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Don’t Walk Home Through Alleyways…

The wind chilled my arms as I walked  through the night. In my high heels, I was walking unsteadily, especially after the drinks I’d had bought for me all night. I had to admit, I looked hot. Hot enough to be able to get free drinks from guys all night. 
I was quite tall at about 5’6″ with long brown hair that fell past my shoulders loose curls. I had a decent pair of boobs too; 36D and a cleavage that could be easily seen in the tight low cut top I was wearing. My ass wasn’t too bad either- I had the perfect hourglass figure and I knew how to accentuate it in tight, revealing clothes. Some think I’m a slut because of how I dress, but I just know how to tease the guys until I get what I want.
I shivered again, wishing I didn’t have so much skin exposed- it was a cold night and I was beginning to regret not taking a taxi home. I was going to freeze before I got home. 
Deciding that I would rather face the shadows of an alley than another mile walk in my shoes, I turned left into a dark path between two buildings. 
I walked like that for a while, then stopped suddenly. Was I just imagining it, or were there another set of footsteps echoing in the night. I listened for a moment, then started walking again, relaxed. 
Maybe I shouldn’t have had so much to drink, I thought with a giggle. I’m even hearing things now.
Then I heard it. A cough. About 20ft behind me. I wasn’t imagining it, I was being followed! Panicking, I started running, trying not to stumble in my high shoes. I looked behind me to see if I was being followed and suddenly collided into a large mass in front of me. Before I realised what had happened, a hand was over my mouth and something cold and sharp was at my throat.
“You make one sound Bitch and I’ll cut that pretty throat of yours,” a snarling voice said into my ear. “You understand?”
I nodded slightly, unable to say anything anyway with the hand over my mouth. 
“This isn’t a good time of night for someone like you to be wandering  around,” my assailant said, moving the knife down my chest slowly to rest just underneath my bra straps. “You never know who might happen to find you”
As he said the words, he pulled on the knife, cutting the thin straps of my dress and bra. From out of the shadows, I saw more faces to begin to appear as more people stepped forward. All were quite large men with threatening gleams in their eyes. It was then
 that I started to struggle.
Suddenly I felt the knife at my neck again, pressing harder than before. 
“Bitch, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop struggling and take what we give you. Slut like you’ll probably like it anyway.”
To the others, he said “Help me get her on the ground.” Then I felt multiple pairs of hands pushing me down from the standing position onto all fours. The hand was removed from my mouth, but I didn’t dare scream. My bare knees were pressed against the rough ground and I could feel my short skirt riding up, exposing my plump ass and lacy red panties. I could feel the eyes resting on my behind and I begin to cry as it caught up to me what was about to happen and how powerless I was to stop it.
“Please…don’t do this. I can give you money, anything you want. Please, just not this!” I begged whoever was listening. I suddenly felt the impact of a fit hitting my face, leaving my cheek burning with pain. The hit shocked me into silence and brought fresh tears into my eyes.
“Bitch, you better fucking shut up. We’ve been waiting all night for a nice piece of pussy like yours, haven’t we boys?”
A murmur of agreement came from the men around me.
“Now we are going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before and you’re going to enjoy, you little slut.”
At that, I felt the coolness of his knife slip under my panties and pull them off in one quick motion. Then I heard movement behind me and felt something position itself between my pussy lips. I struggled, but I was held too tight and my assailants dick drive itself forward into my unwilling pussy. He pushed forward slowly, each inch agonising me until he was in to his balls. Then he pulled back slowly until just the head was left inside me. He repeated this pattern a few times, increasing speed each time. The pain was unbearable-his prick must’ve been around 7″ and very thick. His pounding of my tight pussy was more than I could handle. I shouted out in pain as each thrust, he bottomed out, letting his balls slap against my pussy lips each time. 
“Someone shut the bitch up,” I heard someone say. A moment later, I saw a rock hard prick spring up in front of my face and a hand force my mouth open for it. 
“Swallow it slut and if you dare bite, this knife with be going down your throat instead. Complying in fear, I opened my mouth wide and tried to swallow his dick. It wasn’t thick, but it was one of the longest I’d ever seen. I swallowed as much as I could, but that wasn’t enough for him. I felt a hand on the back of my head, forcing his cock down into my throat. I almost choked at first, but slowly became accommodated to his short, sharp thrusts.
Meanwhile, the guy fucking from behind was building up the pace. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was done. Sure enough, I heard him yell out then felt his dick twitch a few times then my pussy filled with his warm cum. He pulled out, only to be quickly replaced my someone else. My arms and legs were let go of, but I couldn’t go anywhere, I was trapped between being fucked brutally from behind an being face fucked. I wanted to get away from the one pounding my pussy. He was worse than the last one; his cock was a lot thicker and felt about the same length as the other’s. Each thrust was brutal and felt like it would drag my insides out. At least I had some cum inside me to lubricate it a bit I thought.
It went on like that for a few moments, then the one in fucking my face started moaning that he was coming and sprayed his load down my throat. I couldn’t managed it all. Each burst just filled my mouth up even more until beads of his cum spilled out of my mouth. I swallowed why I could and when he pulled out and gulped in a few big breaths. 
Looking to my sides, I saw men pumping away at their dicks by hand, waiting for their turn. My stomach turned in horror. Including the one pounding my battered pussy and the one who had just had his turn with my face, there were 5 men who would expect me to satisfy them. 
Another cock found it’s way into my mouth and quickly found a rhythm. Mercifully, at about that time, the guy behind me pulled out and sprayed his cum over my ass and pussy lips. I breathed in relief. Nothing could be as bad as that punishment. 
Unfortunately, I turned out to be wrong. 
Another prick positioned itself behind me, this time, at my puckered asshole rather than my pussy. I felt the person press forward slowly, putting me in agonising pain at this unexpected invasion. I would have screamed had my mouth not been so full. Instead, it only came out as a strangled moan as my virgin asshole was penetrated. He pushed forward slowly until the head of his dick was anchored in my ass. Then he pushed his way in with such force that he bottomed out with one thrust. He pulled out again, almost completely, then pushed forward again like before. I thought I was going to die, it hurt so much. I wanted to scream and yell, but I couldn’t, not with the treatment my mouth was being given. They both pounded at me like that for a while, the pain in my ass slowly subsiding as my rapist gained a steady rhythm. The one in my mouth reached his limit and pulled out to deposit his load all over my face and in my hair, leaving my mouth ready for someone else. The one with his dick up my ass started gaining pace so fast, I thought I would set on fire. Then, after a couple seconds of frantic thrusting, he too deposited his load inside me, the spreading warmth of cum up my ass an unfamiliar feeling. 
They fucked me like that for what seemed like forever. Every time one had finished, there was always another one to take his place. It seemed never ending. Despite that, eventually, they left me, spent in the alley, with cum dripping out of my orifices, as they chuckled about what a good fuck I was.

