Bondage and restriction

Fantasm

Sex Restriction

He stood there, licking his lips knowing that this whore was his. He took his hand high up and pow! Her ass was beet red. He loved the fact that she was dripping wet on his lap.
“Please, Master stop. It hurts.” She begged him, tears falling down her cheeks. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m a dirty whore. Please just stop.” She kept repeating it all over and over again.
He smiled. He loved to see her writhe on his lap. She disobeyed him and now it’s time for her punishment.
“Oh little girl, you broke the rules. I can’t just let you off so easily. Now let your punishment continue or I’ll double it. You know we still aren’t done.” He slapped her left cheek hard, she grunted and groaned.
She tried to hold her tears back in but they just kept flowing. Her punishment was only beginning and she was dreading it.
“Now let’s see how many rules did you break?” He asked as he rubbed her sore ass cheeks. SLAP! “You wore underwear today. That’s one,” SLAP! “
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, Master.”
“ Shh. I don’t want to hear your excuses, whore. You came to me five minutes late.” SLAP! “ You haven’t been going to class,” SLAP! “You’ve been partying too much,” SLAP! “You let a guy fuck you and you didn’t let him pay you like I told you.” SLAP!
“Master I’m sorry. I know I’ve been bad. Thank you for the punishment.” She knew she couldn’t do anything to change his mind.
She loved being punished by her master.
He rubbed her ass cheeks again. He felt her wetness on his finger. Plop! He pushed it inside her and she moaned.
“Now another one? Oh little girl, you’re being very naughty. Master is quite displeased with you.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He eventually got into a rhythm where he’d finger her until she was about to cum and slap her ass cheeks ten times.
“Now does my little slut like this?” He asked with lustful eyes over his prize.
“Yes, Master I do. So very, very much.” she moaned.
“Well then this won’t do. Get off of me, slut. Sit on the floor like a good pet. I want your ass touching the floor.” He wanted to see her suffer for a bit. He liked how she still has so much spirit. He wanted to break it so very badly.
She did as she was told. He legs weak from the pain and she slowly put her ass against the floor slowly but he pushed her. She screamed as she felt the cold floor on her ass. She looked at her Master with pleading eyes but just sat up and sat there. She wanted him.
“Slave, who owns you?” he asked in his most domineering voice.
“You do Master. You own me. Thank you for owning me, Master.”
“Yes, I do. Now why do you keep breaking the rules, slave?”
“Because I’m a worthless slut that likes to break the rules.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit answer, you fucking whore. You know it’s because you’re a whore and you like being punished. Don’t you bitch?” His face was right in front of hers. His face was red and he had his hand around her throat. She couldn’t help but look down. She knew to never look at her Master right at his eyes.
“Yes, Master. I’m a whore and I like being punished. Thank you, Master.” She had trouble saying it but he loosened his grip on her neck.
He re-griped her neck tighter and threw her on the floor. She cried and cried at how easily her Master was throwing her. He looked at her with such lust. He just wanted to fuck her but he knew that she had to learn her lesson.
NEVER DISOBEY YOUR MASTER!
“So did you learn your lesson yet, little girl?” He asked her in a hushed tone.
“Yes, Master. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never disobey you again.” She said as she got onto her knees with her head down.
He dragged her outside where everyone could see her naked body. Her 32C cups dangling in the air. Her well curved body ready for the ravenous eyes of strangers.
“Whore, do you like it when people watch you get fucked?” He whispered into her ear as he licked it.
As she was about to answer, he bit her ear. He bit her hard. Then kissed and licked her neck.
“Answer me, you fucking whore!” He bit her harder, drawing a bit of blood.
She loved it when her Master bit her. It sent thrills all over her body. She bit her lips and tried to say no but the words wouldn’t come out. She wanted to cum.
So…very…very…badly.
“No, Master.”
“Well slave this isn’t for your enjoyment. It’s mine. Get on your fucking knees and spread them cheeks wide. You’re going to get fucked hard and everyone will know you are nothing but a dirty whore.” He barked his order at her.
She did as she was told. The ground touching her. She felt dirty. She is dirty. A dirty slut. She wondered what hole her Master would use today. She opened both holes wide open for him.
He looked at her from behind and loved the sight. Her ass spread open for him to use whenever he wanted. He had the good life.
SLAP!
“Are you going to disobey me again, whore?”
“No, Master.” She meekly said.
He put a finger in her asshole. God it was nice and tight. He wiggled it in there. Another one came in. Then another intruder. And another. He almost had his hole hand in her asshole. Spit made the best lube of all. It was always there when you needed it.
He started fisting that ass. She moaned and groaned at the pain. Crying won’t help her. It would only draw attention. She tried to be quiet enough so the neighborhood won’t hear her.
“What are you?”
“I’m a filthy anal slut, Master.” She said very quietly.
“I can’t hear you. Maybe you should yell it out.” He said as he went faster.
With his other hand he inserted a finger in her wet cunt. It went in so easily. He slipped his whole hand in so much faster.
The double fisting has begun.
“Whore! Fucking answer me!” He fisted her harder and faster.
“I’M A FILTHY ANAL SLUT, MASTER!!!” She screamed.
She saw a neighbor look out their window. It was Mrs. Humphrey, the neighborhood gossip. Everyone will know what she’s done.
She was close. She just wanted to burst. Holding it wasn’t an option.
“Master, may I please cum?” She asked as sweetly as she could.
“Oh, so my whore likes being fisted outside? My word! You are such a dirty slut!” He took his hands out of her used holes.
“Suck my cock slave. NOW!” He yelled.
She immediately went for his hard cock. Hoping that if she did a good job, he’d let her cum.
She went slowly at first, slightly grazing her teeth on the head, oh so gently. She knew her Master loved that. She flicked her tongue at the hole then took the whole thing down her mouth. She gagged yet again. She still couldn’t deep throat her Master. She needed to practice. She kept trying until it felt easier.
Breath through your nose.
She bobbed her head up and down. She used her succulent lips on his cock. She played with his balls and licked them. She sucked on them very gently as her hands pleased his cock.
She loved sucking his cock. This was her favorite part of every session.
She kept at it like her life depended on it. She wanted to please her Master.
He slapped her face with his left hand then his right. He left hand prints of her face. He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. He spat at her face.
“Open your mouth. Take my cum. I want it in your mouth for the next five minutes.”
He came onto her tongue and wave after wave it kept on going. She knew not to miss a drop. She swallowed his cock into her mouth before a drop was lost. She loved the taste of her Master. He always tasted sweet and never bitter.
She reminded herself to eat more sweet fruits.
She kneeled outside as he cleaned himself up.
She heard people pass by and people call out to her. There were even some teenaged boys oogling her. She heard one of them say, “She looks fuckin’ hot, bro. I’d love to eat that pussy.”
Those comment went on.
Mothers passed by with their children and called her a harlot, a slut…well you get the drift.
Her Master saw the people come and go. He let her stay like that for fifteen minutes.
He took her things and put it in a bag. He opened his door and dropped the bag on the floor.
“Show me what’s inside your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and his cum was still there. He patted her head.
“Good slut. Now swallow it for Master. You took your punishment well today. Are you going to be a bad girl again?” He asked her sweetly.
“No, Master. Thank you for the punishment, Master.” She said happily.
He kissed her on the lips and held her close to his body. His hand wondered to her ass and begun to rub the soreness away.
“Get dressed.”
She grabbed the bag and went inside. She took her shorts and tank top out. She was about to put them on but she felt the stinging pain on her bum.
Bruises began to appear on her ass and various places. He left his mark well.
He told her to lay on his lap. He grabbed ointment and began rubbing her ass. He rubbed each and bit of her sore body. He began to play with her clit.
She moaned and thanked her Master for playing with her.
“Get on the couch. I’m hungry.”
She opened her legs wide for her Master. She was excited. She did a good job and her Master was giving her a reward.
He traced her lips and began to lick her little clit. The juices were flowing. She wanted to cum and he knew it wouldn’t take long. He took his time. He’d lick at one spot, kiss at another, finger her but it all was very slowly.
She wanted to yell. She wanted to push his head down her aching pussy. She wanted to cum.
He laughed at her reactions every time he pulled away. Her eyes like a lost puppy. He couldn’t hold back. He ravaged that tight cunt of hers. Licking and sucking. Biting and slapping.
Her legs all wobbly from moving around. She couldn’t even feel the pain on her ass anymore. She wanted to cum in his mouth. She was wanted to taste her pussy on his lips.
He eagerly ate her pussy. Teasing her and pleasing her until she was at the point of no return.
“Master, may I cum?”
He looked at her and nodded his head. He ate her out with his talented tongue. His expert mouth knew her weak spots. He knew she won’t be able to last long.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She screamed and started to jerk her body. Her breathing was ragged, her toes curled, back arched. Her orgasm took her fully.
He smiled at his creation.
“Thank you so much, Master!” She said with the biggest smile on her face.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that. Now get dressed.”
“Yes, Master.” She took her clothes and eagerly put them on.
He looked at her getting dressed and missed her naked flesh. His marks stayed hidden but how he wished to show people his property. This slut was his.
She finished getting dressed and took her bag. She was near the door when her Master came to her.
He kissed her lips and said his final threat.
“You can’t cum for the next week, filthy whore. If I find out you break another one of my rules…things will get worse for you.”
“Yes, Mas–.”
He shut the door before she could even finish. She stood there.
“I love you.” She whispered.

