Our First Date
1st Date w/my Little.
BDSM
A Tale of Sibling Differences 2 – Killing Louisa
This story carries on from where where ‘Underground Secrets’ left off, which describes the horrific events which brought Dai and Louisa together.
Her WIshes, His command, pt1
I apologize, the site only posted the 2nd half of this originally, here’s the first half.
Gambling My Wife and Black Business Partner chapter 4
Gambling My wife and Black Business Partner chapter 4
CJ has my lovely young wife Diane in his arms they are both laying on their side on the bridal suite bed he not only has his arms around her he also has his enormous black cock still stuck in her! What has happened to her is quite interesting in that she has gone from a fairly tight pussy to ever so more able to easily except his big black cock! It is starting to become a more normal thing for both, even though she has fallen asleep mostly from the pleasurable sexual abuse and sexual stimulation over the last several hours along with residual from the drug Mr Steel had given her. This is again exactly what CJ wants, to sexually abuse and pleasure her when she is asleep and in dreamland. A person especially a woman like my wife who has some incredible fantasy’s that when she is sleeping her subconscious mind conspires to come up with sexual things done to her that are almost unbelievable. Several times during our marriage she has woken up in the middle of these dreams and has been so turned on and horny that I could have put the biggest dildo one could imagine in her! Or I could have taken her out to the worst part of the city in the middle of the night wearing nothing and let anyone do whatever they wanted to her and she would have let them as she was so incredibly horny! There were other times she woke up terrified and very scared as if she was in the middle of being ravaged and brutally raped by a half man and a half beast like a Minotaur such as the one in Greek Mythology. It is in a mythical place called the Labyrinth it is a deep catacomb where young girls are left naked and bound for this monster to literally fuck them to the edge of there being and leave them split and bleeding as their breasts and genitals are horribly used and sadistically abused! For Diane this is one of her fantasy’s although in hers this beast of a monster is more human and less brutal, but dreams cut both ways and can either be good or bad. My wife Diane has some incredible fantasy’s and these that wake her and leave her terrified are only some!
For tonight though they are only pleasant dreams, and with CJ deep inside her are some of the most enjoyable and satisfying of her young life. CJ hugs and holds her feeling her breathing stop as each stroke of his cock ends at the depth of her being. She is totally subdued as he continues this perverse game of sexual intercourse while she is asleep. It is wonderful feeling with his arms around her nakedness and his large black male tool slowly sliding in and out of her well pleasured succulent slit as she sleeps. Seconds turn into minutes and minutes into hours. The sensations are even more incredible for both, he is conscious and she is not. CJ easily gets off several more time as Diane’s unconscious helplessness allows him to enjoy her soft naked young body, she only stirs slightly as each time he finds her depth. She is pushing her bottom against him unconsciously in her sleep as if to help make her dream become more surreal. CJ finally in the late morning after he to had fallen asleep, awakens and slowly slips out of her. For him and later for her this has been a most wonderful experience and most satisfying. Something he has longed to do to a woman and the fact that it is my lovely wife Diane who is this most wonderful person has made it all the more pleasurably satisfying.
CJ has made arrangements for breakfast in bed . She has awaken late that morning and they both have taken a very hot shower together. This was so wonderful as each could wash and feel the other especially Diane’s soft shapely body. To see and to touch her bare wet skin, his black and hers so pale white this contrast was so stimulating that the shower lasted much longer that usual as each explored the other. Diane’s hands were trembling as they touched his half hard cock as she felt it come to life from her touch!. Both were still naked and just out of the shower when the bellman rang, he was the same young black man from last evening. CJ had opened the door Immediately and had let him in wearing only a towel and did not seem concerned at all. Diane on the other hand had quickly in embarrassed haste gotten under the covers but was still wearing nothing. The bellman got a very nice view of my wife’s tits and then bare ass going away as she wiggled under the covers. He had wheeled in the most incredible breakfast “in bed” lay out she had ever seen. CJ was all smiles as the bellman poured some wonderful smelling and very hot Sicilian coffee there was fresh strawberries, eggs Benedict stone ground wheat toast and fresh squeezed Florida orange juice.
Diane was so hungry she had to stop herself from gulping the food down and in her haste the sheet that was covering her bare breasts easily slipped down exposing them. She at first didn’t noticed as the young bell man was still concerned as to what had happened last night when he had touched her clit! He continued attending to their needs with offer of more coffee or juice. My wife has never been a coffee drinker. But the smell of fresh coffee in the morning eggs an orange juice especially fresh squeezed was quite appealing. The young bell man had been asked to stand by at CJ’s request so that anything they might need could be easily and quickly be attended to, but he was still uncomfortable in her presence after last night, . CJ also had an ulterior motive after they were done she finally realized that she had been topless the whole time and was now quite embarrassed trying to cover herself.
The young bell man had enjoyed himself so much, discretely catching glimpse of Diane that when CJ offered him a generous tip would not except it. CJ then said well if you wont except a tip I have something else you might like? looking directly at Diane when he said it!… She of course had not caught the meaning of what he said, and with the young man in awe, extended his hand to her and told her to get up! The wide eyed embarrassed wonder on my wife’s face again was priceless as she hesitated. CJ said to the young man in a matter of fact tone she is a black cock whore and mine to do with as I please! He again said Diane up, and I mean now in a more forceful and threatening voice. Diane only wanting to please, let him take her hand and help her up. She was standing next to the bed wearing nothing when he led her over to where the young man was standing. He then held her hand up as he turned her around in front of him. She had this wonderful glow and smell about her that only a naked girls just out of the shower seemed to have. The bell man was holding his breath as she and her bare bosom was only inches away as he turned her she was so beautiful, naked and shapely . He then told Diane to get down on her knees she did so with little hesitation as he grabbed her hair and neck pushing her down farther and turning her around to where her head was almost touching the floor and her bare white bottom was easily exposed and pointing up at him!
The words BLACK COCK WHORE are sinfully displayed on her right buttock in a light pink and vividly outlined with dark purple. Diane was now naked and humiliated in front of this young stranger her heart was pounding again as wetness was already starting to form in her puffy little well used mound as CJ turned her back around still holding her by the hair as he pulled her up onto her knees! CJ then said I want you to give him the tip of his life. My wife Diane now knows exactly what is expected of her!
The young man cannot believe that such a beautiful young innocent looking white woman. is a willing and submissive whore to this black man and that she would obediently go after his black cock!
She dutifully reaches up undoes his belt, and unzips his trousers letting them fall to his well shined shoes he has haine’s type brief’s that are noticeably damp. She easily sticks her thumbs into the waist band and carefully pulls them down around his firm buttocks to his ankles. This leaves his cock directly in her face. Like I said before she has never been a real cocksucker at least with me. Only in her fantasy’s but now with no other choice and the fact that she has already been exposed to quite a number of big black cocks. This has changed her mind, the bell mans young almost unused cock is almost a replica of CJ’s . It is of course smaller in that at 7 ” is also quite thick full and very hard. To her he is young hard and it is beautiful. Only several days ago she would never have thought she would be so over whelmed with lust to orally satisfy the owner of this perfect black specimen of manliness. CJ has told her to place her hands behind her head. Clear precum is dripping from its end.. There is no longer of any concern as she easily goes down on this beautiful hard black cock deep throating him to where her lips after only several thrusts are easily against his kinky pubic hair and the head is well down into her throat! She can feel the throbbing of the vanes that run up and down his shaft and is startled when he can no longer keep himself from cumming. His stored up youthful male cum releases with incredible pent up force as he unloads . At first he is not sure what to do and with out thinking grabs her head and tries to hold her down even farther onto his cock. As he continues to ejaculate!
For Diane it is wonderful as this is also one of her fantasy’s to deep throat a black man all the way to his pubic bone!. For her it is and incredible turn on, to be humiliated, naked on her knees and made to give a blow job to this young black man. The only difference is that this young black man has no idea of what to do as in her fantasy she has a dog collar on and is purposely led around naked helpless and humiliated by men that are harsh brutal and demand that she give them oral! CJ like the man at the restaurant men’s room has gotten down on his haunches and has been manipulating Her clitoris playing with her. He had hoped to time it with the young mans ejaculation, but this is not to be. She is able to swallow most of his pent up youthful cum and and in her aggressive lust to pleasure him has pulled back to where she is sucking on just the head of his dick this has almost brought him to his knees. He is now trying to push her away just as she has her orgasm and with youthful concern is able to free his young black cock from her soft white lips! He is torn with pleasure and concern as he tries to pull his shorts and pants up finally doing so as he backs away having a hard time getting his still leaking manhood back into his pants!
CJ tells Diane to swallow what is left in her mouth she struggles to do so as she gets off and is able to get most of it down by swallowing several times. The young bellman has finally gotten himself together and has backed away from Diane followed by picking up what was left from their late breakfast. He takes one last longing look and my naked young wife who is still obediently down on her knees with her hands behind her back as he wheels out the cart. CJ then tells Diane to get up and put on the tiny white bikini he has laid out on the bed for her! With wet areas of cum still on her chin and breasts she picks it up, the top and bottom look more like shear white bikini panties and bra than a swim suit ! He has a fun afternoon and and even greater evening planned. Diane has cleaned up fixed her hair and make up and has dutifully wiggled into the skimpy swim suit. She is eying her self in the full length bathroom mirror, as CJ enters giving her a whistle and saying wow put your heels on as they will make your ass and legs look even better! Then giving it second thought says I think maybe we should stay here as you look good enough to eat! My wife is all smiles turning red at the thought even after all of the time they have spent together she is still embarrassed by the lecherous look he has given her and comment he has made! CJ then says giving her his hand lets go I want to show you off to whoever is around the pool.
Diane is still very uncomfortable and quite bashful being dressed like this and in front of so many people. CJ can see her reluctance saying if it will make you feel better you can wear the robe the hotel provides until we get out to the pool. My wife is relieved as she slips it on. They are out the door and going down the stairs there are numerous people around the pool. CJ then says to Diane lets go to the gift shop for a minute and see if there is something that might interest you. Diane like most women loves to shop and to delay her appearance around the pool wearing the tiny swim suit is for now, a relief. They walk down the long hallway into the lobby and over to the big gift shop. At first all of the things on display are what one would expect to find in any gift shop. Post cards shirts hats and all sorts of things pertaining to Oakland the bay area and this incredible old adult hotel. But as she gets closer to the back, the place starts to look more like a porn shop! On the wall and in the display case’s are all sorts of sex toys she is stunned by all these devices and has no Idea what many are used for! When she comes across a display rack titled “Wedding Night Bliss” she picks up several looking them over and almost jumps out of her skin as a young male sales clerk touches her arm and asks if he can be of any help!
The video she has in her hand is, by coincidence of a white woman and a black mans wedding night consummation. The fact that the sales clerk happens to also be a hansom young black man about my wife’s age only adds to her embarrassed discomfort. He asks again if he can be of any help? She nervously tries to put the video back on the display and in doing so drops it and knocks several more onto the floor. She has keeled down and is trying to pick them up as the young man also bends down to help. She fumbles with the videos and tries to apologize for being such a klutz. She and him reach for the video at the same time and on the back cover is a picture that vividly displays a large black cock all of the way into his new white bride. My wife’s robe is now wide open revealing her sinful cleavage and almost naked charms that the skimpy suit barely covers. She gets up rather quickly and as she does knocks over another display rack and again apologies. She has not noticed the video that is playing on a big screen monitor in the back ground. It is of an attractive young white woman and a black man , at first she sees CJ in the picture and wonders ? how is he on this video! But almost immediately her face comes into view, and the next close up is of her and she has this incredible facial expression as she is about to have her first orgasm with a large black cock! The camera captures this picture of wide eyed disbelief in perfect detail. OMG it is of her! She is dumbstruck and speechless as she realizes there are a whole stack of videos that are for sale and have been copied from last night! They are titled “Black Wedding Night Bliss “ with a sign saying Black Cock Bride’s under “New Release”!
