Domination/submission

Fantasm

A Gift to a Vampire

Nigel heard the sound of footsteps cross the threshold of his home, since that fateful night when he became this creature he learned many valuable tricks from his love Lian. One of which he enjoyed most of all was leaving his house unlocked after the sunset, amazing how many people wandered into his home thinking they could steal something from it. When really there was a monster lurking inside ready to steal from them. Following the sound of the steps he heard them stop in the lounge, an ideal place for any thief. With the walls covered with paintings from across vast dimensions, and family trinkets that littered the shelves. It was indeed a greedy mans paradise. Waiting in the shadows of the open doorway to the room, Nigel watched the stranger for a moment. Though something different about this one. He didn’t even look once at the things in the room, instead he stripped his upper garments off his body. He was a black man about Nigel’s height and build. Nigel watched him with intriguing thoughts floating through his head, he never had thought of men in a sexual way before. But there was something different about his man, he seemed submissive and shy. Obviously nervous about being in Nigel’s home. Very interesting to Nigel’s eyes as he watched him strip his t-shirt off and then slowly pull the leather belt out of the loops around his waist. Watching him as he slipped the belt around his neck to tighten it snug against the deep brown color of his skin. This man must be one of Lian’s, possibly he was waiting for her arrival.
Nigel stepped from the shadows after he saw him get comfortable, his movement quick as he was brought instantly across the room to stand next to the mortal who was now sitting himself on the sofa. The startling speed at which he moved caused the black man to sit up more on the sofa, his eyes looked up at the godlike creature in front of him. After the sudden fear washed away he had an adoring, almost longing and loving look in his eyes. Nigel wondered what was going through this humans mind, he must of known what Nigel was but for the first time he actually witnessed a mortal that might just anticipate the bite and piercing cut of his fangs. Looking the man over as he sat in front of him, his light blue eyes trailed over his deep skin. Caressing his gaze over his chest and down to his groin where he witnessed the bulge of arousal starting to press against his pants. His eyes darted back to his victims eyes, starring intently into them as his hand reached out and touched at the leather belt around his neck. “What’s your name?” Nigel spoke softly, seeing the mortals eyes drift closed for a moment before he licked his dry lips and spoke in a soft timid voice. “Anthony.” Nigel smirked softly, his fingers stroking against the belt as they rounded softly to trace his cold fingertips on his flesh next to the leather. He heard Anthony sigh a moan of enjoyment at his touch and then his head tilted to fall against the open palm of Nigels outstretched hand. Again Nigel spoke, “Does Lian make you where this?” he questioned about the belt around Anthony’s neck. The mortal nodded and reached to grip the strap of belt that hung down in front of his chest, yanking softly at it and pulling tight against his flesh. His eyes looking up into the vampires seductively, “Please.. feed. I would love it dearly master..” Anthony’s head tilted, offering his neck to the vampire before him.
Nigel pulled his hand away at the display that was put in front of him, partially disgusted by what was said. He did enjoy the hunt, a fight in his victims. And here this human easily just handed himself over like fresh meat. Everything he loved about Lian, a part of him disliked the fact she did this to humans. Making them almost servants to her lust and needs. Plus thoughts burned in his mind what exactly went on between these two when he wasn’t around, what else was she capable of when he wasn’t looking. “Tell Lian I’m pleased by her offer.. but I just can not do what she demands on me.” Nigel looked down in the dark strangers eyes for a moment, something about feeding upon a man was new to him and he wasn’t sure if he could be in that kind of embrace with the same sex. Nigel peeled his eyes off of him as he went to turn away, his head turning as he looked to somewhere else in the room.. “Please don’t call me master.. just put some clothes on and I’ll show you out.”
Before Nigel could get a foot away, Anthony reached out and grabbed the hem of Nigels pants. Gripping the fabric and dripping his fingertips under the garments. His eyes now searching out Nigels as he slipped from the sofa and moved to his knees in front of the vampire. His other hand slid up the front of his body, caressing his firm muscles under his clothing as he reached out to Nigel’s face. Nigel froze feeling Anthony grab him caused a little bit of anger to rise within him, about to knock the mortal away. Thats when he smelled it, when his senses took in what laid on his skin. The scent was strong, it plagued Nigel and almost as quickly as he had decided to leave he suddenly wanted that scent to cover every bit of his body. His immortal loins twitched, aching and wanting.. lusting now for the smell of Lian that now covered every inch of this mortals fleshy skin. Nigel groaned and Anthony smiled since he knew just what he was lusting for, he was cleaver and his eyes fluttered in a light excitement in his control over the beast. Anthony spoke softly with his seduction, “I know you can smell it, that addictive perfume that now covers every inch of my body.” Had it been so long since he had touched Lian that such a simple smell could push him over the edge like it did. He looked down at the hand on the collar of his shirt before glancing to Anthony as he sat before him. Nigel couldn’t help but smirk slightly, such a cleaver human just undid him with a simple touch. And he was right, he could smell what covered his entire body. Making him want to devour all of Anthony, maybe just so he could have a taste of Lian again.
Anthony’s hand at his pants, pulled at the fabric. The garments so thin, so delicate Anthony practically wanting to tear them from his body. His fingers tracing out the arousal he felt growing, he knew the smell of her worked. He could feel it, there was no denying it now. “Close your eyes master..” Anthony still watching until he saw his eyes slip closed, his hand moving into his pants. Tracing out his thickness and length, the unknowing of what he would uncover took his mind. From what he felt so far caused his mouth to water, his heart to thump a bit faster and his own cock to harden. Unclasping his trousers, his body kneeling to the floor before Nigel, pulling the semi-hard cock from his pants. He stroked him as he lifted the growing heavy meat to his wet tongue to lick up the underside of him before his lips wrapped around the pink pearly head of his prick.
The touches he placed on him and the smell that lingered Nigel soon was hit with visions of her. His cock grew stiff as the thought of her hands touching him. It was difficult to keep his eyes closed, but with each touch on his skin he enjoyed the images that came over him as well as the feelings. His wet mouth, lips and tongue toy with him. Nigel let out a small gasp of pleasure, his lips uttering his enjoyment.. “..oh do continue..” Anthony pulled his lips off Nigel as he heard his words, a smile glancing his dark lips before he slid his wet mouth up an down the gorgeous length in front of him. The thoughts of this cock taking Anthony, it over took him as he pulled the head into his mouth again. His lips clasped tightly around him, his tongue quivered and he sucked eager at him. Taking him deeper with every stroke and dip of his head. His other hand lowered from Nigel’s chest, his fingers pulling at the fabric of his clothes before he gripped onto the base of his white meat. Anthony moaned as he felt the head hit the back of his throat, the saliva welling up and dripped off his lips. Wanting more he tried to take it all and the images that flooded his mind caused his loins to throb, his own cock begging for release from his tightening pants. Slicking and wetting the muscle with his mouth as his fingers massaged and stroked what he couldn’t reach. His hand moved to his own pants, undoing the zip and letting his own arousal spill forth. Running his hand back and forth in slow motions down his own cock, the wants inside of him caused the precum to boil from the head of his cock.. his body squirming slightly at how much he wanted what played out in his mind causing him to moan deep again on Nigel.
Nigel could feel his hunger growing, with every movement of Anthony’s mouth he felt how long it had been since his last taste of blood. With his eyes closed it didn’t help, feeling his fangs extending behind his lips. Heightening his senses even more, the images, thoughts and memories of Lian driving him crazy. To the point he forced his eyes open, even though he was looking down at a man, Nigel didn’t see the same sex he just saw an object to fixate his pleasure out upon. Moving his hands from his sides he stroked the pads of his fingers over Anthony’s bald black head, feasting his eyes on Anthony, watching him stroke his own cock. The sight of his flesh swelling with blood, and Anthony’s cock easily out-sizing him made Nigel nip the back of his lip. Never had he witnessed flesh like his before, curiosity burning inside of him wanting to know what a beast like that would feel like. His hand moved to the belt at Tonys neck, hooking his fingers under it as he pulled on it. His other hand pressing against his cheek as he pulled Tony’s mouth off his cock and shoved his body back on to the sofa behind him. Nigel was hungry, and if they wanted to continue he’d need something more from Anthony. Reaching to Tony’s pants he yanked them off his legs before he crouched between his open thighs. The towering black meat in front of him distracted him momentarily before he stroked his lips up Anthony’s inner thigh. Tasting and feeling with his tongue, searching out the strong pulsing vein there. Anthony’s blood pouring through his body sent him over the edge as his fangs pierced the skin, the gush of crimson liquid filled his mouth. A river of blood trickled over his chin as he took a small yet greedy amount from Anthony.
A gasp of pleasure and slight pain came from Anthony as Nigel buried his fangs into his skin. The sound of his moans turned Nigel on more and more, and so did the blood that flooded out over his tongue and down his throat. Anthony groaned behind his closed lips, his hand still on his cock he gripped the hard prick. Rubbing his hand back and forth, causing the skin to pull over the swollen head and back down again. “.. yes master.. feed.. god I want it..” Anthony gasped as he felt the burning pierce of his fangs through his flesh. The intense pleasure ran through Anthony, his legs shook slightly at the first shock of the pain. His eyes rolled back into his head, his hand stroked himself faster and more fluid as his other reached down and gripping his sack. Rubbing and messaging his balls, all doing it for Nigel as he watched him feast between his open legs. Anthony felt his bare ass roll against the cushion of the sofa before his hips tensed with his orgasm. Anthony enjoyed the blood letting so much it always got him off easily, usually Lian waited until the last minute to bite him. But he loved the fact Nigel buried down between his legs, never had he been bit there and he loved it even more. The orgasm coursed through him as he moaned out loud and his thick cum spewed from his cock.
But Nigel had other plans when he witnessed Anthony cum, his thick white cum beading over his black muscle caused Nigel to moan softly against the bite. The warm white liquid hitting him in the face made him flinch before pulling away. Reaching to his face he collected the cum off his skin with the tip of his finger, never tasting another man before. But if his blood was as good as it was, his cum had to taste even better. Sucking the liquid from his fingertips, it mingled within his blood stained mouth causing him to smile. It tasted salty and blended with the metallic flavor of his victims blood. Reaching out he wrapped his fingertips around the belt that dangled down Anthony’s chest and pulled him into a sitting position so his face would come closer to his now. “Did I give you permission to cum Anthony? Hmm? No I think not..”
Anthony loved being treated like a piece of shit, just a piece of meat for someone to do whatever they pleased to. When Nigel yanked at the belt pulling him closer he couldn’t help but moan, the deep tones of his voice begging Nigel to do more. Hearing his accusing question, he shook his head. His head turning away as he glanced off in shame for defying his master. Anthony moaned breathlessly, “I couldn’t help myself.. you sure know how to please me master..”
Nigel’s other hand gripped Anthony’s wrist that was stroking his black cock. Pulling the cum soaked digits off his black cock he moved them to start lathering it all over Nigel’s dick. Nigels arousal large now filling with Anthonys blood. Like a good little slave and slut, Anthony stroked his hand up and down him. Now feeling what good his blood had done, slipping the slimy slick cum all over Nigel. As Tony touched him, Nigel moaned his pleasure against the side of his face and then reached down between them and wrapped his fingertips around Anthony’s thick monster. Rubbing his hand over his sensitive skin. His thumb toying with his orgasm a bit, rolling the pad of his thumb under the head as he watched Anthonys reactions to him touching him in such a way. Anthony felt Nigel touch his cock he groaned, his body twitching and writhing as those fingers touched the sensitive skin. His hips jumping as he felt everything. Such a soft lustful moment of two men stroking each others cocks. The physical and emotional image that burned into their minds only ignited their passion further, wanting and hungering to devour each other.
Nigel glanced down and he saw more cum drip out on his white fingers, collecting up the cum on his digits he lifted his fingers to Anthonys mouth. Letting him suck his own cum off his skin. Watching as he excepted his fingers, taking them into his dark wet mouth sucking on them. Tasting himself as well as his master’s skin again, causing him to rub and stroke his cock faster. Nigel smiled.. “I’m so sorry to do this to you.. but I can’t let that happen again. From this moment on Anthony you won’t cum unless I tell you.” His hand that held the belt yank roughly on it, his voice turning stern “Understand?” Hearing him as he yanked on the leather Anthony gasped, “..yes I will.. I promise I will master..” Not exactly sure how he would be able to control his orgasms like he wanted him to, he would try to, but deep down he feared he’d fail the request.
Pulling away Nigel stood to remove the rest of his garments. Knocking Anthony’s hand off his cock he had him turn to face away from him, positioning him over the armrest of the sofa. Taking his place behind him, he stroked the white flesh between the dark cheeks of his ass before he pushed the swollen head in the tight hole. Anthony lifted his ass as he awaited for the fuck to begin. Anthony bit his lip as he felt his cock penetrate him, the first pain as it split his tight asshole open. His body clenched and his wet mouth moaned, reaching back he pulled at the cheek of his ass. Spreading himself for Nigel, wanting all of the slimy dirty prick he eagerly ground his hips back. Pushing all of himself on to him, “fuck that ass good Master.. Fuck It Rough.. oh god punish it Master..” Anthony moaned as he bit his lip a bit harder.
His cock so hard now it pierced through Anthony, widening his tight fuck hole until he hit his hilt. Nigel let him push his hips back on him as he enjoyed watching his back. Seeing the lean muscles tense under his beautiful skin. Hearing his words Nigel reached up and wrapped his long white fingers around the belt. Anthony lifted his hand to the belt at his neck when he felt him grab a hold of it. His fingers digging around it, he liked that it was choking him but he tried to release the pressure. Feeling the leather and hard metal clasp digging into his flesh. Though it wasn’t as painful as the pain of Nigel’s cock fucking him causing him to pull away some, but slowly it grew better.. slowly it felt good and his hips soon pushed back against him to feel his body clash against his own.
His hips pulling back and kicking forward as Nigels cock tore through him. His ass throbbing around him causing his speed on him to increase, feeling his balls smacking against him adding to the moans of pleasure that filled the room. Nigel pulled on the belt a little more as he bent over his back. Pressing the side of his face against Anthony, sucking and pulling on the back of his ear with his lips as the fucking continued to violate him over and over. Being so close to his neck he could hear the loud pump of his blood running through him, driving him insane and making him want to taste him again. “You will do as you promise Anthony.” Nigels words coursed through Anthony’s mind, his mouth uttered his moans and gasps of pleasure.
Nigel smirked, before he kissed his lips down to his shoulder, scratching his fangs against him before plunging them into his dark skin. The rough fucking upset his hold on him, causing him to bite him multiply before he could latch on to a good feeding. More blood coursing through him, making him swoon and ache. Feeling his fangs slicing through him again, he squirmed. His hips rocked hard against Nigel, his eyes closed as he knew he would cum now. He could feel his balls swell with the cum again. Nigel nawed him, his teeth puncturing him over and over again. Each worse upon him then the last one, his back arched as he wanted the release. But he was going to hold true to his master’s wish, he wasn’t going to cum until he was told to.
Pulling his fangs out of him, his tongue licking at the wound. Collecting up any drop he left behind. Nigel backed off Anthony, letting his fingers release the belt as he leaned back and continued to delve himself repeatedly into him. Nigel knew he was close to cumming himself, he could feel the tingles of his orgasm creeping over his shoulders. His thrusts into Anthony becoming ragged and unpredictable. Finally he spoke to give him his release, “I’m gonna fill this ass with my seed Anthony.. oh yes, You can cum for me now.” Before he could even finish his statement, Nigel felt his orgasm break free and his hot jizz erupting into Anthony’s tight ass. Underneath him he heard Anthony groan and give into his own climax. His knees bulking from the pleasure, and his sweat covered body collapsed softly on to his new lovers back. Both exhausted he heard Anthony speak, “Thank you master.” Nigel laughed softly at the fact he was still calling him master, though after this night he definitely could get use to it.
Pulling his dick out of him, he was still semi-hard from the pulsing new blood through his veins. Though in this eye opening experience, Nigel looked at Anthony in a new way. Softly he had him turn over, and before he knew what he was doing he was placing his mouth on Tony’s softening cock. His mouth wet and rimming with saliva from the oncome of the best sex he had ever had, easily he swallowed his cock into his mouth. Sucking and massaging his lips up and down his thick length, his mouth drawing out all the cum. He heard Anthony moaning softly and his hands slipping through his short blond waves of hair. Nigel glanced up, pulling his mouth from his prick he smiled to him. “I think I could get use to this.. your taste is so addictive.”
“OH Really!?” A female voice exclaimed from the other side of the room. Both Anthony and Nigel glanced over to see Lian standing there. She must of been watching them the whole, or possibly walked in during. Oddly, even though Lian was Nigel’s mistress he found himself suddenly protective over Anthony. Though embarrassment still rose to his cheeks, not knowing what to say exactly to his love Lian. Tony reached out and gripped Nigel behind his neck, bringing their lips together in a kiss. A moan was muffled as Nigel exclaimed his surprise, yet he liked the feel of his lips meshing against his causing the moan to be one of pleasure too. “Don’t listen to her, it was her plan from the start.. she’s just trying to scare you. Happy Birthday Nigel.” Anthony spoke with a hint of teasing at Nigel’s mouth.