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Fantasm

Forced Lust: Blinded (Part 1)

She screamed and sobbed for a moment before he threw her head down and gripped her hips with both hands, her body exhausted and weak he shoved her ass back down into his cock, groaning and moaning evilly as he rammed his cock inside her like a jackhammer until he was fully pleased.

Fantasm

Kidnapped, tortured and raped (1)

His laughter rang throughout the dimly lit room in a menacing, villianous tone. He stood at the side of a bed, wearing nothing but a twisted smile on his face, belt in hand. The bed was filthy. Dried blood stains, cum stains, piss and dirt covered the linens. It had been well used, for purposes that most never even dreamed of. The sickest nightmares couldn’t compare to this man’s reality. “Wake up, little girl,” he cooed, nudging the sleeping figure on the bed with a large, calloused hand. She had long, black hair that went down to the small of her back and tanned skin. She was short for her age; being 18 and 5’2. As she began to awaken, the man slipped back into the shadows, waiting for his little victim to begin panicking. This was his favorite part.
The girl’s eyes fluttered open with a soft groan and almost immediately, she was aware of the dull ache in her skull. It felt as though someone had hit her with a bat. She opened her eyes wider and gasped, trying to process her surroundings. Her eyes ran across the room in a panic. She couldn’t make out much. The room was shrouded mostly in darkness. She attempted to sit up and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope to the bed. Her legs were spread wide and to her horror, she was completely naked. “What the fuck? Where the hell am I? HELLO? Is there anybody there?!” she screamed. “HELP!” Little did she know, she was far from civilization and nobody was coming to her rescue. She was all alone, save for the man in the room. Her cries for help fell on deaf ears, succeeding only in hardening the cock of her capturer. He licked his lips, waiting for her tears. He loved it when his victims began crying. They looked so helpless. So beautifully helpless.
It wasn’t long until she began crying. “P-please, somebody, help me!” she yelled, twisting and thrashing in the ropes. All she managed to do was injure her wrists and ankles. The ropes held taught; she hadn’t even gotten them to loosen.
Her crying quieted down when she heard a thick, deep voice. “Hello, Alyssa,” the voice said. Immediately, the girl tensed. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned to the corner of the room where she thought the voice was coming from.
“Who’s there? How do you know my name?” she called out, focusing her eyes to try and see in the dark.
Slowly, footsteps inched toward her and the man revealed himself. “I’ve been watching you,” he said simply. The sight of his nakedness, the belt in his hand, and the scar that covered half his face made the small girl scream in terror. She began struggling in the ropes again, screaming over and over. He looked to be out of a horror movie. The left side of his face appeared melted. His left eye socket was also empty. The burnt flesh ended at the top of his mouth, allowing him to grin wolfishly, showing teeth. His face hinted at an age of 40 or older. As her eyes fell from his face to the belt, she also noticed the hard-on he was supporting. To say it was huge was an understatement.
“Now, now. Settle down, little girl… Or daddy will have to punish you,” the man said in a matter-of-fact tone. Alyssa was far too gone in her panic to listen. She continued her screaming, calling repeatedly for help. Irritated, the man lifted the belt to strike it down hard on the bed right beside her, shouting loudly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”
That did the trick. Alyssa froze, peering large, shocked eyes up at him. She whimpered, unable to stop the tears from coming. “I’ll do anything, don’t kill me please. I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to die,” she begged, crying. Her terrified eyes met his cold, dead ones. There was nothing there to bargain with. His sanity had left him. He had no conscience. There was only the urge to dominate, to destroy, to kill. Some part of Alyssa acknowledged that, but hope led her to believe that she might be able to convince him somehow to let her go. As if she could be so lucky.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lied. “Just listen to me and do what I say, and I’ll let you go.”
Alyssa nodded feverishly, hysteria rising up in her throat. “Anything, I’ll do anything you say! Just please, please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
The man smiled, settling himself down on the bed beside her. She flinched, her heart beating a mile in her chest. “My name is Alex, but you’re going to call me Master,” he said, reaching out to grip her jaw in a crushing grip. “Understand?”
The frightened girl nodded, stuttering a timid reply. “I-I understand.”
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“Why?”
“JUST OPEN IT!” he bellowed, his temper flaring. He hated having to repeat himself.
Quickly, Alyssa complied, parting her lips wide. Alex quickly pushed three fingers into her mouth and down her throat. Gagging, Alyssa attempted to jerk her head away. “Stay still,” he commanded, using his other hand to grip her hair painfully tightly to keep her head in place.
“If you bite me, I’m going to rip out your teeth one by one. If you throw up on me, I will gut you alive,” he stated in a hard tone, pulling out the three fingers now coated in saliva only to push them back down her throat. He built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into her throat again. She choked and gagged, thankful her stomach was empty.
When Alex was satisfied, he grinned and pet his cock, circling his large fingers around his thick member to coat it in the girl’s saliva. “This is going down your throat next.” Staring down at his enormous cock in horror, she shook her head and cried in dismay. Alex scowled, backhanded her cheek hard enough to bruise.
“This is when you thank me for letting your slutty mouth pleasure my cock. Say it, bitch.” Alex slapped her again, the loud smacking sound filling the room along with Alyssa’s sobbing.
“Thank y-you,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision.
