thirty.â
âI’ll be there, with bells on,â I say and wait for what I know is coming next.
âI can’t believe I’m doing this,â she says shyly, âBut I was wondering if you’d like to meet for dinner tomorrow night, I’m sure you have plans, but thought I’d give it a try.â
âActually I’m free tomorrow night,â I say chuckling in my head, âI’d love to see you. Why don’t you come to my apartment and we can cook dinner together.â
âOh you wouldn’t want that,â Joan replies giggling, âI’m a horrible cook.â
âI’m positive that you are not horrible at anything,â I say picturing her covering her mouth as she giggles again.
âNo really, I’m not very good at cooking, I usually just order out.â
âWell then, this a situation we will have to remedy, won’t we,â I say laughing with her, âYour first lesson will commence tomorrow night at seven.â
âWell, I barely know you, but you do seem so nice,â she says dreamily, âDo you mind if I bring a friend with me, just to be safe?â
âYou, can bring whatever you like, to make you more comfortable,â I say knowing this is just a bluff.
âOK, then we’ll be there at seven,â Joan says, âCan I bring anything with me?â
âJust you,your friend, and two pairs of helping hands,â I say.
âOK, see you tomorrow then Terrance,â Joan says as she hangs up the phone.
I sit back down to dinner picturing her shaking her head in disbelief, at her own nerve. I love the shy quiet ones, they are usually the best in bed. The quieter they are in life, the wilder they are in bed, as a rule of thumb, have you found this to be true? I finish dinner and drive to the supermarket to buy the items which we will be cooking. Once done there I stop and purchase a couple bottles of wine, from the private winery near by.
As I fall asleep that, I do so with a smile, thinking of the new plaything I will acquire tomorrow, and add to my collection. I fall asleep with my customary ease, having no conscience makes it easy to fall asleep. I wake up in the morning and sit down to eat breakfast, a bagel and hot tea. Then I go for a run. I love to run, and feel the wind rushing over my body, almost like I’m soaring, that’s also why I own a OCC bike. After working a good sweat with the run, I hit the weights. Lifting is a great to cool down from a run, especially since I rarely lift for bulk. High reps low weight, great for definition. I finish my daily routine with some ab work, and head to the shower.
I stroke my cock picturing my new toy, that I get to play with later. Imaging what I’m going to do with and with out her permission. I finish myself and then my shower. I sit around the house absentmindedly watching college football, and mentally preparing for tonight’s festivities. I prepare the bedroom, and my tools. I dress quickly around 6:45 putting on a nice light blue, button down shirt and a pair of ball hugging blue jeans that show my package off quite nicely. I daub my neck and wrists with Aqua Digio cologne, and I am just setting up my IPOD play list , as I hear a knock at the door. I turn on the fire place, and check myself in the mirror as I walk past it, to open the door. I see immediately I was right about her bluff, as I open the door and see her standing there all alone. She is breath taking in a pair of tight hip hugging blue jeans, and a tight white sweater, that show her perky small breasts. She is holding her copy of the Stand in one hand, and a unpretentious bottle of wine in the other.
âI know you told me not to bring anything,â she says tucking her hair behind an ear absentmindedly, â But I hate coming to anyone’s house empty handed.â
âThat’s fine,â I say taking the bottle from her and stepping aside to let her in, âI’ll it put out to breathe, why don’t you pick some music from my IPOD on the mantle there.â
âOH. Let’s see what you have,â she says loud enough for me to hear as I walk into the kitchen.
I place her bottle of wine on the counter top and then pour two glasses from the bottle I had opened earlier. I hear Nina Simone come over the speakers as I’m walking back with the wine.
âYour selection is eclectic,â Joan says as she sees me enter the room, â I have always loved a roaring fire as well, it seems to be a living thing.â
âHere we go Joan,â I say offering her one of the glasses.
âThank you,â she says immediately taking a sip, âMMM very good.â
âI must admit to being a bit of a wine connoisseur as well,â I say just before taking a sip.
âWell you must know your wines as well as you know your rare books, if this,â Joan says titling her glass towards me, âis any indication of your knowledge.â
âWhy thank you very much,â I say watching her drain her glass, â Would you like another glass?â
âYes, very much,â Joan says nodding her head.
âI’ll be right back then,â I say as I watch her stifle a small burp with her hand, and then give her a wink â Don’t go any where.â
âI’ll be right here waiting for you.â Joan says a starts to look through the IPOD again.
âShould I fuck her before or after dinner,â I ask myself walking into the kitchen. âLet her decideâ says my logical voice, âShe’s close to starting it now, she all nervous and jittery, I bet after she finishes that second glass of wine, she’ll be all over you.â I hear a Robert Johnson ‘ The Walkin Blues’ burst from the speakers, as I am coming through the doors. She stands at the mantle shimmying in front of the fire,
looking smooth and sensuous.
âI’m sorry I didn’t see you there,â Joan says covering her mouth in a nervous laugh.
âThat’s ok , I love to see people enjoying their music,â I reply handing her her second glass of wine.
âYou have great taste in music, not many people our age appreciate this type of music.â
âA lot of people miss out on great things be it music, books, food, because they are afraid to try something different,â I say and then finish my wine.
âSo what did you have in mind for dinner tonight,â Joan asks.
âI was thinking of making veal Parmesan, but using venison instead of veal, roasted Italian herd red potatoes, and maybe a chocolate mouse for desert, how does that sound,â I ask waiting to see if she balks at the venison.