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One Night in Arkham

The night was much the same as every other night during the midst of winter in the city of Arkham; frigid, black and eerie. A sense of unease and gloom hung in the air, typical of the cold Arkham nights. The dread of the night was exaggerated by the sparse light produced by the street lamps; long stretches of shadow bridging the gap between them.
James couldn’t say exactly what drove him out to pace the streets on a night like this. Alone, freezing and out of touch with the reality around him he wandered down the street. James’ mind fluttering from one thought to another as his footsteps rang against the cobble paths. His mind centered on his writings, specifically his current novel. Due by the end of the year, James was only halfway through the write up when he was seized by writer’s block. Perhaps that was why he was out in this dismal darkness. Sleepless nights and the worries on his mind gnawed at James as he meandered down the smooth cobble streets.
The sudden jerk of his shoelace underneath his foot pulled him from his thoughts as James nearly toppled over. Kneeling down to retie his laces, James looked around to see where he his midnight walk brought him. Large, looming building surrounded him, the smell of fish and salt filled him.
‘The docks and its warehouses’ James realized, quite a ways from his apartments.
Sounds whispered in the distance, one of the many pubs that serviced the sailors and fishermen was still open. The rumble of his stomach urged James towards the sounds, hoping for a quick bite to eat.
Rounding a corner, his eyes focused on a different kind of treat. Standing beneath one of the few street lamps was a pale figure with hair of fire.
‘A dock whore, but not a common dock whore’ concluded James.
Scantily clad in a mildly thick coat, black knee length skirt and boots up to half calf, she turned her head at the sound of his footsteps. James looked at her pale slender face, his eyes immediately caught in hers. Two bright silvery blue pools of ice captivated him with their sparkle. The woman smiled at him, causing a flush to creep up his neck. Smiling back James passed her by, heading towards the door of the pub.
The air filled his longs, layered with the scents of the small establishment. Beer, grease and the smell of dock people was thick as James pushed passed a few men to take a seat. A thick woman pushed towards him, empty pints in her hand and a scowl on her face.
“What do ya want?” she bellowed over the ruckus.
“A beer and some fish” was all the response he managed before the homely woman was pushing towards the bar.
Waiting for the woman to return with his fare, James’ thoughts returned to the woman outside. She was a mystery; most dock whores are the chubbier and uglier girls too homely to work the richer parts of town. This woman was young, slender, pale and beautiful. The thought of her smile made James flush again. Feeling ridiculous for lusting over a simple whore he looked around. The thick serving-woman was returning to him with a plate and pint. The food was plain but tasty, cod fried in a batter on a bed of cut fried potatoes. The beer was a thick, dark brew that tasted sweet on his tongue. The meal satiated his stomach but not his mind. James continued to dwell on the pale beauty with fierce red hair that framed her slender face. The bright silvery blue eyes that captured his had captivated his thoughts. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer James stopped the serving woman as she passed.
“Excuse me, do you know anything about that young woman outside, underneath the street lamp?”
The woman walked to the window with no sense of subtlety and peered out the frosted panes. She turned to him scowling, making a rude noise.
“What woman? There’s not a soul out there. Don’t waste my time!” spat the woman as she pushed off again.
Slumping in his chair, James’ heart sank. He had hoped the woman would still be out there. He had wanted a chance to talk to her. Laying his money on the table and picking himself up James exited the pub into the cold night air once more.
Sighing, James headed back the way he came, hoping to reach his apartments and find some sleep. Rounding the corner, a flickering street lamp in the distance caught his eye. In the flicker of light James caught a glimpse of a pale figure with hair of fire push into an alley. James’ heart jumped as he picked up his pace, calling out to her. The woman looks back around the corner and smiles.
“And just what do you want handsome? Going to turn me down again?” teased the woman as James neared her. Her voice a seducing half sigh, half moan.
Standing in front of her in the flickering light James studied her features more closely. She stood near eye level with him, but only because of the boots she wore. He estimated her at 5’8’ to his 5’11”. Her eyes twinkled like icy stars in the flickering light. He could only feel disarmed when her smile spread across her face. His eyes never leave hers as he speaks.
“I wanted to talk to you.” The flush crept up his neck as she smiled at him, drawing closer.
“Talk huh,” her hand touched his leg, inching towards the growing bulge, “are you sure that’s all?” James’ cock stiffens at her touch, six and half inches straining for release.
“No…” he manages as her fingers trace the fabric pressed against his cock. She giggled a light, soft laugh and smiles.
“Good, I was hoping for more than a boring conversation from a handsome man like you.”
She flattered him, as all whores do with their possible customers. James knew he was no Adonis, he was an average man. Standing 5’11 James was just over the average height. Short golden brown hair topped his head and a short cropped reddish brown beard framed his face. His greenish blue eyes the murky color of brackish water. A regular body supported his plain head. Not quite a muscle machine James was at least in shape enough to please most women. His real charms sparkled when he spoke. Being a man of words with a honeyed tongue gave James an advantage in many aspects. Though for once unable to form anything with his lips, he just stared into her eyes. The flickering lamp illuminated the silver in her eyes. She took him by the hand, beckoning him to follow.
“C’mon, I know a place that’s a bit more private than the open street.” James followed eagerly as she led him into the alley. His mind returns to him as her hand is no longer teasing his cock.
“Why is someone like you down by the docks?” he asked, finding the words. She slowed, stopping in the alley.
“Someone like me?”
“Well you’re a whore, obviously, but most of the dock whores are usually a bit more..homely.” She laughed at that, her soft giggle bouncing off the buildings.
“I have certain appetites that can’t be satiated elsewhere.” She winked at him and continued on.
‘So she’s a bit deviant’ mused James, his member throbbing at the thought.
A wooden fence momentarily blocked the pair, a small push and the decrepit wooden door opened without resistance. They emerged into a larger alley, one made spacious to allow for the loading and unloading of goods to the warehouses.
“Are you sure about this alley? It’s still fairly public.” James quipped. Moving forward she let go of his hand and motioned for him to help move crates aside.
“No, in here.” She bent down to lift up the loading bay door, her skirt tight against her ass.
“It’s private, I promise,” echoes lightly through the warehouse as she saunters through the door with James at her heels.
“What’s your name?” James asked suddenly, following her towards an alcove.
“Most men wouldn’t trouble themselves with the name of their whores,” she replies, smirking. A large crate blocked their path. The pair moved it aside. In the alcove is a mattress and small lantern.
“A hideout the overseer lets me use for just a few favors.” James encircled her hips with his arms, pulling her against him.
“Your name,” he whispers.
“Elisa, “she whispers back, grinding her ass against him stiffened cock.
“I’m James, “he manages as his member tries to break the cloth barrier.
Elisa turns around, shedding her coat in the dim light. Her breasts are just more than a handful. They bounced free underneath her thin shirt. James reaches towards her hips, taking the shirt by its hem and slides it over her head. Her pale beautiful breasts free themselves into the night air, her nipples hardened from the cold. James pulls her to him, pressing kisses on her neck and chest. Elisa arches her head back; sighing, her fingers run through his hair. A giggle escapes her as his short cropped beard tickles her at every kiss. James slides his hands up her stomach to cup breasts. His thumbs caress her taut pink nipples.
Kisses path the way before James’ mouth encompasses her breast. His tongue flicking at the hardened nipple as his thumb works the other. Pushing James back she pushes his coat from his shoulders and lifts his shirt over his head. Falling to her knees Elisa presses her lips against his clothed manhood, feeling the heat emanating as it throbs in anticipation. She bites him gently before releasing his six and a half inch cock from its fabric prison.
Gripping it gingerly in her hand she stares into his eyes and runs her tongue along the shaft of his cock. Elisa’s tongue circles the head, lapping at the precum. James exhales heavily at her teasing display.
“Ahh, stop teasing Elisa!”
Elisa smiles around his cock, her lips pressed tightly together as they move down the shaft. His moan echoes loudly in the warehouse.
“Just like that” he grunts as his fingers tangle into her hair.
Her tongue circles along the length, causing a shudder to ripple through James’ body. Elisa begins to bob her head faster, his cock throbbing in her mouth. James begins to thrust into her as his orgasm takes control. With a single grunt as her only warning his cum erupts into her mouth. His seed coats the back of Elisa’s throat as she milks the last drops from him. A small pop sounds as she pulls him from her mouth. She gives his cock one last lick before swallowing the pool of cum at the back of her throat and standing up.
“Better than the usual whore,” James claims, leaning against a wall after his powerful orgasm.
“Being better comes with a higher price though, and this is just the start,” She smiles at him. Kicking off her boots and pushing her skirt and panties off in one quick motion she lays down on the mattress.
“I expect my clients to return the favor.” She purrs at him.
James lowers himself onto the mattress and takes in the sight before him. Elisa’s pussy was already wet, glistening in the dim light with a trimmed patch of bright red hair. Her clit was exposed and craving attention.
“What are you waiting for James? “ She coos. Elisa places her hand on his head and pulls him into her.
James’ lips press into her, teasing her with the lightest touch. Snaking his tongue out and running it along her lips causes Elisa to shake in excitement. No longer wanting to tease her James pushes his tongue into her moist pussy. Her sweet, woman taste covers his tongue as it works the entrance of her womanhood. Small gasping moans escape as clouds of frost from Elisa’s mouth. Pushing back slightly James lifts her up a few inches. His tongue darts out again to flicker against her puckered asshole. A loud gasp emits from Elisa when his tongue pushes into the tight hole. A small twist and it’s back out, sliding along the length of her slit to press hard against her clit.
Tenderness leaves James as his mouth presses around her pulsating clit. Sucking hard on the nub he slides two fingers into her wet hole. Pumping into her hard, he flicks his tongue over her clit. The moans grow louder as she begins to writhe under his sexual assault. Biting lightly on her clit James slides his juice covered fingers out of her. The brief respite is ended as his finger slides into her ass, beginning to pump slowly as he nibbles the sensitive clit. Elisa begins to squeal and beg for release. James smiles as he pulls his finger from her ass and jams two into her sopping wet pussy. Pressing his mouth harder against her he sucks and flicks her clit furiously. His fingers work deep into her gripping pussy. Elisa screams loudly as her orgasm crashes into her body. Waves of pleasure flow through her. Her back arches, her legs clamp tight around James’ head until the pleasure starts to fade away.
“That was more,” panted Elisa “Than I expected..” she finished, laying there trying to catch her breath.
“I wanted to make sure I paid in full.” James smirked at her.
“Not to worry, I always collect what’s due to me.” Elisa turned and looked at James.
“When do you plan to use that?” She asks, pointing playfully at his hard cock.
In response to her question James rolls her over, pulling her up to her knees and elbows. He places the head of his manhood at the entrance to her pussy. The juices from her coat his cock as it pushes into the velvety walls of her sex. Wrapping his hands around her hips James sheathes himself inside her. Slowly rocking his hips back and forth, James sighs as Elisa’s pussy contracts around his throbbing, hard cock. She raises her head to give a light moan.
“Mmm, is that all? Give me more James.” She rotates her hips around his cock, meeting his thrusts in time.
James slaps her ass playfully, his thrust quickening. Licking his finger he slides it into her ass without warning. Elisa’s back arches as she meets his thrusts. His finger and cock in time with one another as they build towards another eruption. James pulls his hand free, tired of the slow pace. James grips her hips hard in his hands. She squeals meekly as he starts to pump into her, pulling her towards his thrusts. Her pussy grips his cock like a silk vice. Throbbing inside of her he groans loudly. One hand reaches towards her head, twining her hair between his fingers. James pulls her hair back towards him, arching her back farther as he mercilessly pounds her sex. Elisa’s pussy drips around his cock, wet from the savage treatment he gives. His cock pulses with her contracting muscles. Moans, groans and screams fill the warehouse, echoing off the walls. Letting go of her hair James’ hand returns to her waist and pulls her toward him. A moan escapes his lips as his the orgasm tears through his body, shots of cum paint the walls of her pussy. James and Elisa breathe hard as they separate. He collapses down onto the mattress next to her. Elisa watches James, her silvery blue eyes never leaving him. He turns to her and smiles like a fool.
“That was great.” James exclaims as he lay there catching his breathe.
“It was,” Elisa purrs at him, “But you still owe me.”
“Oh?” James’ eye twinkles at the prospect of owing her like he had before.
Elisa rolls over onto James, her pussy sliding down onto his still hard cock. Their eyes meet.
‘The eyes are wrong’ he thought. Fear gripped him as she slid up and down his cock. She stared at him coolly.
“I told you I had appetites, James..” she smiled at him. Her flesh began to crack and break. James attempted to push her off but his arms wouldn’t work. Skin turned to scales as the woman transformed before his eyes. Gills sprouted at her neck and she smiled again, razor sharp barbs had replaced the smile that disarmed him. James struggled to move but his body would not cooperate. Warmth began to creep up his torso from his crotch. He grew weaker, more unable to fight. A pale creature of terror with fiery red fins was on top of him.
Elisa’s eyes never left his as she drained the body beneath her. Her teeth gleamed as she leaned towards him. Death took him slowly. Panic marked his face and silent screams filled his throat.