“Wrong, bitch. Whenever you speak to me, you address me as Master.” Looking down at her, Alex was getting so aroused. She looked so helpless and worn down, as if the world had turned its back on her. Her tears made his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her into submission right there and then, but told himself that it would be sweeter with the wait.
Getting off the bed, he gripped the belt tightly in one hand, supporting another sick smile. “We’re going to play a game. Each time I hit you with this belt, you’re going to say ‘Thank you, Master.’ And if you fail to do so, that’s another scar that’s going to ruin your perfect skin.” He walked into the shadows and returned with a fairly large knife. It gleamed even in the dim light. “Get it?” he asked, leaning down to run the edge of the blade lightly against her cheek, cutting her just a little. A drop of blood welled up and trailed down her skin.
Eyes wide with fear, Alyssa cried and nodded. She was crying so much, she could barely reply. “Y-y-yes, Master.”
Alex straightened and curled the belt around his hand to get a good grip on it before lashing it down to meet the girl’s breasts, leaving a painful-looking red welt. She let out a loud scream, unable to get any words in between before he hit her again. “Two scars,” he said, lifting the belt to strike it down yet again.
“Thank you, Master!” she yelled out, which was met with another hit from his belt.
“Thank you, Master!” she said again, repeating those words until her torso was covered with angry, red welts. She was left sobbing and whimpering, squirming in pain as Alex sat down beside her.
“There, there,” he said, admiring his work. She was bleeding and bruised in various places.
“Now, for those scars…” Trailing off, he reached for his knife and pressed it just before her collar bone, cutting deep enough so that she was bleeding profusely. Lines of red dripped down her bare breasts. Alyssa cringed in pain, looking away from the knife in his hand. She had never handled gore very well. Unluckily for her, Alex moved the knife to her forehead, slicing through the skin just below her hairline. Head wounds bled a lot and soon, Alyssa had to close her eyelids not to let the blood from the cut get into her eyes. She wailed in pain, tugging on her hands and feet.
While Alyssa was trying to cope with the stinging pain of being cut so deep, Alex climbed onto the bed and stradled her chest. Sensing the movement and then the pressure of Alex’s body, Alyssa opened her eyes to find the man’s cock staring at her. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but the sound was muffled as Alex grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He thrust in deep, shoving all of his meat down her throat. He felt her throat muscles convulse and contract in panic and moaned in pleasure. Looking down, he saw her eyes watering and her lips fitted around his fat cock like a vice. “Whore,” he said, slapping her cheek and pulling out.
Alyssa gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering. “D-don’t!” she managed to say just before Alex pried her jaw open and thrust in again.
“You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, whore?!” he screamed down at her, pulling his cock out only to stuff it back into her mouth, giving her only a second to get a breath. He continued that fast, rough pace, fucking her throat as though it was her cunt. Alyssa’s chin dribbled with saliva and her face was covered in blood and tears. It hurt having her throat stretched so wide and Alyssa’s lungs burned, starving for air.
“You walk around, thinking all highly of yourself. I saw you turn that guy down yesterday. He was twice your size. Had he any brains, he would have cornered you in an alley and fucked your brains out while he slit your throat, whore. You think women have power? You think women can make any real choices? Well, you’re fucking wrong. Men let you think that. You inferior bunch of sluts are good for only one thing: sex. You agree, don’t you?” The way he spat those words while he throat-fucked Alyssa made it perfectly clear that Alex was misogynistic.
“Nod, bitch.” Pulling his cock out of Alyssa’s mouth, he took some of the saliva dripping from her chin and smeared it all over her face. She gasped for air and nodded obediently, grateful she could finally breath. The break didn’t last long before he stuffed his cock back into her mouth. Using her hair as a handle, he pushed her head forward and roughly pulled it back to repeat the process, bobbing her head on his cock. He continued doing this for another ten minutes before he sped up the pace, grinding her nose against him each time he pulled her head up to stuff her mouth with thick meat. His breath hitched and he pushed her head down and shoved himself all inside her, keeping himself there as he shuddered and pumped five loads of cum down her throat.
Alyssa began frantically struggling, her body jerking in the ropes as he came down her throat, blocking her airway and forcing her to swallow his sperm. He stayed there in her throat, choking her for a minute more. It wasn’t long before she passed out, the lack of oxygen causing her to fade into blackness. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed, suddenly limp. Alex only laughed, pulling his wet cock out of her mouth. He walked out of the room, grinning. He couldn’t wait until she woke up.
—
Half an hour later, Alyssa groaned and opened her eyes, thinking of the terrible dream she just had. As she took in her surroundings, she realized it was no dream. Alex was there in between her legs, his cock positioned to the entrance of her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream and noticed the aching pain in her throat. It hurt so much. That didn’t stop her from screaming however. Alex only laughed and slapped her hard, leaving a red mark. “Shut up, bitch.”
Before she could begin talking, Alex pushed himself against her, rock hard once more. The head of his thick, lengthy cock entered her tight pussy. She screamed in utter agony, feeling the hole of her cunt stretch wide to accomodate his girth. As a result of the brutality, it tore in two places, bleeding. He hadn’t used any lubricant and she was completely dry from being so terrified. He wasn’t thinking of her pleasure in the least. Alyssa clawed at the bed, gasping and screaming.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE STOP!” she screamed, fresh tears in her eyes.