Diane is frozen and not sure what to say or do as she backs up into CJ’s arms. He ushers her out the door and back towards the pool. She stammers naively trying to figure out how in the world this video was done and asks CJ? He only shrugs and says you are mine and I might remind you that you have willingly signed a binding contract, and that you are, My Black Cock Whore! and as such I can do what ever I want with you! As they go through the gate leading into the pool area there are almost 30 people mostly couples and several of the gals are topless. CJ has found two empty lounge chairs and has helped her remove the robe. She is still in shock and stunned again to see bare breasts in broad daylight . It is quite a relief though and thinks she can finally sit down relax and not be in the spotlight. Diane is hoping she will finally blend in after her embarrassing moments in the gift shop. Even though she is dressed so revealing. Just as she is about to set down CJ grabs her hand and pulls her off along the edge of the pool toward a couple he knows. At about the same time someone jumps in the pool and everyone near is soaked with a wave of water including Dianne who screams in shock as the cold water hits her . The thin white material of the bikini she is wearing has instantly turned the same color as her wet skin the results is that she looks as though she is totally naked and not wearing a thing! This hotel and the fact that it is an adult playground for all kinds of kinky sexual activity especially in the evening as most around the pool are usually naked. For them, her revealing nakedness means little. But for Diane this is new and a very embarrassing adventure in public during the middle of the day. The fact that her wet bikini has sinfully and deliciously outlined not only her nipples and bottom, but has also outlined her swollen pubic mound cunt lips and clit instantly making them vivid and perverse!
CJ is finally able to introduce Diane to this black older couple her name is Sadie and his is Richard they both are wearing swim suits, but the suits hide little as this black woman could be wearing a sack and would still be a gorgeous woman the man is also quite hansom.
Diane is awe struck with this attractive couple and cannot keep herself from starring at the woman’s big shapely breasts and pubic area as the suit sinfully but barely covers both. When she is introduced to Richard he hugs Diane as if they are long lost lovers as he places his hands on her bottom pulling her up tight against him forcing his semi hard cock into Diane’s puffy mound and squeezing both of her buttocks at the same time. Then he says loud enough that all can hear. They call me Dick, “big Dick hurts! “As he lets go and steps back. Sadie says oh don’t mind him he says that to all the girls. Diane is again speechless and embarrassed as her eyes now are looking directly at the large bulge in his swim suit! Richard goes on to say as Diane can’t seem to take her eyes off of Richards crotch. Would you like to see it! Diane with out thinking first says yes and then hesitantly no as she is caught actually saying what she is thinking in her perverse thoughts!
The woman says to CJ eying Diane lustfully looking her up and down are you going to bring your new bride to the car rally tonight? She then went on to say we saw your consummation nuptials last night on the hotel TV and I might add you two make a very lovely couple. I am really happy to see you finally get married CJ, and am sure your new bride had a very blissful and satisfying wedding night as she sure seemed to! She then asked CJ where in the world did you ever find such a naive and attractive little thing like her? Besides its about time you brought one of your girls to our rally races! I and my girl friends are getting tired of satisfying all you single horny men! Especially when you seem to keep winning all of our little road challenges at the rally’s. CJ along with his interest in attractive young white women also has a thing for exotic hi performance automobiles. His preference is the twin turbo Porsche Carrera it is a very spendy car and CJ was lucky to get it. The man he bought it from was going through a nasty divorce and told him to make an offer! He did and under the circumstances ended up the owner of his incredible automobile. It is a six speed close ratio twin turbo unit that is capable of 0 to 100 MPH in less than six seconds. It was also a deep glossy black with beautiful red leather upholstery . CJ since he has owned the car it has been meticulously cared for.
Sadie has said to Diane I certainly hope CJ brings you, and that you end up being the prize tonight as I am sure you would love to see what we have planned, for a girl like you?. CJ has told me you like to gamble but that your not very good at it! This rally challenge will be perfect for you tonight. Diane was not sure at all by what she meant by this comment perfect for it?
Diane finally, was laying on the lounge chair as her thin white suit was starting to dry but for some reason her pussy lips and still swollen clit had not dried at all and was still attracting quite a bit of attention and admiration from many of the males in attendance as well as a few females. CJ was quite amused at her embarrassed discomfort as he enjoyed the blatant looks of sexual lust she was receiving . Sadie like most women kept asking questions about Diane where did they meet, and when did they decide to get married? CJ went on to explain that she, Diane was married but not to him! And that she had a bad gambling habit and that he had made a deal with her husband to look after her. He also went on to ad that he had paid off a number of her gambling debts and in doing so, she had agreed to spend the next several weeks weeks with him, as part of the agreement was to be, and do whatever he asked when it came to sex!
CJ then told Diane to roll over on her tummy, She had learned not to hesitate and was not sure quite what to expect as she did so? CJ then said to Sadie, here I will show you as he pulled her bikini bottoms down exposing Diane’s bare bottom that had the words “Black Cock Whore prominently and colorfully displayed on her ass cheek! Sadie had set down on the lounge next to her and had started lovingly fondling Diane’s inner thighs when she discovered the smaller permanent tattoo between her little ass hole and the bottom of her slit that said the exact same thing only it was preceded by CJ’s initials. Sadie said whats this? As her hand and fingers descended into the soft wet folds of my wife’s bare pussy. Almost immediately Diane started squeezing this older woman’s fingers and pushing back helplessly as Sadie’s fingers descended even deeper into her slit! OMG Sadie said this is wonderful does she do this all the time? I would love to play with her some more maybe later this evening! Diane was even more embarrassed as a crowd of mostly men were now crowding around as many more cell phone pictures were taken of my wife’s tattooed butt and her perverted sexual squeezing response she seemed unable to control.
She was quite relieved when CJ finally announced it was time to get ready for the car rally that he planned on taking her to later that evening. Once back in their room CJ decided to have some more fun at my wife’s expense and tells her to wear the white garter belt matching stockings and her red heels and then to put on the skimpy white wedding dress and to also bring the bridal vial. The dress requires no bra and CJ insisted she not wear any panties. Diane always naive was wondering just what in the world he was up to now as they headed out of the bridal suite and down the stairs towards the Hotel parking garage. CJ had earlier left his black twin turbo Porsche Carrera in the hotel parking garage. She is awe struck as they hold hands like newly wed lovers, he leads her into the garage and up to this beautiful car. I have had some nice cars and several hot rods but nothing so elegantly expensive beautiful and as powerful as this, it is an incredible car and looks as though it is brand new. The red leather upholstery contrast sharply with the deep shine of the many black coats of expensive paint. CJ escorts Diane around to the passenger side on the back window are the words JUST MARRIED and on the side windows are vulgarly written GRAND OPENING CJ opens the door, it smells like a new car. She still is mystified by the writing “just married” as he helps her in. The short white wedding dress is folded under her bottom and to be more comfortable she rearranges it leaving her panty less bottom and moist cunt lips firmly against the red leather seat!
My wife is worried that she will soil the seat on his beautiful car and protests that maybe he should place something under her. CJ tells her not to worry as for him to have his car smell of her female ambiance for the next several weeks was quite appealing to him. With Diane setting in the passenger seat CJ helps her fasten the 5 point race car type seat belts. One comes up between her legs through her crotch and two from either side for the lap and two more for the shoulder harness all connecting just above her V and almost on top of her mound. She is not quite sure as to how the dual shoulder straps should be placed? Should they go around the sides of her breasts or down in between them. She finally puts them around the outside and the results are that the are squeezed together kind of like a push up but more like a push out bra!
Once connected he snugs up the belts rather tight and shows her how to release them. He then closes the door and gets in the drivers side doing the same. The car instantly starts and CJ smokes the tires just a bit as the practically jumps out of the parking garage and onto the street. My wife is terrified as he expertly maneuvers the car in and out of the side street traffic and on to the east bay freeway it is early evening and the traffic is heavy but moving quite briskly Diane is sure they are going to end up in some sort of horrible accident!…
CJ has no intention of causing or being involved in an accident as the car quickly maneuvers through the busy evening traffic at speeds well over 80 mph slowing down only for the toll plaza and then across the bay bridge past the city and down past SFO. He takes the turn off at hunters point with the tires barely squealing in what seems like only minutes they pull into a row of old abandon warehouses that have been waiting to be demolished and rebuilt. Then into a big open one as the Porsche screeches to a stop! Diane’s heart is pounding as she feels they have cheated death at least several times. When she finally realizes that they have stopped opens her eyes, there are five other exotic cars and each has a couple standing next to them . Richard aka big dick hurts and his beautiful wife Sadie are among them. There are, along with four other couples, the women are dressed in very revealing and scanty attire. CJ helps Diane out of his car, she has a little trouble as CJ pulls her up. Her now wet little pussy lips have momentarily stuck to the red leather seat making a slight sucking noise as they reluctantly pull loose with a slight ripping pop of a sound! The attention of those watching are immediately drawn to Diane as she is again momentarily red and embarrassed. There is a folding card table located in the midst. Sadie has asked each of the girls including Diane to write their name onto small white business looking cards so that she can place them into a metal caged lottery tumbler.
This is another of my wife’s fantasy that CJ plans to make a reality. A nude street race sorta but this is more of a super car rally, and of course the cards in the tumbler are a form of chance. Sadie is explaining the rules that she has come up with for this kinky little sex road race foray. She always seems to come up with some very interesting rally races and the rules the couples must abide by especially for the young women! All of the the girls will have to ride nude as passengers, that is with nothing covering their breasts bottom or pussy’s The lottery tumbler with a number of blank cards is vigorously spun by her husband Richard. Each of the women get to pick a card and not look at it until they have all drawn a card with a name. Several are blank and require another attempt, finally all of the women have cards with names. Diane has drawn her own name and by coincidence Sadie the last to draw has drawn her name as well and the other couples are mismatched as planned . Sadie shrugs her shoulders with a resigned sigh looking longingly at CJ and says oh well maybe next time. The next part is that two cars and couples have to drive to a turn around point that is a measured distance and then back to the warehouse . The couple to do it in the shortest amount of time wins and the one that takes the longest looses and the losers girl has to pleasure all the men either orally or let them use her in any other type of consensual and pleasurable sex!
Two each, of the six will drive the same route and that the distances are the same based on the route traffic time of day and distance. Sadie has asked all of the girls to strip as she slowly starts to take off her revealing outfit and places it on the table. Diane does not want to be first and has hesitated as the other young girls are giggling in excited expectation of driving around the city at a high rate of speed wearing almost nothing late in the evening. To most of the oversexed young women they can’t wait to get started. Sadie Goes on to say that no one is to break the speed limit! But everyone knows that the normal traffic flow and speeds are always in excess of the limit as to drive less than 75 in the slow lane one could easily get run over at the posted limit!
Sadie then says that if you are pulled over by the police or Highway Patrol and the officer writes you a ticket for speeding you would automatically lose, as that couple would never be able to make up the time. The officer could also arrest the girls for incident exposure and take them to jail for booking pictures and a nude mug shot not a pleasant thought and another reason not to speed! All of the girls are now nude including Sadie and Diane is wearing only her white garter belt stockings and her red heels the only other thing in the car is the bridal vial
CJ always a gentleman helps Diane back into the Porsche and makes sure she is belted in tight. The feeling of the seat belt harness especially the cold metal buckle with the extended metal rib is only inches away from her slit . It is maddening along with the sensations of the powerful engine as it starts up. This feeling seems to end where the cold metal buckle and belts all come together. For Diane the excitement of a nude street race in this super car along with the belts holding her so tight by her most sensitive female apex only adds to the excitement and sexual tension. Sadie and Richard are first and blast of in their super car , CJ and Diane are next next at the drawn time to follow the exact same route. CJ has studied route and committed it to memory. The other cars leave and there routes are to places in the east bay. It is now after 10:00 pm and he wheels the Porsche out onto the Bayshore, then through Daily City and up onto the 280. This super car easily accelerates to over 80 mph, the traffic is light and in only minutes they approach the turnaround point at the Woodside exit he has made really good time. Off the 280 they go through the underpass and up the ramp on other side just as he is going through forth gear and the car is really starting to move the red and blue lights of a California Highway Patrol cruiser come on CJ immediately shuts down slows and pulls of the highway and onto the shoulder!
To be continued in chapter 5
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Saevelle and Vexus Fantasy
This actually is a roleplay my guy and I have been working on for 5 months. We’ve been very devoted to it and I hope you enjoy it. I can’t think of a good description other than ‘it’s off the wall’.
Learning the art of Kidnap and rape
This is a story of fiction, its about a rich guy acting out his fantasy
Last Gasp
Chapter One – Chamber of Dreams and Nightmares
The overhead lights burned to life and I surveyed my Chamber.