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Iribis, a Demon Unbound

(Please comment) The second chapter in the lustful demons flesh bound book. Iribis is now a crime lord and when the police bust in led by a sexy female police officer, things get interesting.

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The Demons Harem Part Three: Demons Powers

The leader of the demon guards, Cail, had successfully scared the girls into complete silence. He separated them into 6 cages by themselves, lining the now fully lit hallway they had seen the young unconscious blonde girl get carried down only moments ago. Six demons for the six remaining girls. They sat or stood quietly, awaiting the worst. Cail spoke to them like the slaves they were.
“You will not struggle. You will not fight. Not if you value the precious soft skin on your bones, you wont. If you try to fight, or escape, you will be whipped until blood is drawn.”
The demons paired up with their chosen girl. The first demon with dark green skin swung open the gate to the first girls cage. The girl was sitting on the ground, her knees pulled tight to her chest. The demon grabbed both her ankles with one hand and pulled her out of the cage dragging her ass on the tough concrete ground.She yelped and closed her eyes, her whole body tensing. He pulled her dress over her head
and pushed her back against the ground. She stayed very still as he fondled her breasts with both hands. She looked so small underneath his hands. He brought his mouth down to her nipple and bit softly with his sharpened teeth. She whimpered as quietly as she could and hoped he would not bite too hard and cut into her.
He pulled his mouth away, smiling a small evil smile as he quickly pulled her up by one arm and flipped her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her wrists and extended her arms down by her side then rested his knees on top of the palms of her hands. She winced at the weight of him, but didn’t struggle. He pushed her legs up and open and met a little resistance from the girl. He smacked her across the back of the head roughly, physically telling her to stop it. She gave in to the warning and relaxed as much as her body would let her.
He pushed up her legs and spread them until her pussy was pushed out and open to him. He brought his hands up to her ass cheeks and spread them slowly. she tensed her legs hoping he would not stretch her further. He pulled his hands further away, pulling her skin tight and making her pussy open even more to him. He pulled one hand away and used only one hand to spread her cheeks for him. He put his finger up against her soft pink opening and she started to pull away.
“I’m only going to give you this one last chance to quit resisting before I beat the hell out of you” He whispered in her ear as he slowly pushed his finger up into her pussy. Inch by inch he penetrated her as she tried to keep still.
He felt no barriers so he pressed his forefinger forward, all the way inside her until he felt the base of her.
“Not a virgin are we?”
She just made small sobbing sounds in response.
“Well that’s fine with me, I’m sure you still have some bit of virginity left in you somewhere” He said, moving his finger up towards her other tiny hole. She gasped and shut her eyes tight. He pulled away his hand away instead and removed his kilt.
His cock was almost instantly hard. About the same size as the threshers only smoother and cleaner.He held his cock in one hand and and guided himself towards the smallest of her openings. He rested the head of his cock over her asshole and she jumped. He was so big, there was no way he was going be able to fit inside her.
She felt his cock become wet against her skin. He had made his own cock slick and slippery as he started to push against her. He took both hands and wrapped them around her hips and down around each leg and wrenched her body back towards his while he lunged his cock forward, ripping through the poor girls asshole in one quick stroke.He ignored the screaming that followed, ignored the small struggles of her trying to crawl forward to get away from his violent thrusting. He stopped his ryhthm only to press in further, as only about a third of his cock was buried into her ass.
She felt so full already, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore.
He did not stop, just kept pushing further, slowly a few more inches deeper. He pulled out for just a quick moment and then rushed forward again, drawing another scream from her mouth, muffled by being smashed up against the cold concrete floor.He sank his cock in even further, feeling her insides trying to accommodate his very large cock. His cock was almost halfway inside her, just a few more inches. He so badly wanted to feel his balls coming to rest against her warm wet opening.
Cail was watching him sink himself as deep as he could into the girl. He knew the demon could not completely fill her tiny vessel under normal circumstances.
“Concentrate…use her body, control it, bend it to your will” He said softly to the greenish demon beside him.
He closed his eyes and was still inside the girl for a moment. She suddenly felt her insides cramming together. He was manipulating her body with his mind.
He pressed himself further onto the girl, his cock sliding deeper still into the girls now gaping hole. He had made room for the rest of his massive cock with just his thoughts, she began to realize she was under his complete control.
He began to fuck her hard and deep, each thrust forward sinking his throbbing dick into the limits of her body. Finally his balls came to rest up against her sloppy wet sex, he was satisfied. So was Cail.
“Very good…continue.”
He reached his hand down underneath her and felt her belly. He could feel the bulge through her skin where his cock was invading her body. The girl was almost limp…barely conscious just hoping this would all be over soon.Feeling her ass crammed up against him he knew he was as deep inside her as he could be. He then began furiously thrusting in and out of her, pulling out almost past the huge bulbous head of his cock and then pushing back in until his balls slapped loudly against her pussy.
She passed out somewhere in the midst of his violent thrusting which probably would make things easier for
her. A few moments more and he was coming, hard and fast…deep into her insides. He pushed forward as deep as he could go and shot his sperm straight into her in one very long stream and under great pressure. He kept coming…kept filling her up. You could see a small bulge in her belly as he continued stuffing her with even more cum. The bulge below her bellybutton grew a little rounder as he sent the last of his load deep into her. He pulled his cock out of her ass and she fell over, still unconscious.