Alex responded by pushing her legs completely apart and giving a hard shove forward, burying his fat cock in her completely, the tip bumping painfully against her cervix. The poor girl let out a howl of pain which was quickly drowned out as Alex bent down to kiss her hard, bruising her lips. When he pulled away and began thrusting in her painfully fast, her body heaved with sobs and she shook her head in denial. “No, no, no, nooo,” she cried, shaking.
Suddenly, Alex stopped moving inside her. He spoke in a soft tone, much different from how he had spoken to her before. “You’re letting yourself suffer,” he told her.
“Tell yourself you like it. You like what I’m doing to you. You were born to take cock. It’s your true purpose in life. You want to be stuffed with my cock. Say it. Believe it.” He reached forward with a hand and Alyssa cringed, though he only used the lightest of touches to caress her cheek; an odd gesture considering his cock was twitching deep inside her ravaged pussy.
“Say it,” he said again, his tone a little harsher.
Alyssa looked up at him, crying still and stuttered out the words between hiccups, “I-I want to be s-stuffed with your cock,” she repeated.
“Good girl,” he breathed out, beginning to move inside her again. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth from the pain, trying her hardest to tell herself she was enjoying this. Anything to get the stinging pain to lessen.
Because he didn’t want his cock to chaf, he helped her arousal by rubbing two fingers in quick circles on her clit as he pumped in and out of her. After a few minutes, she began responding to the stimulation, wetting his cock with her juices. It was easier now for Alex to pump her pussy like a piston, moving so fast that he rocked the bed. Alyssa’s breasts also bounced with the force of his deep thrusts. He dipped his head low while he fucked her, taking one breast into his mouth to rasp his teeth on the flesh. His tongue flicked against her sensitive nipple, causing it to harden. Despite herself, Alyssa moaned softly, her eyes glazed over.
“Tell me who are you.”
“I-I’m Alyssa.”
“No, you’re my slave.”
“I’m your slave.”
“What are you?”
She didn’t need to be told what he thought she was. “I’m a whore, Master.”
Smiling, Alex thrust in extra deep to get a wince out of her. “Exactly.” He continued to fuck her tight, wet pussy, curling his hand around her neck hard enough to choke her. The walls of her tiny cunt clenched all around him, trying to push out the intrusion each time he thrust in. He only moaned, enjoying the constricting sensations.
His hand around her neck felt like a vice; it tightened slowly and once again, he stole her breath. She gasped for air and pulled on her wrists, burning them on the ropes. He continued to choke her as he used her, pulling out to the tip only to roughly pound himself back into her. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. Feeling a familiar burning in her throat and lungs, she looked pleading eyes up at him. She felt herself losing consciousness again.
Alex paid no heed to the desperate look on her face and fucked her relentlessly, choking her while he did so. In and out, in and out, he fucked like he wanted to beat her cervix with his cock. Soon, his pace sped up even more and his hand around her throat tightened further. He placed his other hand on her right breast and squeezed tightly, digging his fingernails into the flesh. Meanwhile, she was gasping for breath and clawing in her restraints, suffering helplessly through the torture.
Gritting his teeth, Alex thrust in one last time with a loud groan, pumping her pussy full of cum. He dumped load after load inside her, just as he had done with her mouth. The last thing Alyssa was aware of was the warm cum spurting inside her before she passed out, lying limp beneath him. Alex collapsed on top of her unconscious form and breathed heavily. He laughed, getting on his elbows to look down at her. She was a mess of blood, welts and bruises. Her neck had his fingertips imprinted in purple and blue. “Fucking beautiful,” he commented, shifting to kiss her lips, delving his tongue into her unresponsive mouth. It was like making out with a corpse, but he could feel her beating heart underneath his body.
He planned to fuck her ass as well, but he would need to be patient. “Wait until you wake up,” he murmured, getting off of her and stalking out of the room.
—
When Alyssa woke for a third time, she was instantly aware of the pain in her neck and throat. It hurt to move her head and it hurt to breath. The rest of her body ached as well, especially her sore vagina. She looked around the dark room in despair, crying silently to herself. “I’m going to die here. He’s going to kill me,” she sobbed in a tiny voice, too tired to fight against the ropes.
“I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to. Do what I want and I’ll let you live.” The voice came out of nowhere and jerked Alyssa to attention. Alex stepped into the room and smiled at her, still naked from head to toe. He was supporting another hard-on. Alyssa whimpered in fear, wanting to melt into the bed.
“Why are you doing this to me?! I’ve never done anything to you!” she screamed, crying. She was shaking in fear and the anxiety in her stomach kept rising as he stepped closer.
“Oh, the classic ‘why me’ response. You just happened to catch my interest while I was out in the city. No fault of your own, really. I just had to have you.” He sat at the side of the bed, looking down at her with one shockingly blue iris.
“What do you think I’m going to do after I’m done fucking you? Cut you up into little pieces and scatter you all over the forest?” He grinned after he asked her, the scars on the burnt half of his face scrunching up. She shook her head in horror, crying.
“No, please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t kill me! I’ll be your whore, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it!” Her voice rang in desperation, brightening her captor’s smile. It was exactly the response he wanted to hear.
“Really? Anything?”
“Yes, anything, I promise!”
“Good. Guess I won’t have to kill you now.” There was some humor in his voice.
