Cruelty

GangBang Submission

Summary: A girl’s kinky slut fantasy life becomes VERY, VERY real.
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What are your fantasies?
What gets you off late at night when you only have yourself and your favourite toy?
For me, my fantasy life is way more adventurous than my reality.
In my fantasy life, I am seduced and made a sexual pet by Mrs. Walker, the hottest teacher ever.
In my fantasy life, I am just getting out of my cheerleading uniform, when the whole football team walks in and has their way with me. There are a variety of races, a variety of cocks and a variety of positions I’m taken.
In my fantasy life, my boss uses me to close deals by either being a cocksucking cum swallower, a tight pussy to be used as a cum deposit, or an eager pussy-licker.
In my fantasy life, I am forced to flash strangers, teasing men and women shamelessly with my shaved pussy and perky breasts.
In my fantasy life, I am a submissive, who obeys every sexual command any man or woman gives me.
In reality, though, I had only done a few things…and almost always while drunk. My two college roommates had their way with me on more than one occasion; I flashed people at a bar on a drunken dare and I had anal sex with a boyfriend who I couldn’t say ‘no’ to. But for the most part, I lived in a fantasy world…until last weekend when everything changed.
It started innocently enough when I hosted a gathering. We have always taken turns hosting small parties the second Saturday of the month, and it was my turn to be the hostess with the mostest (and oh would I ever be!)
I am always up for a good drunk, as I am still in my relatively carefree twenties, as is the rest of our gang from work. The plan was it would be a pot luck appetizer and a wine tasting party. The two were a lethal combination for my slim body: not enough substantial food and sweet-tasting wine, which went down like water for me.
Like most of our gatherings, it included lots of sexual innuendo, lots of drinking, and lots of gossip. Rumours spread like prairie fire, especially when wine is involved. By the time the fourth bottle of wine was empty, I was incredibly drunk and I knew way too many tantalizing tidbits of useless information about every co-worker who wasn’t at the gathering.
We then played truth-or-dare, something we had never done before. I’d invited my two closest co-workers Shelly and Tina, Tina’s husband Frank, a co-worker named Jon, one of our college interns Simone and our computer tech Markus.
Shelly was a blonde bombshell that seemed to have a new young stud every week. It was actually shocking that she didn’t bring anyone to today’s gathering. She usually had some sweet fucking eye candy to drool about.
Tina was a blonde too and also pretty, but shorter and less endowed in comparison to Shelly’s double-D breasts, and shyer too. Tina’s husband Frank was a firefighter who was built like a brick house, and I often fantasized about using his hose to cool me down.
Jon was a poster boy for preppy. He could have easily come directly out of the pages of an Abercrombie & Finch catalogue. At our marketing office he was the male closer, and Shelly was the female equivalent. You would be amazed, or maybe you wouldn’t be, how much sex appeal is used to close a deal. (I often wish I could be the closer…but I was the behind the scenes girl).
Simone was a twenty-two year old redhead sex bomb intern who was clearly going to be a female closer one day. She was short, not even five feet, but her curves were ample, and she wore the clothes to showcase them perfectly. She also had a naturally sexy voice and I could literally envision her as a phone-sex operator.
Markus was the firm’s super geek. He wasn’t Urkel nerdy, but he had the glasses and the lack of fashion sense. He was also the only black man in our circle of friends.
And then there is me. I am blonde as well. I have blue eyes, very firm 34b breasts, a tight ass, a freshly-shaved pussy and an athlete’s body. Actually, Shelly, Tina and I all have tight bodies, as we work out together and run in marathons. We are also all in our mid-twenties, without kids and living a very active New York City life.
Again, truth-or-dare was not something we had played before, so I really had no idea what to expect. The first round was tame as people all picked ‘dare’ and were forced to do a dance, or shoot a drink or a similar low-impact stunt.
But as we got drunker the game became more interesting and naughty.
Simone picked ‘truth’. Jon asked, “How many people have you slept with?”