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Alice Chapter Four

AliceChapter FourThe Brig
Alice had had herself an indulgent bout of sobbing, and felt that now she ought to try being productive instead. She was locked in a steel room, with only her stockings and a slops bucket. Escape seemed improbable. If her last day in this world were any indication, Alice was fairly sure that these people intended to rape her. Well, the captain at least. She didn’t see how the pawns could do so; their groins were notably devoid of genitalia. Alice didn’t know she could do very much to stop that, so perhaps she had better have a think about what to do afterwards. Could she make a break for it when the captain was sated? Might he simply let her go afterwards? Well, she supossed, she didn’t really know very much, and how could she plan anything without knowing anything?
She heard a loud banging over the top of the din from the furnace. She got to her feet and found she could just peer through the slats of the door if she stood on tip toes. A few feet from the door two black pawns were nailing together some kind of frame, a beam perhaps four inches wide and deep, and about three feet long was being attached to a pair of A legs, stoutly framed with bracers. As she watched they hammered in metal rings, one each on the legs near the foot, two more in the middle of the beam, and another two were being put it near the top.
One of the pawns seemed to notice her, and grinned, though without a mouth, it was just those odd moulded lips that moved. He turned to face her and looked down at himself. Alice gasped as between his legs the plastic began to bulge, quickly forming a rounded sausage that grew, becoming erect as she watched. It swelled in seconds, coming to a full foot in length. He put his hands on his hips, and thrust them, pantomiming fucking.
Alice dropped down and went back to the corner. Oh dear, she thought, this is quite a pickle. These strange black mannequins seemed unreasonably capable of raping her too, and they had been told to ‘warm her up’. She wondered how many of them would do so, there were four of them assembling the wooden frame thing, not counting the red ones who seemed to be chained in place, but there had been at least a dozen she’d seen as she was brought down here.
A shadow passed over her, and she looked up. Through the metal grill in the ceiling she could just make out the captain, standing on the grill.
“Please, sir, let me go, I’ve never done anything to you!” she cried. That was greeted only by a snort.
“Now now, we’ve not even had a chance to meet you properly, and already you want to go? I’m afraid I can’t let that happen, not when such a delightful prize just falls into my boat, no, you’ve got a lot of entertaining to do before we’re through with you.” With a grunt and a deep breath the captain came down on his knees, leering in through the metal.
“If you’re a very good girl then I might consider throwing you overboard when we’re done. I’m tempted though to put you into my boiler, there’s not much fat on you, little girl, but any fuel’s good fuel to me!” Alice gaped, sudden terror filling her body, so acute it was like pain. They were going to burn her?!
“We might even do you the kindness of killing you before we shovel you in, wouldn’t that be nice?” Alice just stared, mute with fear.
“Well, I’d think you’d prefer getting thrown overboard, when it all comes down to it, eh?” Alice nodded, her head jerking, the horror binding her muscles.
“I may do that, if I take a liking to you. Do you think I will?”
“I hope so, sir,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around her.
“Let’s see, shall we?” The captain leered as he undid his flies, and extracted his dick. It was soft, Alice noticed with some relief, though it looked like it would be big when it was hard. It was pale, with traces of swarthy hair, and what looked like some sores of some kind. There was an obnoxious smell that emanated from his trousers.
“I can’t reach, sir, you’re too high up!”
“Oh, you don’t need to. Show me how much you enjoy getting a shower
” he growled and as he did so, he started to piss. Alice had watched the cat urinating only an hour or so before, but that had been curiously natural, a carnal thing.
“Don’t just look at it, bitch, show me you love it!” growled the captain. Alice nervously stepped forwards, and tentatively put her hand into the streams, feeling the hot piss splashing on her. The captain adjusted his aim, and suddenly Alice was getting a torrent of urine in her face. She squealed in shock and started to back away.
“No, no!” he yelled, “Get under it, and tell me you love it!” Alice closed her eyes, feeling the tears on her cheeks being washed away by the fat captain’s pee. She stepped forwards, feeling the gushing, stinking stuff flooding her hair, running down her naked body.
“I can’t hear you
” he growled, “tell me you love it!”
“I love it, sir!”
“What do you love? And look up at me!” Alice raised her head, keeping her eyes closed she felt the full force of his stream.
“I love you pissing on me, sir!” she yelped, hot piss splashing her mouth as she spoke the words.
“Better. Now, hold your mouth open, I have to finish!” Alice obediently opened her lips, and was rewarded with the last few moments of urine filling her mouth. It certainly tasted bad, it was sweet and had the flavour of alcohol, but was also thick with ammonia. Still, even the captain’s wasn’t as bad as she had feared it would be.
“Now, swallow it!” he commanded. She did so reluctantly, fearing she would be induced to vomit. She was able to keep it down though, and looked up at the captain as he got to his feet.
“Well, I’ve seen worse I suppose. Not many, mind you. What do you say?” he laughed as he put his prick away.
“Thank you, sir
”
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank for my,” she hesitated, “piss shower?”
“Good enough. Maybe you’ll do better when I come back for a shit!” He laughed, a full belly laugh as he watched Alice’s dumbfounded expression. She almost fell to the floor, reeling at the fat man’s suggestion. He couldn’t be serious, he just couldn’t. She leaned back against the wall, the smell of the captain’s cooling piss flooding her nostrils.The Wooden Bench
Alice didn’t have much time to collect herself. It was only a few minutes before she heard the bar being slammed back on the door. She grabbed the slop bucket and as the door opened she threw it will all her strength. It hit the pawn in the chest and he stepped back, looking down at the splattering of piss and shit on his chest. She backed into the corner as he stepped through and gripped her arms. She screamed, fear filling her as he started to pull her towards the door. A second pawn came in, and together they lifted her up and manhandled her through to the engine room. The bench was waiting, and two more of the black plastic men pulled her down onto it.
The captain was there, sneering at her as the pawns forced her hands down the front two legs, running rope round her wrists, they quickly and expertly tied them to the metal rings. Alice kicked and struggled, but soon they had her legs tied down too. A single loop of rope pulled her neck down onto the wood, lifting her face so she stared into the boat’s furnace. The last rope went round her waist, securing her down on the bench. The captain squatted down, his face next to hers.
“I’ve given you to the whole crew,” he murmured, “what do you think of that?” Alice said nothing, shocked into silence.
“They’ll get you ready for me, they’re going to be thorough. They’re going to fuck you raw. But you’re going to like it, if you don’t want to go in there,” he whispered as he pointed to the roaring flames in the furnace, “so what do you say? Are you going to be good?”
“I’ll be good,” Alice whispered.
“Ask me, beg me for it.”
“Please, I want to do it.”
“Do what, bitch?”
“I want to fuck your men.”
“Yeah, you do, I can tell, you’re a slut, a whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir
”
“Tell me!”
“I’m a slut! I’m a whore!” The captain grinned, and stood, unbuckling his belt, and pulling his cock and balls free.
“Kiss my balls!” he commanded, bringing the sweaty reeking things to her lips. As tears flowed down her cheeks she pouted her lips, and brought them to the sagging wrinkled flesh.
“Good girl. Right, this is the first shift,” he gestured as six black pawns lined up behind him. Each had a dick growing between their legs now. Four of them simple rounded tubes, but one had a series of bulges, growing in size from tip to root, the first the size of a golfball, the last like a grapefruit. The final pawn had three writhing, snakelike tentacles, each as thick as a banana.
The captain turned to speak to the plastic men.
“You have half an hour, use her as much as you can.” With a laugh, he placed an upturned hourglass on the bricks supporting the furnace, and with that, he left, and Alice looked up tearfully as the six black pawns moved past her. She shuddered as she felt their hands, so many hands, gliding down her back, down to her tight cheeks. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the sounds and the heat of the furnace as thick, smooth plastic fingers forced into her privates. Two fingers in her pussy, then three, four, a fifth forced inside, stretching her cunt. Another finger pushed into her anus, and she clenched instinctively. Nothing had ever entered her bottom before, and she was momentarily carried away with the new sensation. The fingers pulled, and pushed, moving incessantly in her, but then they were gone, and something bigger started to enter her. It was cold, even in the furnace room, with rough edges. Surely not one of those weird pawn cocks, Alice thought, but suddenly the thing was gushing some kind of fluid into her, thick, and slippery. She twisted her head, pulling against the rope to look back, and saw the wide end of a funnel protruding from her pudenda. One of the pawns was holding a big can of what looked like thick black engine grease, and was pouring it into the funnel.