To one side was a group of steel chairs bolted to the floor, with chains and shackles. In the middle: six padded examination tables with leather straps, purchased from a clinic. They were arranged in a star pattern, the head of every table clustered around a single spot. On the far end: two side-by-side sinks, a large glass water tank seven feet long by four feet wide and a shower stall. Doors lined the Chamber, doors that let to six individual cells. Overhead was a system of motorized hooks, pulleys and tracks that could raise and lower, and move anything to nearly any spot in the Chamber.
The Chamber was underground, with concealed entrances to my living quarters and garage. Years ago it had been used as a bomb shelter by some paranoid survivalist. As such, it was not on any ground plans that anyone knew of. Only a very detailed search would reveal the passages.
The house was registered to John Hannibal. It wasn’t my birth name, but the name I felt most comfortable with.
My eyes fell upon her: my latest acquisition.
Silky red hair, almost auburn, fell well past her thin shoulders. Fine strands, straight and soft. High forehead and cheekbones. Thin lips. A slender swan-like neck, oh so delicate. And, although I couldn’t see them with her blindfold on, eyes that were a blue as vibrant as the sky.
She was chained to the one of the steel chairs on the west side, hands cuffed helplessly behind her back, wearing the tight golden skirt and white blouse that I had appropriated her in. Her shoes were discarded in the corner of the room. Her proud breasts, mounted high upon her chest, were thrust outward, stretching the material of her blouse. Her long, slender legs were clinched together in a vain effort to protect her from what was to come.
Clare Prescott was her name.
The first time I laid eyes upon her, I knew that I had to possess her. For days and weeks, I had watched her, dreamt of her and planned the taking of her. Now, everything had paid off: she was mine.
My gaze traveled up and down her body. Desire burned inside me. Anticipation flared. My cock twitched and grew.
Her head swiveled to look in my direction. The trails of the tears she had shed were visible on her cheeks beneath the blindfold. She had a pale look to her, but still, her beauty was enough to take my breath. I could see that she wanted to speak, but wisely, held her tongue.
After all, what could she say to me, now? What would make any difference about what was going to happen?
I approached and she shrank back at the sound of my steps. I circled her; reached out towards her head to touch those lovely strands.
She jerked back quickly.
Not as cool as she tried to appear, then.
I rested my hands on her shoulders and she sucked in a quick breath. She had such warmth in her flesh and vitality in her body. I could sense the promise of great pleasure in that body. Great and deep. And at the ultimate end, the pleasure would be even greater still.
I slid my padded Master’s Chair in front of her and sat.
“What do you want?” she asked, simply, finally.
“You, Claire,” I answered.
It was, after all, the simple truth. She had set me on this path. The path to carrying out all of my dreams, all of my fantasies. I had risked everything to steal her away from her life; her and the two other prizes I had claimed this night.
I could scarcely believe that she was real, that she was really here.
“Are you ready to fulfill my desires, Claire?”
She shook her head. “No, not that,” she muttered. “This isn’t happening…”
Reaching behind her, I freed her cuffed wrists from the chain. I quickly pulled her to kneel before me.
“No! No!” She struggled suddenly and I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back.
“Deny me and others will pay,” I whispered.
She tensed. “You don’t… you can’t have them, too?”
As I smirked, my eyes were drawn to two bound and helpless girls not more than ten feet away. Hanging from the ceiling, feet just off of the floor, their mouths were gagged and their wrists shackled. They were as nude as the day they were born. They were fine looking girls, tall and slender like their mother, sharing her beauty, if not her coloring.
The older one was a brunette. She had blue eyes filled with hate, eyes that never left me. The younger: a blonde with sea-green irises and a cheerleader’s body.
That one couldn’t meet my gaze.
“Heather? Hannah?” It was a mournful cry that ended in tears.
I kissed Claire’s cheek. I tasted her tears, savored their warmth and wetness.
“Oh, god…”
I pulled her close. The head of my cock touched the bound redhead’s cheek and she jerked back. I pressed my cock to her lips.
“By all means, deny me. I’ll chain you back to the chair and take Hannah. You can listen to what I do to her from here.”
“What do you want?” Claire asked.
“Simple, elemental things, Mrs. Prescott. Your compliance. Your love. Your sweet lips around my cock.”
She paused, weighing options in her mind.
It was amusing: there were none.
“I recommend that you do what’s best for your daughters, Claire.”
The defiance fled from her and she placed her lips around my head, engulfed me in her glorious mouth. The warmth embraced half of my length. Her wet tongue moved on the underside of my cock and she sucked, forming a perfect vacuum with her sensual lips.
Clearly, she had some experience with cocksucking.
I gathered her hair in my hands, collecting the beautiful strands and caressing them softly. I folded them back behind her head and held them there. I liked her that way. She looked beautiful, mature, upper-class. The next time, I would pin her hair like that.
A rivulet of saliva slipped from the corner of Claire’s mouth and dripped onto her white blouse.
I pulled her head off of me, tilted it back and rubbed my wet cock all over her face and features. Spit bubbled out of her mouth; I caught some with my cock and spread it around her face.
“Use your lips,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, running her lips up and down the shaft, pursing them on the very tip and twisting them around with just the head in her mouth. Her face shined up at me.
She was trying to please me. And she was succeeding.
Pulling her up, I took her skull in my hands, pressing a thumb over each of her eyes. I pushed her down on my cock, thrusting deep. I heard her grunt as my grip tightened. I could feel her eyeballs. Too much more and I would blind her. I moved my hands to the sides of her head and squeezed as I thrust further, deeper.
She gagged, but I stifled it with a hard thrust that took her entire throat.
“Own it, bitch! Choke yourself!”
Desperately, she complied, screwing herself down on my cock, her head moving from side to side, twisting her lips around the base of my cock as she struggled to take even more.
The feeling was intense and when she tried to pull off, I held her there, at the farthest extent.
Claire retched and a flood of spit exploded on my dick. I pulled her off of me, moved her face beneath my cock and balls and watched the spit drip all over her lips, face and blouse. The wetness soaked though her blouse and I saw the outline of her breasts and nipples.
Having her bound before me like that, her blindfolded face on my dripping cock, her wet tits visible through her shirt, her legs stretching the material of her skirt, was almost more than I could bear.
I moved over top of her and thrust my thick cock back in her mouth. I deepthroated her, violently. She gagged, but I forced her through the discomfort and pain.
For long minutes of ecstasy, I pounded her throat. Then, I felt the burning.
I cried out as I came, and thrust down, as deep as I had ever been inside a woman’s throat. Claire swallowed, mouth working around my manhood as she struggled not to drown. I held her and watched her beautiful lips, luxuriating in the stimulation and power.
I desired more, to take her once and finally, to have her with me, forever. My cock pressed deeper inside. I watched her stretching mouth, felt her sucking lips. Her retch came from deep in her throat but had nowhere to go and ended as quickly as it began.
She struggled, tried to pull away, but I held her down. She was on the verge of unconsciousness. And I was on the edge of insanity.
I released my death-grip on her skull and the redheaded mother fell back, choking and gagging. Spittle and come flew from her lips. She coughed hard and gagged again. She tried to rise and I slapped her, throwing her back on her ass. She screamed. I grabbed her by the hair, slapped her again, harder. She thrashed, trying to escape and I held her tight. I shook her, violently, squeezing her throat, strangling her by her frail and delicate neck. I could snap it in a moment and she would be mine.
God, how I wanted her! I barely pulled myself back from the edge.
I dropped her on her knees. Her head hung between my legs as she gasped for breath. There was blood dripping from her lips, mixed with come and saliva, and marks on her throat.
I removed her blindfold, lifted her chin with my fingertips and stared into her terrified, blinking eyes. They were so blue, so beautiful. I could feel myself getting lost in them.
I could see the fear and pain in her eyes, as her vision cleared, and then the recognition and despair as her eyes flicked over my shoulder and saw what was behind me.
The two lean bodies of her daughters. She realized now that the two hanging girls had seen everything.
Claire jumped to her feet and tried to rush to them.
I caught her by the hair, pulled her back against my chest. I ripped her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, firm orbs for a woman of her age, and I groped them, squeezed them. She flinched at my touch and I pulled her head back, kissed her neck as I squeezed.
My hand moved to her skirt and I tore it from her legs, let it drop in a puddle about her feet. I pushed her between her two daughters. I took up a control box; pressed the down button. A hook lowered with a mechanical hum. Claire struggled then, but I held her close.
I attached Claire’s cuffs to the hook and then pressed the up button. She rose into the air, suspended between her two daughters.
The look on Clare’s face changed, as if she finally realized that there was no way out of her predicament.
“Please, I have money,” the redhead said.
“I know that you do,” I replied. “Your father is a very wealthy businessman; your husband, even more so. He’d have to be to possess a woman as fine as you. I heard that he was running for congress this year. I also heard a rumor that he was in bed with the mob…”
I paused for a moment and watched, as she looked away.
“Rest assured that the police are out looking for you, as we speak. I know; I’m monitoring them. They may even find you, with all the federal assistance they’re getting. I don’t think it’s likely, but I’m not foolish enough to believe that I’m invincible or infallible.”
“I know you’re not stupid,” she said. “I can get you a bank transfer. Untraceable.”
“Nothing is untraceable,” I interjected.
“Yes, it is,” she insisted. “It’s a numbered account. And only I have the account number. Not even my husband knows about it. Let my daughters go and I’ll give it to you. You’ll be able to disappear, live well and long.”
I admired the way she kept her voice steady. It was soothing. Another man, she might have been able to talk around.
She must know that I was going to kill her. They had all seen my face and I couldn’t let them go. Why this play, then? It wasn’t sheer desperation. She was too cool about it.
“Then give it to me,” I said, quietly.
“After…” she whispered.
I stepped to Hannah, grabbed her toned legs and spread them. My cock went inside like sword thrust. She screamed through her gag, more agonized then I had expected.
Perhaps she was a virgin.
Another thrust, another scream. Another and she yelped.
Distantly, I could hear Claire yelling.
Gradually, Hannah’s screams faded away as I took her, to be replaced by deep, passionate moans. I could feel myself tightening in the girl, another orgasm building. I grabbed at the hook control. I lowered the blonde girl to her knees and tore the gag from her face.
My cock went to her virgin mouth, pressed past her lips in one swift thrust and took her wet throat. I pumped her full, as I had done with her mother.
“Stop, you’re hurting her,” Claire moaned. “Please?”
I dropped the girl. She sagged to the floor, with only the hook to hold her up, coughing and retching, come bubbling up and dripping to the floor.
I stepped back to Claire.
“Alright, it’s after,” I said.
I made sure the girls were secured for the night and left with the account number and password that Claire gave me. Of course, I would have to be cautious. She had only given me the number because she believed the authorities could trace what I did with it and find me.
And come to rescue her and her daughters.
However, I had an acquaintance who could work wonders with such information. If I was lucky I could get seventy or eighty percent of the value of Mrs. Prescott’s secret account.Chapter Two – Tales of the Tank
The heavy whirring sound halted.
Heather was in perfect position. She hung by her ankles, from a pulley, head at crotch level, arms chained to her sides. Her long dark hair hung down in a ponytail, almost even with the water level in the glass tank. A couple of feet over and down and her head would be submerged.
At either end of the tank knelt Claire and Hannah bound and chained to steel rings inset into the floor. It would be amusing for them to watch.
All three of the lovely ladies wore metal ring-gags that forced their mouths in a perpetual O-shape: open and ready for the taking.
I stepped up to the struggling Heather, grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head towards my cock. She thrashed, deliciously, as I forced my cock between her teeth and slid into her pure mouth.
I sighed in ecstasy. Nothing was quite like facefucking a girl in that position. My cock slid into her throat effortlessly.
My other hand moved to her neck and I squeezed it as I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth, brutally, savagely throatfucking her. A long thrust and the hand on the back of her head pressed her down on my cock, holding her. I could feel her tongue moving, throat muscles contracting, squeezing me and trying to push me out. The muscles in her jaws worked as she tried to bite.
Yes. The tightness in her was bringing me close, already.
I pulled back and she gasped, explosively, spit dripping from her lips. I watched the spit roll down the brunette’s face to her nose and eyes. I slapped my cock on her face, pressed the tip into her eye.
I grabbed the lift control. A quick press of the button and Heather was in position.
“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” I said.
I removed the gag from Heather’s mouth. She spit as it came out.
“You son of a bitch!” she yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you! You have no idea who my father is. A word from me and you would disappear forever.”