The redhead beauty smiled. “I can’t say I know the exact number, but a dozen or so.”
“Slut,” Shelly playfully teased her, Shelly easily being close to triple digits.
“It takes one to know one,” Simone retorted, before asking, “Wait! Was the question men or people?”
Jon asked, “Would the number be different?”
Simone looking directly at me it seemed and said, “Oh, the number would be drastically higher if it included my lesbian trysts.”
I could feel a sudden tingle as Simone stared at me revealing she was bisexual.
Shelly joked, “Bisexual slut.”
Simone finally broke eye contact with me and retorted, “Jealous?”
Shelly, seemingly noticing Simone’s and my brief moment, teased, “I think Bridgette wants to help you add to your list.”
I quickly came to my senses, none of them knowing of my submissive lesbian college past, and snorted, “As if.”
Simone pouted, “You wouldn’t do me, Bridgette?”
Deciding it was easier to play along, I faked confidence. “Oh Simone, I would devour you whole.”
Simone smiled, “Be careful what you say sexy, I just may take you up on your offer.”
Shelly got us back on track, “Ok, you two cool it off. We have men here; let’s keep our weekly lesbian slumber party conversations for another time. Markus, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Markus replied.
Shelly teased. “Dare again, hmmmm, what secrets to you have buried in your closet?”
He shrugged nonchalantly.
Simone dared, “Flash your cock to us.”
Markus, surprised by this, responded, “Are you serious?”
“Deadly, I want to know if the big black man myth is real or not.”
Markus shrugged, “All right, I got nothing to hide.” He stood up, dropped his pants, and unleashed the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least nine inches and thick. It was impossible to believe such a geeky looking man could be hiding such a large package.
Shelly complimented him, “Markus, where have you been hiding that snake?”
The wittiest thing I had ever heard from him escaped his lips next. “In my pants.”
We all laughed as he put his snake back in his hiding spot.
Shelly was next and picked ‘truth’. Markus asked her, “Have you ever been with a black man?”
She smiled and responded back with a question, her tone dripping with flirtation, “Is that an offer?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged showing a confidence I only saw in him when he was talking computer shop.
After an awkward silence, Simone pointed out, “Hey, you never answered the question.”
Shelly smiled, “Yes, I have if you must know.”
Frank chose ‘truth’ as well. Shelly asked, “Is your cock as big as your muscles?”
Frank, used to Shelly’s forwardness, chuckled, “Big enough to keep many fires burning once I get my hose inside.” The naughty innuendo had me wishing my growing fire could be quenched with a big hose.
“I need exact measurements,” Shelly insisted.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I am no Markus, but I am a solid seven plus inches.”
Shelly looked at me, “Do you have a ruler?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“Go get it,” she ordered, as she often did.
I stood up, stumbled a bit realizing I was drunker than I thought, and went to my desk in search of a ruler.
I returned a couple of minutes later and Frank had his cock out and Tina was stroking it, getting it fully erect, apparently for the measurement.
Shelly, in her usual authoritative tone, ordered, “Bridgette, measure Frank’s cock.”
I looked at Tina who nodded her head in agreement and I went to the couple, bent down and placed the ruler under Frank’s impressive fully erect cock. I tried not to touch his cock, but it was impossible. Tina lifted it up so I could get the ruler to the base and I measured Frank’s cock. “Seven and three-quarters inches.”
As I moved away, Tina stunned us all as she suddenly took her husband’s cock in her mouth for a few quick bobs. When she was done she shrugged, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
I stared at them, suddenly turned on. Shelly announced, “Bridgette got turned on watching Tina suck off her husband.”
I quickly defended myself, “I did not.”
Shelly laughed, “You are practically drooling.”
I continued my denial, “I am not. I was just surprised by it.”
Tina looked at me and offered, “Want a taste?”
“What?” I gasped, shocked by the offer.
Tina chuckled, “I’m kidding, Bridgette.”