Alex stood up then, going to the headboard of the bed to begin untying one of her wrists. She gaped up at him in disbelief. She wondered why in the world he was untying her. Grinning at her obvious expression, the man spoke. “I’m going to untie you now and if you try to run away, I’m going to take a bat and beat you to death with it. Do you doubt me?” he asked, turning to her as he freed her hand. Alyssa’s eyes widened and she shook her head ‘no.’ Alex moved to untie her other wrist. Soon, he had freed all her limbs. This allowed her to sit up on the bed. She looked down at her wrists and ankles. They were bloody and bruised from all the struggling she had put up. Unable to help herself, she looked around for an exit, her eyes darting around the dark room frantically. There were no windows. Just one door.
Noticing her wandering eyes, Alex spoke up. “I think you need a demonstration.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a wooden bat.
Alyssa backed away in fear, shaking her head. “Oh god no, please! I won’t run, I won’t run!” she screamed, pressing her back against the headboard. She curled up into a trembling ball, clutching her legs to her chest and pressing her face to her knees. She lost all hope. There was no way she could make it to that door. It was probably locked too, she thought.
Alex dropped the bat and kicked it back underneath the bed. He climbed onto the bed beside Alyssa. Upon hearing the bed shift, the tiny girl tensed in anticipation. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she asked, unable to look at him. She felt his hand touch her knee and whimpered.
“Look at me.”
Alyssa lifted her head, knowing full well not to disobey him. His face was so close, she shrieked and tried to back away, but there was no place to go. He stared at her with a lustful gaze, his eyes running over her blood-matted breasts. “If you continue to be a good little whore, I won’t have a reason to kill you. It’s only when you become useless that I’ll want to get rid of you.” He spoke softly, reaching out to pet her head. She wanted to get as far from him as possible, but used sheer will not to back away.
“Will you do everything I say?”
“Yes, Master.”
Alex lay down on his back beside her crumpled form on the bed. He easily pulled her to stradle his waist, making her sit on his erect cock. Her cunt was still slippery from his cum and rubbed against his cock as he settled her in position. “You’re going to take all of my cock up your ass. You’re going to ride me as fast as you can, no matter how much it hurts. Got that, bitch?”
Alyssa looked down at him in horror, but nodded eitherway. It was this or death. However, there was no way she would be able to take him dry. She wanted some sort of lubricant. Reaching inside her cunt which was still wet from his cum, she coated her fingers in the juices and rubbed them all over his cock and her own asshole. Reluctantly, she gripped the base of his length and positioned the tip in between her cheeks. Alex settled his hands on her hips, grinning devilishly up at her.
Slowly, Alyssa pushed herself down on his cock, feeling the head get past her sphincter muscles. “It’s so fucking big, oh my god..” It hurt so much and she tried to stifle her cries of pain while she impaled herself, forcing herself to take more of his cock into her ass. She clenched her teeth and began sobbing, shaking her head.
“I can’t do it, fuck fuck fuck.. It hurts so much!”
“Do it or I’ll kill you right now.”
Alyssa made a defeated, pained noise and pushed herself further down, taking more of his meat. Losing patience, Alex gripped her hips tightly and pushed her down all the way, forcing her to take his entire cock. She screamed out in agony, breathing hard.
“Ride it. Now.” His tone was angry. He was tired of waiting for her. He didn’t care what kind of pain she was in. All he cared about was his own pleasure.
Alyssa closed her eyes and began rocking herself on his cock, feeling as though her ass was on fire. His meat stretched her hole wide apart and her insides sprawled to allow each penetration as she took him in and out. The man groaned in pleasure and pushed his hips up to meet her ass, allowing for a deeper penetration. “You feel so good, baby,” he moaned, tightening his grip on her hips to bruise the skin. “But now, it’s my turn to take control.”
Alex pushed her off his cock and sat up quickly, grabbing her by her hair to push her on her hands and knees. “Arch your back,” he instructed as he got behind her. Spitting on his cock, he shoved it back into her asshole, paying no mind to her screams. He began fucking her asshole in a rough, fast pace, causing his balls to slap against her cunt each time. Once again, the bed creaked and rocked with their bodies and Alyssa’s hanging breasts moved to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Alex reached his arm around to play with Alyssa’s clit while he fucked her asshole. By now, she had stopped screaming. His fingers rubbed in quick circles around the sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through her body. She focused on those sensations to get her through the pain. Soon, she was moaning wantonly, her eyes glazed over. She was utterly broken.
The man continued to push his cock in and out of her asshole, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm approaching. Alyssa too was on the verge of a climax. He kept fucking her and rubbing her clit as he came inside her ass in a torrent of cum. She cried out, tensing and squirming as the waves of pleasure consumed her and she came undone, reaching orgasm by the hand of the very man who had repeatedly raped her. Alex pumped her ass a few more times before pulling out. She collapsed onto the bed in a panting mess and Alex lay down beside her, pulling an arm around her waist to pull her close.
“Will you let me go now? I did everything you wanted,” she whispered, turning to look up at him sheepishly through her lashes.
“Not a chance.” He locked his arms around her back and pushed her breasts to his chest, pressing on the bruises covering her body.
She sighed, wondering why she wasn’t feeling shocked, angry or frightened. Perhaps it was because she had given up hope. She accepted what was happening to her. She accepted that she was helpless. All she felt was fatigue and pain.
Resting her head against his chest, she closed her eyes and began to drift off into a deep sleep. Strangely, she thought she saw him gently kiss her forehead before sleep took her.