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Fantasm

Grandpas punishment 3

It had been a few days since Grandpa last punished me for watching his porn movie, I was quit sore in my pussy and my newly broken in virgin ass. I guess he thought he would let me heal a bit before he made his next move. Although he was now in control of me and he knew that I guess it was all part of the game making me wonder when the next encounter might be. I took a bath every night since that punishment I was so sore. I even walked a little funny as you could tell Grandpa liked that. Another controling factor I soppose. I knew all this was wrong but for some reason it all felt so good and nasty at the same time to submitt to older men. For some reason when ever I thought of an old man in his 60’s having his way with me, my pussy tended to get on the wet side.
A week went by mom was home for a few days and gone again. I was good and healed, and the only thing remaining were the memories of the fuck fest those two old men had with me. Mom said she would be back in a couple weeks. I knew what that meant for my Grandpa.
School had started back up and I was glad this was my last year. I came home from school today and found a note from Grandpa that read: My young slut..I will be home later. I am not sure what time so you need to do what I am saying now as I dont know when I will be home.
I want you to go take a shower, get nice and fresh. Put one of your skirts on, no panites, your high heels and remain topless so I can see those lovley nipples and breasts of yours when I walk though the door. I then want you to watch the video thats in the vcr. I will bring dinner home tonight and we will enjoy dinner at the table as I admire your breasts and nipples that stand at attention so lovely.
I sighed. Not sure if I was mad, frustrated, but definitley felt humilitated. My mind wondered as I took my shower, wondering if it were just going to be me and Grandpa tonight or if he would be bringing one of or many of his friends to join in at dinner and a fuck fest.
I did as he said, then proceeded to watch the movie. Once again it was older men ravishing and having their way with a young girl. As I watched the movie my pussy started to tingle and I could feel the wetness building up. As I got up to go to the bathroom to try to dry my pussy Grandpa walked in the door.
Why good evening my young slut. You look very nice and inviting. I love those breasts and nipples of yours, no sagging just stainding at attention waiting for some attention. Where were you headed to? (testing me to see how I would answer him) Oh, nowhere Grandpa Sir. How are you today? Extemley horney. I was very disapointed your mom came home as I have been wanting to tap into some pussy since she got here. My penis has been so hard for you all day knowing what I was going to come home to. I am glad you obeyed me..but then again I should say you should be glad you obeyed me!
I felt so embaressed and humiliated knowing grandpa was going to have his way with me once again. I was also embarssed knowing if he were to check my pussy it was going to be wet. Hed then think it was wet for him and now the movie. I am not sure where he had been but he was already cleaned up so now shower needed.
Grandpa could not get his eyes off my breasts. He then went into the kitchen and called me in there. Set the table up with our dinner I will be back in a min. I set the food out, Chicken Mashed potatoes, and Pudding? Hum. Must be a KFC night tonight. I thought Grandpa did everything to me he could have but was I wrong! What he had planned tonight was more new stuff I had never done before.
He came back in the kitchen with and set something in the sink but i was not able to see what it was. He said ok my young one its time for a tiny treat..I wasnt sure what he meant. He said I want you to place your hands on the table with your back towards me. I did as he said, he then said spread your legs for me. I spread them apart and he said farther girl! I spread them as far as I could. Thats a girl. He took my head and said now bend over, get your ass in the air for me. I was terrified hoping he was not going towards my ass again. Not now! He then took his finger and slid it in my pussy deep wiggling his finger around..I moaned it felt good and I could not hold the moan back..ohhhhhhh yes my sweet young slut..You liked that? Yes sir Grandpa! Did it feel good? Yes Sir Grandpa. ummmmmmm as he pulled his finger back out, he licked my pussy juice off his finger, tapped me on the ass and told me to sit down. Again making me feel humiliated. I sat down and he sat down. He could not keep his eyes off my breasts. Hum those breasts taste better then any dinner can he said. Thank you Grandpa I said. I know he could tell I was embarssed and feeling humiliated. And that made him even hornier. He always loved controling people. We started to eat when the door bell rang. He looked at me and told me to go answer it. I said GRANDPA I am not dressed! What if its someone we know! GO NOW! he said..I put my head down and said Yes Sir Grandpa.
When I answered the door it was Jake and another old man. My heart sunk to my stomache. Jake was fat old and ugly very vulger. I knew right then the door was meant for me to answer. Jake dressed sloppy a total turn off but he was good at knowing where to touch me and make me enjoy it. I was not happy though being in the situation I was in. He looked at my breasts as so did the other man, I thought the other old man was going to slobber down his chin..his eyes bugged out..DAMN Jake you were not kidding were you? Noooooooooo! So my young slut are you going to invite us in for dinner? Sure I said..Jake snapped and said from now on its Yesir or nosir Jake YOU GOT IT..I said Yesir Jake as my face turned red from embarssement and humilitaion. Come on in Jake SIR I said in a smart ass tone..He then grabbed my hair and said look youngin I am the next penis to go in that still very tight ass of yours, I think you better watch how you talk to me! I said Yes sir Jake. I led them to the kitchen as Grandpa greeted them, Hey! Guys! Glad you could make it over for a fun time tonight. Jake said I wouldnt miss it for the world. The other old man just kept staring at me in disbelief. So Grandpa said to the other old man, this is my Grandaughter and this is Tom. Hi Tom I said with my head down.Have a seat gentlemen and eat some dinner. We were all eating dinner when each one of them started asking me questions. So, my dear are you healed from the last fuck fest we had? Yes sir Jack I am..Good! Why dont you tell Tom here what we did to you. Yes sir Grandpa. They tied my hands up and had me. NO young one..you are going to start talking correctly..You tell Tom in detail using words we use Yes sir Grandpa..They tied my hands up..Grandpa laid me on my bed, lifted my nighty, he then proceded to penetrate my virgin ass with his fingers, then a vibrator and then his penis. ( i was so embarresed and humiliated having to talk like this but grandpa knew it and thats what made him so hard being in control) After he penetrated my virgin ass with his penis he let jake penetrate my pussy with his penis, he then nipple teased me, making me fuck Jake until I cum all over his penis.Then Jake fucked me hard and fast until he came deep in my pussy. Tom said did Grandpa cum. Yes sir Tom deep in my ass. Wow!
How many times have you had sex said Tom. Twice in the pussy once with Grandpa and once with Jake, once in the ass with Grandpa. You never had a young guy? No sir Tom. Grandpa said I cant be with anyone except who he tells me. He said an old mans penis is bigger then a young mans penis. Well thats quit true said Tom.
Grandpa said ya guys she is not to be with anyone else until I tell her diffrently which will be as soon as I have done everything to her possilbly that can be done to her sexually. My heart dropped again as I thought he had done everything to me possible..Grandpa said there are so many things yet to do! I am also thinking about only letting her date this guy I have in mind and marrying him. I have been interviewing a few of them. The man that marries her is going to have to agree to let this continue at my will unitl i cant fuck her anymore. WOW! lucky man you are! I was totally devistated to hear that!
They had all finshed eating and ordered me to go to the icebox to get them all a beer. I did as Grandpa told me to do. I looked in the ice box and low and behold the beers were where I had to bend over to get them out. I knelt down and grandpa hollerd at me..GIRL YOU DONT EVER BEND DOWN LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN. From now on when you have to bend down the get something you bend at the waste YOU UNDERSTAND ME? Yes sir Grandpa. I bent down at the waste to get the beers that were still in the plastic making me stay there longer exposing my pussy unnder my skirt. ohhhhhhhh yaaaaaaaaaaa girl you show that pussy Tom said…ummmmm said Jake gonna get me some of that pussy here soon! Me too said Grandpa. Well I knew where this was all going.
I handed the beers out when Grandpa told me to sit on Toms lap facing him and let him get a good look at my nipples..I sat down on Toms lap..GOD I HATED THIS..being embarssed and humiliated..it was OFFEL..but some strange reason my pussy felt diffrent then I did. Go on Tom take a feel of those nipples tease them a little and then do a pussy check to see if shes wet. Tom reached up with both hands and gently ran them over my nipples..instantley my pussy was flowing. He teased just a couple seconds, then slipped his finger in my pussy as deep as he could and pulled it out again..DAMN this young ones WET! As he licked the pussy juice off his finger.
Grandpa said ok youngin..sit down drink your beer with this straw you have five min. to finish it. Yes sir Grandpa..I did as he ordered me to do. I felt a buzz and it felt good. My mind still didnt like all this actually hated it, but my pussy had a mind of its own and was loving it.
So, whats on for tonight said Jake..Well first of all I am going to have her move some stuff off the table. I got up and did as he said. I set them on the stove. Ok young one he said. I want you to lay on your stomache on this table. I am going to do something new to you right now. My mind wondered what could be new laying on the table. He walked over to the kitchen sink and pulled something out the guys made an ahhhhhhhh comment..Neat this will be good they said.
Hold this up Jake said Grandpa. Ok, then Grandpa said ok my yound slut I am going to put something in your ass as I started to freak he said but dont worry its going to be smaller then anything you ever had there before. Tonight you are getting an enema. I thought i was going to get sick when I heard that. This humliation and control was getting the best of me. Then Grandpa said go on Tom rub that lub around her tight ass hole there. As Tom started doing that he said DAMN my cock is so hard i think its going to explode..That made me sick as well..to know Tom he was also fat, ugly, old and had a stupid laugh..oh yaaaa thats a nice ass hole there said Tom. He stopped and Grandpa pushed the enema tip in my tight ass..see young one that didnt hurt at all did it! No sir Grandpa. Ok Jake turn it on..as Jake started to turn the enema bag valve on I could feel something rushing into my bowles. For a split second if felt good. After that it was horrible..Please grandpa stop its hurting my stomache. Its soppose to girl..There goes Tom with that STUPID laugh saying You dont like that young one? NO I said..Grandpa said TO BAD…it kept filling more and more as I begged them to let me use the bathroom..No No No..but I will take the enema out of you..he pulled it out and laid it back in the sink..now stand up girl and face us..I stood up begging them to let me use the bathroom..Nope not yet said Grandpa, you are going to hold it until I TELL you you can go to the bathroom.