The grease filled her completely, working into every nook and cranny of her cunt, flowing down, dripping into a bucket that stood between the legs of the bench. As the funnel was whipped away, one of the pawns immediately shoved his big black dick into her. She coughed, shocked at the size of him, and despite herself, she felt a small pang of thrill as the cock shot a torrent of slime out of her. Alice whimpered, unable to hold back as the foot of thick, firm pawn prick slid all the way into her. This one was even longer and much thicker than Felix, she could feel every inch of her insides expanded fully.
The pawn didn’t hesitate, as soon as he was fully inside the little girl he pulled back, and began to fuck, a firm pacing, rythmic and powerful, his hands on her hips as he systematically violated her cunt.
Alice gasped, desperate for air as she was methodically pounded. She would never have believed that her pussy could have taken something that size. The lubricant dribbled from her as the plastic man’s hands gripped tighter.
This wasn’t as bad as she had thought, Alice pondered. His huge tool was so big she thought it would have ripped her to pieces, but her cunt was already open enough for it. She turned her head back, looking into the flames as the red pawns continued to shovel stuff into the furnace. She looked closer, it seemed that they were using not coal, but some kind of off-white gooey mulch, a bit like soft cheese. Curious, she wondered what it was even as she was jolted back and forth on the rough wood.
The first pawn slowed, his fingers dug into her skin, and she felt him begin to gush inside her. Where did that come from, she thought, surely they had no where for it to shoot from?
She had no time to relax, though, for as soon as the first one pulled himself from her pussy, a second took his place. This one was smaller, not by much, but she could tell from the way her pussy contracted onto him, enveloping him. He was faster, though, eager, maybe desperate as he screwed her. She felt one hand on the small of her back as the other come down between her buttocks. A finger pushed into her anus and she closed her eyes.
Alice tried to relax as much as she could. The first pawn had only taken a few minutes to get off, maybe this would all be over soon. The light from the furnace was suddenly gone, and she opened her eyes. In front of her was one of the pawns, one with a more or less normal dick. It was hard, curving upwards, and right in front of her face. She lifted her eyes, unable to lift her head. That pawn’s hands gripped the sides of her face, just as Felix had done this morning, and she found her mouth opening automatically. As soon as she did so, he pushed into her, his tool sliding up her tongue. It wasn’t quite like plastic, she thought, more like a hard rubber. It was warm, but then it was like sauna in the engine room anyway. His prick reached the back of her mouth, but kept going. Holding her head, he pushed, and the thick rubbery tube slid into her throat. Alice convulsed as it slid in, and suddenly brought up her stomach, bile exploding round his prick, thick and viscous. The pawn pulled out quickly and she looked up, fearing retribution. He smiled, and patted her on the head before his grin turned to a snarl and he rammed his dick home, sliding all the way down, causing her to retch again, bringing more bile up as he buried his cock in her throat.
She struggled to breathe and as the pawn shafted her little mouth, she bit down as hard as she could. He immediately stopped, she felt his fingers curling into her hair as suddenly he came. Quite the unexpected reaction, she thought, as almost scalding fluid erupted in her throat, mixing with vomit. She could taste a powerful aniseed flavour. He pulled out slowly, her teeth scraping on his member and as he withdrew, he chucked her under the chin and stepped away. As he moved his hands flashed into shapes, fingers darting rapidly. Was this how they communicated, Alice wondered? She’d never heard a sound out of them, and they had no real mouths.
The pawn in her pussy came then, a second big load flooding her. There were a few seconds after his extraction, before a third smooth prick slide inside. One of the black figures stepped in front of her again, and she looked up. It offered her a finger, and she opened her lips enough for him to push it in. She could taste the strange rubbery plastic flavour, the same as the other one’s cock, but also a musky scent. Her tongue explored before she suddenly realized that this must be the finger that had been in her arse. She recoiled from it, and the pawn looked up to his fellow, and began to click his fingers very quickly. Might this be their laughing? She wondered, as she spat, trying to rid herself of the flavour.
The dick in her cunt seemed to be growing, it was already much fatter than the previous two. She looked up at the hourglass. It seemed as though perhaps it was half empty now. The cock was changing shape, she realized, even as the pawn fucked it into her, it was getting wider, and developing ridges. He was pushing down into her, forcing her clitoris down against the wood. Alice was alarmed to realize that she was reacting to this fucking, her pussy was seeping juice, and she could feel a tingle.
The ribbed thing in her cunt was going quickly, too quickly, Alice felt herself close to an unwanted orgasm. As she got close, he finally spurted. He didn’t so much as slow down, his prick reaming her cunt even as he spilt his seed into her. As he pulled free she felt air entering her as her pussy took a second to close up. There was fluid dripping from her now, as the next pawn slid into her. This was the one with three snakes, she realized. They writhed deep inside her, twirling, flexing and exploring as the three sinewy lengths forced her open again.
The feeling was bizarre, not like any of the others. This felt wrong, but also it was touching all of her, she could feel the tentacles touching every one of her most tender areas. Alice looked up at the glass again, and saw it was perhaps two thirds gone. That relief was marred when one of the tentacles appendages suddenly slipped into her anus. It was much bigger than the finger had been and she squealed in shock. There was a sudden sound that she realized was several of the pawns clicking their fingers in laughter. The two snake-cocks in her cunt seemed to intertwine, locking together into a single hard prick.
The three cocks slammed into her, and she gulped in air as she was rammed from behind, rocking the bench. Alice flexed her hands, they were starting to go numb. As she did so the three snake-dicks pulled from her. The relief in her ring was immediate, but short lived as the pawn with the series of bulges popped the first one in. Alice felt her anus close round the bulb just as the triple snaked pawn stepped in front of her, his writhing tools by her lips. She opened her mouth, knowing there was no point resisting. The pawn pushed two in at once. They filled her mouth, squirming into her cheeks. There was a shove behind her, and she felt another two bulges pop into her raw arse. She was opened there now wider than she’d ever been. A fourth bulge forced its way inside her, maybe the size of an apple. The pain was intense, a burning sensation. This one didn’t seem to want to thrust much, he just made slight shifts, his odd shaped cock twitching in her bowels.
After a few moments of face-fucking his pair of dicks into her, she again tasted aniseed as they spurted on her tongue. He pulled them out, and Alice watched as those two went limp, and then began to disappear. The third was still big and hard though, and Alice could tell by the smell and streaks on it that this one had been in her backside. She clamped her mouth shut, determined that she would not taste her own arse again. As she did so, though, the weird one in her backside heaved, and rammed another bulge home. She couldn’t help but yelp at the sudden sharp pain, and that was enough, the third tentacle was slipped into her mouth, and her lips closed on it.
“Come on, you fucks, time’s nearly up!” It was the captain, judging by the voice. Alice’s eyes were tightly shut as the snake in her face pumped into her. She could taste her own bowels on it, a thick musty flavour.
At the sound of the captain’s voice the bulging cone cock in her arse pulled back, and then slammed in again, the passing of the shapes made her ring twitch and flutter. Again and again this happened, and Alice could feel her hole hanging open as the smaller ones passed.
Snake-dick came then, thick wads of licorice spunk filling her mouth. As he withdrew it drooled from her lips as she shrieked from the pain of her anus being ravished. The pawn in her arsehole erupted at the same time. As Alice felt her ring contracting after the violation, she suddenly felt movement, and with a shock of shame and helplessness, she realized she was shitting, explosively, splattering out feces, which sounded like it was mostly landing in the bucket.
The captain looked back and snorted with amusement.
“Oh, my. I suppose I should have told you we’ll be using that bucket to grease you up next time. Maybe it’ll be a little better, now, though, eh?” He sat back, pulling a stool from the shadows. One of the pawns untied one hand, and gripping it tightly, brought it behind her. There wasn’t a need for it, though, Alice didn’t have the strength to do anything. Soon, she was freed, and was carried back into the brig by two of the black plastic men.
As the bolt was slammed home, the captain looked through the window.
“I’m going to let you recover for a while, whilst we think of something new for you, then it’ll all start again. If you show me that you’re a grateful little girl, I’ll give you two hours, and some bread. If not, then one hour and no food.” Alice looked up.
“Thank you sir, for all the fucking.”
“You loved it, didn’t you?”
“I did, sir, I loved it,” Alice sobbed.
“Especially up that tight shitter, I’ll bet.”
“Yes, sir, especially in my rear, I loved being fucked in my rear.”
“You’re a quick learner, I’ll give you that.” Alice heard him laughing as he moved away, and soon all she could hear was the roar of the furnace, and the clanking of machinery. She rested her head against the wall of the brig, and closed her eyes.