I laughed back, but the thought in my head was I would love to feel that cock in my mouth or pussy. The game continued, and it was my turn to be the center of attention.
Frank, his impressive package back in his pants, asked, “Truth or dare, Bridgette?”
“Truth,” I answered.
Frank smiled, “Would you have sucked my cock if my lovely wife here would have allowed you to?”
My face went instantly beet red and my pussy began to leak slightly at the thought as I tried to think how to answer the question.
While I remained silent, Shelly pushed, “Bridgette, I think your silence has already given us your answer, but you need to answer the question.”
Attempting to be flippant, and over-the-top to make it seem all more outrageous and absurd, I responded, “Fine, yes I would sucked his cock until he sprayed his hot seed down my eager throat.”
Frank responded, with a smug tone I couldn’t quite understand, “Good to know, Bridgette.”
Tina slapped my ass, “You slut.”
I shrugged, playing along in this crazy game, filled with sexual innuendo, “Maybe, but only if you offered me his sweet cock.” I shocked myself and the gang when I finished by giving his still fully erect cock a gentle squeeze in his trousers.
Shelly chuckled, “Well, this game is really getting interesting.”
Trying to get the attention away from me, I turned to Tina, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she smiled.
Deciding to keep the naughty game going and answer the question that had my pussy all wet, “Would you ever actually let someone suck your husband’s cock?”
Tina, her smile shifting slightly from sweet to wily, “Do you mean would I let you suck his cock?”
I quickly shook my head ‘no’, even though that was exactly what I meant. “No, no, no,” I stammered, “I was just keeping up the bizarre sexual undertones of this game.”
Shelly interjected again, “Sure, sure, Bridgette. We can all see the hunger in your eyes.”
Tina pushed me too, her tone playfully sinful. “Do you want to fuck Frank too, Bridgette?”
“What? No!” I gasped, desperate to get the attention off me.
Tina burst out laughing, “I’m just fucking with you, Bridgette. But to answer your question, yes I would, and I have let other women play with my husband’s delicious cock.”
Before I had time to filter her shocking answer, I let out an involuntarily, “You have?”
Tina smiled, “Hmmmm, indeed we have.” As I allowed this shocking revelation about Tina and Frank to spin in my inebriated mind, Tina turned to Jon, “OK Jon, truth or dare?”
Jon shrugged, “You choose.”
Tina paused before saying, “Dare it is. I dare you to kiss Bridgette. I think she clearly is in need of some loving attention.”
“What?” I blurted.
Jon moved to me, “Come here, baby.”
I looked around as all eyes were on me. I stood up and walked over to the super handsome Jon. My panties now were completely damp as I was both mortified and turned-on by the sudden attention I was receiving. I reached Jon and he pulled me in and gave me a warm, passionate kiss. His hand also went to my ass and gave me a firm squeeze.
Shelly broke the intimate moment. “You two need a room, or maybe just a bed?”
I broke the kiss, attempting to be casual even as my loins were heating up and distracting me from thinking straight. I ended the awkwardness the best way I knew how, by announcing, “I have to pee.”
I quickly staggered to the bathroom, the wine really doing a number both in my head and on my bladder. When I returned to the living room, Tina handed me another glass of wine. Shelly announced, “While you were gone, Bridgette, we decided since your birthday is next week we are going to play a special game of Bridgette-enhanced Truth or Dare.”
“Say what?” I asked, confused.
She flashed me a coin and said, “We will flip a coin and if it is heads it is ‘dare’ and if it is tails it is ‘truth’.”
“OK,” I responded, “but how is this Bridgette-enhanced?”
“Because,” she smiled, pausing for dramatic effect, “Every one of us will flip a coin and then ask you the question or give you a dare.”
The realization that it was all about me suddenly became crystal clear and I asked, “Why?”
“Because it is your almost birthday and because you desperately need it.”
“How so?” I questioned.