âWhat is venison?â
âVenison is deer meat, very tasty and very healthy for you,â I say as she finishes her wine, â It a lot leaner than beef or pork, and tastes exquisite, have you ever tried it?â
â No I haven’t tried it before,â Joan answers shaking he in that cute way she has, â I heard it has a different taste, I’m game to try it though. I totally agree with what you said about people missing out because of their fear of the unknown.â
âWell I have marinated the meat in the wine we’re drinking now, that’ll take care of the gamey flavor.â
âMay I use your restroom.â she asks standing up.
âGo down the hall and it’s the first door on the left,â I say gesturing my directions, â Just meet me in the kitchen when your done.â
I walk into the kitchen as she walks towards the bathroom. I set everything we need on the counter and pour two more glasses of wine, waiting for her to come back from the bathroom. Once she arrives in the kitchen, we begin to prepare dinner, while sipping our wine. I can tell she is beginning to relax a little, since she has removed her sweater to reveal a silken sleeveless tank top. We carry on the normal first date conversation, as we fix dinner. Where did you grow up, What were your parents like, First Kiss, First Boyfriend/Girlfriend, all while a steady flow of Jazz and Blues float in from the other room.
She is starting to feel tipsy, as we adjourn to the hearth to eat our meal, and has barely touched her most recent glass of wine. We move to the more intimate questions, between bites of food, and I can see in her eyes that she is falling in love with me. Just as we are finishing our meal Apocolyptica’s Unforgiven come through the speakers.
âThat is one of the most soulful songs, I’ve ever heard,â she say standing up shakily and starting to dance slowly again.
I stand up and bow, then take her hand as we slowly move around the living room carefully avoiding the china, strewn in front of the fire place. I can feel her melt in my as my arms encompass her, she hugs herself to tightly to me, with her head settling perfectly on my shoulder. She looks into my eyes as the song ends and we stand there in a warm embrace, I see a few tears plunge to her cheek from her lower lashes.
âWhat’s wrong,â I ask tightening my grip slightly.
âOh I’m sorry, it just the wine and the song, it’s just me being silly,â she says pulling away slightly.
âDon’t apologize, there’s nothing to be sorry for,â I say lightly stroking the back of her head.
âYou make me feel safe and warm and, and,…..,â she mumbles before planting a deep kiss on me.
I’m not surprised, but am a little taken aback by the ferocity of her kiss. It seems to last for ever as we both break apart at the same, panting to catch our breathe. She looks at me and then we dive back in for another kiss. As we break apart this time, Nina Simone’s ‘Feelin Good’ comes on . We begin to dance again, slowly more like sex with our cloths on.
âTake me, I’m yours,do what you want,â she whispers in my ear and then nibbles the lobe.
I scoop her into my arms, letting her feel my strength, and carry her to the bedroom, as she nibbles on my ear lobe and down my neck. I lay her down on the bed, and then join her. We stroke each others face and hair as we lay in the bed kissing. Our tongues and fingers commence searching at the same time. We rub each other tenderly at first, and then her fingers fumble at the buttons on my shirt. Joan slides her hands inside the shirt and lightly rakes her nails along my sides making me tingle. I grab her wrist and pull her hand away, then slide my hands under her shirt finding her small perfectly formed breasts, and feeling her nipples come to life as I rub them lightly with my finger tips. She moans very quietly her breath tickling my ear, that she has resumed munching on. I tug her shirt over her head as she lifts her arms over her head slips out , and slides her mouth to my chest, gently kiss me all over my chiseled upper torso.
âI no idea you were so well defined,â Joan says between pecks.
âI like to stay in shape,â I respond as I fumble with her jeans.
âSo toned yet sensitive,â Joan says running her hands up and down my side again watching me shudder.
I get her jeans open and slide them off, as her hands reach out to my jeans top and she starts to work my zipper. I can feel my self bulging against the zipper, knowing she’ll be pleased once she gets my pants off. She pulls my jeans off just as I find her pulsing clitoris, Joan moans as she struggles to get my jeans off. My jeans slide off as I begin work her clit in a circle, first slowly and gently then picking up speed and strength as I go along. She grabs my shaft, stroking it gently between both of her palms, as she bucks and writhes under my touch. She rubs faster and then grabs my face and pulls into a kiss, her tongue searching desperately for mine. I gently run my finger down and back to open her slit, stopping back at the clit, and working it, until I think she is ready too cum and the going back to working her labias. She slides under around so we are in a sixty-nine position, and begins to lick my head and shaft. I stick my face into her crotch and feel the goose bumps breakout on her back and buttocks as I pull myself into her, a begin to lick her lips and clitoris.
Don’t stop, Don’t stop,â she says between licks then muffles a moan by swallowing half my cock in one gulp.
I plunge two fingers into her soft pink opening. She tightens her grip on me moving up and down quickly as if she is trying to inhale the entire length. I know I’ve found her G-spot when she starts humming with me in her mouth. I roughly rub her perfect spot, while sucking and gently gnawing her clit. She pulls me out of her mouth, gives the head one last suck and then I can feel her muscles spasm around my fingers inside her.
âYes, Yes, Oh GOD YES,â she yells out as I feel her cum all over my fingers.
She immediately spins on the bed, pulls my fingers from inside her and sticks them in her mouth. I stand up and grab her legs and pull her pussy back to my face and stick my tongue into her still convulsing vagina. She taste exquisite, she pulls my face into her with two handfuls of hair and begins to grind her hips against me. She rubs her clit while I probe her with my tongue, and feel her cum again, as I watch her nearly do a head stand on the bed, arching her back. As I pull away she sits up quickly, and kisses me again and we share her juices. She wraps her legs around my waist as we hug and kiss, and then twist some how so that we land on the bed with her on top of me.
âMy turn,â she says then pinches my nipples.