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Silent Night

Courtney, a girl who cheats steals and all around is not a good person but acts pure on the surface finds out what happens to the naughty. Merry Christmas, or if your another religion this can still pertain.

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Girl… Interrupted

She gets out of her car, bag and keys in hand. One long exhalation of breath, sending into the air all the frustrations and anxiety of another day of work in which she feels neither comfort nor enthusiasm. A short girl around five feet tall, curvy, with especially large breasts and a voluptuous, well-rounded ass. She ascends the staircase to her apartment, as usual, to be greeted by her pets, as usual. This was what gave her comfort, while at the same time making her feel somewhat isolated. Everything was just as usual. Her routine was a bore to her, she craved excitement yet she feared the consequences of seeking it. So she felt… normal… as usual.
The one thing she knew about herself that was out of the norm and made her brim full of excitement was her sexuality. Never afraid to fantasise and experiment, she knows almost everything she wants and wants what she doesn’t even know yet. Not feeling particularly sexy, as usual, on this particular day, she quickly moves to get herself showered to relax and put her stressful day behind her. But that’s not all she wants behind her. In that shower was not just a place of physical cleanliness but a place of moral and spiritual disgrace. Her fantasies came from anywhere she fancied and she fancied anything that could satisfy her hunger. Her yearning to feel the edge of the earth, that nudging ever closer to heaven, wherever it came from, was worthwhile and greeted with the kind of smile that would let anyone know she wanted to be taken.
She steps into the shower and lets her mind drift, her fantasy, was as follows. She imagines herself laying in the bath. Her large firm, milky breasts move gently with the ebb of the water, her nipples hard and eager to be touched. Her curves marked in the water by the soft, soapy bubble trails that would leave the impression of a cute innocence, yet were hiding an innocence lost. Lost to an over-powering, screaming, sexual desire. As her hands drift over her body she hears a noise amongst the soft music she has playing. She ignores it thinking her cat is playing up and continues to explore her soft, pale skin with her fingertips.
As her fingers reach between her legs a loud CRASH shocks and disturbs her as the bathroom door swings open and a man rushes in, now standing over the frightened, seemingly timid girl. But inside she is anything but timid. Inside she hopes this man is here for more than what he can take and sell. She hopes, inside, that he’s here for what he can take from inside of HER. He tells her to do exactly as he says and she complies. He throws her pink bathrobe at her and tells her to get out of the tub, and as she does she feels a trickle from her inner thigh that is clearly the result of her sexual play and the excitement of this strange man who will do god knows what, to her. Trying to hide her excitement she feigns fear in front of the man. Her robe now on he grabs her by the back of the neck and whispers, “do as you’re told and you’ll be ok”. This didn’t excite her, she didn’t WANT to be ok. She wanted to be his plaything. His cumslut. The man, almost a foot taller and with the kind of looks she’d fantasised about before, had a spell on her and he didn’t even know it.
Still grabbing her roughly by the back of the neck, he sees her robe swing open and gets a quick look at her ample breasts and pert erect nipples. This sends a shiver through him, down his spine and eventually right through his crotch. His mind is made up. Her mind was never in doubt…
In one swift movement he pushes her forward by her neck to bend her over and lifts the back of her robe. Her pussy and asshole now exposed and at his mercy, she tries to hide the small pulsating gushes of her juice that show her true desire as she tries to protest, “no, please” she whimpers, “I told you, QUIET” he demanded and he BURYS his face between her legs, licking in one long swift motion from her clit, right up to her clenched asshole. Licking and rubbing his face down there had left his face glistening with the pollen from her fertile, wanton pussy. Not knowing what to do with himself he merely says, “looks like I got more than I bargained for” as he undoes his pants. With one hand furiously trying to pull out his cock, the other now teasing and rubbing at the entrance to her juicy, hungry hole. Her clit throbbing, she still tries to make out that it’s an attack, “nooo” in another barely believable whimper, “that just makes me want it more” he says defiantly. Then it happens, her head almost in between her legs, she has a clear view of the mans crotch as, out comes his thick, throbbing, juicy-wet fuck-pole. Her eyes now wide with excitement, she swoops on him in one quick movement. On his knees the man almost retaliates with violence, thinking she’s attacking HIM, when her mouth lands expertly and with no embarassment around his meaty cock.
She sucks on it furiously, like she’d been starving in the desert, in need of any nutrients she could find, she worked to get all she could from his dick. The man, still in attack mode slaps her face and chokes her to try and make her realise what a slut she is. Here he is burgling and trying to rape her… and she likes it? The little whore. As she sucks on his balls the man rubs his cock all over her face sending what little eye-make up she had on running everywhere and mixing with his cocks juices. Then he forces her head in between his ass-cheeks and begins to force her face in DEEP. Pressing hard, suffocating at times, her delight could be heard as loud moans when she came up for air, spitting on his crack to make it moist so her tongue could slide in and out of his meathole.
On a major adrenaline rush and knowing that this dirty little cunt will do anything and submit to whatever sick, degrading act he could perform, he roughly bunches her hair in each of his hands and pulls her head back. Telling her to open her mouth, she knew what was coming and didn’t even think of the consequences. In one sharply ended thrust he nailed his cock to the back of her throat, making her gag loudly and spit up. His cock now coated and glazed in her spit and phlegm he bagean to fuck this little bitches skull, only stopping so she could clear her throat of the mixture of juices that were clogging it up. Her mouth and throat overflowing, her big, juice tits were now shining and running thick with the assortment of juices and spit that were being coughed and spluttered from her brand new fuck-hole. This bitch had no shame and he had no conscience.
Driving him crazier still with her wanton, filthy acceptance of his debased actions, he moves away from her and then kicks her to the ground where she lands face-down. Her legs were just far apart enough to give him the idea and in one violent thrust he was inside her. She came almost right away, he was huge and if she wasn’t so wet the pain would’ve been unbearable. Not caring whether he hurt her or not the man continues to assault her, pounding harder with each thrust and thrusting faster whenever he pleased. Her moans of pleasure could be disguised as refusal no more as she begged for “more, more, please go deeper”, she cried and screamed as he tried to give her, not what she wanted but, to hurt her. The more he tried to hurt her the more she liked it. She was the worst kind of cock-lover. Picking her up onto her knees but keeping her face on the floor he started to smash her cunt. He wasn’t trying to please her at all, never was anybody using a womans body so disgracefully, but she loved it. There was nothing she didn’t like about that hard, meaty, juicy, wet dick. Pulling her hair, spanking her til her sexy round arse was raw and covered with handprints. Fucking her like the slut she knew she was. Thats when it came to him. He pulled out his thick, wet, now creamy cock out of her gaping pussy leaving them both breathless.
The girl shuddering and her entire body glistening with sweat, her face matted in pre-cum, his face still shining with her juices. She starts to turn to him when out of nowhere, she feels what she thought was a watermelon enter her asshole. The scream of pain with the shiver of pleasure made her cum instantly. The scream was what forced him on as he started to take brutal advantage of this little cumwhore. By now he knew she deserved his worst. She wanted his cock when he was trying to steal from her, she wanted his cum when she tasted him. She enjoyed being abused by him and he saw this as his justification. Her punishment for enjoying such sick things, was to be used as a cum-bucket, only good for satisfying the urge of his throbbing dick.
Thrusting harder and harder each time up her tight, sexy asshole, her orgasms piled one on top of the other, her screams now of pure delight as the pain edged further into memory, rubbing and fingering her pussy FURIOUSLY and with one joint scream between them she came and gushed all over herself as he pumped a huge load of hot, sticky cum up her pink little asshole. Both exhausted, they flopped onto their backs, barely able to look at each other.
This ends in the strangest manner when the girl turns to him and says “lay still”, he complies, as any man would after such an occassion with a hot, sexy, young girl. Laying perfectly still, he watches her stand, then approach. Not knowing what to expect, he see her get near, now standing over his head. She squats down and says “open wide” and he does, opening his mouth KNOWING what CUMS NEXT. He closes his eyes half-dreading whats to cum. And then it happens. Out of her hot, tight, red-raw, used asshole comes his hot sticky jizz. Spurting into his mouth in short powerful bursts. At first he is disgusted, then that fades as she sits him up and sucks his mouth dry. Swirling it and making bubbles, she gives him that look that anyone would recognise and swallows his entire load…END OF FANTASY!
This is when she cums. Her shower long over, she rubs her pussy to a thrashing climax and gently moans “I wish I was a Girl… Interrupted”