She walked over and gave me a big tit-crushing hug, before whispering in my ear, “Trust me.” Her hot breath on my ear made my sweet tingle start again and when she slid her tongue in my ear, my left leg gave out briefly. Just as quickly as she teased me, she moved away and I sat back down on a chair taking a lengthy sip of my wine…wondering what the heck was happening.
Shelly tossed the coin to Jon who flipped it and said, “Heads…dare it is.”
Acting way more confident than I was feeling, I quipped, “Go for it!” I followed this up by spilling wine on myself and cursing, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”
Jon said, “Well apparently fate stepped in. My dare is for you to take off your shirt and leave it off.”
I looked at him stunned. “Are you serious?”
He shrugged, “That is the dare.”
I smirked back, thinking two can play this game. I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to him, my pink lace push-up bra now the center of every man’s and woman’s eyes. Instead of being embarrassed by the staring, I felt sexy and confident and the dampness in my pussy increased.
Simone joked, “What a cute bra, you must have been hoping for some action tonight.”
I blushed, attempting to be suave, “Well, a girl should always be prepared.”
“Indeed,” Shelly smiled, her provocative tone unsettlingly me.
Simone flipped the coin in the air and I watched it hit the floor, roll around, and land tails-up. She smiled, “Truth this time, Bridgette.”
Taking a long drink of wine, I confidently retorted, “Ask me anything!”
“Have you ever dyked out with another girl?”
I responded flippantly, “Haven’t we all?”
Simone inquired, “Do tell.”
I shrugged, ignoring the fact that I was my two roommate’s submissive pet on more than one occasion back in the day, I answered, “My roommates and I often played.”
“And…” Simone pushed.
“And what?” I asked coyly, enjoying teasing the beautiful redhead.
“Did you eat pussy?”
“I think that I have told the truth already,” I replied.
Shelly intervened, her tone demanding, “Answer the question, Bridgette.”
Always being the follower to Shelly, I quickly answered, attempting to be slightly crude, “Yes, I ate their cunts.”
“Get fucked by them?” the redhead delved deeper.
I looked at Shelly who gave a just-answer-the-fucking-question look. “Yes.”
“In the ass?” Simone asked the ultimate taboo.
I nodded weakly in the affirmative.
Frank picked up the coin, my face burning with embarrassment, my pussy burning with need. He flipped the coin and caught it and showed it to me, “Heads.” He paused, seeming to think what to dare me to do before looking at Shelly who gave him a slight nod. I was confused by the brief interaction, before Frank dared, “I dare you to give me your panties.”
I always got turned on by the thought of flashing and being an exhibitionist, so this was not a big deal. I quickly slipped my panties off and tossed them to him.
To my surprise, he put them to his nose and said, “Hmmmm, you smell delicious.”
I blushed yet again, as Shelly walked over and took them demanding, “Let me see.”
One of my best friends took my panties and took a long lengthy sniff at the crotch. “Hmmmm, I agree, they smell delicious.” She then added, “And fuck, they are drenched. What is getting you all wet, Bridgette?”
Suddenly everyone staring at me had me both excited and nervous, but I retorted, “I plead the fifth and it’s not your turn to ask me a question yet.”
She smiled and said, “Oh it will be soon.” Her tone dripped with flirtation.
Tina grabbed the coin and flipped it. It was tails this time. ‘Truth’. Tina didn’t even hesitate as she asked, “Do you ever fantasize about being the center piece of a boy and girl orgy?”
I was flabbergasted by the question. I could have remotely expected such a question from Shelly, but from Tina…never. Yet, there it was just lingering there in the air, six people staring at me waiting for an answer to the absurd question. I answered, “Sometimes.”
“How often?” Tina questioned.
I shrugged, “I don’t keep stats.”
“More than once a month?”
“Probably.”
“More than once a week?”
“Sometimes.”
“Interesting,” Tina said, letting her response to my humiliating answer linger for all to contemplate.
