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One Night in Arkham

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

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Unnamed – Act 1, Scene 1

This was actually the first story I wrote for “Zoe”; she wanted to know more exactly what I was into. I tried to brutal it up to her expectations. Sadly, large parts of this story are missing; I’ll try to fill them in from memory.

Iribis, a Demon Unbound

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

Girl… Interrupted

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

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Under his desk (Ch 2)

(this is the second chapter) The first-hand account of a young asian PA who takes matters into her own mouth with her boss and gets more than she bargained for

Peter Parker in a world of Dc and Marvel sluts.

Our favorite superhero is thrown into a world where every female he has or has never known in the case of the dc gals, is a total skank and prostitute for cock. With all these curvaceous, fertile supersluts around, what’s a spider to do?

A Secret Admirer

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

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