“Really?”
This was interesting. I stepped closer to her.
“Tell me more,” I said.
“He knows people,” she said. “Some of them have killed people, before.”
“Would it surprise you to learn that I’ve done the same?”
“Who? Helpless girls?” she asked. She had cooled for a few seconds and was now regretting her words.
“And others that were not so helpless.”
I stepped back from Heather and stood to address Hannah.
“I’ll make the game simple for you, little one,” I said. “You get me off with your mouth as quickly as you can and we’ll see if your sister makes it.”
I grabbed the control and lowered Heather into the tank until her head was submerged. She had time for one quick scream before she was forced to hold her breath.
Hannah looked up at me, shock on her face.
“Tick, tock,” I said.
She quickly attacked my cock.
Hannah was a young girl without the training of a full woman, but the desperation to save her sister made up for it.
She took me inside. Her tongue moved on the underside of my manhood, slathering around in a wet, pleasant way. I rubbed her hair with my free hand. She had such nice hair, almost at beautiful as her mother’s.
“Is your sister a swimmer?” I asked the bound girl. “Good swimmers can sometimes manage three and a half minutes. Most people can’t last more than 60 seconds… Throatfucking yourself might help me get off faster.”
She sped up, taking me deeper.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Tears of pain or tears of strain, I couldn’t tell. She pulled back for a breath.
“How selfish of you,” I chided her, “when your poor sister has no breath of her own.”
Heather was struggling in the tank. She wouldn’t make it another 10 seconds.
I depressed the ‘up’ button and she rose above the waterline: spitting, gasping and cursing at me.
“Let me show you how to throat it, girl,” I said to Hannah.
I grabbed Hannah’s head and thrust her down, taking her throat in one swift motion. I twisted her head, feeling the tightness. I pulled out and thrust back in, forcefully, throatraping her girlish head. My hands tightened in her thin, blonde hair. I pulled out, long enough for her to take a single desperate breath, and then shoved back in a third time, holding her with tight hands.
She dripped spit when my dick finally came out. I rubbed it all over her face.
“Close…” I moaned. “Let’s try one more time.”
I lowered Heather’s head back in the tank and this time Hannah thrust her face down on my cock with wild insanity, slapping her head down on my hard cock until, with each desperate thrust, her lips clamped the base of my cock, engulfing the entire length in her young mouth and throat.
That was it. My hand went to the back of her slender neck and I held her as I came down her stuffed throat, crying out in ecstasy as I blew my load into her youthful stomach.
My other hand found the control and I pressed the ‘up’ button, still holding Hannah to my crotch.
Heather came to the surface: choking, coughing and spitting. She cursed at me again, but I ignored her.
I had eyes only for the blonde fucktoy impaled on my cock. With my come in her throat and my cock blocking the entrance, it was impossible for Hannah to breathe and she was starting to panic. Still, I held her. The mental and physical pleasure I was taking from her situation was enormous.
“Open your eyes, baby, and watch me while you pass out on my cock.”
She did and I saw the pain and panic in her tear-stained eyes. Her sucking was violent and primal, as was my lust. She shuttered once and was still. I held her down for a few more seconds, savoring the wild feel of her youthful, unconscious throat before letting the abused daughter drop to the floor in a heap.
I lowered Heather to the floor, unlatched her and set her on her feet.
Heather looked at her disheveled sister on the floor.
“You son of a bitch,” she said quietly. “I’ll kill you for that.”
My fist caught her in the gut and she doubled up. I grabbed her ponytail, bent her over the tank and plunged her head back inside. She bubbled out most of her air in a single gasp.
My cock found her cunt and I plunged inside, taking her with swift strokes. I wrenched her head back and gave her a few breaths.
“Ah, ah, ah… god, please,” she mumbled, her voice cracking.
I pulled her head back. “Please what?” I asked. Our faces were close. I tasted her tears, her lips.
“Please kill me,” she whispered, like a prayer.
“Before the night is over, honey,” I whispered back, “I will.”
For several minutes I fucked her, plunging her head underwater while I took her womanhood. There was a sharp and surprising squeeze of her cunt as she came on my cock. I pulled her from the tank and kissed her gasping lips.
I pulled her over to Claire and bent her over the tank so that her mother was between her legs.
I pointed my cock at Claire’s tear-stained face. “Suck me while I give your daughter another drink, bitch.”
I plunged Heather back under and held her as I felt Mrs. Prescott’s mouth on my engorged cock.
“Deep,” I ordered. The mouth on my cock struggled to comply, pushing to take me all the way. As I kept the daughter down with one hand, my other hand held her mother on me.
Oh, god! I had two lives in my hands. I luxuriated in the feeling. I could take them both, right now.
I held Claire’s graceful head down, feeling the soft, wet strength of her throat muscles. She moaned and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt Heather’s struggling cease.
I released the mother and she pulled off my cock, gasping.
I pulled the limp, drowned girl out of the tank. Water drained from her lips and she was unmoving. I dropped her to the floor in front of her horrified mother. I straddled her, rubbed my cock on her unmoving lips and face. The tip went between her lips and I thrust deep into the girl’s mouth. Water shot out around my cock, and she twitched. I removed my cock from her mouth and she coughed: a deep and hacking sound. I rolled her over and she coughed again, water bubbling from her lips.
I pulled Heather to her knees and shackled her to a floor-ring.
Unchaining Claire, I pulled her roughly to her feet. I kissed her once, then removed her ring-gag.
“Stop, please!” she cried. “I’ll give you what you want!”
“This is what I want!”
Before she could say another word, I thrust her head into the tank. I slid into her from behind and ravaged her while her submerged head bubbled and her legs kicked.
Sixty seconds later, I pulled her up.
I repeated the process a few more times, pounding into her wet snatch as I tortured her. I pulled the redheaded mother out, watched as her breasts heaved with exertion.
She was spent, done. I dropped her.
Claire fell to the floor, soaked and sobbing.
I reached down and unchained Heather. She tried weakly to struggle against me, but she was exhausted. And cold, so cold. I pulled her close, kissed the warm tears on her cheek.
“Just one more time and it’s over, baby,” I whispered to her.
I twisted Heather’s wet ponytail around my fist.
I pushed her into the tank for the last time, held her down as I took her from behind. My cock tore into her, thrusting deep and holding. I sped up and pounded her like a jackhammer, desperate to come inside her. She thrashed beneath me, bubbles exploding from her lips. Her cunt contracted like it did before, wild and frenzied.
Her thrashing slowed and she went limp, her death contractions fading away on my cock. I fucked her for another couple of minutes before I cried out and came violently in her pussy.
I let her go and stepped back.
Heather laid there, draped over the side, half in and half out of the tank. I pushed her in. Her corpse sank to the bottom of the tank: its mouth open, skin turned pale and sightless eyes staring. My come oozing out into the water.
Claire was sobbing, her head to the cold floor.
I stepped over to her and grabbed her chin, raised her head so that I could look into her pretty eyes.
“One daughter defiled, another drowned,” I said. “It’s been a pretty good night, already. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Prescott?”Chapter Three – Dreams of Lust and Violation
Hannah woke as I lowered myself on top of her. She was strapped to one of my examination tables.
With frenzied fucking motions, I took her, feeling the depths of her.
Long minutes later, I emptied my balls into her tight cunt. Her mother, strapped beside her, was a silent witness.
I climbed onto Claire and wiped my come and Hannah’s pussy juice on her pretty face. Moving down, I entered her, thrusting hard and deep. She too received a load in her snatch.
I relaxed and suckled on Claire’s tits until I recovered.
Unstrapping the mother and daughter, I took them to the shower stall. I threw Hannah to the floor; pushed Claire’s face to the steaming glass and entered her ass. She cried out, through the ring-gag, at the violation.
I pounded into her bowels, slamming her face into the glass. Minutes later, we screamed together, as I came.
I dropped her, kicked her in the ribs and picked up her daughter. Crushing Hannah against the glass, I rammed my cock up her ass. God, she was tight! A few thrusts and I went all the way inside.
I grabbed her hair as I violated her. I kissed her shoulders and bit her neck.
Suddenly, I felt movement at my feet. It was Claire, struggling to get up. I kicked her in the face, sending her back to the tiles. She didn’t move again, but I could see her tits shaking as she sobbed.
I continued ass-fucking Hannah until my cock burst and I filled her. I ripped the ring-gag off of her and kissed her mouth, hungrily.
My fingers tangled in Claire’s hair, as I pulled her to her knees.
“Kneel beside your mother, cunt,” I ordered the blonde girl.
She obediently dropped to her knees, as I slammed my cock home into her mother’s waiting throat. I thrust down deep and held her tight.
“Watch me, little clit,” I said to Hannah.
I violated Claire in front of Hannah’s eyes. All control left me and I became a lustful animal, desiring unending release. I was suddenly aware of the choking, moaning sounds at my cock.
Claire’s face was red with strain and she was on the verge.
“FUCK YOU, MOTHER CUNT,” I hissed. I held her down and choked her unconscious with my cock.
Still my release would not come. I had ejaculated too many times this morning, but my lust would be satisfied again, one way or the other. I let the redheaded mother slide off of my cock and drop to the floor of the stall. Her body splashed into the water, crumpled and unconscious.
I pulled Hannah to me, by the hair.
“One more time,” I told her. “I’m almost there. Your mother almost finished me.”
She cringed away from me.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I cooed to her. “This is the final blowjob that you will ever have to give.”
“Please, no!” Hannah cried.
“It’s too bad that you can’t say farewell to your mother.”
“Nooo… I’ll do anything! Please!” she screamed. She clutched at my legs, begging. It was a beautiful sight.
“And what will you do if I let you live?” I asked.
“Anything you want, I swear!”
I looked at her, weeping before me, and weighed my options. She was just a girl, too weak to fight me, too young to really disobey. She looked up at me, awaiting my decision, tears glistening on her face.
It gave me a truly godlike feeling. I looked at the ring-gag for a moment and then fastened it about her head.
She cried again, but didn’t struggle. It wasn’t in her nature to fight. She was like her mother in that.
I thrust inside with a single deep stroke, all the way to the bottom of her throat. I held her to me, felt her warmth envelop me. She moaned deeply and her tears ran down her face. I could feel them on my groin. One trickled down the corner of her eye and nose and joined her mother’s spit on my cock.
“Hannah,” I said breathlessly. “Hannah, look at me!”
She struggled to open her beautiful green eyes and after a few moments of blinking, they latched onto me. I saw sadness in them and knowledge of the inevitable end.
Suddenly, she started sucking, sucking for air that wasn’t there. This was always the best part. No blowjob was ever as good as the primal desperation of a woman longing for oxygen. It was as if she wanted to drain me, as if she thought that she might be able to breathe my come.
I watched Hannah’s face with fascination, as she closed her eyes and let the nothingness take her.
The fabulous sucking sensation faded as the more erotic knowledge of what I had done crystalized in my mind.
I cried out and came in her throat.Chapter Four – The Last Gasp of Claire Prescott
I entered my Chamber, nude, and stepped up to Claire.
As always, she hung there, head sagging, toes barely touching the floor. Her prominent breasts hung as well, lush and ripe. She was no child, but a mature woman just entering the first years of her decline.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” Claire asked.
I said nothing, my eyes fixed upon her.
“And you’re here to take me, too.”
“How does that make you feel?” I wondered aloud.
Her head rose to look at me.
“Glad that it will be over. You’ve taken so much away from me and you might as well take the rest. The sooner the better.”
I lowered her to the floor. I removed her restraints.
I motioned her to the toilet where I had her relieve herself completely. We entered the shower stall. I scrubbed her body and shampooed her hair. Afterwards, she glistened like a goddess.
I dried her and set her on a chair.
I took something from a cabinet and walked back to Claire, my hands clasped behind my back.
She looked up at me, trying to discern what I held behind my back.
Slowly, I rounded her. My shoulder brushed against her, lightly. She shuttered, suddenly fearful of what was to come.
“Face forward,” I ordered.
She did as I commanded.
I raised my hands to her head and brought them down. I slid the bristles of the hairbrush through Claire’s beautiful auburn mane, straightening it, working out the tangles until it was lush and shining. Soft.
I took a bag from a cabinet. Threw it to her.
She opened the bag.
Inside was a woman’s suit. Red jacket and skirt. White blouse. A bra, panties and hose. High heels. There was a small makeup kit and a crimson lipstick. A pair of large emerald earrings she had worn when I abducted her. Her diamond wedding ring.