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Fantasm

Forced to be a Fuck Doll IV

The men who came and retrieved Ashlynn from the penthouse after the party laughed at the plug in her pussy that was keep in all of the men’s cum that was funneled into her. They demanded that she leave it in until her bath time the next morning. After she was bathed she was taken to a place where her legs and pussy were waxed thoroughly then she was put in something not unlike a hospital gown and made to wait in a room. Ashlynn was beyond the point of crying and she was just hoping that things didn’t get any worse.
Finally one of the attendant men came in and said “Get up, let’s go…I’ve got to deliver you out to the country.”
Once inside the van Ashlynn dared to ask the driver where she was being taken.
The man laughed and said, “Some rich dude is in town for a couple weeks and wants a slave.”
Amazingly Ashlynn was glad to hear that it was only one man…but and then grew worried about the length of time and all that could happen in two weeks.
“Oh, yeah, we chose you because he requested one of the fresher sluts and one with a virgin ass. Haha…so, I’m guessing it won’t be unused for long.” The man taunted her.
Ashlynn hoped to herself that it wasn’t true and that the attendant was just being cruel as usual.
After about 45 minutes the van stopped and Ashlynn was led out and unblindfolded. She saw a beautiful country house with a large landscaped yard. She was led inside the house and into a a hunter’s lodge like decorated livingroom. There was a huge fireplace and large bear skin rug in front of it. The attendant told her to get on her knees and he sat on a couch to wait.
After a minute or two a man entered the room and greeted the worker. He looked to be about 40 and had dark brown hair with some slight grey peppered here and there. Ashlynn had to admit that he was quite handsome.
“So, here’s my slave…Stand her up and let’s have a look” The man nonchalantly ordered.
The worker jumped up off the couch and roughly pulled Ashlynn off the floor before she could do so by herself. He quickly ripped off her hospital gown leaving her completely naked and exposed…by default she tried to cover her tits and and pussy with her hands. The older man strode over and slapped her hands down.
“You have a lot to learn, slave, but I love breaking them in. You will only speak when spoken to and you will always address me as ‘Master’. You will only refer to yourself in third person as the ‘the slut’ or whatever…feel free to get creative!” The man said to her with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were scanning her entire body and his hands grazing her tits, pinching at her nipples, and prodding at various parts of her.
“Alright, slut, turn around…let’s look at that ass.”
She began to turn around and was was immediately backhanded in the face by the man,
“I gave you an order and you didn’t respond! you’re already breaking the rules, stupid.”
After the shock of the blow wore off she manged to whisper “Yes, master.” and then turned around.
The man who will now be referred to as Master began slapping her ass a couple times and then turned back to the attendant.
“Alright, she’ll do. You can leave now.”
“Well, first things first…on your knees, cunt. You’re my fucking pet while I’m visiting and you’ll be crawling the whole time.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said as she quickly dropped her knees, not wanting to be hit again.
“Good, slut…Now here’s a reward.” He picked up a case from a nearby coffee table and pulled out what seemed to be a black dog collar. He placed it around her neck. “Now you’re a proper pet. And you’re in luck because I’m done with work for the day and can give your training my full attention.” He pick up a small cat o’nine tails whip and lashed her ass with it making her whimper.
“Let’s go downstairs.” He led her down some stairs, kind of difficult to do while crawling, and once she was down she saw kind of a makeshift dungeon set up. The floors were cement, there was a large cage in the corner, a wooden table, various ropes, toys, and devices hanging on the walls. Ashlynn immediately began to grow more fearful.
“Now, let’s have a more detailed inspection.” He grapped a length of rope that fell down from the ceiling across a rafter and tied both her wrists with it. He then began pulling on the other end which hoisted her up to her feet. Much to Ashlynn’s dismay he kept pulling until only a few of her toes could touch the ground, causing her extreme discomfort.
“Spread those legs, you cow.” Master yelled and he hit her inner thighs with the whip. She immediately spread them. He began pressing her exposed cunt with the whip, almost shoving it up inside her. “Alright, it seems like a decent cunt…but I’ll have to spread it out to get a better look.”
He walked over to one of the racks on the wall and began sorting through some things, and then brought back a box. He pulled out 2 metal clamps that were kinda similar to jumper cables…each had a couple inches of chain with two clamps on each end.
He pinched one clamp onto one of her pussy lips and Ashlynn let out a squeak as the dull metal teeth of the clamp bit into her tender pussy lip. He then pulled on it and clamped the other end to some soft inner thigh skin pulling the chain taut and opening her pussy up. He then repeated this with the other pussy lip and Ashlynn was starting to tear up. Her feet were in pain at the awkward stance and her pussy lips and inner thighs were throbbing and stinging at the pressure of the clamps. Strangely though, the cool air on her spread pussy felt good to Ashlynn.
Master examined her open cunt more thoroughly and nodded his approval. He began lightly whipping it at with his whip, and then slowly increased the harshness. She winced as she felt the leather straps lashing at her clit and inner pussy. He was also lashing at her inner thighs and Ashlynn could see that her pussy and thighs were quickly turning red.
“Okay, good. Now I’m going to start training you to love pain…then you’ll be begging me to torture your dirty little cunt.” He reached in the box and pulled out a small vibrator bud that was attached to a cord and could be controlled by him. “Now listen, I’m going to shove this up your little pussy and I’m going to keep whipping you…it’s your choice if you want to hold your pussy tight to keep it…but I’ll whip you regardless.”