I open my mouth in an O of surprise as she begins to rub her dripping pussy up and down my length, getting me back to my peak size. I feel her reach down and place me inside here and shift immediately up and the slide back down. As she slides back up she grips me, like a tight fitting glove, and then impales herself on my cock. I feel that little hit on the tip of my cock, as I hit bottom every time she slides down my entire length.
âYour hung like a horse,â Joan says arching her back and sliding faster and faster, â You can hit that spot all night long.â
We are both starting to sweat and I close my eyes and concentrate on trying to last as long as possible. She rakes my chest with her nails, and the moves her hands to cover mine and we hold hands, as we both utter cries as we cum in unison. They pressure on my hands get stronger and her cries turns into a guttural wolf howl. I open my eyes and see a full blown werewolf astride me.
âI enjoyed this immensely human, much more pleasure than most of you kind can give me,â she says as she watches me struggle under her iron grip, âI’ve always enjoyed hunting a hunter. The smell of death and ruin hang about you, in a clouded stench. How many have you taken before me?â
âYou were to be number forty-five,â I say while gasping for breath struggling to break free.
âThat is an impressive number for one so young,â she say and the runs her her tongue around her snout, âAlas, but your time her has ended.â
âWait, Wait,â I yell as I try to heave her off of me with one mighty final push and fail.
I feel the bite of her teeth as she penetrates my flesh and savagely pulls back ripping flesh and tendons with her knife like teeth. I feel the blood spurting from my wounded vessels and the last thing that passes through my mind is âIsn’t it funny how life can change in the blink of an eye?â
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this is for my 32 year old sister emily because she likes rough sex
Maxxim had often pondered over the very real dangers of using Internet chat rooms. He had heard stories of young people being lured into potentially dangerous liaisons after they had spent hours during many weeks chatting to guys who often turned out to be contriving perverts or worse. However, here he was a mature and sensible 30-year-old Italian who had become fixated with an English guy of similar age and interest on MSN. Maxxim had enough common sense and intelligence to recognise the dangers posed by such a friendship but he was certain in his own mind that the guy in the chat room named Dan was genuine, sincere and straightforward. There was clearly nothing sinister about him; why should there have been? Dan had actually arranged to meet up with Maxxim on a recent snowboarding trip to Italy but unfortunately Maxxim was unable to get the time off work and so missed the opportunity to meet up with this great guy.
Danâs profile on the Internet depicted an athletic, fun loving, macho male who enjoyed travel, most sports and the social scene. He also came from an Italian background and loved Italian food, so now after several months of contact, Maxxim was eager to meet up with him and hopefully this would be the start of something meaningful and worthwhile in his life for the very first time. Travelling from his native Italy to England posed no problem to Maxxim. He had visited London on several occasions and had liked it there. There was a cosmopolitan air to the place that made him feel comfortable and relaxed. However, although he was looking forward to his latest visit, the excitement he felt was also tinged with a little trepidation of the unknown. He was putting a lot of trust into a guy he had never met before and in a foreign country at that. Nevertheless, it was something he was now determined to see through to its conclusion, whatever that may turn out to be. As before, on other occasions in his life, he was going to trust in fait and all that it had to offer him.
At the arrivals gate, passengers from Milan dashed quickly by, each frantically looking for relatives and contacts in the crowded foyer. Dan waited calmly, unruffled by the hysteria that was going on around him. He looked relaxed but his heart pounded with excitement as he peered beyond each passenger as they passed, trying to picture Maxxim as he had seen him on the Internet pictures that he had been sent. Suddenly there he was. With a nervous looking smile on his face Maxxim caught sight of Dan and as they both grabbed each otherâs hand to shake they both then grabbed each other closely to give a gentle hug. Dan thought that Maxxim was even better looking than the pictures had made out. He had a fresh appearance and his cheery smile made him look exceptionally striking. As he hugged Maxxim he sensed his muscular but lithe form beneath the clothing and inhaled a rugged muskiness masked by faint but delightfully citrus cologne. Eddie will be truly thrilled with this guy, he thought to himself deviously as he looked across the foyer to see a large round, middle aged man eagerly staring in their direction. Soon the two young men departed the airport car park in Danâs car towards Danâs home in the country.
Dan had inherited the beautiful old house set in its own grounds, which lay on the outskirts of a very small hamlet 30 miles or so from London. Although slightly decrepit through lack of maintenance the house looked regal in the early evening sun as the car approached through the tree-lined driveway. The two men got out and as they did so the door to the house opened. A middle-aged man walked out and approached Maxxim. He stared intently before picking up his luggage and without a word carried it back to the doorway. âOh thatâs Eddie,â explained Dan to a rather startled Maxxim. âHeâs from the village and tends the gardens and does odd jobs. I asked him to stop by to build a fire to welcome us. The nights are a bit chilly in England this time of the yearâ. Eddie placed the bags in the hallway and looked fervently towards the Italian guest. Maxxim felt a chill run down his back. Although he was comforted by Danâs presence, the gaze that the big guy gave him was sinister and disturbing. Turning to Dan, Eddie smiled before saying goodbye for the night and as he disappeared walking down the driveway, Maxxim felt instant relief at his departure as the two young men entered the house at last.
As Dan showed Maxxim round the house, the Italian was quite surprised by the extent of neglect. It was warm enough inside however, and the living room had a large fire ablaze in the open fireplace. The smell of burning wood was pleasant enough and disguised the stench of dampness and age that seemed to emanate through the whole room. Dan explained the fact that he had only recently moved into the house and that his plans would involve a great deal of renovation. As they entered the kitchen Maxxim looked in awe at its size. It reminded him of the old Hansel and Gretel story he had heard as a youth. Oak beams protruded from a scaly white ceiling and several ancient looking hooks and chains adorned their splintered surface. The floor was slate and made the whole room feel cold and stark despite the presence of a blazing open fire set aside a giant oven that lit up one side of the room.