My dick grew hard as she dressed. I watched as she applied the makeup. She slid the lipstick around her lips, expertly, not a tremble in her hands. She puckered her lips. She fastened on the earrings…
Finally, she slid the wedding ring on her finger.
She looked perfect. Mine for the taking.
“This way,” I said.
As we got to the door, I stopped her. Cuffed her slender wrists behind her back.
I took her through my hidden passage, the same way I had brought her in, unconscious, several days ago, and into my bedroom.
I motioned her to sit on the bed and she did.
Claire looked at me, brilliant in her red outfit.
I wore nothing. I was close to her, my cock at eye-level. I felt a tingle of excitement. I was nude and she was clothed, but I was in control. I pressed my cock to her face.
My lady understood. She took me between her lips, without hesitation and my member slid down her throat. Soft like silk and wet with her spit, her warm pursed lips brought me to instant rigidity. She moaned deeply, her red lips working intently to pleasure me.
In and out I went, rhythmically, my cock growing harder with each stroke past her smooth lips. Spit build up at the corners of her mouth.
I pulled my cock from her lips and a long line of saliva dripped onto the carpet.
“Lay back, my lady,” I said, lovingly.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and rolled to the center of the bed, arms pinned beneath her back.
I climbed onto the bed. I straddled Claire’s head. I stared at her beneath my cock, stared at her for a long moment.
She was terrified, but accepting, eyes wide and on me. I was her whole universe, now. I was everything. How and when she perished was my whim, my choice, my desire.
Slowly, I rubbed my engorged cock about her face. I felt harder and larger then I had ever been.
I brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes.
“Are you ready, my love?” I asked her, softly, while caressing her cheek.
“I want to be with my sweet Hannah,” she said, as her first tear of the day rolled down her cheek to my fingertips. “Do it, you sick fuck.”
I smiled. She knew exactly how to arouse me.
I affixed the ring-gag about her head, sliding it into place and making sure it was just perfect. I pulled her beautiful red hair out from beneath her, over one shoulder. I tied the silky strands into a knot, high at the base of her neck. Another knot was tied into the tip.
Claire looked at me, confusion on her face, showing through the mix of her last emotions.
I twisted the red strands around her frail neck.
Her eyes went wide as comprehension came.
I thrust into her mouth, hard, putting the entire length of cock inside her frail neck, down her slender throat. I pulled at the garrote of her hair, tightening it, choking off all breath. My cock pressed her head to the pillow and I skullfucked her with all the strength in me, plunging deep into her helpless throat.
I grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her to the headboard. Thrusting in hard, I rapidly slammed her head against the dense wood, matching the crack of her head with the slap of my balls against her sexy chin.
I braced her head with my left hand, strangled her with the auburn rope clenched in my right.
She didn’t fight it at all.
I expected her legs to kick, but she was still. Her only movements were the glorious tightening of her mouth and throat and the blinking of her eyelids as her skull cracked again and again against the headboard.
I pulled on her hair, harder.
Her lips tightened on me, trying to suck in air. I knew that if she could control herself, she would go quietly, peacefully. But the body struggles to live even if the will does not.
I thrust in further, deeper; held my cock down her throat. I pulled at her hair, again. I could feel the tightening of it, around my cock. It drove me to climax and I came. My seed filled her throat and bubbled up from her lips.
She choked around my cock, drowning in my come.
Ecstasy struck. And the realization that all that was left was to end her. I pulled hard on her hair: a mighty heave that produced a sharp crack.
Claire Prescott looked up at me, love in her eyes, as she gasped one last time on my cock. And then she was staring at nothing but oblivion.
I held her for several minutes, as I came down from my high. My fist was still tight on the knot of her hair.
From my bedside nightstand, I took a knife. Slowly, I rubbed the razor-sharp blade down her face… over her sightless eyes… across her nose… past her come-covered lips… down to her neck…
The blade cut and I held the auburn ponytail in my hand. It was as if I could feel her inside it. It was all I had left of her, now.
Well, almost all.
I stood and walked to my bathroom, pushed the door open to reveal the bound blonde-haired girl. Hannah looked up at me with wet eyes, her face twisted in a rictus of emotional agony.
A small monitor was before her, showing the broken doll of her mother.
“Did you see that, baby? Did you see what she did, hear what she said? Did you watch her, all the way to the end? She was fabulous. I never dreamed I would have a fuck like her.”
Hannah looked at me, eyes alight with terror.
Sweet Hannah. I liked the girl. I really did. She was a true survivor, coming back from the brink like that.
I pulled her to her knees and thrust my cock in, all the way down her throat.
“She’s still there, baby,” I moaned. “On my cock! Your mother’s spit and her last fucking breath! Take my cock, my young love! And when you’re done we’ll visit that corpse you call a mother and you can suck your master’s come from her murdered fucking lips!”
I raised the ponytail to my nose and smelled the smell of my sweet Claire, as I throatfucked her last daughter.
Now she was with me, forever.
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Slut in training.
She was really nervous as she stood in the cold. It was dark and there was no one around, and for the first time she began to really panic. Did she really know what she was letting herself in for? He had told her everything she had wanted to hear; he was going to use her as his toy, degrade her, humiliate her, abuse her as he likes. Every time she had messaged him, his authority over her had aroused her like never before. She knew that she wanted to be used in this way, it felt so natural, but standing there so alone, no one knowing where she was except him, she felt scared and vulnerable. She had never actually met him, he had completely dominated her thoughts and dreams over the past few weeks, but up until now, that was all he had ever been. Now it was becoming reality.
She had done as he said. In fact she had spent all day preparing herself. She had a silky smooth cunt dampening her thighs, the cool night’s air making her conscious of her lack of underwear. She had to have all holes accessible for him, which meant a very short black leather skirt; no underwear, no tights. Her black satin blouse unbuttoned to her visible red lace bra, her large tits begging to be looked at, touched, groped. The cold and her increasing arousal meant her nipples poked through, hurting as they grazed against the lace. He had told her to wait here, but she had been waiting a while now, she thought he would be there waiting for her to arrive, or at least he would be prompt. She was worrying that he wasn’t going to turn up, that she would be abandoned in this unfamiliar area dressed like the slut she is. She heard a car engine and her heart started to race, was she really ready to commit to this? His car pulled up and she stood there unsure of what to do. The driver’s door opened and he got out, she looked at him in awe. His presence so naturally commanding, she felt like he saw straight through her and she loved it. His eyes scanned her up and down, but his face didn’t reveal what he was thinking, his eyes piercing. He said, “Hello slut” and she flustered, unable to utter a coherent response as she revelled in his objectification of her. “Um h-hello Sir”, her vulnerability cracked through her voice. He warned her that this was the last time she would be given a choice, she could walk away now but if she were to get in his car, she would be accepting her position to be used as he sees fit with no going back. She was so aroused that her swollen clit was hurting, she couldn’t have walked away even if she had wanted to. She knew deep down that this was her place in life and she was so eager to see what was in store for her. She told him that she was staying.
Without another word he grabbed her long hair and bent her forward against his car. “I want to check what I am getting first, slut” She squealed unable to help herself as he roughly forced two fingers into her cunt. “You are soaking, you filthy slut” he spat in her ear, she blushed with shame but getting wetter at the way he was treating her. He removed his fingers as quickly as they had entered and she groaned with the emptiness. His manly hand explored the folds of his new toy, checking to see if she had shaven properly as instructed, then moving closer towards her arse. She tensed as she felt the tip of his finger applying pressure to her virgin arse hole, waiting for him to plunge his finger, but he didn’t. He instead opened the car door and pushed her in by her hair, she clambered to get in, her bare cunt completely exposed to him. He was going to enjoy breaking in his tight new toy. She was young and inexperienced and that made it all the more exciting for him, he was going to completely abuse her and then he would find out if she was really the filthy slut she had professed to be. Either way he was going to enjoy himself.
He got in his car and looked the slut up and down again. He drove for about five minutes and stopped outside of his house. “Stay” he ordered her as he turned off the car and got out. He came over to her door, opening it and dragging her out by the hair. There was no one about as he pushed her yet again into the car and roughly secured a blindfold over her eyes. He led her into the house by her hair and directed her down a flight of steps. It was freezing as she was pushed down to her knees on the hard concrete floor. He ordered her to stay still as fear coursed through her body. The blindfold heightening her other senses, she could hear him walk around the room, moving things, looking for something. Her body tingling with goosebumps and her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, she was grateful when she heard the order to get to her feet and strip. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, freeing her large pert tits and erect pink nipples. She couldn’t see him ogling her, but she could feel his eyes on her and it only encouraged her. She slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, now only wearing the blindfold and her heels.
She heard his footsteps as he approached her and felt his warm touch down her neck, onto her tit. His other hand reached to her arse and pulled her closer to him. She was surprised at his tenderness as her lightly pinched her nipples and pressed his lips against hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, pressing her tongue passed his, taking her time to enjoy exploring his tongue, becoming lost in the enjoyment of kissing him, almost forgetting where she is, what she is doing here, and she instinctively reaches to the front of his trousers, without thinking. He bites down hard on her tongue; making her scream into his mouth. He clamps down harder and they both taste blood. Her head is pounding from the pain, but she daren’t pull away for fear that it will hurt more. He releases her tongue, satisfied that he has shown her what happens to forward sluts.
He grabs her by the wrists and she flinches, his tight grip in such a fragile area makes her feel sick. He knows she hates her wrists being looked at, never mind touched, but he doesn’t care. She is there for his pleasure; her comfort is not his priority. Her hands are stretched above her head and secured with rope, to the point where she is on her tiptoes. He walks around her, looking at her exposed body. What shall he play with first? Her tits are aching for him to maul them, but then her fleshy arse looks so bare. She is so on edge, anticipating his every move. She hears the swish of air, unsure of where the first blow will be, time seems to be going so slowly. She hears a crack and a second later feels a searing pain in her arse, and again. She loses count of the blows as each one seems to find a new untouched patch of arse and thigh. She can’t figure out what he is using, she is unfamiliar with bdsm toys but all she knows is that each crack brings her closer to a hazy place she has never been before. Her brain explodes with blackness from the pain and she feels almost as if she is separated from her body. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she doesn’t say anything but her frustrated whimper gives away her disappointment. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispers in her ear. “You are a filthy slut, my fuckmeat”, he is getting into her head and it is driving her wild with pleasure, just not enough to the point of cumming. He is keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
He walks away for a few minutes and she comes down from the pleasure high slightly, feeling the burning sensation of pain and beginning to shake with adrenalin. She hears him move closer again, he rolls a nipple between his fingers and pinches harder than she could have imagined. Her nipples are so sensitive as he twists and pulls them, his fingertips mauling her tit flesh as she can feel it bruising. She can’t help but whimper in pain. The short pause in attention means that now his focus on her tits is more pain than pleasure. She can’t help but think about how he must have known exactly what he was doing. She continues to shake, the cold air against her body, her aching wet cunt. As if he has read her mind, a hand moves between her legs. She does her best to spread her legs open as he sniggers at the slut she is. He brutally grabs a handful of cunt making her groan in intense pain, he brings her close to orgasm yet again. She starts to panic. She knows he expects her to ask to cum in a certain way, but she cannot remember what she must say. Her mind is a blank and she is struggling to fight off the increasing tightening of her muscles, the oncoming orgasm feels so intense. She doesn’t get a chance to beg him to let her cum as his hand is removed. He smears his hand all over her face as she greedily opens her mouth to taste her cunt juice, trying to suck his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to enjoy the sweet taste. He was definitely right in thinking that this one was a slut.