He shoved the vibrator inside easily and immediately turned it on, the sensation was a pleasurable change from all the pain and Ashlynn found herself immediately tightening to keep it inside. He began using the ship on her spread cunt again, the lashes going up her ass crack as well as almost inside her pussy hole. The vibrator was making her wet and she soon began to notice she was dripping on the floor…but it wasn’t enough to put her over the edge. However, each time she felt one of the lashes, especially on her clit, she was brought a littler nearer to climax. She blocked out the pain and only focused on the pressure building inside her pussy…she desperately wanted to explode. She was awakened from her pleasure trance by a slap in the face.
“Hey, cunt, you will not cum without permission.”
“Yes, Master.”
He began using the whip on her tits and her nipples grew hard and eventually raw. She looked down to see them red and striped with marks. She began smacking her open pussy with the palm of hand…spanking her clit. The pain was so intense that she was actually unsure whether it was pain or actually pleasure she began gyrating her hips, awkwardly in her stance, and was trying to hold back on climaxing. Finally he said,
“Alright, you may cum, slave.” And then began whipping her its even faster and harder while still furiously spanking her drenched slit. That put her over the edge and she immediately orgasmd, the vibrator slid out the floor with a slurping noise, and her whole body shuddered and she moaned with pain and delight. In that moment of bliss, Ashlynn did feel like a pet for a second…just an animal to be used. However, that was quickly over he slapped one of her tits with an extremely forceful blow…she lost her balance for a moment and the rope dug painfully into her wrists before she regained balance.
“You’re supposed to thank me right away you ungrateful little slut.” He spit on her face.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for making me cum.” She could feel the glob of his saliva run down her cheek and she was instantly embarrassed at having orgasmed. How I could I actually like this? She let her head hang down.
“Well, that’s better…still though, I don’t think I’ll let you cum for the rest of the day. I don’t put up with spoiled little fuck pets.” Instead of letting her down as Ashlynn has hoped he began rummaging through the box again, and brought out another two little clamps but this time with little weights on the end of them connected with chain. He attached them to her nipples which were already swollen and raw from the whip. The pain made Ashlynn bite down on her lip.
“I think we’ll leave on the clamps on your cunt…let you dry out. Tell me how fucking wet and dirty you are, slut. Tell me how much you loved to be whipped.”
“The slut loves to be whipped, Master…her dirty cunt is dripping from being tortured. The little fuck pet can’t get enough.” Ashlynn whimpered with her eyes closed…it was so hard to say aloud, but she didn’t want to be hit again. Her sore nipples were pulled down by the weights and Ashlynn couldn’t help but think about how ridiculous she looked. Her sloppy pussy spread wide, her thighs red and covered with welts, her breasts red and striped with marks as well, her nipples being pulled down, and dried spit on her face. She didn’t know how she could handle two weeks of this.
“Well, slimy, I’m hungry and going upstairs to eat so you won’t ruin my appetite. Just have fun hanging out here.” As soon as he said it he began to laugh, “hahahaha, ‘hanging’! Get it?” Ashlynn didn’t say anything.
“Ah, it’s probably way over your head, you dumb piece of fuck meat.”
He then turned his back to her and walked upstairs leaving Ashlynn in tears.
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After what seemed like at least and hour Ashlynn heard the door open and was actually happy for it, she was in immense pain and had been praying for unconsciousness. Once he was down the stairs he gave her a big smile. “Alright, kitty, it’s time for you to come down.” He untied her wrists and unable to keep her balance on her cramped toes she feel flat on her face. He laughed at her a tossed a doggy bowl on to the floor filled with scraps of pizza. “Hurry up and eat so we can get back to training, slut.”
By default Ashlynn reached out to grab a crust with her hand and he immediately kicked her in the ribs.
“No! What part of being a fuck pet don’t you understand? No hands, stupid.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said and lowered her head to the bowl and began eating. It wasn’t much food so it didn’t take long. He then directed her to get up on the wooden table and lay on her back.
“Alright, we’ll take these off now” He said gesturing to the clamps on her pussy and nipples. Surprisingly, taking them off was extremely painful and and Ashlynn saw the indentations left on her pussy lips which were still kind of hanging agape, and that her nipples were completely red, swollen, and hard.
“Turn over on your stomach…it’s time to inspect that virgin ass.”
Ashlynn turned over on her stomach, just relieved to be able to lie down after so long.
“Hey, stupid, reach your hands back her and spread these ass cheeks…you’re the fucking slave here.” He ordered.
She reached back and spread her ass for him. She was so humiliated.
“Oh yeah, nice. It’s closed up tight. Now, we have to get it ready…if I’m going to do you the favor of fucking your ass, it’s definitely not going to be a dirty one.” He said. Ashlynn wanted to protest and beg him to not violate her there…but she knew it was futile.
He brought around a metal stand with a IV bag attached to it, just like at hospitals, and filled with a what seemed to be a couple gallons of water. He began messing around with some tubes from what she could tell, it was hard to see her laying on her stomach and trying to keep her ass cheeks held open.
“Alright, here we go.” He said cheerfully and harshly pushed in a nozzle into her asshole. Her ass immediately tightenend and she felt extreme discomfort. She had had an enema earlier in the week…but it wasn’t with as near as much water as it seemed Master wanted to use.
She began whimpering as she could feel her insides cramping and her belly swell.
“Raise up on your knees so your ass is pointing up in the air.” He said as he slapped her ass. Ashlynn obeyed and the pressure of the hard table was relieved but as more water filled her she saw her stomach expand even more. The sensation was so strange and she began to cry and just when she felt like her insides her going to explode he stopped and Ashlynn saw that the IV bag was empty. She let out a tearful sigh of relief. He ordered her to tighten her ass and switched the tub with a plug and yelled at her to get off the table.