Markus grabbed the coin and tossed it in the air. It landed at his feet and I, now very drunk and unable to see to clearly, bent down to see what it was. Heads.
Markus looked down at me deadly serious, at my subservient position, and dared, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette.”
I gasped. “What?”
He began immediately to pull down his pants as he repeated, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette. Don’t pretend you don’t want to.”
Looking at the big black snake, I definitely wanted to, although I even more definitely wanted it inside me. I was fucking hornier than I could ever remember being and desperately wanted to be fucked. Deciding ‘fuck it’, I grabbed his massive black rod and leaned forward, taking it in my mouth.
He moaned, “Good girl.”
Wanting to be a good girl for him, I bobbed up and down on his cock ignoring the audience, who were probably watching in shocked awe. Soon I forgot them and I began to rub myself as I slobbered on his cock. I don’t know if I was really good, or if he has a quick trigger, but in only a couple of minutes of concentrated cocksucking I felt a sudden spray splash the back of my throat. I didn’t slow down and swallowed every last drop of his salty seed, all the while rubbing my clit attempting to get myself off.
Suddenly I was brought back to the cold reality…I had just sucked off a co-worker in front of a group of friends as Shelly announced, “My turn.”
Markus pulled his dick out of my cocksucking lips and said, “That was great, Bridgette. You are a natural born cocksucker.”
What does one say to such a compliment? Thanks? I remained silent, suddenly paralyzed by my actions.
Shelly pulled me up and said, “For the last round of the game Bridgette, I am going to give you a buy one, get one free, deal.”
“How so?” I asked, staring into her hypnotic eyes, as her hand went under my skirt and to my wet pussy.
“I am going to give you one truth and one dare,” she revealed.
“OK,” I replied mindlessly.
“Truth first,” she smiled, her finger easily parting my glistening pussy lips and sliding inside my wanton pussy.
“Kkkkkkkk,” I moaned, greatly distracted by her touch.
“Do you want to eat my pussy in front of all our friends and then be ravished by the rest of the group?”
“Desperately,” I moaned, wanting everything she just said to happen.

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Love or Torture?

CHAPTER ONE
It had taken a lot of convincing, but finally, FINALLY, Chloe’s parents had agreed to let her go on holiday with her friends over the summer. There were six of them going including her, going on a group holiday before going back to school. Chloe was over the moon. It had taken weeks of sucking up, extra chores, ‘love-me’ eyes and generally being over the top nice to convince her parents, but finally they had relented.
Chloe was above average looks for a girl of just 15. Long naturally wavy blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders to her mid back, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, curvy body (but only in the right places) Nice firm boobs with bright pink nipples, a heart-shaped bubble butt and long legs. Despite having long legs however, she only just brushed over five-foot-two, she really wasn’t tall.
She was probably the best looking of her group of friends, although the twins, Kelly and Cindy were also teenage knockouts. Both had jet black hair that was straight as an arrow, Kelly had hers only to her shoulders whilst Cindy’s fell all the way down to her butt. They each had blue eyes too, swimmers bodies and were tall, a good six inches over Chloe. They did everything together and turned many heads as they paraded through town wearing as little as was socially acceptable.
The other three girls, Danni, Jess and Lily were all good looking girls, but really weren’t in the same league as the others. Jess was carrying a little extra weight and Danni had a rather hideous pair of glasses that didn’t suit her at all and certainly didn’t do her any favours.
But none of this really mattered, they were all really close, and they were finally heading on holiday to Spain.
The weeks dragged by, Chloe ticking seemingly endless days off of her calendar, buying clothes and lotion and sunglasses and all the essentials for a girls-only holiday.
Eventually, the day arrived and her parents dropped her at the airport. Final hugs and warnings were given and her mother shed a tear as she waved her through the gate. Chloe was happy though, and was laughing as she took her seat next to Lily on the plane. Not a care in the world. Nothing could spoil this holiday.
She might have felt differently if she had known that this was the last time that she would ever see her parents.