Standing there totally humilated practicly dancing around Please Grandpa sir I have to go! Granpa said ok guys lets get comfortable..as he took they got undressed, three long and fat Penis’s were staring at me. Very hard at that! Grandpa sir I cant hold it any longer I am going to make a mess here soon.
FINE little bitch, get in the bathroom as soon as you get on the toilet you better have you mouth open ready to please a penis with it..I headed to the bathroom Grandpa was right behind me, when I got in there he said NOT SO FAST! Raise your hands up here. When I looked up you could see the hand cuffs hanging from the cieling. He put my hands in them and then slowly lowerd them as I sat down on the toilet. Grandpa sat on the tub. He said wow Tom you got alot of precum there that needs to be licked off! Ok, girl you can go now, but you best give Tom the best mouth fucking you can give..You start with licking the precum off the tip of his Penis..Tom stood in front of me as I sat on the toilet. My hands hand cuffed above my head totally embarssed as I have to release myself in front of three men. How much worse can it get then that. DO NOT RELEASE ANYTHINHG UNTIL YOU TOUNGE IS TOUCHING TOMS PENIS yes sir Grandpa sir! I hurried up and started licking the tip of Toms Penis..I was in pain and had to go bad! As soon as I got my tounge to the tip of Toms Penis I started releasing myself it hurt so bad and to try to lick his penis was hard. Some how I managed..Thats is young one lick the precum, swiril your tounge around his penis head..there you go..Now put your tounge in your mouth and close your mouth..thats it, taste that precum..you Nasty little girl, I was so embarssed going to the bathroom in front of these men. Ok now be a good little slut and start licking his cock, get this old man ready for a nice young mouth fucking. I started to lick his cock getting it as wet as I could. Dry cock in my mouth is not good. He kept his hand on his penis and kept guiding it up and down on my tounge. When he thought it was ready for a mouth fucking he took both his hands and placed them on my face, now open wide little girl and let me mouth fuck you real good. I opened wide, I swear these old men have big penis’s. He slowly started mouth fucking me, in and out slowly going deeper each time..ummm this is great..thats it Tom said fuck it good nice and steady and slow..OH ya! He dove his penis in my mouth deep this time, starting to pick up speed mouth fucking me deep and hard..ya thats it bitch fuck this old mans penis..God I have not had a good mouth fucking in over 25 yrs..oh ya..gagging me a few times he would pull back..ummmm ya thats it fuck it good little girl (theres that stupid laugh again) his fat belly almost in the way. Oh ya dont stop now..after a little bit he pulled it out..Damn girl almost made me shoot cum down your throat there! I would release myself on and off as my stomache was starting to feel better now..Jake stood in front of me ready for his mouth fucking..and then Grandpa..By the time I was done with all three the enema had emptied. Grandpa unhooked my hands and said now get a wash cloth and wash that tight ass of yours real good then meet us in my bedroom.
I did as he told me. Dreding to head to his bedroom but knew better not to. Wondering what was going to happen next.
I slowly walked to Grandpas bedroom, high heels, stockings, and a skirt on. When I got in the bedroom all three men were sitting there watching a porn movie..there such nasty talking perverts. But my pussy loved it for some odd reason.
Grandpa looked up and said well there is our young slut ready to serve us once again. So my slut us three men are going to get you ready its going to take more then tonight but eventually you are going to be the fuck slut for a big old mans party some evening. But not unitl you have had every sexual experience there is with myself, Jake and who ever else I so choose.When we have our sex party you will mouth fuck every old man there, they will fuck your pussy then enter your tight ass and fuck you there until they dump there hot load of cum deep in that young ass of yours. You will have a cock in each hand at all times while this is going on. You will materbate for us, as well as a few other things you will find out later.
Now come on over here like a good girl, stand above your hand cuffs and raise your arms so I can get them on you. I walked over there, raised my hands as he placed the cuffs on me they left me there until they decided what was going to happen next.
Grandpa brought two chair over kinda out of the way for now. He then said come on guys dont be shy lets have some young pussy fun here.
They all three gathered around me. Two of them lifted my skirt and started to gently rub my ass cheeks as the other one lightly ran his hands over my nipples. They all seem to know when I get nipple teased my pussy tends to ache and run with pussy juice.
Spread your legs there sweety, as I spead my legs grandpa said ya thats it sweety keep going, get those legs wide apart..Ya thats it..The next thing I knew i saw grandpa lubbing his finger, when he was done he spread my ass cheeks apart penetrating his finger in my still tight ass hole. Ummmmmmm still tight just the way I like it..To bad its your turn next Jake Grandpa laughed..She still feels like a virgin. He heard me gasp as he barley had the tip of his finger in my ass, I felt a finger slip in my pussy..ewwwwww shes got such a wet pussy said Jake..as Tom help him self to playing with my clit. I stood there hand cuffed as all three worked my ass, pussy and clit. Grandpa started slipping his finger in my ass a little deeper as Jake started fingering my pussy Grandpa starting finger fucking my ass at the same time..ohhhhhhhh I moaned. Feel good my young slut..Yes Grandpa Sir..Tom was rubbing my clit as I was totally feeling wonderful right now, as grandpas finger fucking my ass felt good right now..all of a sudden I felt Tom licking my clit and then sucking it..ohhhhh yessssss im going to cummmmmm thats it young bitch cum for us old men, show us the nasty bad girl slut you are..ewwwwwww thats it let Jake and I feel your orgasms on our fingers..you like this us old men dont you..ohhhhhh yessssssssss as I had one hell of an orgasm long and hard..Grandpa pulled his finger out of my ass, as Jake pulled his finger out of my pussy and Tom stopped sucking me clit..gooddddd girl. Im gonna teach you how to really enjoy old men..Us old men deserve young pussy, respect and a good fuck now and then.
Grandpa moved the chair right between my spread out legs. Go on Tom have a seat, you only get the pussy the first time you are here, the second time you get the ass huh Jake? You got that right and its my penis tonight getting that young tight ass..
Tom sat in the chair, now I want you to sit down on his penis, Tom had to guide it in my pussy as my hands were cuffed once again above my head. I slowly sat on Tom’s penis until it was all the way in me. Thats a girl..Now Tom sit back and enjoy..Jake went behind me and started nipple teasing me. He gets the best of me when he does that ever so gently takinig both nipple in his finger and thumb at the same time. I started moving my hips around trying to get Toms penis to move in my pussy. Once again I felt Grandpas finger slid in my ass, again I moaned..ohhhh does that feel good young one? Yes Grandpa sir. Tell Tom his penis feels good. Tom Sir your penis feels good in my wet pussy. I started rocking back and forth to make the penis pleae my pussy. When Grandpa said now start fucking Toms penis. I had to stand up and go back down on him again I had to keep doing this id stand up until Toms penis was half way out and sit back down and grind on his penis hard. How does your tight ass feel my dear..ewwwwwwww it feels good it all feels good Grandpa sir..Do you like old men? Yes Grandpa sir Old men know how to make my pussy feel real good. Tom was rubbing my clit and then moved his hands to my hips making me go up and down faster and faster for him..ohhhhhh this young pussy is wonderful..I am going to cum deep in you, you little nasty young bitch..Make this old man cum..ohhhhhh yaaaaaaaaaaa as Tom shot a load of hot cum in my pussy..he held me down sitting on his penis..ohhhhh yaaaaaa damn..shoooo that was great now..young pussies the best. I ant been fucked like that for yrs and yrs..
Grandpa smacked my ass and said now get up girl, you got some pleasing to do for Jake here. He uncuffed my hands and led me to the bed..lay on your stomache and show Jake that tight ass of yours that I just got ready for him. I didnt mention it but Grandpa had slipped three fingers in my ass getting it ready for Jake, but I knew it was still going to hurt. Jake’s penis was the fatest of them all so far. Get that penis lubbed up Jake its your turn for a tight ass.
Jake lubbed his penis up postioned him self as Grandpa said ok youngin take a deep slow breath as the head of Jakes penis pop in my tight ass, I screamed it was no diffrent then the first time. He stopped a few and let me get use to it..damn your right this ass is still like a virgin as he pushed more of his penis in me..ahhhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooo please he ignored my painful moans pulling part way out and right back in again this time going in deeper then ever stopping right before he had it all the way in..DAMN this looks good my penis in this tight ass what a site! He then slowy started fucking me in and out very slow at first until i adjusted and got use to his penis and he could tell I was starting to enjoy it a little bit he started picking up speed not seeming to care it was a newly fucked tight ass he had his penis in..in and out faster and faster.I finally started to moan with pleasure when Grandpa said thats it bitch take Jakes old penis in your tight ass. Jake said Im gonna fuck your tight ass until i cum deep inside you..You like that you young bitch, you like an old mans penis in your tight ass..Yes Grandpa sir, it feels good..as jake fucked me as hard as he could ewwwww im going to cum deep in your ass, ya thats it..take this old mans penis and like it..as he moaned loudly shooting hot cum deep in my tight ass. Grandpa said now there dear another load of cum you will see for days.
I thought I was done when Grandpa said hum gee I could take your pussy or your ass..I soppose i get sloppy thirds here, but my penis at the moment really doesnt care, he flipped me over on the bed Tom grabbed one leg and Jake grabbed the other spreading my legs wide apart as Grandpa dove in the sloppy cum left behind by Tom..ewwwww ya..you sloppy nasty cum filled bitch you..Im going to fuck you long and hard..as he picked up speed and started fucking me faster and faster.he fucked me for a few min. and then pulled out saying it was to sloppy and wet. He rolled me over spred my cheeks wide apart jammed his penis in me like i had been ass fucked for yrs i moaned but it was a painful moan, thats it bitch take it all take it long and hard ewwwwwwww ya thats it..i am going to cum deep in you right along with Jake..ohh yaaaaaaaa FUCK THIS OLD COCK BITCH as he stood still making me fuck him with my ass..thats it fuck it good..make Grandpa cum deep in your ass thats it…oh yesssssss ahhhhhhhhhh ewwwwwwwww yaaaaaaaaa…as he cum deep in me..he slowly pulled his penis out, and said. Now get your ass to the bathroom, get a shower and get to bed! When I was done in the shower everyone was gone except Grandpa.I slipped into bed once again with a sore ass and pussy and fell asleep.