She feels her hands being let down as he unbinds her wrists, the blood rushing back into her hands hurts, and her legs too weak to support her, she drops to her knees. He takes the opportunity to remove her blindfold which is soaked in her tears, her mascara framing the desperation in her eyes. She looks up at him, in awe of him and also still frightened, anticipating his next move. It doesn’t take her long to figure out what is now expected as she looks forward to see she is looking at his rock hard cock. The precum oozing out of the tip is enough to entice the filthy cock whore. She sticks her tongue out, flicking it around the head of his cock, fully enjoying the salty sweet taste. She licks her lips, fully focussed on giving the blowjob of her life. She starts by exploring his entire cock with lashes of her soft warm tongue, getting his cock nice and wet. He groans as she pops the head of his cock through her soft full lips. He looks down to see her pink lips wrapped around his cock as she looks up at him to see the pleasure on his face. She feels his hands starting to run through her hair, so she begins to suck hard, creating a vacuum around his hard cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking all of him into her mouth. She gags the first few times as his cock enters her throat. But she is determined to please him, to show off what she is capable of doing. As she continuously bobs her head in rhythm she swirls her tongue around. She places her hands on his bum, grabbing hold of him, helping him fuck her face. She moans around his cock as she hears “good slut” and feels the spasms of a building orgasm. She forces her head down, taking him into her throat as far as possible as she feels rope after rope of cum going down her throat. She greedily moves off a little so that her tongue can tease the sensitive head of his cock as he cums, so she can taste the last few spurts on her tongue. She deliberately shows him his cum on her tongue as she swallows and licks her lips. Giving his cock a few more sucks for good measure. Her thighs are soaked with her arousal, but she had become so involved in pleasing him that she didn’t care about her own release any more. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her on her forehead. She feels so worthy for being able to satisfy him like she has.
She became conscious of her sweat covered body, her tangled hair, the cunt juice drying on her face. She forgot herself for a second and casually said “I need a shower.” As soon as it had slipped out of her mouth she regretted it, she hadn’t meant to sound so demanding, she should have asked courteously or just waited until he instructed her to shower. “Yes you do” was all he responded. He took her to the corner of this cold room and secured her into a pair of handcuffs which were attached to a chain from the wall. She sat and looked at him, forgetting to be bothered about her restrained wrists. It took her a while to realise what he was doing as he took hold of his cock and aimed at her face. She just closed her eyes in time as a stream of hot piss hit her face and ran down her naked bruised body, soaking her, humiliating her. “Open your mouth”, she was hesitant but didn’t need him to ask her again as she reluctantly opened her mouth, she tasted the sour piss and knew that she didn’t have a say in how she would be treated. As he finished pissing, he took a moment to admire the desperate look on the slut’s face, then headed towards the door, turning off the light and before leaving said, “Get some sleep because soon I am going to fuck your virgin arse, slut.”
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Caught 2
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Missy Likes It – Chapter 05 of 05
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Last Gasp 2: Descent
Chapter One – Wet Dreams and Memories
I watched as my simulacrum fucked Claire Prescott to death.
My image cried out and came, filling Claire’s mouth and covering her lower face in semen, causing her to gag and choke. I loved that sound she made: her desperate gurgling as she drowned.
I could hear the snap of her neck breaking on the video.
I froze the video on Claire’s last look. It was love for me. It must have been. She looked so sexy there, at the last gasp of her life.
Oh, how I longed for the pleasures of that night, two weeks past. It had been beautiful. Perfect for snuffing.
Just like tonight.
But Claire Prescott, my love, was gone and here I was with her only remaining daughter throated on my cock.
The suction on my cock grew more intense. Spit trickled out between Hannah’s lips and my cock, wetting my balls. The young blonde was near the edge, but she didn’t struggle. I think she was hoping I’d go all the way with her, this time.
I pulled her off before she passed out. She retched and more saliva poured from her lips. Her tits hung down, deliciously.
Hannah Prescott was fifteen years old, with shoulder-length blonde hair and pretty green eyes, a slender frame with perfect tits. I had taken her two weeks ago, along with her mother, Claire, and sister, Heather. Only she had survived my ministrations for this long, mostly because I had taken no other women in the past two weeks. Eventually, I would get around to sending Hannah to the great beyond to join her mother and sister.
I gave Hannah’s tits a good squeeze. They were the equal of any girl five years older than her. My hand went back to the young girl’s hair and I tangled my fingers in it, shook her hard.
“What do you want?” I asked her. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, bitch!”
“Take me and fuck me,” the blonde girl said. “Fill me. Use me and break me. Hurt me and snuff me.”
I pulled her up until her face was close to mine. Her breasts shook. Her breath hissed between her lips.
“More,” I said. “Tell me more, baby.”
“Rape me. Fill me. Come on me and kill me,” she whispered.
I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed.
“Snap me. Trash me and fuck me. Jizz me,” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. “Come on, just fucking kill me!”
“I think you want me to do that, little clit. You want me to end you. Maybe you’d even get off on it.”
I squeezed harder. Her voice seeped out.
“You’d like it, too,” she cooed.
Her submission to my will had been swift, since her mother’s murder. I had tamed her. But then, she had always been submissive. She was one of those girls who would never retaliate against anything.
I thrust her back down on my cock and skullfucked her. I pushed her head down with my left hand, while I opened my nightstand drawer with my right.
I withdrew the twist of Claire’s auburn hair. She had such beautiful hair. That was what had drawn me to her in the first place. I smelled it. It still held her scent. It was almost two feet long. Long enough to strangle a woman, although I hadn’t used it for such. At least, not since Claire, herself.
I decided that I would use it on Hannah. Someday.
I let Hannah up and she gasped, spit drooling from her lips and onto my cock like a warm shower.
I took a small, plain box from the drawer. Inside were two emerald earrings and three finger rings. I took the diamond wedding ring and placed it on Hannah’s finger.
“So, do you think you married me, now?” she asked. “Or do you just want a bigger thrill by making me think about how you murdered my mother? Jesus Christ, you watch her tape every fucking night! How could I fucking forget it? You’re a joke! A sick fucking joke!”
I looked at her, enraged. This was submission?
My backhand knocked her to the foot of the bed. I grabbed her ring-gag and wound it around her head, fitted it between her teeth.
I sat on her head and shoved my cock down her throat. Ruthlessly, I fucked her, pausing only to smack her face every other stroke or so. Deep and hard, I pressed into her, feeling her tight throat, as I tried to ram straight through her head and into her brain. I took her roughly, working her slutty young throat for long, hard minutes of excruciating abuse. She spit out saliva and it collected on her bright red face.
I pulled out of her throat.
“Mercy…” the single word bubbled out, twisted by the ring-gag.
I flipped her onto her hands and knees, got behind her and pulled her up to me. I caught her in a sleeper hold, one arm across her throat, the other behind her blonde head. She struggled as I choked her, but eventually went limp and dropped from my grasp.
I twisted her around, held her unconscious body up and fucked her slack throat, as I squeezed her neck and head. I came hard, crushing her head to my groin as I pumped my semen down Hannah’s throat.
It didn’t matter where it ended up. She could drown for all I cared.
I got up and turned off the video of Claire’s snuffing.
On the news there was a report: Congressional hopeful’s family missing for two weeks. Are they still alive?
“Not all of them,” I muttered.
That was Hannah’s family. Her father was the hopeful congressman-to-be.
I watched the report. The sheriff was being interviewed. From the sound of his report, he was still following leads. Of course, it was hard to trust what was on television. As a rule, cops didn’t give any useful information out to the media. But, if I was reading him right, he didn’t have anything. Yet.
Beside him were two suits. FBI. They must be. One was a woman.
I paused the picture on my DVR and stared at her. Blonde. Early thirties. Nice, athletic legs. Muscular arms. A fine chest, from what I could see. Strong face with a serious look. Strange eyes…
I stepped up to her image for a closer look.
The right eye was deep blue, almost a violet color. But the left eye… it was a brilliant green, harsh and piercing. Fascinating. Heterochromia. I had seen it before, but never in such beautiful and rare colors.
And that look… this beauty’s eyes showed she had seen some things. Jaded eyes. Desirous eyes. Sadistic eyes.
I knew that look. I saw it every time I looked in the mirror. Others might not know it or acknowledge it, but I knew.
I also knew why she was here. She was the one they expected to catch me with. My nemesis. With eyes like those, steeped in darkness, she had to be a criminal profiler. One of the best and brightest.
A question crossed my mind. Abort or go?
I already had my targets marked for tonight, but it was risky. I pondered the thought for a moment. Finally, I decided that I would go tonight, if possible. I certainly didn’t want to get caught, but I felt the intense need for some new blood.
I pulled Hannah up by the hair and felt her chest. Her heart was still beating. I dragged her unconscious body back to my Chamber.
A serious assfucking would teach her some manners.Chapter Two – Invasion of the Body Snatcher
I checked my watch: 2:31 A.M. It was the time when the whole world seemed asleep.
I had lain in wait for several hours, anticipation and desire burning my chest. Over an hour ago, the last light had gone out in the Lincoln house. I had nearly gone in a dozen times since then. But I had forced myself to wait. Now, the waiting was over.
I moved through the darkness like a wraith. Barely a sliver of the moon was in the sky and I doubted that anyone could catch a glimpse of me in such a dim glow.
I approached the house.
No floodlights. Probably couldn’t sleep well with them on. I knew I couldn’t.
My previous examination of the residence had revealed a basic security system that was simple enough to bypass with my expertise. That was rather foolish for a woman alone with a teenage daughter, but no one had ever accused lawyers of being intelligent.
Jessica Lincoln and her daughter, Abigail. I had watched them for several days, shadowed their movements. The mother was a partner at a local law firm, specializing in family law: adoptions, divorces and such. The daughter went to an all-girls private school.
Which probably meant that she was ready, willing and untouched.
I smiled tightly, as I shut the system down. I turned my attention to the door. With a click, it opened. I slid inside, quickly. Closed the door.
I felt a thrilling rush of adrenalin, and the sensation of curiosity that always accompanied such infiltrations. Who were these people? What were their lives like? I walked past photos too dim to see in the dark.
Unable to control myself, I removed a small flashlight from my pocket and shined it on the pictures. My mind tried to categorize: a doting father, a good-looking mother, a husband, probably, and then: a photo of the mother and daughter. The mother, Jess, was dark of hair and eye. The daughter, Abby, had a lighter shade of brown and brown eyes.
They made a cute pair, one that I planned on taking full enjoyment from.
I removed the picture from the frame and pocked it.
I took out an aerosol spray. It was a little toy that I had employed in my previous vocation. It was filled with a compound that would knock the victim unconscious in just a few seconds.
I proceeded upstairs.
Four rooms, three with closed doors. I glanced into the fourth door. It was a bathroom.
The next I opened, as silently as possible. A girl’s room; the wall was covered in posters of movie stars, music bands and models. There was a desk and a computer; a dresser with open drawers and clothes hanging off, and… a teen-age girl huddled in the bed.
I stepped up to her. Her brown hair and cute face made me want to climb right in with her. It would be the dumbest of mistakes, but it was a fantasy of mine to rape a girl in her own house and bed. But I wasn’t fully prepared for that, yet. I sprayed her face with the aerosol. She inhaled deeply, stifled a sneeze. Her breathing grew deeper still.
I smiled. She wouldn’t wake for several hours.
On impulse, I pulled back the covers. The girl wore a t-shirt and trim panties. She had slim legs and a shapely bosom for a girl her age. She reminded me of Hannah, different coloring, but a very similar body type. A lucky catch.
One down. I turned.
The next door creaked as it opened and I froze.
No movement in the bed. I waited for a moment, ready to jump, should she awake.
Nothing. I entered.
A dark-haired woman was dozing fitfully in bed, the covers kicked off of her. Her head moved from side to side, as if she were caught in the throes of some dream or nightmare. She wore a button-down pajama top that concealed her breasts and tight pajama bottoms that showed a fit lower body.
I sprayed the aerosol mist on her mouth and watched as she drifted off.
I replaced the spray in my pocket.
“Jessica Lincoln, I presume,” I said softly.
I caressed her face. Not quite forty, I guessed, and young-looking even so. At first glance, she didn’t have the spectacular beauty that I usually liked. But she had smooth, unblemished skin and a fresh vitality that gave her an uncommon sort of attractiveness. Lush lips implied oral ability and I felt my dick hardening. Slim but broad shoulders. Long, strong arms.
I unbuttoned her pajama top and flipped both halves aside. Her succulent breasts met my touch. The full, heavy orbs were ripe with her milk, ready for the plundering. My questing fingers slipped under her bottoms. She was bare beneath and… bare there, too! No pubic hair at all!
A sweet surprise. This was one who enjoyed sex, then. I would give her her fill of it.
I imagined giving it to her, hot and heavy, thrusting my cock inside, as I fucked her against the wall of my Chamber. And after, I would hang her up by the neck, enjoy her strangling as she watched me take her lovely daughter…
Suddenly, I heard footsteps and a voice from the door.