âApparently years ago they used to entertain guests on a regular basisâ, explained Dan. âMy old aunt was a real socialite. There was several kitchen staff in those days and servants too. Iâm afraid youâre going to have to make do with me as the cook tonightâ. Maxxim smiled and began to feel hungry at the mention of food. It had been a long day travelling and now he really did feel ravenous. âI a little hungry yes Dan?â said Maxxim. âMaybe you ave a some pasta for sure for some food to eat for your friend Maxxim?â Dan smiled at Maxximâs cute way with the English language. He spoke good English but the accent made him even more adorable. âOf course my friend, of course. I will make you a nice pasta meal. Hereâs your room, refresh yourself and maybe take a bath if you wishâ. Iâll have something ready for you within the hourâ. He then left Maxxim to his room so that he could freshen up while he returned to the kitchen to cook up some food.
âDonât feed himâ came an abrupt voice as Dan entered the kitchen. Dan looked startled and turned towards the voice. It was Eddie. He had returned to the house and was now warming his hands by the roaring open fire. âBut he is hungry Eddieâ retorted Dan. âHe has been travelling for a long time. The least I can do is make him a nice mealâ. âI want him tonightâ came the quick but unperturbed response from Eddie. âHe looks delicious. I can smell him. I canât wait until tomorrow. I must have him tonight.â He turned to Dan and put his hands on his shoulders. âYou know I need him. I want him tonight. As soon as I saw him at the airport I knew it had to be tonight. I canât wait; itâs been so long since the last one. You really must allow me to have him tonight Dan ⌠you must. Please donât feed him!â Dan smiled and turned towards the large oven and stared. After a long thoughtful pause he turned to his friend and said, âOK Eddie, I know that it must be so. Iâll leave it all up to you. Youâre in chargeâ. Eddieâs grin now stretched across his face and his tongue nervously touched his upper lip. âYou wonât regret it Dan, I promise. I will make you a superb cooked breakfast in the morning, just like before. You wait and seeâ. Dan smiled back at his friend. âI have no doubts about that Eddie. Although this time itâll be a continental breakfast though surely? Italian sausage sounds just great to me ⌠just greatâ.
Several stairs creaked as Eddie sneaked cautiously upstairs towards Maxximâs room, which was soon before him. His breathing was heavy and unpredictable as he tried to control the erotic sense of emotion deep inside. He could hear Maxxim splashing about in the bath as he washed himself down. Eddie had a clear vision of the Italian in his mind and craved for the moment that the handsome young man would belong to him. As he opened the door he immediately sensed the musky smell of his prey. Maxximâs discarded clothes lay around in an untidy heap on the carpet and on the bed. Eddie edged gently towards the clothing listening attentively to the splash noises in the adjoining room. He picked up Maxximâs underwear that lay on the carpet. Almost gasping for breath he brought the slightly soiled garment up to his face and inhaled deeply through his nose. He closed his eyes and absorbed the masculine odours within. This was going to be some prize pig, he thought to himself, as he edged closer to the bathroom door.
Eddie had used his blowpipe and shot dart on two previous occasions. The darts were coated in a resin that stuns the recipient on entering the bloodstream. As he entered the bathroom the two menâs eyes met for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly, Maxxim leaped up from his bath in anguish at the intrusion. Eddie was riveted by the Italianâs look of horror and his pitiful attempts to cover his nakedness. He was so overcome with the scene before him that he almost forgot to blow the dart, which landed deep into the left side of Maxximâs neck. Distraught with both fear and shock at the invasion of his privacy by such a terrifyingly sinister guy, Maxxim tried to step out of the bath to protest, not realising that he had been injected in the neck with the alien substance. Suddenly he felt dizzy and as a hot sweat flushed through his body he collapsed with a splash into the soapy water beneath him.
Grunting and gasping for breath in the shear excitement of the occasion, Eddie leaned over the bath to get a better look at his victim. He reached down into the warm soapy water and pulled out the plug. The water immediately started to drain, gurgling loudly as it gushed down the drain. He stared with a yearning as more and more of Maxximâs body came into view. He reached down and stroked the soft wet flesh on the Italianâs smooth upper torso. The young man was very fit and lithe and Eddie was particularly pleased to see the outline of the rib cage beneath a small but muscular layer of flesh. He then felt the muscle in Maxximâs upper arms, which were also quite fleshy but firm. By now all the water had drained from the bath and Eddie began to rinse the remaining frothy bubbles from Maxximâs body with fresh warm water.
Maxximâs breathing was gentle and regular as he lay there in his unconscious state. Eddie stared at him for a little longer, slowly inhaling the smell of his victim and appreciative of the delicious meals that ultimately lay before him. He desperately wanted to inspect the Italian further but instead decided to lift Maxxim out of the bath. After removing his own clothing Eddie heaved the Italianâs dead weight out of the bath and over his shoulder. As he did so he felt his cock throb and ache with delighted pleasure. To feel Maxximâs warm, soft, damp flesh against his own as he carried his prey out of the room was so erotic. He felt thrilled to grasp the perfectly rounded arse cheeks and as he moved towards the stairwell, he found his hand stroking the smooth, muscular flesh, his fingers probing towards the moist and slightly hairy crack. He now relished the fact that this delicious example of human flesh belonged to him. This was not just going to be his third pig feast but quite undoubtedly this was going to be his finest longpig yet.