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Eleven

ELEVEN
  Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or ideas for Doctor Who.(You guys have asked for a longer story, so here it is! This isn’t a continuation of my Beach story though. ^^; 
This is a Doctor Who fanfic (Amy/The Doctor). I don’t do het stuff, sorry! Anyway, for those of you who don’t watch the most recent DW, I’ll try and explain as much as possible. Also; there’s quite a bit of actual storyline in the beginning. So if you’re too impatient for that then skip to the sexytime.)
 
Amy crossed her arms, looking sullenly at the TARDIS console. It was early; she knew, even if she couldn’t look outside its indescribably blue doors. The Doctor would be sleeping.
It seemed like the first time, she mused, that she’d woken before him. The Doctor always seemed to be awake, always watching. He refused to admit it, but Amy knew that sometimes he even watched her sleep. 
As she took another step to sit down on one of the two chairs in the control room, the TARDIS suddenly lurched forward. Amy was thrown against the console, knocking levers out of place and pressing some multicolored buttons. 
 
 The time machine began making loud sounds that 
resembled a cat yowling – also while spewing ketchup onto the floor. Alarmed, Amy pressed more buttons and pulled levers. Nothing was working. Steam exploded from somewhere behind her. 
“Amy Pond! What’ve you done this time?!” The Doctor scolded as he sprinted into the room. The Time Lord must have been doing something before he came in. A smear of grime was on one cheek. His dark hair was plastered across his forehead, and his sleeves were pulled up at his elbows. But of course, his bowtie was perfectly in place; it always was.
  He spared one exasperated look at her, then got to work. Amy stepped back and watch him run around the console, murmuring to the TARDIS under his breath and resetting the buttons lovingly.
Lovingly. The one thing he rarely showed to Amy.  
She sighed, brushing her fiery red hair behind an ear as she prepared an apology. 
“Sorry. Something happened – I fell,” she said, her words sharp with her Scottish accent. It sounded stupid as she said it. The Doctor looked at her, a small smile on his face. 
“Don’t worry, Pond. You haven’t done too much damage.. this time.” 
She rolled her eyes, but was glad that he had improved in mood. He turned back to the console and flipped a switch. Amy watched his pale, long hands. She knew his touch was as light and gentle as a feather. Sometimes she wanted to hold his hand, and forget the rest of the world was there.
 But she could see the world. And many more worlds, and galaxies, and wonders in his eyes. Such old, knowing eyes. 
The Doctor brought her thoughts back. “So Pond. When you said ‘something happened’, what did you mean?” He asked, pausing briefly to rest his elbows on the console and gaze casually at her. 
 “The TARDIS just sort of .. y’know. Lurched forward. I think it landed.” 
She figeted with the edge of her red sweater. The Doctor nodded.
“Ah! She landed! Let’s see where she’s taken us this time,” he lept from the console platform to the blue doors and threw them open. 
The countryside had rolling green hills dotted with cows and goats grazing on the grass. Wheat swayed in the wind in the field across from them. It was a cloudless, beautiful, perfect day for exploring. For once, Amy wished that they wouldn’t encounter an alien during this trip. No invasion, no kidnapper/attackers. Just quality time with the Doctor. Alone time.
 The corner of her mouth quirked into a smile.
“Ahh, the country! It reminds me of that time in Scotland!” The Doctor called out as if the cows could hear him. 
Amy looked at him oddly. He hesitated. 
“Nevermind. Forget I said that. Anyway – enjoy the fresh air!” The Doctor inhaled then coughed. “Forget I said that also. It smells like .. horse manure.. Gallifreyan sewers. Ha.” 
They stepped outside and looked around. The Doctor pulled on his tweed jacket, and closed the TARDIS doors. On the outside, it looked like a mere police call box (albeit a striking blue). In reality, it was a time machine. It could be described as “bigger on the inside”.
And the Doctor was a Time Lord. In short: he’s a Gallifreyan, a (pretty much extinct) species of time travelers who look like humans. Or humans look like them. Whatever.
 But there are some differences. Like they have two hearts. Or, instead of dying, they simply regenerate – the same person, with a new face, body, and personality. This was the Doctor’s eleventh regeneration. So the Doctor was around 900 years old, though he looked twenty or so. 
  One day Amy would grow too old for him and he’d move on. That was what she feared, anyway.
“Pond, pay attention.” The Doctor’s voice called her back down to earth. Amy turned around.
“Sorry, what?”
“I SAID we’re in medieval England. Back in the feudal times, where you lot had lords and whatnot. Ooh, and the churches! Let’s go meet some priests!” 
— (three hours later)
“And that’s how I talked giant eyeball prison wardens to leave earth, taking the deadly “Prisoner 0″ off of Earth forever. Oh, and don’t even get me STARTED on the Weeping Angels.” The Doctor nodded in self-satisfaction. 
 The peasant man just stared. “Wha? I’m ‘fraid I don’t understand, sir.. you wanted the directions to what now?” 
“Something interesting,” the Doctor grinned, twirling his sonic screwdriver nonchalantly in his fingers. 
“And safe. You know; maybe some sight-seeing!” Amy cut in. She wanted to do something other than having to fight for her life. 
Of course, the shabby man looked at them like they were from another planet (and technically they were). After a long while he spoke. “Well you see, there’s been a sorta.. disturbance ’round the town. Some people go there and don’t come back! That’ll be pretty interest’n.” He smiled toothily at them. 
“That doesn’t sound exactly scenic..” Amy muttered, but the Doctor rubbed his hands together. 
“Excellent! Now where would we find such a place?” 
The man simply pointed behind the Doctor. In the distance, shadowed from the face of the afternoon sun, was an enormous mansion. Amy wondered how they could have possibly missed that when they first looked around. 
 It would’ve been impossible. Then again, if the Doctor was to be involved, then of course something was going to be impossible.
—(30 minutes later)
Amy tugged on the Doctor’s sleeve. 
“I really don’t want to go in there. You know, those times when you know something’s wrong? I’m getting that feeling right now,” she pleaded. The Doctor turned to look at her. He gave one shake of his head and returned to gazing up at the front of the building. 
Even though it was bright and sunny outside, the house was like the ugly scar of the beautiful country. The grass around it was dead, and the trees brittle and bare. It was definitely a mansion- well-decorated on the outside. It just gave off an impressive (albeit eerie) vibe. 
“Let’s go in,” the Doctor said. Amy began to protest again, but the Doctor had already lept up the stairs and went up to the enormous double-doors. He knocked cheerfully once she stepped up to him. 
  Of course, nothing answered. He took out his sonic and pointed it at the door. The click of the lock inside signaled the Time Lord, and he pushed the two doors open. 
“Woah.” 
That basically summed it up. The house, though dreary on the outside, looked well-kept and lively on the inside. 
“Don’t touch anything.” The Doctor warned her, like a parent leading a child into an antique shop. He propped the doors open while she ventured inside.
The entire main room was about two livingrooms wide. The floor was black and white checkered marble, with red velvet carpets crisscrossing over the area. A fireplace crackled in the corner to their left. A grand staircase led to the upper floors directly in front of them. 
 The furniture looked modern (for the medieval ages). A red plushy couch sat in front of the fireplace. Busts of royalty appeared every now and then. There was a grand piano, too, in the far corner.
“Fascinating,” said the Doctor as he examined everything carefully, “not a speck of dust on ..anything. Do you suppose there’s a caretaker of some sort?” 
Amy didn’t answer his question. She studied a red vase filled with white lilies. The Doctor glanced at her.
“Remember not to touch anything.” 
“I won’t! I didn’t forget the first time,” Amy retorted. She dropped her hand to go move closer to the Doctor. When she moved forward, she knocked down the pedestal that the vase rested on. It tumbled over and shattered. 
The Doctor spun around, grabbed Amy’s arms, and moved her behind him. He eyed the vase with his sonic primed and ready to go. 
“Amy, I thought I told you..” 
“Sorry!” She squeaked. “Sorry, sorry.” 
Something clunked at the top of the stairs. Amy and the Doctor both looked up. There was a greenish, faint aura that seemed to linger there. 
“That’s .. not a ghost, right Doctor? Doctor?” She asked, starting to get panicky. The Doctor heard her heartbeat begin to speed up.
He raised his sonic and pointed it at the aura, then checked its readings. 
“No, not a ghost. It’s rather like the embodiment of an-”
Amy screamed. The aura sped down the stairs and straight at them – and it passed right through the Doctor. She jumped back, terrified, as the Doctor doubled over. A greenish color swirled about him before dissipating. 
“Doctor?” Amy asked tentatively. The Doctor turned around to face her. She sighed in relief. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him physically. “I think we should leave now. Before something else happens.” 
“No. Let’s stay. I want to explore the rest of the house.”
  The Doctor said this robotically, and spoke in monotone. 
“What? No! Are you okay?” 
Amy began to sense that there was indeed something wrong with the Doctor. He stared at her, then slowly began to move forward, towards her.
“I’ve been alone for so long in this house. So long, Amy.” 
The doors swung shut. Amy backed away. 
“So long without a woman’s touch. The feel of her skin..” 
“Doctor,” she warned lowly. For every step she retreated, he moved forward. “Don’t do this. Fight it.” 
The Doctor just smiled, slowly. There was an agonizing silence,  and then lunged for her.
Amy tried to dash for the side, but he was too quick. He pinned her against a mahogany wall, with her arms up above her. She screamed and fought. But whatever was controlling the Doctor was far too strong. He leaned against her chest and silenced her with a rough kiss to her lips. She could feel him up against her. His erection against her crotch. 
 “Why do you fight me? Isn’t  this what you’ve always wanted?” The Doctor purred. “I know. You’ve been fantasizing about it.” 
 She continued to twist and struggle, but his words were true. Even as he said them, her resistance fell and she began to put more passion into the kisses. When he released her wrists she wrapped them around his waist.
The kisses were intoxicating. She didn’t notice when he slipped off her sweater, pulled away her clothes to reveal her in her black-laced bra and panties. They were a stark contrast to her pale skin.
  He began to undress, too. He threw his jacket aside, undid his suspenders and unbuttoned his shirt. They continued to kiss fiercely, while moving towards the couch. They fell upon the red cushion, with Amy lying on the bottom. It took no time before the Doctor was feeling her breasts and then caring tenderly over them. 
“I .. I need..” She barely panted. She tried to express just how badly she wanted him, but he was going to torture her and take his time. 
 The Doctor did one final kiss and then began to nibble at her ear, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He moved to her neck, then kissed her collarbone. He brushed his lips against each breast in turn, and then trailed soft kisses down her belly, then to her thighs.
 He very slowly pulled her panties down her legs, hunger in his eyes when he saw they were soaking. 
 He put his head between her legs and began to very softly lick up the juices between her thighs. He played with her clit while he did this. Amy was breathless and was struggling not to buck against him. 
“Doctor! Now! Please,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wide for him. The Doctor stepped out of his underwear, revealing his rock hard (and throbbing) cock. He swept forward and with one stroke buried himself in her. She gasped and then moaned. He pulled out so that the tip of his cock was just inside her – then thrust back in again.
 The Doctor put on hand om her hip, and one on her breast, and moved slowly in and out. 
Amy felt amazing, and she was nearly on the brink of orgasm. She felt like wet, wonderful velvet. Everything about her drove the 
Time Lord absolutely mad.
The Doctor was now having trouble staying quiet and he began to grunt with each thrust in her.
He began to go hard, but slow, ramming his full length into her with each time. Amy reached with one hand down to her clit and began to pleasure herself in time with his thrusts. 
 After a short while of this, the Doctor began to go faster. She cried out in surprise at the sudden increase of speed. 
He swiftly changed positions so he was directly above her, and began to fuck her just as quickly as before. She took her hands and ran them through his hair, then grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin.
This, combined with the amazing heat and pressure he felt against him, finally drove him into climax. He exploded inside her – and sent ropes of cum into her. Almost instantly after, she orgasmed as well. Her pussy tightened around him and her own cum mixed with his. 
As he pulled his limp cock out of her and collapsed, exhausted, onto the couch, sperm gushed out of her. Amy sighed and laid her arms back. Finally, after what she’d longed for for so long, it had happened.
Sure, it took some ghost-mind-influencing. But she went with the “doesn’t matter, had awesome Time-Lord sex” thought. 
  
The Doctor fell asleep rather quickly. Amy didn’t blame him – he had been controlled by a freaky aura. She put one of the silky blankets over him, then admired the smooth contours of his face. She’d never really noticed it before, but his skin was nearly flawless. He was warm, too, whereas the rest of the room was rather chilly. 
 She sighed once, contentedly. Amy was far too tired to try and find a place to clean herself up at the moment. She returned to the warm cushions, curled up around a pillow, and fell effortlessly into sleep.
—(later)—
 Amy opened her eyes. It was warm, and comfy. She snuggled with the blankets and adjusted her sleeping position. 
   Strange. She had so much room on this couch to stretch. 
Then she realized she was on her bed, in the TARDIS. Her confusion turned to disappointment. 
 She wasn’t in the creepy-medieval-mansion anymore. The Doctor wasn’t curled up sleepily across from her. 
She sighed. It had just been another crazy fantasy that her brain had concocted for her. She climbed out of her cozy bed, rubbing her eyes, and shuffled into the TARDIS console room.
“Good morning, Amelia.” 
The Doctor’s voice came from somewhere below her. Since the console room’s floor was transparent, she peered down to the niche where the Doctor worked on the TARDIS’s technical features. He rested on a hammock, laying before the impossibly difficult machinery that was the TARDIS. 
 “Morning,” she returned casually. He tossed a piece of smoking metal below the hammock. Other mechanical items were strewn about there as well. 
“Still sore from yesterday?” He asked as if he were asking about the weather. 
“What?” Her heart fluttered in hope.
“Don’t tell me you forgot. You were so excited you practically ripped my pants off,” the Doctor said sarcastically. 
“That really happened? The- the ghost and the sex? All of it?” She came down the stairs to peer at the doctor quizzically. The Time Lord merely glanced at her, and smiled. 
 “Go and make yourself some breakfast, Pond. I’ll take you somewhere fun today,” he promised. Amy’s face lit up and she rushed off.
 The Doctor sighed, amused. She may have not remembered, but he remembered every detail. The sweat on her pale skin, the shine of pleasure in her eye.  Amy had wanted that for so long. Oh, he knew. He knew the whole time. He’d been wanting that as well.
 He especially liked to watch while she was sleeping. Her expression was so peaceful. Of course, he’d had almost an hour to observe, because he carried her back to the TARDIS. 
Because she’d been asleep she might have questions. Like if she snored or something silly. But maybe she’d ask if he was still possessed. And .. he might have to .. stretch the truth about that.. 
The Doctor slid off of the hammock and brushed the hair out of his face. The “ghost” wasn’t actually a ghost, it was a sort of bioluminescent buglike creature called a “Clarus creatura” that liked to linger around old human buildings. They ate dust motes, which was why the mansion was spotless. 
And they didn’t actually possess people. The Doctor smiled and prepared to go up and meet her for breakfast.
 He had been in control the whole time. 
But … Amy didn’t need to know that.