A slim figure was standing there, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Her shapely breasts were bare; she wore only a pair of red panties.
Not the daughter, my mind registered. Who? How?
The woman’s eyes opened and she focused on me. She opened her mouth to scream or speak, and…
My kick caught her in the belly, threw her back to the floor, gasping. I hurried to her and caught her by the throat. Heaved her to her feet and pushed her against the wall. I stared into her face.
She was a dark-haired woman in her thirties with eyes the color of sapphire.
I squeezed her throat. She struggled with me, managing to take only little gasps of breath, not enough to fuel the full-throated scream she wanted to utter. She brought her knee up, and I blocked it with my leg. Her hands were around my wrist, trying to break my hold on her throat.
I stuck my hand into my jacket pocket.
One-handed, it was difficult to restrain her. But, I managed to hold on to her as I retrieved the spray from my pocket. I sprayed the aerosol right into her face and she sucked it in, in short gasps.
I felt her strength fade and she went limp in my hands. I lowered her gently to the carpet. I triggered another spray right into her face just to be sure she received a full dose.
Who the hell was this?
A brilliant move, I told myself. Not checking the last room. Only a novice would make such as stupid mistake. I shrugged it off. I had handled it.
I looked down at the woman. A house-guest, then. You can plan for all contingencies and still be taken by surprise. Grabbing the woman by the hair, I pulled her to cock-level. A hot house-guest, too.
Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my engorged cock. The woman’s head hung from my fist, lips hanging slack. It was such an erotic sight; I just had to try her out.
I put my cock on her warm lips, placed the head between them. I looked down at the nameless woman’s face and slowly pushed my large cock inside. Inch by inch, it disappeared down the woman’s throat until it vanished completely. The brunette’s unconscious lips were tight around the base of my manhood and I pulled out, already on the edge. I knew that I had to stop. One drop of semen on the carpet and forensics would go nuts.
I zipped myself up. I promised myself that I would have her like this later.
I placed her on the bed beside the mother.
Time to find my way out of this place. I turned my flashlight on. I checked the rest of the house, just in case, but found no one else. Keys. I needed keys. I had arrived here on foot, trusting to my victims to provide my escape, at least as far as the car I had stashed at a transfer location away from prying eyes. I found a set in the living room and another in a purse in the spare room. I took both. I paused for a minute to rifle through the purse. I found a cell phone, a wallet, some makeup and a bag of fine white powder.
I flipped open the wallet and looked at the driver’s license.
Madison Wade. Black hair. Blue eyes. Thirty-seven years old. Five-foot-eight. One hundred and thirty pounds. San Francisco, California.
“A long way from home, Madison.”
I took the wallet.
Quickly, I set the cocaine up to make it look as if Madison had been using it. With any luck, the police would believe that the missing women were related to the drugs. Perhaps a woman on the run from a vengeful gang?
It was worth a try just to throw them off for a few hours or days.
Out in the garage were two cars: Madison’s and Jessica’s. I unlocked the first one. It was Jessica’s car. On the passenger’s seat was her purse. It, too, was quickly searched. A laptop was sitting beside it. I took the wallet, the computer and the garage door control that I found inside and locked it back up.
The next was Madison’s. I threw the loot on the passenger’s seat and popped the trunk.
Madison went into the trunk, first, after being bound and gagged. I placed Abigail in, after her, also restrained.
My last trip was to Jessica’s room. I bound her wrists, elbows and ankles. Before I left, I did a quick search of the bedroom.
A sparkling necklace of diamonds and rubies lay on her dresser. Unable to resist the temptation, I slipped it into my pocket. Perhaps she would consent to wearing it for me, sometime.
Or not. Either way, it would look great around her neck as I fucked her face.
I picked her up and took her to the garage. Three made a tight fit in the trunk, but I squeezed her in. You would be surprised how many bodies you can fit into a trunk when you have to.
I opened the garage door and backed out. Another click and it closed. I casually drove away from the house, never to return.Chapter Three – I Wish They All Could Be California (Snuff-) Girls
I arrived at the transfer point without complications, precisely thirty-two minutes later. I pulled up beside the vehicle I had stashed there: a non-descript brown sedan.
No one was around.
I popped Madison’s trunk and unlocked the sedan’s. I quickly transferred the girls and closed both trunks. I grabbed the stuff from the passenger seat and threw it in the sedan. I left the keys in Madison’s car and, after a quick once-over to see if I’d forgotten anything, I drove off into the darkness.
On to my house.
It was situated by itself, on a plot of land I had purchased after my stint in the agency. Few people ever came out this far. I had a post office box for official correspondence. I had no relatives to drop by unannounced. Signs were posted all around. They kept some people away. Most people.
I drove up the long driveway. Stopped at the garage, opened the door with my code. I drove inside and parked. Retrieved my house key from the hiding place and closed the garage door, as I entered.
I walked through the house and stepped up to the antique mirror. I stared at my reflection for a second. Then, I opened the secret door and walked down the stairs to my Chamber. I unlocked the door to the Chamber, flipped on the lights.
Hannah hung suspended from a hook in the center of the room. She now wore a golden mask that almost matched her blonde hair. The mask covered nearly all of her face, excepting only her jaw, so that I could gag her, either with a rag or my cock.
She was asleep or faking. Who knew or cared which.
After dumping the loot on a table, I unlocked three cell-doors.
Back in the garage, I opened the trunk. Three sleeping women lay in a tangle of limbs. Jessica, the mother, was coming around. I took her first.
She went into the first cell. I stripped her pajama top off, but left her with her bottoms. The bonds I cut. I slammed the cell door on her and locked it. When she woke, she could watch what I was doing through the small window in the door.
I’m sure she would find it interesting.
The daughter was second. I scooped her slender form up in my arms and took her downstairs.
I could hear moaning from Jessica’s cell. It seemed mommy was awake.
I slit Abigail’s bonds and cuffed her. Hung her up from a hook on the overhead track. I left her in her tee-shirt and panties.
Madison was last. She would probably be sleeping for a while. I had hit her with a double dose of anesthetic.
I closed the trunk, turned off the lights and locked the house door.
I carried the toned brunette downstairs. I removed her bonds, cuffed her and hung her up beside Abigail. Grabbing the track control, I lowered her until her face was at crotch-level.
“Who are you?” The voice came from the window in the second cell-door.
“Hello, mommy,” I said.
“Who are you? What am I doing here?”
I looked inside, saw Jessica struggling. Her tits jumped as she did; an arousing sight, to be sure.
“My name is unimportant,” I replied. “It’s enough for you to know that I am in control of you, your destiny and your daughter. Your lives are in my hands. If it helps, you can call me master.”
I walked back, ignoring the questioning cry.
I emptied my pockets and laid the contents beside the loot I had gathered at Jessica’s home. I stripped off my clothing and stuffed them in a bag for later burning. All of them, shoes included.
I stepped up to the hanging woman and girl.
Madison first. I lifted her head and plunged my cock into her limp mouth. The delightful wetness of her tongue caressed my cock, as I fucked in and out. I adjusted my grip on the head, placed my thumbs over the eyes and pressed down softly.
There was nothing better than a woman’s head my hands. Feeling her hair, her eyes, her lips and throat. So soft and so vulnerable. A quick twist of my hands and she would never wake, a thrust of my thumbs and she would see nothing ever again.
I emptied a load into her mouth. My spunk dripped out the corners of her lips and I grabbed some of it, rubbed it on her face. Another trickle oozed out and I caught a glob on my fingers.
To the side, Abigail was waking.
I pressed my fingers to her lips, giving the brown-haired girl the first taste of my seed. She woke up licking my semen from my fingers. Her eyes blinked open and met mine. The beautiful brown irises had an intoxicating innocence to them, tinged with confusion. For a moment, she was sucking the come from my fingertips. Then she realized something was wrong and pulled away.
I tore the tee-shirt from her chest, revealing her fine breasts.
She screeched like a whipped cat.
I slapped my hand over her mouth. “Shhh!” I tried to soothe her. “You’re making your mother afraid, girl.” I petted her long brown hair. It was such a lovely shade of chestnut. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re with me, now. What happens will happen. There’s nothing you can do. Do you understand?”
I released her mouth.
“Who are you? What are you doing? What do you want with us?” the girl asked, voice cracking. Her lip quivered.
“How wonderfully childlike,” I said. “Who I am hardly matters. What I’m doing should be obvious, even to you. I want your attentions, girl. That’s all. The attentions of a woman. I know that you know how. You’d be a natural. I just know you would.”
“No…” she said, weakly.
“If you don’t, I’ll do something to your mother. Something unpleasant. Do you want to know what I’ll do?”
I leaned forward and whispered it to her. I watched as the girl’s face went white. “Do you agree to do what I want?” I asked.
Abigail nodded.
“Good girl,” I said, as I smiled. I snatched up the track control, pressed the button to lower her to cock-level. “Pleasure me, girl,” I ordered.
“How, sir?” she asked, innocent eyes on me.
How! What a thrilling girl!
“You must know,” I said. “You must have heard some stories from your girlfriends, right? How to please a boy when you are with him. Surely you have some idea how to suck a cock.”
She blushed and looked at me, helplessly.
I smiled. This girl was a treasure.
“Alright,” I said, smiling. “First, you pucker up your lips, like you’re going to give it a kiss.”
Her blank look caused me to go on.
“Like this,” I said and mimed a kiss. I watched as she tried, very sweetly, to copy the technique.
“Good. Then, put your lips on the head of the cock. On the very tip,” I explained.
I felt the sensation, as she did exactly what I described, pursing her sweet young lips over the head of my engorged cock.
“Now, push slowly until the head pops into your mouth.”
There was a soft pressure and, then, a warm wetness.
“Ah… excellent,” I sighed. “Now, run your tongue around the head, in circular motions. Slide it around softly. Feel the texture of the cock; feel the soft flesh of the head. Lick through all the cracks and creases. Lick the slit at the very tip. Now, lick up and down with the tip of your tongue.”
Her pleasuring lips followed my instructions.
She stopped and pulled away. “There’s something sticky,” she said.
“It’s supposed to be. It won’t hurt you. You might even find the taste pleasurable. Try again. Purse your lips on the head, then push forward and let the cock part your lips.”
Again, Abby did as instructed. The head of my cock popped into her mouth.
“Excellent, girl!” I praised her. “Now, I want you to take it a little deeper. Push your lips down and let the cock slide over your tongue. Take as much of the rod as you can. Just go slowly. If it gets too big, just stop and give yourself a moment to adjust. Understand?”
She nodded with the head of my cock in her mouth.
“Ready? Go.”
Slowly, she slid down on me. I felt the teenage girl’s lips explore every inch of my meat, lips and tongue moving as she worked half of my cock into her glorious, youthful mouth. The head of my cock bumped against the entrance to her throat and she stopped, her lips locked around the middle of my cock. She pulled back and slid off of me.
“It’s sticky again,” she said.
“It won’t hurt you, Abby. Take a lick.”
I watched as the girl did just that. Felt the soft tickling of her tongue on the tip of my cock, as she licked off the pre-come.
“What do you think?” I asked.
The girl shrugged diffidently.
“You like it?” I pressed.
“I guess so,” she said, finally.
“Well, right now,” I said. “I want you to try to get my cock all the way inside you.”
“I already tried,” Abby said. “I can’t get more than half of it inside. The rest just won’t fit. Where will it go?”
“Down your throat, girl.”
Her jaw dropped. “I can’t,” she said as she shook her head.
I rubbed her hair. “You can and you will, girl.”
She shook her head. “No way,” she said. “It will suffocate me.”
“That’s the general idea, girl.”
Abigail looked away, defiantly.
What was with me and defiant girls these days? Still, she was arousing. And it was always a blast to persuade a young girl to obey.
“Very well,” I said and turned to Madison.
I retrieved my leather belt. I used the track control to raise the older woman until she was standing. She was just waking, eyes barely opened, when I slipped my belt about her neck and pulled it back. I thrust my cock into her from behind, rammed it in to the hilt.
She was awake, now, that was for sure.
Pounding her cunt from behind, I was pleased to find that her peril induced an extremely tight experience. I pulled harder on the belt and heard her neck begin to creak.
“Stop!” Abby screamed. “You’re killing her!”
“Not quite, girl,” I said, as I pounded my cock deep into Madison’s pussy. My hands tightened on the belt. “Whatever happens to her is your fault, not mine. You’re making the decisions, here. Should I strangle her? Snap her neck? Would you enjoy that? I bet you would. I bet you are wet in anticipation, already.”