Meanwhile, Dan had been waiting patiently downstairs. He knew that Eddie liked to stalk and ultimately âbagâ his prey on his own. He was very excited as he heard the scenario unfold upstairs, but knew from the previous occasions that he would not be disappointed with his own share of what lay ahead. Soon the large Englishman emerged at the top of the stairs. He had a full hard on, and was carrying Maxxim over his shoulders. As he watched Eddie descend, Dan noticed his friendâs hand was clasped firmly over one of the Italianâs beautiful arse cheeks. The sight of this made him very horny and within minutes he too had stripped naked and began wanking off with gusto as Eddie entered the kitchen and dumped Maxximâs naked body face down onto the large table that lay within.
âNow to inspect the meatâ, said Eddie with relish and began feeling and massaging with both hands, the soft pale coloured flesh at the thighs and buttocks, and along the backbone up to Maxximâs shoulders. âTruly stunning Dan. I think youâve hit the jackpot with this guy. He is absolutely gorgeous. Well done my friend. Well done indeedâ. He then parted the cheeks of Maxximâs arse. Eddie had a particular fetish with the male arse hole and this wasnât anything to do with him using it as an orifice for sexual relief as such. He just adored the look and smell of them. He also enjoyed eating them literally. Of his two previous victims, Eddie had taken great pleasure in devouring the sphincter meat single handed without Dan being able to get even a sniff of either. Dan guessed from Eddieâs behaviour that this latest acquisition was not going to be an exception to this rule. However he didnât really care too much because Eddie always made him a special breakfast on the first morning after the kill. That was something he was now looking forward to. Yes indeed.
âOK Dan, lets get to work,â said Eddie as he left the kitchen through a door that lead to a utility room. Pretty soon he re-emerged pushing a giant framework made of wood. Dan assisted his friend and pretty soon the framework was through the door. The framework was almost like a vertical rack, with two pairs of fixed cuffs situated at the top and bottom. âLets try him in it for sizeâ said Dan as the two men manoeuvred Maxximâs still unconscious naked body against the frame. Eddie forced each hand into a cuff and clasped them shut. Maxximâs legs hung downward several inches short of the brackets that contained each lower cuff. âHeâs a bit shorter than the last one Eddieâ, sniggered Dan as Eddie began adjusting a middle section of the framework to accommodate the size of the Italian. Eddie smiled. âCertainly is, but as they say, its not the size that counts itâs the quality, and weâve certainly got the qualityâ.
Pretty soon Maxximâs ankles were each clasped and secure and Eddie began to readjust the tension so that the Italian was nicely stretched out and taut on the framework. âWhat do you reckon then Dan?â enquired Eddie. âI think weâre in for a real treatâ, replied Dan massaging Maxximâs rigid abdomen and feeling the contours of his rib cage. âIt appears that Maxxim has looked after his body especially for us to devour. I hope heâs not too disappointed in me when he comes roundâ. Dan laughed and then approached the spread-eagled Italian. â His cock looks very appetising Eddie. Are you going to cook it up for us both in the morning?â I love it when they have foreskin onâ. âOf course I will Dan. However I need some help from you later when we clean him out. If thatâs OK?â Dan knew that Eddie preferred him when it came to gutting their victims. Although he had only done it twice, he had become accustomed to certain techniques and knew what he was doing and besides, because Eddie was actually doing all of the killing, it was the least he could do.
Dan and Eddie only had to wait for about twenty minutes before their Italian victim came round. By then Eddie had forced a large green apple into Maxximâs mouth to prevent any undesirable outcries. As he opened his eyes, Maxxim saw Dan and Eddie both in front of him. How had he allowed himself to fall for such a foolhardy trick? Dan had been so trusting and caring towards him over the months. OK, that other guyâs manner towards him had been disturbing but surely Dan would protect him. Alas by the look on Danâs face now, that clearly wasnât going to be the case, but why had they got him secured and spread-eagled in this way? He was going to find out, all too soon
âHello there my precious longpigâ said Eddie using his most sinister voice and almost drooling at the mouth as he spoke. âYou are a fine specimen, arenât you?â he questioned without expecting a response. As he spoke he ran his rough skinned palms over Maxximâs smooth white abdomen. âThose ribs are so divine. I will look forward to gnawing away at the tender meat from them later. Oh yes my friend we are going to eat you. I think your meat will be so succulentâ. He turned to Dan and grinned. âIt is a good job you didnât feed this pig earlier Dan, I think his stomach is quite emptyâ, continued Eddie as he patted Maxximâs tight belly that did in fact sound quite hollow. Maxxim began to fear the worst. He had read stories on the Internet about cannibal serial killers around the world and the way these two guys were talking he was going to be the next victim of such an atrocity. He closed his eyes in despair as Dan himself began to caress his out stretched body and burrowed his nose into his hairy armpits and inhaled.
Eddie began to caress the Italians cock, stretching it gently and massaging it in long, adoring strokes. As he cupped his captiveâs hairy balls he sensed them stir and in time Maxximâs 6â cock began to grow in both girth and length. Although his predicament was horrifying, Maxxim couldnât prevent his natural body reaction to such erotic stimulation. As Eddie disappeared behind him he sensed his buttocks being embraced. Maybe these guys were just pretending. A scary kind of role-play from which they would soon depart, thought Maxxim as his sexual arousement continued unabated. The thought of the sinister fat man devouring the flesh from his arse down to the bone actually acted to further arouse Maxxim and he knew he was on the brink of orgasm. Just then he felt Danâs lips touch his swollen cock head. At the same time he sensed Eddieâs tongue enter his arse hole. This was too much and within seconds he jetted his man seed deep into Danâs welcoming mouth. Simultaneously, Eddie experienced the delightful sensation of Maxximâs anal muscles contracting repeatedly around his tongue as the Italian reached full orgasm. The same sphincter muscles, he thought to himself, that he would be devouring so greedily later in the week.