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Dark Lords part 1

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Fantasm

The One

Chris dropped his keys on the table by the entrance and closed the door behind me. I jumped a little at the click of the dead bolt sliding home. I have to admit amidst the excitement I was a little nervous, too. Actually meeting someone I’d only talked to online was something I’d never done before.
He took my backpack from from me and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me into the comfortably furnished living room. I wasn’t really interested in my surrounding, though. The man in front of me held all my attention.
He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to capture my lips with his. His kiss when he’d met me at the airport had been friendly, almost platonic, but this kiss stole my breath. It was fierce and predatory, demanding and hungry. HIs hands on my ass molded me to his body.
“Undress,” he said breaking the kiss and stepping back to watch me.
I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhooked my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples.
His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them together. A low moan escaped my lips.
He stepped back again and ran one finger down to the waistband of my hip hugging jeans. My hands followed his and I worked the buttons on the fly. I pushed the distressed denim down over my hips and then my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and leaned down to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. I straightened up and hooked my thumbs in the elastic waist of the pink lace panties that matched my discarded bra. I slid them down to my knees and wiggled till they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked before him.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered me.
I obeyed, pressing my shoulders down and back to thrust my full breasts toward him. He ran his appreciative eyes over my body. The corner of my lips turned up as I kept my eyes on the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Putting myself on display for him was having the same effect on me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned slowly till my back was to him.
“Spread your legs,” he said and I complied. “Bend over and grab the back of your ankles.”
I bent down, my head between my knees, my hands wrapped around the backs of my ankles. Chris stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my labia. I shuddered with pleasure when he stroked my clit a few times before pushing his fingers into my dripping cunt.
“MMMmmmmmm,” I moaned as he twisted his hand back and forth as he caressed the walls of my vagina.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and trailed them up to circle the tight pucker of my anus. I bit my lip as he pressed firmly and pushed two fingers into my ass thrusting them in as deep and hard as he could. I nearly lost my balance and had to catch myself with one hand on the floor in front of me.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me one stinging slap on the firm globe of my left ass cheek. I stood up and turned to face him. Without saying a word, he held his fingers to my lips. My eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth to lick and suck the fingers he had used to fuck my ass.
Pulling his clean fingers out of my mouth, he cupped my face between his hands and leaned down to kiss me. I tugged the hem of his shirt from his waistband and slowly unbuttoned it, running my hands up over his chest and then down his abdomen. He caught my wandering hands in his and raised them to his lips.
Sitting down on the sofa, he pushed the coffee table back with one foot. “Come here,” he said, his voice a little husky.
I moved to stand in front of him and he let his legs fall open. Dropping to my knees I ran my hands up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back to watch me through heavily lidded eyes, as my hands glided to the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down along with his shorts. I sat back on my heels and removed his shoes before pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
His cock stood proudly from the profusion of dark curls at its base. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I don’t have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head of his cock pressed into my throat. His body jerked, his hands closing around the back of my head as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock I squeezed and massage his balls while I bobbed in his lap sucking as I lifted my head, pressing my tongue against his shaft and sliding it around when I pushed back down.
I let his rigid cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed the spongy head against my cheek, kissing it before I began stroking him while I licked and sucked his heavy balls. He slouched down further on the couch and slid his ass to the edge of the cushions. I smiled and leaned down to lick his asshole, running my tongue around and over it, before rolling it lengthwise to push it into his tight pucker. He groaned loudly as I began to fuck his ass with my tongue while continuing to stroke his thick, hard cock. I let my saliva dribble from my mouth and worked it in with my thrusting tongue to get his asshole nice and wet.
Pulling my tongue out I licked across his perineum to his balls and then up his shaft. I pushed my finger through the tight ring to directly stimulate his prostrate and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my finger while he held my head, fingers wound tightly in my hair, and fucked my face. I breathed through my nose and swallowed as the head of his large prick pushed into my throat.
I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his breathing fast and ragged, and I knew he was about to cum. He moaned as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of semen shooting into my convulsing throat before he filled my mouth with his slightly salty jism. I held the head of his throbbing penis between my lips, sucking as I stroked his shaft to milk his heavy balls dry, swallowing every precious drop.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his softening cock then licked up and down the shaft to make sure I had all his cum before I sat back on my heels and laid my head against his thigh. I traced lazy spirals on his hip with my fingers as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
I felt his weight shift as he sat forward, but before I could look up he grabbed a handful of my hair winding it around his fist as he stood. I cried out in surprised pain as he jerked me onto my knees and started to drag me across the room. I clutched at his wrists with both hands as I tried to find my feet. Chris pulled me up and slammed me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Before I could recover his fist slammed into my midsection forcing all the breath from my body with a loud whoosh.
“It’s your turn, bitch,” he said harshly.
I startled to crumple to the floor, but his hand closed painfully around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh. He shoved me through the door to his bedroom. I sprawled on the floor and sucked in a wheezing breath.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled my thighs. Holding both my hands in one of his, he wound a thin piece of rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly then wrapped the rope around itself between my wrists. He stood up and I watched as he fed the rope through a ring suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling.
“What. . .” Before I could finish my question the heel of his foot came down hard on the center of my stomach just below my ribs. I coughed and pulled my knees up as he wrapped the rope around a post on his bed and pulled until I was upright on the balls of my feet with my arms stretched painfully above my head, then tied it off.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He picked something up and returned to stand in front of me holding up the ball gag for me to see. I shook my head and he smiled unpleasantly.
“Open,” he ordered me.
I stared at him blankly. His hand came up and he slapped me hard snapping my head to the side. I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth, you fucking slut,” he commanded again. “I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we can’t alarm the neighbors.”
I obeyed and he shoved the ball between my teeth and fastened it tight behind my head. He kneeled on one knee and reached under the edge of his bed to pull out a three foot spreader bar. He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes.
He stood up and pushed me gently with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again.
Chris stepped behind me and I waited tensely for whatever was coming next. He didn’t make me wait long. I cringed as he drew the leather handle of his whip through the lips of my wet cunt. I heard the whistle as the thin leather cut through the air a fraction of a second before it bit into my skin.
I screamed against the hard plastic ball as I realized he’d imbedded tacks or nails along the length of the whip. The sharp points dug into my flesh and tore skin when he pulled it back preparing to strike again. His rhythm was uneven as he circled me raining his blows on my ass, my shoulders, my breasts, and stomach. His whip wrapped around the sides of my ribcage and thighs. Every fourth or fifth stroke he brought the end of the metal studded whip up sharply between my legs.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he continued the brutal beating. Reddish purple welts crisscrossed my breasts and stomach. Blood oozed from the punctures and cuts. My head hung down between my aching shoulders.
Chris stopped in front of me and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand and shoved the handle of his whip into my cunt. His fist pounded against the sore, swollen lips of my vagina as he fucked it in and out fast and hard. I rocked my head from side to side as he lifted me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
He pulled the handle out of me and I whimpered pathetically as I felt his fingers pushing the studded end of the whip into my cunt. I was trembling hard as he used the handle to work more of the whip into my body. He used the intruding handle like a pestle rolling it against the walls of my vagina to press the sharp points into the soft flesh. My body was shaking violently as he stepped back and jerked the whip out of my cunt, tearing me and sending a jolt of intense pain through my loins.
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I came to on the bed, my knees pressed against my shoulders. Chris gripped the spreader bar between my ankles and pressed it down against my thighs as he pounded his raging cock into my ravaged vagina. The gag was gone and the sound that issued from my lips was some cross between a sobbing moan and laughter.
He pushed up and, with one hand between our bodies, guided the head of his cock to my ass. I cried out in pain as he pushed in deep and continued to pound my ass, barely missing a beat. I rocked my hips to meet his violent thrusts and he groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed huskily. “Fuck me back, you little slut.”
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit and I felt the tension building low in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck me hard.”
He rammed his cock into my tight ass, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. I felt him swell inside my pulsing rectum. He fucked me faster, slamming against my wide spread ass cheeks. He shoved his fingers into my cunt and my body tensed, my back arching, driving his cock deeper and I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body.
Chris ground against me hard and I felt his hot sperm washing through my bowels. He buried himself inside my ass and continued to rock against me as his cock twitched and spewed his cum in spurts. My anus rippled around him, squeezing and milking his prick for every drop left in his balls.
Spent, he laid against me, his cock still semi hard and buried in my rectum. As he relaxed, I felt him flood my bowels with his hot piss. I could feel the heat wash through my intestines causing my belly to bloat. He finished and pulled out. I tightened my sphincter to hold it all inside me.
Chris slid back to stand by the bed and pulled me up by my hair. I opened my mouth, my fingers closing around his shit and cum stained cock and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base to the tip. I felt him shiver as my lips closed around his prick and began to suck him clean.
When I finished he dropped back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked down at me admiring the marks his whip had left. He traced a welt across my breast with his fingertip.
“I think you’ll do,” he said smoothing my damp hair back from my face. “Had enough?”
“Not if there’s anything else you want to do to me,” I answered.
He laughed dryly. “Well,” he said leaning down to kiss me. “There is one more thing for now.”
I shuddered with anticipation as he laid the cold, steel blade of a hunting knife against my chest, drawing the flat side slowly between my breasts.