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A Day in the Life of a New Southerner

Disclaimer: the story is set in an A/U of the USA post civil war, the story is very dark and contains derogatory language among other things. If you don’t like it please read no further, but if you do, please no comments concerning the language, you were warned beforehand.
A day in the life of a new southerner
Niggers, I don’t know what we would do without them, if we didn’t have niggers I don’t know where we would be right now. That fuck Lincoln tried to take our niggers from us, but we showed him. My great-great-great granddaddy fought and died under the command of General Lee at the battle of Manassas, as the story is told. His brother was with Lee when Grant surrendered at Appomattox on April the 8th, 1865. I was born on our family’s plantation many years later, and was raised on the stories of my ancestors as they defeated the Yankee menace.
Today I also serve as an officer in the Confederate army, recently I returned home to Georgia to be with my family before I would have to report back to my unit. Mama was making an apple pie, daddy was sitting by the fire smoking his cigar, my brother Thomas was in the fields with his men making sure that we could earn a living.
I walked to the stables and found my old friend still there, Lee, a 4 year old quarter horse that my daddy gave me on my 15th birthday. I saddled my old friend and went to look for Thomas, I rode off towards the southern fields since that’s most likely where he would be. It was like old times riding Lee, the wind in my hair, the smell of the crisp Georgian air, god how I missed home.
I found Thomas right where I expected him to be. As I rode up I could see that he had one of the hands tied to a tree, as the whip fell across his muscled sweaty back I called out to him just as another blow landed across the man’s back,
“JR how you doing?” he called back.
Good I responded as we talked over the bloody heap by the tree, “so what he do?” I asked
“Caught the fuck trying to steal some of the food they were supposed to be harvesting. We save them from that land of heathens, feed them, clothe ‘em, and this is what they do, fucking savages”, he said as he spit a stream of tobacco onto the ground.
“Come on lets go get washed up its almost lunch time, Tiny make sure them niggers don’t try nothing while I’m gone I’ll be back after I have lunch with my little brother”, he said as he wrapped me in a head lock.
After we had a huge lunch I spent the rest of the day wandering around the farm reminiscing about the old days. The dinner bell rang and we all headed back the house for a late supper, mama did good when she picked out the new cook from the auction, this coon could really cook. I retired early as I was tired from my travels and from being home.
I was awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of a loud alarm going off, I jumped out of my bed, trying to find the source of the alarm when my brother came bursting into my room.
“runner!” he shouted
I grabbed my clothes off the floor where I had dropped them before I went to sleep, tossing them on quickly before grabbing my shotgun off the wall. I ran with my brother toward the stables, thankfully his men had already saddled our horses. We rode off into the dark night, the heavy breathing of my horse and the sound of the hounds filled my ears, as we tracked down our property.
About five miles from the farm we caught up with them, my brother fired off a shot into the air to make them stop, but they kept running somehow trying to escape. I was closing in on one of them when I saw a dark shape being drawn, something in my head made me turn just as I saw a muzzle flash, and heard the snap of a bullet barely missing me. You can always tell how close it is just by the sound a hiss means it’s close a snap means they’re shooting at you.
I leveled my shotgun over my arm as I held the reins tight in my hand, the gun smack back into my hand as a Negro fell dead from a 3 inch hole in his back. Now it was not just one muzzle flash it was many, my brother and his men returned fire hitting all of the escapees, in one way or another. When the firing stopped we dismounted and approached with caution, you never knew if a coon was playing possum. I nudged one with the toe of my boot, he groaned lightly, I called over to my brother who was tending to a gunshot wound on Tiny.
Thomas quickly searched him for more weapons while I covered him with my shotgun. We dragged him to a tree, he had a gut shot, we all knew that he didn’t have long to live so my brother started in on him right away, wanting to know where the weapons came from, and how many others were involved. He tried to stay true and not say anything but my brother has his ways of getting information. Thomas was able to find out that they had gotten their weapons from the abolitionists up north, upon even more pressure he reveled the names of 5 more who were in on it, before he died.
“Fucking Yankees”, I spat
“I agree JR, we gonna have to do something about this.” Thomas said in a low voice.
We got back on the horses and turned back toward home after we searched the bodies, leaving the animals for the animals. Instead of riding to the house we rode straight toward the slave quarters, where we met up with the rest of Thomas’s crew as we started knocking down doors and dragging the occupants out. Me and some of Thomas’s men covered them as they cowered in the dirt, while the others searched the houses. The search netted a few guns and some pamphlets.
Bo! Thomas yelled, “get me the list.”
He set off running to get the list my brother wanted, returning a few minutes later Thomas started checking off names on the list, before he handed it back to Bo, “you know what to do”, Thomas said, “I’m going to bed.”
Morning came much too quickly, as I was still keyed up from the chase, so sleep did not come easily, not so for my brother, it wasn’t long before I could hear him snoring in the next room.
My brother woke me up, not as violently as last time. Come on, we gotta get some breakfast and head into town to pick up some replacements. After filling out stomachs full of eggs, grits and biscuits we hopped into Thomas’s truck and headed into town. The town was pretty much as I had remembered it, if you’ve been to one you been to ‘em all, bars, stores, the local whore house, the slave market. But it isn’t until you’ve been gone for awhile that you really miss it.
We walked into the market, nothing had changed one single bit, hell even JT was still there, don’t know how he wasn’t dead yet 400 pounds of just flab, sitting there with his coffee and a bear claw, a smoking Marlboro sitting in the ashtray in front of him.
“Hey JT” we both called out, “got anything good today”, my brother asked.
“How many you need?” He asked
“Well we need about probably about 10”, my brother responded
“That many? You expanding or something?” JT asked
JT is a nice guy but he is nosy as hell, guaran-god-damn-tee that the whole town would know about it before breakfast was even over.
“Naw had some problems last night, needed to make an example, so what ya got”?
“Well I don’t have too many field Negros right now maybe 5, gonna have to check on that maybe one or two house ones that’s about it, till maybe next week should be getting a shipment in probably around the 23rd.” JT rambled on
“Well let’s look at what ya got, maybe I’ll wait till you get the shipment in then.”
They brought out a wide assortment of stock, most of it looked pretty shitty, either to old or too young to be really worth it, we ended up taking 2 new ones. While my brother was arranging for delivery, I strolled around looking at nothing to particular, when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a scarf. I turned and there was this girl probably no older than 18 maybe, she wasn’t half bad at least for a negro. I motioned her closer to get a better look, yeah defiantly not bad.
I pulled her shirt down reveling her breasts, I squeezed one then the other, hhmmm firm breasts, I reached my hand under her dress sliding my finger into her pussy, Pussy was tight too, pretty good for a nigger her age, the look in her eyes told me the anger and shame she was feeling, cattle that’s all she was to me.
“Hey JT I called out how much you want for this one?”
“Well she come from pretty good stock, and is house trained, I don’t know.”
I hate when JT tries to bargain, he’s not good at it. “I’ll give ya 300 for her I said”, just to make him shut up.
“350 and she is yours, he came back with”
325, I said he seemed to think for a second before her responded with a hearty “Sold”
We arranged delivery for the next day, then headed over to the bar for a drink.
As we sat there drinking our beers my brother turned to me “ you know Annie ain’t gonna like it he said.
Well we got another year till we get married, and I told her that I would not stray from her till our wedding night. Shit man you know the way it is, its been like that for a hundred years, the animals are good for things other then cooking and picking.
Yeah I guess so my brother muttered, still she ain’t gonna like it.
She is a good southern girl, it’s just the way it is. I said
Ok I know a few of you may be confused so I’m gonna clear that up for you.
Since the time before the war men would sometimes take into their bed a slave girl to satisfy their needs. This arrangement allowed betrothed women to remain virgins until their wedding night, and since they were not white women, it was not considered cheating. In recent years some of the younger generation have started to look down on this practice, even thought it’s never made public. What a man does with his property, is no ones business, as long as it is kept discreet.
We finished our beer and headed back to the house, I freshened up and sat with my father drinking whiskey as we discussed my future. As much as my father wanted me to come back home, and work in the family business he was proud to have a son who was a captain in Lee’s army. We discussed the events of the night before, my father was not too happy with the outcome, but he more then any of us truly understood the ramifications if we had done nothing. Before I was born and my brother was just a baby, there had been an uprising which was quickly put down. Even thought it was put down relatively quickly it was not with out injuries, two of daddy’s men had died and he would walk with a slight limp for the rest of his life.
The next day came pretty quickly, JT had two of his guys deliver our property, they didn’t look any worse for wear since we bought them yesterday, sometimes they show up a bit damaged. Thomas took the two new ones with him into the fields, while mama grabbed the one that I named Sara with her into the house. After an uneventful day I told one of the house Negros to go and fetch me Sara. She ran out of the room quickly figuring that if she did not come back quickly that she would feel my wrath. In less then five minutes she had Sara standing before me.
“Maaa
..Maaa 
Massa you called for me?”, she whispered softly
“Yes I did, now come over here”, I said pointing in front of me.
“Did I make you mad Massa?” She asked with a hint of fear in her eyes, as she approached me.
I pushed her roughly to her knees, she dropped without any hesitation, “now open your mouth”, I commanded. Dutifully she obeyed me and opened her mouth as wide as she could, I reached into my pants and freed my raging hardon while I gripped her head with the other and pulled it closer to my swelling dick. She started to resist at first but soon calmed down and accepted her fate, fearful of what I would do to her. I pushed my cock past her lips and deep into her mouth, I could feel its lips wrapped around me and the feeling was intense, this little nigger slut did not even have to be told what to do, she went to work bobbing her head over my crotch, licking and slurping on my dick. I pulled her head further down on my cock which caused her to gag a bit as she tried to pull back but my hands on the back of her head prevented that. I could see the tears streaming down her face as I pumped my cock forcefully in and out of her mouth.
After orally assaulting her for a few minutes I could feel the cum boiling in my balls just begging to be released, I rammed my dick as far down her throat as possible jamming my balls into her chin as I released untold quantities of cum deep down her little brown throat. Once I was satisfied that there was nothing left I pulled my cock swiftly from her mouth with a loud pop, leaving my cock coated in saliva and cum.
She took a quick breath before I grabbed her head again and pulled it back down to make it clean off my cock, which she quickly did. This little nigger was good, think I might keep her around for awhile, once she was done I pulled my pants up and threw her out the room and into the hallway where one of the other girls took her somewhere.
It was a few days later that I got a hankering for some dark meat again, I summoned her back to my room. When I ordered her closer she dropped to her knees in front of me without being told. Today I wasn’t in the mood for a blowjob, I pulled her to her feet and bent her over my bed and flipped the dress that she was wearing up reveling a pair of plain cotton panties that my mother had graciously furnished the staff with. The little panties were probably a size too small and clung to her shapely ass perfectly. I decided to pull the panties off rather then rip them, they were probably the only pair she owned, and my mother would not be pleases if she had to furnish her with a new pair. I pulled them slowly downward reveling her little pussy and asshole, I discarded the underwear on the floor before I pulled my dick from my pants and aimed it toward her little pussy.
She jumped at the feeling of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, I used my other arm to hold her in place as I started to slid my cock into her. It was tough going, a combination of her pussy being small and so dry. I reached over into my night stand and pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer, a little squirt and my cock was nice and slippery, I inserted it again and it was much better, her dry pussy had started to hurt my cock a bit so this was a vast improvement. I pushed more into her until I felt some resistance, it took me a second for it to register, this nigger was a virgin, I didn’t know that they existed. I forcefully pushed my dick harder into her breaking through the barrier, I felt her body go tense and a soft cry escaped her lips, as she tried to stay as still as possible I guess hopping that the pain would go away.
Once I was past the barrier I had unrestricted access to the complete depths of her pussy. I kept ramming my cock into her feeling her body move underneath me with every thrust. The soft sobs from a few minutes ago were replaced with quiet moans as her pussy began to get wetter, niggers treat em like animals and they love it.
With every thrust I could hear her pussy making wet squishing sounds, which was music to my ears. She started to push back on to my cock trying to get every inch into her, fuck this bitch really wanted it, I’ve heard stories about negro heat, I just never experienced it, at this rate I was not gonna be able to hold back much longer. That old familiar feeling came over me as I pulled her body tight to me and unloaded a massive load deep into her. I pulled my cock from her and watched as my cum leak out of her well fucked pussy.
The one good thing about my mother is that she kept all of the stock on heavy doses of birth control medicines to prevent the population from growing without our approval. Mamma had a system in place for selective breeding, to make sure that the stock stayed healthy and strong.
After watching her pussy drip cum all over my floor I looked down and my dick was still rock hard. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her down onto the floor cramming her head into the puddle of my cum that had dripped out of her and ordered her to clean it up.
Her little pink tongue that had given me so much pleasure a few days before slid between her lips and started to lick the cum from the floor. As I stood back and watched her my dick seemed to grow harder. Every time she bent closer to lick the floor her ass rose slightly. I’ve taken its mouth, I’ve taken its pussy, now I was gonna take its ass too. I grabbed the lube from the top of the dresser and applied more to my cock, this was gonna be a rough ride I thought to myself.
While she was still licking the floor I moved behind her, my hard cock jutting obscenely forward. When my cock touched her asshole she jumped forward as if to escape, I let my full weight fall onto her effectively pinning her to the ground. I took my cock and started to slide it up and down her ass crack dipping it back in briefly into her pussy before I let the head rest on her asshole. With some grunting and groaning I was able to slide the entire head of my cock into her hole. I’ve never fucked a nigger’s ass before I wonder if they are all this tight, I thought to myself as I crammed more of my cock into her little tight asshole. I could feel the muscles in her ass try to push my cock back out. Her struggling underneath was having an unintended effect on me one I don’t think she realized, it was getting me more excited. I don’t know if she knew that the more she kept fighting me the more that it was gonna hurt. More and more of my cock pushed into her chocolate hole until I was buried deep inside of her my balls resting on her body.
I started to slide my dick in and out of her almost withdrawing completely before I rammed it back in. god damn this niggers ass was hot, I mean her pussy was tight but this had to be ten times tighter. The more I pounded into her the more she would whimper until to my surprise she started to moan softly, soon becoming very loud. This little bitch was getting off on me abusing her ass, like I said before, treat em like animals and they love it, and this little bitch really was, too bad I’m gonna be leaving soon. I kept ramming my cock into her just loving the sound of my balls slapping on her ass and the moans coming from her.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to filling this little slut up with cum, when I felt the tell tale signs of my impending release I pulled my cock from her ass. I could almost hear her sigh in sadness as I deprived her of my hard cock in her ass, but it was short lived. I pulled her up to her knees and stuck my cock right if front of her face, she did not hesitate for a second as she wrapped those luscious lips around my cock, moaning as she swirled her little tongue around the head of my cock.
I did not even have to grab her head to push myself deeper into her she grabbed onto my thighs and did that herself. She kept sucking on my cock like she was trying to get the last drop from a milkshake, and was rewarded with a nice creamy treat. She pulled her head from my crotch and started to lick my balls where some of the cum had dripped, once she had them completely cleaned she looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
I do good Massa? She asked
You did really good, I said to her as I moved her out the doorway into the hall.
I laid on my bed happy and content, before I fell asleep, there is no place like home.