Dan swallowed the warm; almond tainted man seed before gently squeezing the shrinking cock shaft with his lips to release the final vestiges of juice from within. Eddie was licking his lips profusely having fully explored the inner reaches of the Italianâs rectum with his tongue. âAbsolutely first class my friendâ said Eddie as he reached towards Maxximâs lowered head with his mouth and pecked him on his cheek. Your anus is totally mouth-watering. I could almost taste all the pasta and pizza shit you have eaten today. I am really looking forward to roasting you and eating your cute little hole. It is getting late Dan we really must get to workâ. Maxxim now knew his fait. He began to whimper but the apple in his mouth restricted his protests and his shackles made his body so inflexible that his struggles hurt his wrists and ankles intensely.
Suddenly Eddie unhitched a catch on the framework that allowed him to spin the inner frame supporting the Italian through 180 degrees. Maxxim found himself upside down. The pain in his ankles was unbearable and the cuffs had fractured the skin on his lower shin allowing blood to slowly trickle down his leg. Eddie began to laugh and continued to spin the framework so that Maxxim fluctuated between being upside down and the right way up. When he finally came to rest again Maxxim was again upside down and was struggling to focus his eyes. When he finally did, he saw with horror Eddie clasping a large knife in one hand and an old fashioned tin bath in the other. He approached Maxxim and carefully placed the old tin bath beneath the Italianâs trembling head. Maxxim knew this was the end and quivered with shock at the thought of his body being eaten and digested by the fat Englishman. His flesh would add yet more excess weight to this hideous man. Dan too would gnaw at his bones and between them they would devour every ounce of meat from his finely toned body.
Eddie now leaned down towards Maxximâs throat. As he did so Maxxim noticed the Englishmanâs erect cock bulging out in front of him. He started to think about what was to become of his own cock and balls. Would these guys actually cut them off and cook them? Would he feel any pain? Was he really going to be gutted? If so, the two men would see all of his innards. The whole thing was a nightmare and surely he was about to wake up. Suddenly with a quick swoosh of his hand, Eddie cut through the neck of Maxxim and the Italianâs body began to shiver. Blood gushed from the open wound into the tin bath and Maxxim saw and heard no more. Eddie released the cuffs from the hands and they flopped downward towards the ground, the right arm in particular twitched erratically as the nerves within settled in death. Dan then approached, and taking the knife from Eddieâs hand, grabbed each lower arm and meticulously and neatly severed through the flesh just above each elbow. Then with a hacksaw he cut through the bone to remove both lower arms completely and placed them in the nearby sink to drain. Blood now oozed from the open wounds as the upper arms fell forward and dripped relentlessly into the tin bath below to join the huge amounts that had already accumulated.
Dan then grabbed the knife again. He moved his hands towards Maxximâs still warm ball sack and encouraged them to flop forward. He felt several inches along the curved muscle that ran from Maxximâs ass hole towards the cock root and gently cut into the flesh. In a rotary movement and grasping the cock shaft at the same time, Dan carefully cut away the ball sack and its contents and cut in deeply to remove the complete cock away from the pubic bush. He placed the entire package into a dish that Eddie offered him. âTomorrows breakfastâ he said with a wink and a grin. âNow to finish off before bedâ. With this he turned to the still dripping carcass of Maxxim and completely removed the head with the hacksaw. âSuch a handsome man Eddie. Seems such a wasteâ. âHow can you talk about waste Dan? Just look at all the meat in front of youâ. Dan agreed and after dumping the head into the sink, again approached the carcass. This time he carefully inserted the knife into the opening near the pubic bush and cut down through the pale coloured abdomen towards the Italianâs sternum.
Almost immediately Maxximâs innards started to bulge through the opening that appeared in the belly. A warm pungent smell filled the air as the small intestines spilled out and unravelled across his chest. Eddie withdrew the tin bath full of blood and replaced it with another. Dan then carefully encouraged the slimy intestines to spill out further with his hands. The much thicker large intestines hung down from the opening stubbornly clinging to attachments within, whereas the small intestines continued to unravel and soon reached the tin bath. With more gentle persuasion the Italianâs stomach appeared and Dan gently manoeuvred and squeezed it through the opening. Eddie watched with delight as more multi-coloured innards spilled out as Dan now reached deep inside the cavity, and with more force began to pull out the Maxximâs lungs, heart, liver and kidneys. Soon the cavity was virtually empty as Dan carefully cut a line deep into the flesh from the pubic bush and followed the line of the hipbone. Two meaty flaps of flesh draped backwards revealing the juicy red interior of the lower abdomen. The lower colon still hung down from its attachment to the anus but with a gentle squeeze and a simple cut, Dan severed it free, but made sure that he had left several inches of the Italianâs rectum still attached.
Dan completed his work by cutting Maxximâs upper torso free from the rest of the hanging carcass by allowing his knife to follow the contour of the hipbone round to the backbone and finally sawing through the bone with a hacksaw. Eddie supported the upper torso of the carcass as it hung downward and carried it to the table when it broke free. He then further assisted Dan as his friend unsecured the cuffs that held Maxximâs muscular legs up. Suddenly Eddie felt the full weight as the Italianâs hindquarters fell into his grasp and he gleefully carried the substantial load and placed it onto the table next to the other half. He would now be responsible for cutting up the two halves into useable joints. He would also salvage what he could from the Italianâs innards that lay warm and glistening in the tin bath. The stomach and intestines would be particularly essential as not only were they highly nutritious but these and other entrails would form a vital ingredient for some of their future meals.