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Fantasm

Jason not Jasmine pt 2

Sorry about the wait guys got real busy and all that jazz. The previous part this was the wrong draft that I posted so I’m fixing that as well seeing as the computer that had the originals went ca-put so yeah and I started on the next part as well so yeah, enjoy. Also that whole yadda about if you don’t like these kind of subjects, your taste to sensitive, and/or you’re just pain in the ass, you are in no way, shape, or form required to finish this (article? story? wall of text?) yeah just don’t do it.
Making the choice I decide its best to just give up my fantasy of living this year out as Jason, if Thomas is anything like he was in high school it doesn’t matter I’ll mostly be plaything the whole year anyway. Taking a deep breath I step out of my room as Jasmine and decide on how to introduce myself to my new roomy. SURPRISE! I Stepped out of my room with my black hair piled on top of my head, a dress so short and revealing prostitutes or high school girls would have killed me for it, but my heels were pure chick power. As soon as I step out he’s there, on the couch. His baby blue eyes turn from curiosity to hunger in less than a heartbeat, as they drive down my body like its the autobahn, until they crash in to my SLUT tattoo. Seeming to remember his manners he jumps up in a flash and extends his hand.
“um Hi I’m Jasmine” I couldn’t give him the other name, I just couldn’t. “Jessica Baker, sorry I’m elsewhere in my mind”
“Sam Murphy, nice to meetcha” totally an east coast boy “Where are you off to looking so dam-arn nice?”
“I have a date of sorts tonight at The Goose, you know that bar over by the admissions”
“Yeah I know the one, you might see me there its a pretty common spot for the co-eds here. Well I won’t keep you, have a nice night”
“Thanks, you too Sam, later” feeling his eyes on my ass makes it hard not to pull it down lower, God I really am a slut because all I can think about is how his cock must look judging by that bulge.
I arrive at the bar 20 minutes early, as it turns out its relatively close to the dorm I share with Sam. I notice Thomas right away, sitting in the back as handsome as ever. He looks like a nice regular guy on the outside but on he’s more terrifying than my father and his father combined on the inside. It was Thomas who started “The Parties” before it would just be me and dad on a “fishing trip” but not soon after I wasn’t only drowning in dad’s milky ocean but also that of almost every man in town who had any power, Tom turned me into a weapon and tool. He met me at half way and pulled me in for a kiss that started hard and ended with a bite on my bottom lip. Pulling me by my ass up into his groin so hard I felt every inch of his cock in my hip he whispers “follow me”
I follow him around the frat house inspired establishment to a bathroom in what I assume is the back, as soon as I shut and lock the door he’s on me. His hard kiss to the point of hurting while his hands play Lewis and Clark on my body, pulling my dress up over my ass his hands start kneading my cheeks while a finger sometimes dips in. He gives me his middle finger to suck on for a second before sneaking it around my back and up my ass. He pauses ravishing my neck to point out “You’ve been busy today”.
“Dad stopped by.” He suddenly rips his finger out of my hole and yanks by head back by my hair before spanking me so hard I wince.
“You’re forgetting something slut” Slut drops out of his mouth like communist from a cold war vet. I know I’ve taken too long to correct my self when he slaps each of my tits so hard my knees give out and I end up on my knees below him struggling not to cry.
“sir sir sir, oh god I’m sorry sir” hoping to forestall any other punishment I began to release his cock from his pants, which dropped to floor with a thud. Damn, I had forgotten it was so thick. I put my mouth on it and eased down as far as I could get before Tom felt inclined to help me the rest of the way. He held me for a little then let me recede until I was able to breathe before he jammed it back in, doing this over and over as hard as he could each time. I had lost the track of time and repetitions before he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up on my feet and spun me around before pushing me on to the sink.
“Hold on to that, and lose the panties, quick” doing as I instructed I dropped them “you’re allowed to cum but you had better catch it in your hand” With that he placed his saliva lubed cock at my entrance and eased in, god it felt too good not moan, a long moan. “shut it slut” each reentry got steadily faster. With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip he started power driving into me, I was pumping my own meat and pushing back into him any way I could get more. His hand on my shoulder slid from its perch to my ass before he gave me a few spanks and moved to firmly gripping my balls and using them as leverage for his trust. I tried hard not moan but occasionally one would slip out and after the fifth or sixth slip he moved his hand up to my tits and start slapping them. Every thrust brought me closer to orgasm as he fucked me, and the sound of his skin slapping mine echoing in the small room was like sensory overload. Feeling him going at me with such fervor pushed me over the edge, remembering his edict, I came buckets into my spare hand; which he must have liked because then one hand latched on a tit and the other pulled my hair as far back as it would go while he trusted into me one last time. I collapsed onto the sink and he ran his hand down my from my hair to my ass and started gently kneading it while his other did the exact same to my tit as I felt him shrink until he finally fell out of me.
He sits on the toilet and pulls me over and pushes me on my knees in front of his throne before pulling my head into his crotch “clean me” I start run my tongue all over his soft cock and balls, cleaning every crevice. He stood us up and sighed and pulled up his pants before taking a piece of toilet paper and cleaning around my hole “leave the rest, and that bit in your hand suck it up but don’t swallow it. Fix your self up and meet me back out on the floor.” as he was about to leave though he turned back around “oh and I nearly forgot this” and pulls something black out of his pocket it and wraps it around my neck, it’s a choker with a gem the same shade of green as my eyes dangling in tear drop formation in the front. After he fastens it he catches my eyes in the mirror, this isn’t a gift it’s a demand.
“A collar?…sir”
“Every pet needs one babe and besides you don’t need a collar to know I own that sexy body of yours do you?” he kisses me on the cheek and he leaves.
I feel very naked and very dirty, every second feels like his juice is running out and down my leg. I slurp my own cum and hold in my mouth as ordered and I finish getting dressed batting away dust before fixing my make up. Taking a breath I decide I can’t stall the embarrassment anymore I step out of the bathroom and bump into Sam,who catches me before I fall. I freeze, one of his hands is on my ass and the other has me secured against him with my back. My nipples are so hard, getting off in the bathroom did nothing to sate me obviously because I turn green at the thought I could go again, for you I definitely could go again and again and……
“Whoa I gotcha! Jasmine right?”
I nod and cover my mouth with my hand and say “Thanks Sam” I could have stayed and talked to him forever but my tongue dancing around in my own juice just reminds me how dirty am I. Besides am I straight or am I gay? Man or woman? I leave without saying good bye and head to the floor I had to get this out of my mouth. I find Tom sitting by a pool table with some guys and make my way over to him. He hands me a drink “spit it out in here, It’s yours anyway” the drink or the cum? I make like I’m going to take a drink without the straw and do as he says and then switch to the straw. It’s good but obviously alcoholic.
“They serve alcohol here? How did you get it you’re nineteen”
“I know the owner and soon you will too, by the way it’s a long island ice tea if you like it”
“Hi, I’m Roger, how about some pool lessons?” I had been looking at my watch it was 12 am and Tom has been nice enough to buy my drinks and ignore me for the past hour and half while I spent my time looking for Sam. “I’m not very good but I can teach you to lose like it’s no one’s business”
The fact that he’s funny gets me standing up but the fact that he catches me when I go to tumble over makes me reply “You sir have me sold!” he pulls me over to the pool table and hands me a cue stick
“This is a cue stick and the aim of the game is to get the balls int……” while he’s explain a game I’ve played most my life he moves around behind me getting closer with each word. Being a gentleman I assume, he lets me hit three balls into the nearest pockets before one hand slips in and fondles a tit. My first reaction is to see if Tom noticed, he did and he just smiles at me. His reaction to my reaction makes me realize hes right I don’t need a collar to know he owns me. When he starts playing with my nipple my breathes get shallow and he starts to kiss on my neck until he reaches my ear, but when his hand walks down the opening of my dress and into my panties to fondle my “clit, he said. Tom told me everything two weeks ago and I’ve been dying to have you since” some people watch as I’m fondled right at the table others try not to get to caught but a few like Tom make eye contact. Roger dips a finger in my hole and pulls out offering it to me, Tom nods and I clean his fingers in front of everyone. I return to finish my drink and go back to the bar to get a shot, while I wait for the pour I see Tom talking to a girl who I saw treating four guys to a grope session earlier, Roger, and to my dread Sam. I turn back to my shot pay the bartender and down my shot before going back.
“Oh oh here she is, April this is Jasmine, and Jasmine this is Sam, the owner of this fine establishment and April is one of my roommates the other being your friend Rog here.” April was short, blonde, blue eyed, and stared at me like the cat who got the canary, her School girl attire did nothing to make her look innocent or sweet. She knows about me and she’s loving it.
“Owner?” I say to Sam “You failed to mention this before I left for the night.”
“Well technically I’m not yet my uncle owns it but I run it under the table its mine when I turn 21, which is in two months”
“And uhh how do you know Tom?
“Tom has been coming here everyday since he arrived on campus I could keep this business afloat for quite some time on those kidney’s of his. How do you know Tom?”
“Old high school flame you might say Sam” Tom interjects “How do you two know each other
“Roommates” Sam and I say at the same time.
“Interesting”