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Fantasm

Megan 1/?

Megan is a 16yr old virgin, shes sweet but not completely innocent, one day she logs onto a chat room and meets Dominatus who changes her life forever

Fantasm

A Secret Admirer

It started with these e-mails. The first one was sweet, like a secret admirer. He told me I was beautiful and that he longed to be with me. I had no idea who he was, but I mailed him back. I told him I thought he was sweet and even though I was married, I wouldn’t mind having a new friend. Later that day, I got the second. It was a completely different tone. It was so angry. He called me names, accused me of teasing. He said that I didn’t deserve his love and he would get me back. The next one was worse. He threatened me. He said he would make me his and break me. He said I would beg for him and he would laugh. He told me he couldn’t wait to see me, lying on the floor, naked, covered in his cum, crying as he abused my body more. I deleted the rest, mailing him one last time to tell him he was sick and needed help.
Then, I started getting typed letters in the mail. There was no stamps on the envelopes…he knew where I lived. I only read the first few lines of one of the letters… “Slut, how dare you do this to me! I will make you pay for this. I will make you mine and you will beg for my cock to fill your cunt, but I’ll shove it down your throat instead. I’ll hold it there until you turn blue. You’ll beg for my caress, soft and gentle, but I’ll slap and beat you instead. When it’s finally all over, you’ll beg for more…” I threw away the letters. After a while, they stopped and I thought it was over.
I began to wonder… What would it have been like to be at the complete mercy of a dangerous man? What would it have been like to have his thick cock pushing down my throat, blocking off my air? What would his hands have felt like, on my body, around my throat? Would my cunt be as wet for him as it is now?
The fateful day came not long after my wonderings. I was home alone; everyone else was gone to church. I loved days like this, where I could lounge around and relax. As I was doing just that, I heard strange sounds from upstairs. I ignored it, thinking it was the cat, but then I heard the familiar creak of someone coming down the stairs. I got out of bed and moved to the living room to see who stayed home. A large man stood in front of the stairs, blocking my escape. His eyes greedily roamed over my form which was covered by a flimsy silk nighty.
“Take it off,” he growled.
“N…No!” I squeaked, fear tightening my throat.
He moved to me quicker than I expected and pulled it over my head as though I were a doll. His eyes roamed over my body and tears began to slip down my cheek. I realized I had been a fool for wondering and now I was in trouble.
He smiled darkly, “Yes, I love it when they cry. Beg me… Beg me to let you go!”
I fought not to sob, “Please, let me go. Please!”
“I’m not convinced. Maybe you should do it on your knees, slut.”
I recognized the order for what it was, but I had no choice. I sunk to my knees and looked up, “Please, please, don’t do this. Please, just let me go!”
He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and undid his pants with the other. He let his pants fall to his ankles and I was face to face with his thick erection. He ordered me to suck it, placing the tip at my lips. I shook my head. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed my nipple, twisting viciously. I winced, gritting my teeth.
“Suck it,” he growled, “Or I’ll rip this fucker off!”
He twisted again and I cried out. As I did, he thrust his cock into my mouth, all the way back to my throat, gagging me. I tried to pull back, but his hand held me in place. I flailed, panicking, and slapping at his legs.
“I told you I would fucking kill you if you ruined my fun. Is this how you want to die? Choking on my dick?”
He pulled back long enough for me to gasp out a no and thrust deep again, aiming to go down my throat.
“Then will you suck it like the slut you are?”
He pulled back again and I gasped out a yes. He waited for me to catch my breath, and then placed the tip at my lips again. I opened to him, using all my skills to suck and slurp at him. He groaned and moaned at my actions, both of his hands gripping my hair. I thought I could make him cum and then he would leave, but he suddenly thrust his hips forward, holding my head in place. He was fucking my mouth, long slow strokes. He was enjoying the sight of my eyes watering each time his cock slammed into the back of my throat. His balls slapped my chin as he continually embedded the full length of his shaft into my mouth. I whimpered, which only seemed to drive him on.
“When I cum, slut, you better swallow every fucking drop or I’ll kill you. You will suck on my cock until it stops spewing or it will be the last thing you ever taste.”
I made a sound that he ignored and pressed deep into my mouth, shooting his hot cum down my throat. I reflexively swallowed, wanting to throw up instead. His grip loosened as he spurted, grunting into me. Remembering his threat, I sucked on his cock as though it were a special treat, milking it of the thick, salty cum. He finally pulled his cock from my mouth and bent down. He put his hand around my throat, squeezing, but only enough to scare.
“This is just the beginning bitch… You will take my cum in every hole and be covered with it by the time I am done with you. You will be my willing little cunt and I will make you regret ever having refused me.”
He smiled and flicked my nipple, laughing as I cried out. He left me there for a while, simply staring down at me as I cried. He watched me as he slowly stroked his cock and I wondered what he would do next and if he would let me live. Finally, he bent down and yanked me to my feet by my arm. He pushed me back to my bed room and grinned cruelly at me.
“I know that you and your husband play at bondage, bitch. Where are the supplies?”
I trembled and shook my head. He growled angrily and reached out, jerking hard on my nipple. I cried out again and pointed to our closet. He tossed me down on the bed and I dared not move. I buried my head against the soft sheets and cried softly as I heard him open the closet and rummage around.
“You are a slut! Look at all this shit!”
He came back over to me and grabbed my arms, forcing them behind my back painfully. He tied them with the soft silk rope my husband had bought, but he tied them tight enough to cut into my delicate flesh. He flipped me over so I was lying on my arms and he grinned.
“I like the sight of that, but I think we can improve it.”
He pulled out a large ball gag that we hadn’t used yet and he grabbed my jaw, forcing it open as he put the gag in place and secured it tightly.
“As much as I like your screams, slut, I don’t want anyone else hearing you.”
He moved back to the closet again, coming back with nipple clamps, dangling them in front of my face teasingly. He grabbed one of my breasts and knelt down, sucking at it hard. To my horror, it instantly responded. He smiled knowingly and put the clamp on it, tightening it much farther than I’d ever had. I screamed against the gag, crying freely. He took no notice and did the other the same way. He stepped back to admire his handy work for a moment and nodded to himself. He attached a chain between the two clamps and tugged at them, enjoying the way I cried and arched my back, trying to lessen the pain.
“I told you I would make you pay
”
As he kept the chain taught, he slipped a hand between my legs, feeling my cunt. He smiled as I flushed, ashamed of the wetness he found there. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them slowly, while staring into my eyes.
“Your body already begs for me slut. It won’t be long now, before you cry for me to fuck you. But you know what will happen if you do
”
Tears ran down my cheeks as I prayed that he would tire of me and leave. My shoulders were beginning to burn and my nipples were in agony. He let go of the chain and knelt on the bed, bringing his hand down to my cunt again. I squeezed my legs together, desperate not to let him touch me anymore. He frowned and balled his hand into a fist, driving it into my stomach. My eyes opened wide and I screamed into the ball gag before gasping for breath through my nose.
“If you don’t open your legs for me, things will get much worse for you, whore. Do you understand me?”
I gave a quick nod and he motioned for me to open my legs. I opened them for him, earning a hard slap to my inner thigh for moving too slow. He pushed two fingers into me, smiling at my whimper. He thrust them in and out quickly, watching the way my breasts moved back and forth, the clamps shining in the light.
“You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to tear you open.”
His face brightened as he thought of something and he pulled his fingers out of me. My relief was short lived, though, as he forced four of them into me. I moaned softly in pain, but I was beginning to stretch, so the pain was lessening. He thrust his fingers deeply into me and I thought he would begin fucking me with them like before, but the pressure didn’t let up. The pain began to intensify again and I realized he was planning on pushing his entire fist into me. My eyes widened with fear and I shook my head, whimpering. He smiled and let up on the pressure. I started to draw in a breath of relief, but he slammed forward and I screamed as his hand slipped in. He paused a moment, curling his hand into a fist inside of me. I felt like he was ripping me apart and I began crying freely again. He began to piston his arm back and forth, fucking me roughly with his fist. I cried out each time his fist rammed into me. He was beating me from the inside! My screams, even muffled as they were, seemed to egg him on and he began to thrust into me harder and I was convinced that he would kill me. He finally ripped his fist from my cunt and viciously slapped it with an open palm. His hand was covered in a reddish pink mixture of my juices and blood. He wiped his hand clean on my skin, pausing a moment to pull on the chain attached to the nipple clamps to renew the pain there.
“Now, let’s really see what a whore you are.”
He knelt between my legs and lowered his mouth to my cunt. He licked at my clit in quick sudden strokes, causing me to gasp. He sucked at my clit and my legs began to shake. I wondered if he had watched my husband and me; he seemed to know exactly what to do to bring me to the edge of cumming. I moaned as he continued to suck and lick at my clit, my body tightening in response. My breathing grew harder as I grew closer. He latched onto my clit, sucking hard at it and I arched my back as I started to cum. He must have sensed me cumming, because he bit my clit as hard as he could. Pain mixed with the pleasure of my release and I screamed, wondering which sensation was causing the scream.
He rose up and laughed at me as my body trembled in confusion. His cock was hard again and he moved forward, thrusting himself into me without warning. He fucked me fast and hard. Because of him violating me with his fist, it hurt, but I knew that it could have hurt worse. It didn’t take him long before he pressed forward, grunting as he shot his seed into me. He grabbed hold of the chain holding the nipple clamps again and tugged it in time to the twitching of his cock. He collapsed on top of me, driving the clamps onto my breasts harder. He laid on top of me for several minutes as I struggled to breathe under his weight. He finally lifted himself up and glanced to the clock.
“We still have plenty of time, slut. Are you ready for what will happen next?”
I looked at him, not bothering to make a sound, wondering what else he could possibly do to me. He got up from the bed and moved back over to my closet. He reached in, pulling out a small whip with several short pieces of leather. I squirmed at the sight of it. I hadn’t let my husband use that on me, the sight of it terrified me. He moved back over to me and swung it, connecting with a loud crack on the tender flesh of my stomach. I struggled against the rope holding my hands back as he lifted the whip again, bringing it down on my abused breasts. When the whip connected, I stopped moving completely, a high pitched scream coming from my throat. He must have liked my reaction, making sure to aim the whip at my breasts for several strokes. He paused to look over his handiwork. I didn’t even recognize my chest anymore. My breasts were swollen and bright red, the nipples were a dark purple.
“I want you to spread your legs for me. If you close them at all, I will whip you longer and I promise that I will be sure to mark you forever.”
I spread my legs, whimpering. He brought the whip down onto my cunt. I let out a shriek again, but fought to keep my legs open. He whipped me for nearly a minute, enjoying the fact that I willingly kept my legs open for the abuse. When he tired of whipping my cunt, he grabbed my waist, flipping me over and started on my back and ass. He didn’t stop until my flesh was bright red and on fire. He tossed the whip aside and got onto the bed again. He lifted my waist.
“On your knees slut.”
I put my knees under me, my ass in the air. He positioned me where he wanted me, my face pressing into the bed since my arms were still tied. He pressed his again erect member into my cunt for a few strokes and then pulled out. After a moment, I felt pressure on my asshole and I stiffened in shock and fear.
“That’s it. Fight me so it hurts more. I think you like pain.”
He spread my ass cheeks and continued to push forward, sliding in bit by bit. He groaned as he continued to push forward until he was fully inside my ass, ignoring my cries and weak struggles. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and began to fuck me, pulling my hair at the same time. He was soon well lubricated by my blood and it didn’t take long for him to cum again, shooting his seed deep into my ass. He rested for a few moments before pulling out and letting me collapse to the bed.
“Look at this! You’ve gotten me all dirty, you filthy whore
”
He flipped me back over onto my back and pulled me until my head hung off the side of the bed. He removed the ball gag and put his cock near my mouth.
“Clean yourself off of me.”
I looked at him in shook and closed my mouth tight, shaking my head. He slapped me, but I refused to open my mouth. He glared at me and reached for my breasts. He pulled at the chain, but the pain didn’t seem so bad, I think I was starting to loose feeling in my nipples. His face reddened in anger and he pulled the clamp off. There was no sensation for a moment, but then I screamed as blood rushed back into my nipple. He smiled and shoved his cock into my mouth as I screamed. I gagged at the taste, but he paid no attention. He began to fuck my mouth and throat again as he grew erect. When he was fully erect again, he began to push into my throat. He would thrust in as deeply as he could and pause there. He watched me struggle for air, my legs kicking at the bed. He would then pull back and allow me to take a gulp of air before repeating the process. He reached down, grabbing a hold of my throat, squeezing a bit. I thought he was able to feel his cock moving in and out as he deprived me of air. Between his cock and hand cutting off my air, it didn’t take long before I began to see spots. I thought he had decided to kill me after all, but he pulled out, shooting his cum over my face and chest. He continued to stroke himself until he stopped shooting and then smiled down at me as I gasped for air.
He knelt down to me and whispered into my ear, “You know what the real beauty of all this is? With what I did to you with just my fist, you are ruined forever. You’ll never get pleasure from normal sex again. There won’t be a dick big enough for you to feel. Don’t worry though, I’ll come back and do this again.”
I looked at him in fear, not daring to speak. He licked my ear and straightened. He reached for the nipple clamp he had removed and put it back on, retightening it. I screamed, my entire body shaking with the pain.
“You’ll get used to all this and even grow to like it. You’ll beg to wear these. Just wait until your husband sees you like this. He’ll like it too. Even when I’m not visiting you, he’ll want to do this to you from now on. Soon, it’ll be the only way you are able to cum
”
He moved out of my bedroom, leaving me tied and trembling from all the pain. I would stay that way until my husband returned to find me.

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Fantasm

Forgiveness

A young teenager’s life is changed forever by his involvement in what he thinks is a rape. Ten years later, he attempts to “make amends” and learns that the price of forgiveness can be very, very, high.