With a final glimpse and inspection of the meat in front of him, Dan prepared to retire to bed to leave Eddie excitedly busying himself with the tasks that lay ahead. âI look forward to breakfast Eddie,â he shouted as he left the kitchen and made his weary way upstairs. It had been a long and pretty hectic day. As he approached his room he passed what had been Maxximâs room, where the door was ajar. He entered it inquisitively having caught sight of the clothing strewn about. He could smell Maxximâs superb cologne, and after rummaging about in his travel bag found a bottle of the satisfyingly pleasant essence. He then picked up the clothing that lay on the floor. There was no sign of Maxximâs underwear so Dan scrunched the jeans and white t-shirt towards his face to smell the exquisite manly aroma of the Italian. Smiling to himself, he took the possessions with him and made his way into his own room, where he soon fell asleep still clutching Maxximâs t-shirt and dreaming of the delicious breakfast that would surely awaken him.
Eddie, meanwhile, was wasting no time in the kitchen. His first task was to rinse down the Italianâs head in the sink. He liked his victims to âwatchâ him process their bodies. He sniggered evilly to himself as he removed the apple from the mouth. Maxxim had crunched his teeth right into the fruit either through pain or shear fright and Eddie had to break it up to remove it fully, taking out the remaining remnants from inside the mouth with is finger. He placed the head onto a large plate and faced it towards the table on which the two halves of the carcass lay. He was pleased that the eyes were open, although they were staring into oblivion, as far as Eddie was concerned they were watching him at work. He then lifted the lower half of the carcass onto the slate floor, saving this for last because it was his favourite task, and then set about cutting the upper torso into two.
Firstly, he cut down the centre of the Italianâs spine with a hacksaw before sawing through the sternum at the front of the rib cage. The two circular rib cage halves fell apart, symmetrical in their make up. Eddieâs mouth watered as he divided the rib cage once more to leave four stunning racks of ribs covered generously in rich red meat. The next task was to cut away the soft but muscular and well-toned abdominal meat, which was divided into two huge portions of belly pork. The Italian had fairly hairy armpits, and although Dan didnât mind body hair on his meat, Eddie decided that there was simply too much of it to leave as it was. Consequently, he used the end of his sharp knife to scrape off as much of the excess hair as he could before cutting away both muscular arms from their joint at the shoulder, riving frantically to break their connection. The smell of fresh meat was intense in the kitchen at this stage as Eddie stacked the succulent fair into the giant refrigerator.
With the most difficult butchering tasks out of the way Eddie could now look forward with extra relish to chopping up the Italianâs athletic looking legs and plump round arse. Eddie inspected the half carcass in front of him to decide how he was going to cut it up. Although there wasnât much meat on the feet, Eddie was quite taken by them. They were white and smooth and not knobbly and discoloured like the two previous victims. Regardless, they could only be used for stews, he thought to himself, so he cut both the feet off just above the ankles and placed them in the kitchen sink. Eddie then cut away both knee joints to leave two good-sized meaty calf roasts; again the knees would not be wasted because they were quite fleshy and would make tasty soups and broths.
All that remained was the solid athletic thighs and the Italianâs delightful buttocks. If only the oven was big enough, thought Eddie, then he could roast the whole lot. This gave him an idea, however. For once he could share his favourite sphincter meat with his friend by roasting the buttocks on the bone instead of dividing them into two. Providing that enough of the thigh was cut away the buttocks would sit neatly in the oven. With this in mind Eddie cut the thighs into four succulent portions, making sure that he cut the upper thighs well below the arse cheeks. In this way it left the arse meat totally intact and oven ready. He turned the joint over and remembered that Dan had left the rectum still attached. Brilliant he thought, the rectum was of sufficient length to allow it to be tied off and stuffed. His mouth drooled at the thought of Dan preparing one of his delicious sausage stuffing mixes and packing the rectum till it oozed out of the anus. Eddie placed the pile of remaining meat cuts into the refrigerator, leaving pride of place at the front for the plate of cock meat that was going to be served up for Danâs breakfast.
One of Eddieâs final tasks of the evening was to make up the black pudding from the drained blood. For this he needed to clean out the large intestines and then cut them into foot long strips. He was pleasantly surprised when he realised that the colons were quite empty. The Italian hadnât eaten much lately that was for sure and maybe heâd emptied the bulk from his bowels before bathing. Either way it didnât take Eddie long to rinse out what waste residues there were and was soon cutting the colon into the required length. He also took the opportunity to clean out the Italianâs stomach. Again there was very little contents as he pushed the duodenum over a tap and flushed it through thoroughly before placing it into a container full of iced water to soak. A little later he began to tie small knots at one end of each colon tube and filled them with the cooled blood mixed with a blend of herbs, before tying a knot at the other end to tightly seal in the fluid. Eddie made up six sausage-like packages and placed them in boiling water to cook through. After half an hour he removed them and laid them on a plate to cool. He was now very tired but couldnât wait until morning so that he could start to cook some of the beautiful Italian man meat and prepare Dan and himself a very special Italian continental breakfast.
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A Goddess humiliates her cheating slave
I think there is something wrong with me. Iâm so hungry, and thirsty and cold. Why do I feel like this? Do I need help? My friends used to tell me all about how these men that they date take them to nice restaurants and buy them flowers, and even say âI love youâ. I want that so bad, but I want Sir too. I donât know anymore, Iâm just so flustered because heâs looking at me again. Itâs scary how quiet this room gets, thereâs no movement, no sound, not even the rumble of his heart. He told me once that he didnât have a heart, but everyone does, thatâs how we live. I think that was a long time ago, I donât really remember how long Iâve been here. The only way I know if itâs a different day is when Sir brings me something to eat. There arenât any windows, only a door that has to be opened with a key, a door that keeps me prisoner in this lonely, little, quiet room.