“Well anyway the four of us were going to go back to our dorm to finish the party off for the night, coming Sammy?” April says throwing all her female charms at the boy but he turns to me.
“Are you going?” he asks I can tell he doesn’t seem to really want me to go, but Tom’s choker really feels like a noose at this time and I don’t want to get a punishment from him tonight.
“Yeah I think I am, are you?” I beg for him to say no, but I already know Tom’s plan by now, and it doesn’t involve a happy ending for me.
“Nah I can’t I’m probably going to hang here for a while then head back to the room, have your key?”
“Yeah, thanks have fun, sorry about bumping into you earlier”
“Yeah you too, and don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us” and he nodded to the other and headed away.
After Sam left April walked over slipped one hand on to a tit and pulled me down to a lip lock that told me how turned on she was, and then whispered “this lips and my pussy are going to be Siamese twins” she took my hand and rubbed it under her dress, she was beyond wet “if you fuck up I’m going to tattoo Hitachi on to your tongue, But Tom’s mom says you’re good enough and she gave me a few tips that I hope I don’t have to use.”
“Ladies lets get this party rocking, follow me” as we followed tom out of the bar April would my dress flashing my ass to the world and if someone shouted spank it, she would oblige them, she got five in before we got outside and I didn’t bother trying to hide it, the punishment wouldn’t have been worth it. This was the start of Tom’s new parties. Tom left me with the two in an alley next to the bar while he went to get the car, which was a bad idea because not even a blink a later April hand me knuckles deep inside her and Roger was playing with my tits while steaming up my neck
“God I love your hair” “Yeah get your fucking dirty hands up in there” I don’t know if they were trying to humiliate me or were like this normally. But I knew more than I needed to know about them already, April was tight as hell, Roger was huge, and Tom took forever getting the car he’d already been gone a couple minutes. April pulled my hand out of her dripping snatch and spun around bring and hand under my dress and gripping my balls in a death grip
“put your fingers in your mouth” I did “good now clean them off good” I did, not quite sure what to think about the taste but it wasn’t bad “now finger fuck my ass, look at me” I gripped her tight little ass with one hand and eased a finger with the other, over and over until I got two in and she started rubbing my cock through the fabric with one hand and finger fucking me back with her other “god he has you so well trained, I can’t wait until Sam is part of this. Fucking a dumb bitch like you for shits and gigs is going to be great especially when you get to watch him fuck me because unlike you I’m not some freak of nature, some disgusting…..nasty, slut” and she pulled my finger out and fed it to me, staring me in the eyes with such intensity I actually felt like those things she said, and it hurt that I couldn’t ever possibly be good enough for her or him.
“Get down there and clean me up, you fucking stupid bitch” and she slapped the shit out of me, so hard I fell on all fours and crawled over to her. I could see juices running down her inner left thighs, starting just above her knee and I followed the trail all the way up to her folds where she let out a sigh. I did the same for the other trails until I just had to deal with the source, at which point she grabbed my me by the hard by the hair of my head until I thought I was going to go bald and and held me still while she thrust organ up and down my face, all I could do was hold on to her ass and legs to keep from falling one way or another. Her pubic hair starting to grow back in started scratching me here and there, her clit would catch on my nose or poke me in the eye. I felt my panties being pulled down, and I wanted it so bad “Not yet Rog. Wait until Tom gets here” her shallow breathes making her pitch rise and fall. She then shoved me into you her pussy “Eat me, damn it. I’m so fucking close.” God where is Tom.
“He’s been sitting over there waiting, so either you finish up or I’m starting myself” Thank god.
“Fine I’ll finish in the van damn it, oh god bitch you’re going to pay” she piratically dragged me two feet before she stopped “come on up on your feet you stupid cunt god no wonder you’re a fucking tool” once we got to the mini van a door slid open revealing no middle seats and blanket “heels, panties off now” I do as I’m told and my Heels are just thrown into the van and April takes my panties. “Get in and lets go, you’re on the floor of course” April, Roger, and I all get in the back me on the blanket April and Roger sitting in actual seats. “Stay where you are, Roger do your thing while I explain how this is going to happen.” Roger came behind me and in seconds my hands were handcuffed behind my back “You’re going to be so used up tonight I hope you don’t have classes tomorrow. Your clothes you’re going to have to earn back; Your panties” she then spread her legs and started started to shove them in them in her hole “you have to get me off twice in this ride before we end the night and the dress you have to get Roger to cum in your ass three times, understand?” “Good girl” I feel Roger tie something around my throat and and then pull it as far back as he could and tied it again around my cock and balls “there that should keep your head up and on the prize, now get to eating” The van takes off and I fall forward right into her cream patch running my tongue all over her sacred valley getting a lot of “yeah”s and “RIGHT THERE YOU STUPID CUNT” s while Roger does something behind me and messes with my legs, and then I feel his cock head at my entrance and he slides in. He goes so deep I can’t imagine what its going to look like
I begin to go between eating her ass out to eating her pussy out while still trusting back at Roger, wanting to touch myself so bad but my hands being locked was driving me nuts. I new they were both playing chicken and I didn’t really know when they were calling it a night. I moved my mouth up to April’s clit and applied pressure to it between a my teeth and my tongue, she came in seconds screaming at the top of her lunges pulling my head as deep into her body as she could, and following suite Roger slammed into me one last time holding it. My neck felt like it was going to break right before April literally threw me away and Roger picked me up to feed me his monster of a cock, before I could even guess “ a little under a foot baby, don’t worry we’ll get it in somehow, we always do”
After he started doing the depth test on my throat I felt April shove something in my ass, having my suspicions confirmed in the reflection of the window, She was fucking me with a strap-on and a big one by the feel of it. She would time her thrust with Roger’s, sending his dick as far back into my throat as possible. They kept playing human ping pong with me until her breathing got so ragged she shouted “Turn the bitch around” her strap on gone but she was flooding again, I began to eat her out in earnest and once Roger was balls deep again I started bouncing back at him, hoping to put and end to this night. It seemed like time stopped until she screamed “OH FUCK YEAAAH” and she started humping my face until she died down, and removed my soaking wet panties and dropped them to the floor. She untied the string around my neck and balls while Roger was fucking me and started to make with me one hand deep in my hair the other on my tit until it slid down my body to my cock. “Your clit is so hard baby and you’re just leaking, do you want to come?” I nodded “okay honey but this is the last time you’re going to be able to without a special occasion” and she started playing with my tits and cock to get me off while Roger used my arms as leverage to slam into me. On one thrust he leaned into me and whispered “God you moan like such a little whore, you know that?” and after that he began beating my ass until it was too much, I came. Roger slammed into me one last time while April caught my jizz all in her hand “come on baby, eat it” she said cradling me and feeding me. Roger slid out of me with a wet sound and then undid the handcuffs, before he had me clean him. While I was cleaning April again she gave me the bad news.
“It’s three a.m., and you failed to get Roger off three times” I continued licking her while she petted my hair “but you behaved so well and you tried so hard, I mean its not your fault you’re just a stupid fucked up bitch….is it?” I didn’t know to respond so she yanked my head up and slapped the shit out of me before grabbing my nipple and twisting “I said it?”
The pain hurt so much I started crying and shaking my head no frantically “No miss no”
“No you can’t” she said releasing me and putting my head back in her crotch “so I think we will let you have your dress but you can’t wear it to your door, and I think we’ll see you for lunch tomorrow”
“Thank you miss” and then I felt a cock begin to slid into me and knew it wasn’t Roger it had to be Tom, he wasn’t as long but much thicker, he was just going easy a smooth, easy, even gentle pace. He continued to fuck me even when we were right outside the bar again, with it being totally deserted the entire street dark and quite. The only sounds to be heard were my panting and the slurping on April’s pussy and Tom’s thrusts until he came.
“Okay” he said sound almost dissatisfied “now get your heels on, your panties, and carry the dress and then get the fuck out.”
All of a sudden I’m standing on a street, a block or so from home in nothing but panties with a van following me home. My legs were so unstable and weak, I shook so bad it took a few solid steps to convince myself I wasn’t just going to fall flat on my face. My tits jiggled a bit, my nipples got rock hard from the temperature, but nothing effected me more than the smell. I could smell them all over me and even tell each one from another and I could fell the cum running down my leg. I could feel April’s juice slowly drying on my face, she just might be worse than Tom’s mom The walk felt like an eternity but soon enough I was inside my room, alone. I sneaked to the shower to clean up and try to wash it all away, especially the parts I somewhat enjoyed God, What am I?
Once I had scrubbed as hard as I could and I had dried off I began wondering how I should sleep, up until now I just slept naked because I would normally be used at least two times before I actually made it to school. I went through my suitcases to find something to sleep in only to find that my entire range of shorts to sleep in were stamped with “slut” “Daddy’s girl” and things of like or I could sleep in see through negligees with matching panties or camis, deciding on a green negligee I crawled into bed completely worn out and sore, but I could still smell April’s pussy from my hamper.