The plane landed a little after nine PM local time, and it was not dark but evening was certainly setting in. As teenage girls always will when booking their own holidays, none had thought to book a cab to their hotel and so they found two outside the airport and after some pointing at maps and showing booking forms, the cab drivers loaded their luggage and set off.
The first sign that something was wrong was that the drivers headed off in the complete wrong direction. But having no local knowledge and not really focusing on where they were going, the girls didn’t notice this. It was getting steadily darker and as the initial excitement was wearing thin, the first trace that something was amiss dawned on Chloe.
They had left the city long behind and were deep into the country now. There were no buildings to speak of and the scenery was getting less and less green and turning almost into dry desert. Chloe looked across at Jess beside her, before glancing at Cindy in the front seat. They all exchanged worried and confused looks. Then she caught the eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror.
Before she even had time to work out what had happened, he had slammed the brakes on, sending her flying into the back of his seat. Cindy had very nearly smacked her head on the dashboard and Jess had been sent smashing into the seat in front of her as well. If she hadn’t been so worried about her own situation she would have noticed the other Taxi (which was slightly ahead of them) had stopped as well.
Recovering from her shock, she looked into the front to see the driver had knocked Cindy out cold. A trickle of blood was running from her forehead. Chloe screamed but she knew it was useless. The doors had automatically locked and they were in the middle of nowhere. The driver reached into the back, pinning her against the door. Jess was hammering at his back, but her efforts were barely evening bothering the man as he shoved a rag into Chloe’s face. She could barely breathe, she felt herself slowly slipping unconscious. Barely thirty seconds later, she blacked out.
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CHAPTER TWO
She was lying down on a bed. Across from her was a light brown door that was closed. She knew without having to be told that it was locked. A small round window was pouring light onto her face. She had woken with a start and realised that her wrists were shackled above her head to the bed frame. She had clothes on. The same she had been wearing. A tight fitting pair of denim shorts, a pink vest top and pop socks. Her shoes were missing. She had been comfortable in these clothes when she put them on, but now, somehow, she felt very exposed.
She had no idea how long she lay there for. By the time that she heard voices outside the door however, the light beam had moved all the way to her knees. A key turned in the lock and the door swung open. She had a brief look at another door on the other side of a hallway before a man entered and the door swung shut again.
He was tall. Much taller than her. And well-built as well. He wore a tight fitting tank top and cargo shorts. His beard was black and clipped short, like the hair on top of his head. His eyes were piercing; he seemed to take every detail of her in. He didn’t speak for a while.
‘So’ he said softly, ‘you’re English?’
He spoke with a Spanish accent for sure, but his English was very good.
‘Y-y-yes’ Chloe stammered back at him. Her heart was pounding and her brain was going a thousand miles an hour.
‘Hmmm’ it was disconcerting that his eyes never left hers. He never seemed to blink. ‘Vacation huh? You got a little bit more than you were expecting on this trip, huh little girl?’
There was no answer that she could give, but he didn’t seem to need one.
‘It does not matter. What matters is that you belong to me now. Your body, your mind. I own you little girl, that is all that matters!’
She was truly terrified. This was a situation that she had never even believed could happen outside of movies. All she could think of was one thing.
‘M-m-m-m-my friends! What h-have you done, w-with them? She stammered at him so fast she barely had time to think before saying the words.
‘Ha! Your friends are here. You are in with luck little girl. Normally we split groups like yours up, but we have had a request for six girls, and we were thinking we were out of luck until you came along’
She was confused. Her friends were safe. Well, they were here and by the sounds of it alive, but beyond that she had no idea what was going on. She managed to string together a question from what he had told her.
‘W-what do you mean a request?’
He cocked his head to one side and for the first time blinked.
‘You are all to be sold, to a very wealthy client. Tomorrow, we will move you to him’
Before that could sink in, he had moved to the door, opened it and was gone.
Sold?! She had been sold, her friends too! To who?