“Careful, don’t let the plug pop out and get the nasty shit water all over my floor. If you do then you can guarantee that you’ll be sleeping in it tonight. Now, walk around…we want it to get you all cleaned out.”
Ashlynn began awkwardly walking around, the pressure on her stomach and asshole were unbearable and made it difficult to move. Master just laughed, “Come on, slut, give me a little dance!”
Ashlynn hung her head down with shame and began dancing around…hardly dancing…just kind of moving her hips around. “Come on! Shake those tits and ass!”
Ashlynn was shaking her tits and wiggling her ass with tears streaming down her face. She almost looked like she was pregnant…a collared and swollen red fuck pet stupidly dancing around with a plug shoved up her ass.
“Alright, knock it off…now come over here.” He led her over to the other side of the basement where there was a large metal trough and ordered her to get in and get on her hands and knees. He walked back to the other side, opened up a closet, and brought out a video camera already on a tripod. He was smiling as he brought it over to her and positioned it behind her facing her ass.
“Alright, you dirty cunt, I want you to try as hard as you can to blow that plug out and spray the enema out. Do it!”
Not really needing any encouragement, despite the video camera, she was just so uncomfortable she squeezed and tightened her ass passage in an attempt to shoot the plug out. Surprisingly it didn’t pop out right away and she tried harder, making little grunting noises for her efforts.
“Come on, try harder, little piggy.” He taunted, imitating her grunts.
Finally with one final and hard push, the plug popped out of her and she felt a stream of water begin to gush and spray out of her. It was such relief but the stream seemed endless and she imagined how gross she looked, on her hands and knees with enema water wildly spraying out of her ass. Finally it all trickled out and Master walked over to shut off the camera.
“Not bad, pig slut, I guess you were pretty clean too.” He grabs a hose and sprays her ass off, and then decides to just spray her all down…focusing mainly on pussy and face with ice cold and extremely pressurized water.
“Alright…now time to dirty it up again!” He yelled and dragged her out of the trough. Ashylnn could sense all this activity since she arrived had been exciting him and he was ready to release all those pent up urges. He viciously dragged her to the table, threw her upper body onto it so she was bent over it, spread her legs and pulled his hard dick out his pants. It was about 7 inches long with pretty girthy and when Ashlynn saw it out of the corner of her eye she began to panic. She immediately started to resist and was trying to claw her way out his grasp…the first time she had to tried to physically fight since her capture. He wasn’t having any of it and grabbed her hair on the back of her head and slammed her face down onto the table.
“You’ll pay for this disobedience, cunt!” He growled as he shoved her hard cock inside her pussy, he thrust it in a couple times just to get it wet and then rammed in right into her asshole. Ashlynn screamed bloddy murder as the pain shot through her. She was sure that she was being torn in half and she feel her ass contracting uncomfortably.
“You are my fucking property, cow. A pet…literally just like a fucking up blow up fuck doll…your ass is mine.” He snarled into her ear as he rammed his dick inside her over and over again, shoving her hips into the table…she could feel them bruise. Ashlynn was still screaming over an dover again but was so delirious with pain that she didn’t even realize it. Finally she felt a hot burst as he came and her ass filled up with his semen. He screams trailed off and she was just moaning and whimpering incoherently, she expected him to pull out but he didnt.
” Just so you get the point, I’ll also be using you as a toilet for awhile, piggy.” Before she could even understand what he meant she felt another hot stream in her asshole, but more powerful and wet. She realized he was pissing inside her ass.
“Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold that ass tight and keep that piss inside you.” He demanded. She was way beyond the point of disobeying and just did as he asked. He pulled out and there a little popping noise from the vaccuum of her ass when he pulled out. He reached for another anal plug was pushed it inside her.
“There…you dirty little slut, you can just be a fucking piss bucket for tonight. You love it! Don’t you?” He asked.
Still bent over the table, with her cheek up against the wood, completely defeated she whimpered, ” I love it, Master. I love being your little fuck pet and piss holder.”
He laughed, “I knew it! You’re so dirty…you love being a fuck slave…you’re useless for anything else and you know it.” He grabbed her off the table by pulling on her hair and led her to the large cage in the corner. He cuffed her ankles and hands together and set her on top of a thin blanket in the cage.
“Alright, piglet, goodnight. Hopefully, tomorrow you’ll behave better and I won’t have to punish you so harshly.” He pat her on the head, locked up the cage, and started to walk up the stairs. Not even caring that piss was plugged up her ass, Ashlynn closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.
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Fantasm

Vampire: Stories of days past 3

The third part of the V:SoDP series. After posting the 2nd part, I didn’t feel as much contend with it as I had felt with posting the first. Judging the rating, you guys didn’t either. Might rewrite it at some point. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy treading his chapter as much as I had writing it. As always feel free to leave suggestions and feedback in the comments.

Fantasm

The Business – Chapter Five

A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. In this chapter: Fauna and Lotus aren’t convinced Howard his genuine, Winter makes a fatal mistake and pays the price, Breeze’s past comes to light, and Viper’s independence could get her killed.

Fantasm

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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