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My Tormentor – part 2

I grimace as he continues to twist and pull my nipples forcefully. They’re red and swollen and are starting to hurt. For a split second, I consider asking him to stop – but I have a feeling that he wouldn’t appreciate my interference. Without warning, he seems to lose interest in my nipples and walks away from the bed. He leaves the room without looking at me. I realize that I’ve been panting and try to catch my breath – wondering what else he has in store for me. Minutes pass and I begin to feel the wine working on me. I try to stay alert, briefly considering that my dozing off might anger him before my eyes involuntarily close.
I awaken to a loud clapping noise and a sudden burst of pain. I open my eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. My eyes scan the unfamiliar surroundings and come to rest on a man at least 20 years my senior, dressed in chinos and a light blue, crisp shirt. He’s holding a fly swatter in his hand – which he apparently used to slap my thigh. I’m indignant and am about to yell at him when I remember what I’m doing there – and realize that I’m still tied up. He asks me if he told me that I was allowed to sleep. I fail to respond fast enough and he slaps me again. This time, the blow is hard and really stings – I feel myself flinching. I stutter a meek response, to which he replies with another question. “Did you forget what I told you?” he asks, anger flashing in his eerily dark eyes. I shake my head vigorously, apologizing for my disobedience. He seems pacified for a moment and then tells me that I will have to be punished. Immediately I feel myself getting aroused again almost as soon as the word leaves his mouth: punishment. My clit is starting to pulsate and I know that I’m getting wet already.
He bends down and I see him reaching into what looks like a gym bag and pulls out a large rubber dildo. He asks me if I can think of what he should do with that to punish me. I’m not sure what he wants me to say so I shake my head, slowly, almost afraid to open my mouth. “I’m going to use it to penetrate your anus. Hard. And without lube.” he says calmly. My eyes widen as I try to grasp the impending pain that is about to descend on me. After assessing my understanding of the situation, he continues:”I will force this dildo into your tight, pink puckered hole, pushing it in with all my strength. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if you don’t like it. You will thank me and beg me to continue until I am satisfied.” I nod, slowly, shocked by what he’s just outlined as my punishment.
He unties my ankles and positions a thick pillow under my butt, raising it off the bed. Then he takes two different, much longer pieces of rope. He ties one on each of my ankles, then attaches it to the posts at the head of the bed in a way that forces my legs widely apart to the point of hurting. I am no more exposed than before, vulnerable. He has a clear, unobstructed view of his goal – and unlimited access. He stands at the foot of the bed and looks are me, a thin dark smile crossing his lips. He tells me that he’s going to have a lot of fun punishing me. He moves closer, the huge toy precariously held in his hand, and moves it between my legs. I feel the rubber tip being nudged between my butt cheeks and instinctively start to squirm. Suddenly, I’m scared and worried about just how far he’s going to go – and just how much pain he’s going to inflict. He puts both hands on the dildo and, without warning, leans hard against it, shoving a couple of inches into my ass within seconds. I scream out in pain as he violently stretches my anus.
My eyes fill with tears and I see him smile appreciatively. He continues to lean against the dildo with his whole weight in an attempt to cram it in, inch by inch. I start crying, begging him to stop. He looks up at me, angry, and yells at me. He calls me a stupid bitch and asks me if I forgot again what he just told me. Afraid he might do worse, I beg him to forgive me and promise to do as he asks. He nods as if to say, you’d better, and continues assaulting my anus, stretching it painfully. As if in trance, I start thanking him for sodomizing me and begging him to continue. And he does. Once the dildo hits resistance, he pulls it out half way and shoves it back it. I scream again, tears now streaming down my face and he continues to violate me. Again, I thank him for abusing me and plead him not to stop. He smiles broadly, pulls out the dildo and shoves his cock into my sore, bruised anus. He starts ramming his cock in roughly, hard, slamming it in and out of me as though his sole intention is to hurt me. “Beg me to fuck your asshole, slut!” he screams at me, and I comply. He continues until I feel his hot sticky cum oozing out of his cock and into my anus. He moans loudly as he fills me up, telling me that I should be happy to receive his seed.
He pulls out and gets off the bed, grinning as he looks into my tear-streaked face. He walks over to me and slaps my face, hard, telling me that he’ll do much worse if I ever disobey him again. He unties my ankles and wrists and tells me to come with him. I do as he says, shaking and hurting, I wobble behind him. He leads me to a luxurious bathroom where a large, filled tub waits for me. Sitting on what looks like an antique chair are a stack of fluffy white pillows and a bathrobe. I feel a wave of relief wash over me and slowly walk towards the tub. His voice startles me. “Not so fast!” he says as I’m about to step into the tub and roughly bends me over the rim. Before I can say or do anything, I feel his large, thick cock head burrying into the folds of my pussy. He laughs and tells me that I’m soaked already. I feel a sense of shame now that he knows how much everything he did to me turned me on. I moan uncontrollably as he sticks his cock into my pussy, thrusting hard and deep into me and calling me his whore. I don’t even question the fact that he’s not wearing a condom – it seems understood that he wants to cum in me and make a feel like a cheap slut. He fucks me harder and harder, his balls slapping my ass until I feel him filling me up again, his milky white juice squirting deep into my pussy. When he pulls out he tells me to turn around and finger myself. Two fingers, he says, and I stick them into my pussy without waiting. He watches for a second or two and tells me to taste them. I bring my cum covered fingers to my mouth and taste him, slowly, licking it all off.
He smiles and tells me to get in the tub. I step in carefully, my holes hurting and sore from his painful penetrations. He gets in with me and starts kissing me, soft, gentle kisses. I’m surprised and apprehensive, wondering what his intentions are. He massages my aching nipples, slowly, carefully, and tells me that I did good. I begin to relax a little and close my eyes. I can almost pretend my anus doesn’t feel like someone just ripped it in half. I could leave, but I know I won’t – and he knows it too. He knows that he owns me, not just because he can but because I will let him. He whispers in my ear that he wants to watch me get fucked by a group of black men, 15, 20, maybe more. He tells me that he wants to watch them take turns penetrating my pussy and asshole, over and over, each of them filling my holes with cum. I’m frightened and excited at the same time, but I just nod and tell him that I will do whatever he wants. He smiles at me and says: “I know.”
TO BE CONTINUED…

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A Craigslist Fantasy Becomes Reality

A girl meets her Master for the first time! Warning this story is hardcore and involves puking if that is not your thing please move on if you like it please hit like, I REALLY appreciate it! Happy reading!