She began to cry. She was so terrified. Her thoughts were of her parents, so far away, so unaware of what their daughter was going through. They might not even notice anything was wrong for ten days. It would have been a small comfort to see her friends, but even they were beyond her reach for the time being.
She was hungry. Sleep would not come. She was thirsty.
It was dark before the door opened again.
The man who entered didn’t say a word. He simply carried a tray to her; on it was a glass of water, some bread and a slice of ham.
He fed her and gave her a drink, which she would have rejected if she had been in any position to move or struggle. Plus she was famished.
After he had done his duty, he left, Chloe’s shouted questions falling on apparently deaf ears.
She cried again, but with food and water inside of her, she could at least manage to cry herself to sleep.
The light hit her again. She woke with a start. The first man was in front of her again. He had a rope in his hand. She let her sleepy eyes wander to the door; two more men were standing there, holding long knives. He approached her, she whimpered but there was no compassion in his eyes. He tied the rope around her arms and then unshackled her before forcing a hood over her head. He was rough, pushing her to the door. He led her down the hall and shoved her into a van parked at the end. She fell to the floor but hit something soft, another person.
‘Hello?’ she whispered.
‘Chloe?’ came a voice that she recognised as Kelly’s. she sounded if anything more terrified than her.
‘Oh my god what is happening?!’ Chloe reeled off quickly. She felt a blow to her head and shriek to her left told her Kelly had received the same.
‘No talk, NO talk!’ came a gruff voice she didn’t recognise.
After a few minutes another thud told her another of her friends had been put in the van, then another, then another and finally, another. She didn’t dare say anything and none of them spoke either, although she head some muffled sobs.
They drove what seemed for hours. None of them speaking, seeing where they were going, just feeling the road go by beneath them.
After what seemed forever they stopped and the doors opened. She was roughly grabbed and dragged around what she assumed were halls. Faint music was playing in the background.
She was brought suddenly to her feet. Her hood was removed, but before she could get more than a glimpse of her surroundings, she was unconscious again.
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CHAPTER THREE
When she woke again she was tied to another bed. This time though, it was different. She was not on her back, she had been tied clamped in the doggy position. What was more, she was clean, had her hair back in a ponytail, but worst of all, was naked. She could tell this because she was facing a mirror. This was not an ordinary bedroom though. Whoever owned this was RICH! The sheets beneath her were silk she could tell, and the mirror was surely surrounded by gold? The walls were patterned beautifully and the room was perfumed and smelled beautiful. Behind her reflection she could make a door out, white.
Her head was unrestricted and she cast around for a better look at her surroundings, but nothing seemed to help. There were no windows in this room. As she turned her head she noticed something else about herself. Tied around her waist was a bow. Large and red, it too looked like it was made of silk. She looked, she thought, like a present.
The door burst opened and sprang back so quickly it shut again off of its hinges. The man who came through was taller even than the man who had taken her. He was black, extremely muscular, he wore only a red silk robe that left his torso bare and only covered the waist down. He certainly was not an attractive man. One of his eyes was white, there was no pupil and he had a terrible scar that cut down his cheek and made his beard look strange. However his physique made her think of body builders and pictures that she had seen of men like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
‘Good evening young lady’ he spoke, again with a perfect English dialect but his accent was African not Spanish. He spoke as though she was not tied to his bed and stark naked.
‘I am aware that this must be a very unusual situation you find yourself in. However you should know that I am not going to hurt you, so long as you do what I say’ he smiled. He was standing right behind her. He had not looked anywhere but her eyes, he was totally at ease.
She was bewildered. She was still petrified but there was something about this man that made her less afraid, she knew the terror was all coming from her and that this man was not telling her lies.
Then he said something that totally shattered that illusion.
‘However’ he carried on, the smile instantly gone, to be replaced with an expression of malice. ‘if you do disobey me, even slightly, your friends will be made to suffer and you will watch their punishment’
A cry of terror caught in her throat and her eyes welled up. The man however was smiling again.