âComeâ He snaps his fingers at me. I crawl on my hands and knees over to him, he only likes it this way. Iâm not allowed to walk like a person when I am in this room, he said. I am his pet, his bitch, he said. âItâs been a few days pet, how do you feel?â
Uh oh, it always makes me scared when he asks me questions, sometimes I get in trouble if I answer them wrong, so I try to make sure Sir doesnât have to ask me any questions. Oh shit, I better hurry up and answer him; heâs starting to look annoyed. âUhâŚI..Iâm hungry Sir.â I keep my head down; youâre not ever supposed to look at Sir unless he tells you that you can. I remember the first time I did that, boy, Iâll never do that again.
âAwe, youâre hungry?â I shake my head.
I sneak a look at him, heâs so tall. He must be a construction worker because he always looks healthy and has little tans all over different parts of his body. Sir stands up from the chair and starts to undo his pants. I know exactly what Iâm going to have to do now. But itâs okay, I liked this better than being in trouble, it makes me feel happy inside when Sir is happy.
âIf you do well, you can have something to eat. Get to it.â
He sits back down in the chair; his pants are now at his ankles. I scoot closer so now I am only a few inches from his private spot. I move my hand to grab him but he stops me,
âUh uh, no hands today, pet. Just your mouth.â
So I move my hand away and lift up on my knees until I kiss the head. I hear him take a deep breath, so that means Iâm off to a good start, maybe I will get something really good to eat today. I pull him deeper into my mouth and suck really hard; he lets out a hissing sound and tells me to ease up a little. So I suck him gently, up and down, up and down, using my tongue to swirl around the top the way he likes it. Sirâs breath is starting to get fast, so thatâs what I do too. I suck harder and faster and move my head a little bit, and then before you know it, he grabs my head and pushes me down all of the way so that my nose is pressed into his curly brown pubic hair. Then I feel the warm stuff, and like a good girl, I swallow.
I pull off of him, making sure I didnât lose a drop so that he will be proud of me. Leaning back on my knees again I go back into the position I am supposed to be in. âHow was that, pet?â Sir asks me.
âVery good Sir, thank you.â I smile at the ground.
âYouâre Welcome,â he takes my head in his hands and makes me look at him. Even though he is beautiful, sometimes I donât like to look at him. Itâs hard to enjoy it when I get in trouble for it all of the time, so I guess itâs just that it keeps me on my toes. I look at his eyes, oh no. He looks so scary right now, but I canât look away, then I will get into a lot more trouble for disrespecting him. âDo you want to play a game?â Sir is still naked and I am starting to see his private area get hard again. I wish I could say no, Iâm so hungry. But if I say no, then I will make him angry, then Iâll never eat.
âYes.â
âGood, stand up.â When I stand, he takes me over to the black table. I hope this game gets over with soon. When we get to the table, he pushes my top half down so that I am half lying on the table. Like always, I push my arms above my head so he can tie the into the robe holes. When thatâs finished, he leaves the quiet room for a few minutes. I donât know where he went, but he didnât shut the door behind him, and I think I see a little bit of light. Maybe if Iâm good at this game, Iâll get to go see what the light is.
Sir comes back in and moves a little cart around so that itâs by my right hip. He picks up something that sounds like metal, my head is more comfortable to the left, so I donât dare to look and see what it is. All of a sudden, there is something really cold and hard on my back. Iâm starting to get really scared again. Sir must hear my breathing because he smacks my butt really hard. I bite my lip to blunt the pain, itâs not as bad as they get when Iâm in trouble.
Sir turns a dial, and I hear a little buzzing noise, maybe itâs one of those vibrating things he put on me one time. Thereâs a horrible sharp sting feeling on my lower back. âAh!â I yelled, but Sir just laughed at me. The second time is on my rib cage, it makes me jump, and I end up flinching so high that I hit the stinger again and sting myself on the same place. Tears are running over my face now, my back is starting to sting really back, like ten bees are stinging me in one spot. He does it again on my shoulder blade, and I scream. I canât take it, itâs so painful. âSir, please! No more, please Sir.â I sob into my arm that is tied above my head.
I feel it again, but right under my butt next to my private area, he holds it there for so long and the pain is just searing right through me. My back hurts, and Sir doesnât care how much heâs hurting me. I cry and beg, but the more I do it, the longer he keeps the stinger in one spot. Finally he stops and I hear him turn it off, thank God. He reaches up and unties my arms, and I fall to the floor. Sir grabs my arms, pulls me up and makes me stand straight. When Iâm finally good on my feet, I feel him hit me, right under my left eye, I fall to the floor.
Another beating, why does this always happen? The next blow goes to my ribs, but itâs his foot that does the rest of the punishment. âThank me,â I canât catch my breath, so I concentrate on trying to breath, âTHANK ME!â
Sir shouts as me and then kicks me in my stomach again, so I suck it up and get on my knees in front of him. I can feel the ache still in my back, but I ignore it.
âThank you, Sir.â I choke out.
âWhy are you thanking me?â
âBecause I was disobedient. Iâm sorry Sir. Iâll do anything to make you happy.â
He starts for the door, âToo late.â He grabs the cart and drags it with him out of the door. All too soon, the door is slammed and locked again. There probably wonât be a meal again tonight, but I know what will come tomorrow.
Punishment.
I remember my friends telling me of these men they were seeing. I wish I could trade places with one of them.
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