“Stop!” Abby screamed, again.
I ignored her protestations as I fucked the brunette’s pussy savagely then pulled hard on the leather belt as I came. Her head was wrenched back; her tits thrust outward and her eyes bulging. She choked, retched and passed out from lack of oxygen. I expected to hear the snap of her vertebrae and to feel the barbaric thrill of taking her life. But she was strong and resilient; my belt left only heavy bruising on her neck.
I released her and stepped up to Abby.
“You’re lucky,” I said. “She’s strong. Most women wouldn’t survive that kind of abuse.”
I thrust my cock out at the girl and she stared at it like it was a poisoned snake.
“Clean me up, now,” I ordered. “Bathe my cock in your warm saliva and suck my jizz down your throat, girl.”
She hesitated, unable to look at me.
“Do it now, girl,” I said, my voice icy. “Do it or I will bring your mother out here and snuff her before your eyes.”
I watched the girl sob as she sucked the come from my shaft.
“You’re a horrible man,” she said with my come on her lips. “I hope you die.”
“Is that so?” I asked. “Have you ever seen someone die?”
I stood and walked to Madison. I rubbed my cock between her butt-cheeks. I grabbed the belt still hanging around her neck.
Slowly, I entered her.
Then, I pulled hard on the belt. Her neck snapped with an audible crack and hung at an unnatural angle.
I smiled at the raging thrill running through me. I had ended a woman’s life for nothing more than a demonstration. Unable to contain myself, I fucked her again while Abby watched.Chapter Four – Tales of the Golden Mask
I entered Jessica Lincoln’s cell. The brunette mother lay on her cot, face and body turned away from me. She trembled at my approach, breasts shaking with silent crying as she stifled her sobs.
“It’s your time, sweet Jess,” I said.
“You’re going to kill me,” she said to the wall. She turned to me, suddenly.
I nodded; a smirk was on my lips.
“Oh, my god,” she moaned. “Don’t do it. Please. I beg you. If you do, then my baby will be all alone. Please.”
“Not for long,” I said, cruelly. “I’ll be sure to send her to meet you soon.”
With a howling cry, the dark-haired woman leaped up and charged at me. A single slap sent her sprawling to the floor, breasts bouncing as she fell heavily.
I grabbed her by her black hair and pulled her to her knees. Her tits wobbled back and forth and I had visions of titty-fucking her, my hands wrapped around her vulnerable neck, choking the life from her as I came all over her chest.
“There is another option, cunt,” I hissed.
She looked at me with sudden hope. Just a glimmer, but it was there.
“Anything,” she promised.
“Hannah…” I whispered. “I want to take her and make her mine, forever. Help me with her and you and your daughter can go free.”
“Help?” she croaked. “What are you saying?”
I kissed her lips and drank my pleasure in. I whispered to her, softly. “I want to take her life, together. With you.”
Her face was filled with shock. She shook her head. “Please, don’t, I can’t…”
I threw her to the floor and kicked her in the ribs. “It’s not a request, cunt! It’s a fucking order! If you don’t do her with me, then you and your daughter will join her in hell!”
She coughed, cried out. She said something I didn’t catch.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ll do it,” the brunette said. “I’ll do anything, please! To save my daughter. But you have to promise me that you will keep your word!”
I grabbed her hair, dragged her to her feet, slammed her against the door. I squeezed her neck, hard.
“Promise me or you don’t get your fun…” she gasped out.
She was giving me an ultimatum? I couldn’t believe the fucking bitch. I would kill her right here.
Slowly, ever so slowly, my rage cooled. “Alright. I promise. But you have to willingly participate. And you have to do it. You must be the one to take her life. A life for a life, as they say.”
“I will,” Jessica said, “for my daughter.”
I looked into her eyes. I believed her.
I opened the door and pulled the brunette outside.
Jessica stepped up to her daughter’s door and looked inside. The brown-haired girl was sleeping, face turned to the wall. She shivered, either from the cool or from the nightmares.
“Let me speak to her,” she demanded.
“After,” I said.
I pulled Jessica towards the ring of chairs, to stand solemnly before the young blonde-haired girl. Hannah was chained to one, gagged but with her mask still on. I wanted her to wear it, even in death.
“Hannah, baby,” I cooed into her blonde hair. “It’s finally time to join your mother.”
I saw Jessica cringe, as if I had slapped her.
Hannah struggled against her restraints.
My fingers went behind Hannah’s hair and I tilted her head back to look up. Her brilliant green eyes shone up at us.
I seated myself in my Master’s Chair.
I threw Jessica a key. “Bring her to me, dear.”
Jess looked at it, then at the girl and then finally at me. I could almost hear the thoughts rolling through her pretty head. Defy me and face torture and death with her daughter? Or stain her soul with an unpardonable sin for the hope of release from this hell?
Slowly, she unlocked the girl.
“Leave the cuffs, baby,” I said. “And bring her to me. Drag her here by her sweet blonde hair.”
Jessica dragged the girl to her feet, the fresh blonde locks clinched between her fingers, and pulled her over to me.
“Kneel her before me,” I ordered. “Offer her to me.”
Hannah shook her head, looked to Jess. I smacked her hard, a strong blow that snapped her head to the side.
“Unbuckle my pants,” I ordered Jessica. “Remove me.”
She manipulated my zipper. Her slender fingers pulled my cock out. She cradled it in her warm hand.
I looked at her. I flicked a lock of black hair away from her face. I searched her eyes for any hint of suspicion. Partially shed tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, as she did her best to control herself.
“Blow me,” I ordered.
She went down on me, taking me halfway inside with the first slurp.
Heaven, I thought, absolute heaven. Her second embrace took me nearly all the way inside her. She pulled back and spit dripped from her red lips in a long line that connected to my cock. Again, she went down and my hips met her, my cock thrust up until she was all the way on me. I felt a choke and a gag and I held her to me by the back of her head.
I released and she pulled off. Spit slid down to wet my pants and drip on her tits.
“Do you like this, baby?” I asked, my voice tight. “Does it get you hot? Does it get you off? Tell me you like this.”
Jessica swallowed. Her nearly-shed tears seemed about to fall.
“Tell me you like this,” I ordered. “Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you want to give Hannah to me. Her life, her soul. Everything. Tell me that you want to sacrifice her to her lord and master.”
“Oh, god,” Jessica nearly cried. “Yes… I want this. I love it and I want to give this girl to you, master.”
“Mount her upon me,” I said. “And get behind her, squeeze her tits.”
I relished the feeling of the girl as she was forced upon my cock. She rode me for long minutes, her young body bouncing up and down on my quivering rod. She sobbed, tried to cry out through the ball gag. Our pace quickened and Jessica forced her down on me, as I thrust upwards.
I came spewing into the girl’s womb.
She slowed to a stop and I backhanded her, sending her flying from my cock.
I looked at Jessica. “On your knees and blow me, cunt,” I demanded.
Obediently, she dropped to her knees and took my softening cock in between her succulent lips.
“Suck my jizz down, bitch!” I ordered.
I pushed her down and choked her on my cock until I was hard again.
“Are you ready, cunt?” I asked her. “We’re going to do it now. You’re going to do it. You will commit the ultimate sin, the final taboo. It’s time. Do everything I tell you to do or your daughter will die. Do you understand?”
She nodded, tears finally falling.
“Give her to me,” I said.
Jess pulled Hannah to her knees and over to me.
I punched Hannah hard in the jaw, stunning her. I quickly removed the ball gag and fixed a ring-gag about her head and mouth.
She gasped and tried to speak. I punched her again.
Jess raised a hand to her mouth, appalled, tears flowing freely.
“Put her face on my cock and fuck her until she dies.”
Jessica tried not to look into Hannah’s green eyes, as she placed the girl’s head over my cock and pushed it down.
For long minutes of luxurious domination, Jess savagely throated the girl upon me. She followed all my orders. She slid the blonde’s head up and down on my cock. She pushed Hannah’s head down, holding her upon me, violently squeezing the throat until the suffering girl gagged and nearly vomited. Jess pulled Hannah’s head up. A river of spit slid out from the open O of her mouth and she coughed. She gasped and turned her head towards Jess, struggled to make coherent sounds.
I smacked Hannah, hard.
“Slide her back down!” I yelled. “Skullfuck her on my cock!”
Jess complied, thrusting the tortured girl on my relentless cock.
“Hit her,” I said.
“What?” the brunette asked, aghast.
“Hit her in the back of the head,” I ordered. “Now!”
Jess struck and I felt the blow through the girl’s skull, luxuriated in the ripples of pleasure running down my cock. “Again,” I said, and I felt the pleasure of the blow. “Again!” I ordered, and felt a third rush.
I was so ready. I was so close to coming.
Jess pulled the girl up again. Spit dripped from Heather’s lips: spit and blood. I caught some of it, smeared it on Jess’s face.
“Finish her, you stupid cunt,” I said to Jess. She really was a stupid cunt.
“Hold her down. Murder her on my dick.”
“Ahhh,” the girl began, but was cut off, as Jess thrust her head back onto my cock, pushed her, oh so deep, and held her.
I looked at Jess. “Taunt her, cunt. Tell her why you’re killing her.”
She hesitated, then…
“How does it feel, to know you’re dying?” Jess began, her pretty voice small and cracking, but growing until she was hissing.
“It’s unfair, I know. But you have to die so that my daughter and I may live. You’re nothing, anyway. A slut that I know nothing about. Your mother was probably just a whore. You’re a nothing. A stupid piece of shit that doesn’t matter anyway. Just go the fuck away! Just die. Just fucking die!”
The girl struggled, blood and spit sliding between her lips, trickling down my balls to puddle on the floor between my legs. She tried to scream, her choked protestations reverberating through my cock and bringing me to climax. My come spewed out into her lungs, as the girl shuttered and passed out.
“Hold her, finish her…” I ordered Jess.
Tears ran down the brunette’s cheeks, as she held the blonde head down on my cock. Long minutes passed. She looked at me, crying, wondering when I would let up. Her grip slackened, but I quickly grabbed the back of the blonde head and held it like a vice. “Not until she’s gone,” I moaned.
Jess let go, sat back on her legs. She rubbed at her tears. She sniffled.
“Push her down,” I said.
“Ssshe’s dead…” Jess whined, tears falling.
“Hold her down, now!” I ordered. I watched as Jessica complied, pressing her hands to the back of the girl’s head. I felt at the girl’s neck for a pulse. Nothing. She was truly gone. My cock twitched and I came again. The white fluid shot up into the corpse’s mouth and oozed out between its lips.
I stood and the girl slid from my cock. She dropped to the floor in a puddle of spit, blood and come. Her face mask was broken, the strap snapped in half. It only partially concealed her face. A dark brown eye stared out at me. Jess avoided looking at the girl.
I pulled Jess to me and kissed her.
She pushed me away with sudden strength.
“You sick, perverted fuck!” she screamed in full-throated hate. “I did it for you… I did it for you! Now, let my daughter and I go! No one will ever know. We’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to forget about you!”
I smirked at her.
“Why are you smiling like that?” she demanded.
“You mean you didn’t know?” I asked, surprised. “Oh darling, sweet Abigail was here, but now she’s gone…”
I watched Jessica as she turned white as a sheet. Her mouth hung open and for several long moments, she could say nothing; her blood running cold.
Slowly, Jessica turned to Hannah’s body. The dead brown eye stared at her, accusingly. The mask just covered the face.
Tentatively, her fingers reached out. She pulled the broken mask away and stared into Abigail’s face. One eye was still green, the other it’s natural brown.
“The hair was a problem, getting the length and shade just right, but the contacts worked like a charm! The plan was so simplistic. I couldn’t believe that you bought it. I can’t believe you didn’t know. Hannah was no problem, either. A nice brown wig and a little something to make her sleep for a while. You never noticed that she wasn’t your daughter. Their ages and body types were so very close, you didn’t know your own daughter even when you were touching her, taunting her and snuffing her on my cock!”
It was just too rich. I couldn’t help myself. I tossed my head back and laughed.
Jessica screamed, a sound torn from the inner depths of her damned soul. She threw herself at me, clawing at my eyes.
I punched her in the face, grabbed her by the throat. “You really are a stupid cunt,” I said.
I threw her to the floor and raped her beside her daughter’s corpse.
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