‘Anyway’ he said brightly, as though they were about to discuss a movie or dinner, ‘let us get down to business’
For the first time he looked across her body. Down her neck, along her back across her spread bum cheeks, down her crack to her bright pink pussy, then down her legs, and back up to her face.
‘Very nice!’ he said, giving her a toothy grin. She noticed two of his teeth were missing.
He reached and undid the bow. It fell off of her, the silk brushing her sides. He stepped right up to her, cupping one cheek of her ass with his hand and leaning to her ear. She felt the power of the man as he leaned gently on her.
‘Just as a last reminder’ he almost whispered, ‘disobey me, and your friends will suffer’
He stood back again and released his robe. Despite her situation, Chloe could not help but gasp.
She had had sex before. Barely a year ago, her boyfriend had taken her virginity. However he had a penis about five inches long.
The man standing behind her defenceless body had a penis that was at least eight inches long. And it was soft.
‘You really are a present are you not!’ he exclaimed. Before she really saw him move he had raised his hand and it had come crashing down on her left cheek. It stung like fire and she screamed out loud at the force.
‘Now, young lady, no need to scream like that. You will not scream again, that is an order!’
She was ready for what happened this time, and as his hand came crashing down on her right cheek, her friends face played through her mind. She bit so hard into her lip, she bled.
‘Better’ he said smiling. She noticed that his cock was gradually hardening, it was up to ten inches and growing now.
He straddled her waist. Putting his massive tool between her thighs he squished them around it and began fucking her thighs. She saw in the mirror his one good eye was closed. It was a fully hard cock now sliding between her legs.
Without warning he slid his dick from between her thighs and put it at the entrance to her pussy. She gasped as the head pressed against her entrance and then in one fluid motion, he was inside her.
She shrieked.
His eye did not open. His rhythm did not stop. He began to fuck her. Slowly at first. His cock sliding all the way out of her pussy until only the tip was left in. then he would slowly insert it all the way back. He did about an inch a second.
It had hurt when he first went in, she was not horny, she was scared. However now. She had to admit, feeling that monster in her was turning her on.
He had not said anything about her outburst. Maybe it only applied to spanking? Or maybe he had been too caught up in the moment to realise.
Gradually the stroked got faster. He was putting more force in as well, his mighty sack was slapping at her as he thrust himself into her again and again.
She hated herself for it. But she came. Her orgasm burst over her, she had never cum so hard before. Careful not to risk crying out again, she satisfied herself with groaning and moaning as quietly as possible. It was not easy. He was filling her 15 year old pussy so well. It occurred to her in that state of orgasmic bliss, she never wanted that cock to leave her pussy.
Her eyes closed again, as she came for the second time. On and on he pounded, he did not tire. He just keep pounding away.
A finger slipped into her ass. It was unexpected, but she welcomed it. It was just another stimulation to bring her to her next mind blowing orgasm.
Finally. Just as she peaked for the third time. He came.
He spewed inside of her, the cum spurted so hard that even with his cock buried inside her tight little twat, it spurted out of the sides.
She was ashamed as she came back down. A tear rolled down her cheek.
‘You did good young lady’ he said, she was worried that he was not even out of breath. ‘Clean yourself up’ he indicated a box of tissues on the counter as he reached for a key and undid her bindings.
Not even bothering to retrieve his robe he walked to the door. He opened it and was across the threshold before he turned.
‘Oh, the second outburst did not go un-noticed’ he said, stern but looking over his shoulder so she could not see the emotion in his eyes. She stopped rubbing her wrists at once.
‘In half an hour, you will see what happens when you break my rules’ with that he slammed the door.
Chloe felt the tears come again, she had let her friends down. But worse. She had given herself totally, mind and body, to the man who had bought her as a slave.
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END OF PART ONE
(I will do more of this series if you want. I’ve got some ideas, let me know what you think)

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