Domination/submission

The Sex Rehab Diaries: Rachel?s Confession

I found this story on another site and didn’t see it here (although the search engine leaves me with some challenges). The author was Dancing Doll. Author’s Note: The Sex Rehab Diaries is an ongoing series, featuring the intimate confessions of the patients of Dr Clark’s group therapy class for sexual addictions at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health

My Slutty wife used as a Dog Slave Bitch part 11

My Slutty Wife Used as a Dog slave Bitch
Part 11
The black master then took the jar that held what was left of the big mean fire ants and vigorously started shaking it, this really stirred them up, and had momentarily stuck it in front of Sissy’s face so that she could see how incensed they had become!!! Sissy’s eyes were now wide with excitement and fear as she was now not so sure that she really wanted this sadistic ordeal to proceed? The master then mockingly asked, after seeing the genuine fear in her eyes, is this really what you want? Sissy’s head shook back and forth in a gesture of no, but the words she spoke were a definite yes! It did not matter as the big black master had no intention of stopping this sadistic ritual!!! He then opened the lid slightly and dumped out about a dozen of the fire ants on each of her soft tender little titties!!!… They immediately started stinging her breasts and when they found her unprotected almost virgin nipples had started to not only sting they were also biting into into her tender flesh!!!….The painful and stimulating sensation was more that she could endure as she started screaming and begging him to get the dam things off!!!.. OMG this certainly was torture or was it?!…
But it had only just begun, when he then took what was left of the fire ants and again had shaken them up and undid the top just enough to dumped the rest of them down into her open vaginal tunnel and held the bottle over her opening tapping it as he released the ratchet on the Vaginal Speculum and slid it out!!!… Several of the ants had managed to hang on as it came out, and as the folds of her pussy lips and slit first contracted, and then snapped shut it had also squeezes a half dozen or so of the ants out that were now trying to free themselves of the sticky goo! These ants along with the ones on the end of the Speculum had now migrated to or had been deposited onto her clit and several were stinging and biting her dark pink tight little ass hole sphincter! Sissy was now screeching almost incoherently as the ants started to sting and bite, the ones that were now down in her cunt were not happy either and were starting to take out their displeasure on the innermost soft tender flesh deep inside of her cunt! The pain and pleasure was now going from one extream to the other just as it had done with Jane!! The black master let the ants take there time in reaching the peak of their frenzy!!!……
He told Patty to get down on her knees in front of him and to put her hands behind her back! Patty still totally nude instantly hopped off of the other bed from where she had been watching and was quickly down on her knees! The black master then said tilt your head back and open your pretty little mouth as wide as you can! I want to see just how good you are at deep throating a big black cock!! Patty had tilted her head back closed her eyes and had opened her mouth as wide as she could, in anticipation! The black master wasted no time in first grabbing the back of Patty’s head and sticking the head of his cock into her mouth as he raised up slightly on his toes to get the best angle and shoved it down her throat as far as it would go!!!!….
Patty gagged choked and could now barely breath through her nose as he started pumping it up and down. She dutifully held her hands behind her back as she had been told, as the big piston head of his cock went up and down one could see her throat muscles swell each time from the movement of his cock, and if this was not cruel enough he pinched off her nose that left little room for air to reach her lungs! But she still obediently held her hands behind her back and tried to suck just as she had been told!
At about the time Patty was starting to turn blue with her eyes wide in disbelief the master let loose of her nose! She gasped for air as he forced his big black cock down just a little farther making it harder for her to catch her breath! OMG it was big hard and black and she was barely able to keep it that way, as she did her best by lip locking the head of his cock to keep him from finally pulling out! He was harder than ever now and the ants were at their peak! Sissy had been stung and bitten and she was at her sensual and sadistic height, the master had gone from Patty’s sucking saliva dripping mouth to Sissy’s sadistically well stung and bitten pussy! His gigantic cock slowly slipped in past her tight little pelvic opening as he forcefully and brutally shoved it to her. For Sissy it was almost a pleasurable relief to some extent as the ants were crushed and abused by his hard cock as it fully penetrated the depth, and he began to stretch and pound her pussy!!!!…. On one hand it was pleasure and on the other those ants that were left had been taking out there revenge on the inside of Sissy’s sweet pink internal vaginal flesh! The ants that were inside her had found the most sensitive of places, “Her “”G”” Spot” OMG,OMG,OMG….. what was happening?!!!!!.. Now Sissy was unable to distinguish between sadistic pain or sadistic pleasure as they used and abused this tender spot and the big black dick slammed in and out?
Like Jane, Sissy was traveling down a sadistic and sexually stimulating path into depraved and brutal sex, but it was a path that beckoned her with tantalizing and endless possibilities and for her the likes of which was more than ready to boldly or helplessly explore! She had orgasmed more than half a dozen times in pain and pleasure. The big black master also orgasmed the first was a gigantic load followed by a less forceful one, after recovering from the first. He to, had been stung and bitten by the ants, but all it did for him was to make him harder and want to pound her ever more vigorously.
The gypsies would have been proud and would have made him a honorary member of their tribe if they would have known, as he performed admirably under the circumstances especially for one that had never known about such a sadistic and abusive ritual until only days before.
All four of the girls over the weekend had recovered and recounted there experiences in detail, Kate had really enjoyed herself as a mistress with all the new found delights along with being around Sissy and having her both as a submissive and a very aggressive lover was one of the most wonderful things that she thought would ever happen. Patty on the other hand was now much like Sissy as anything that had to do with sex or even animals was very appealing to her. Jane though had gone from a virgin to not only being hard fucked by an animal she had the the pleasure of her first real intercourse with a bunch of well hung little people, “gypsies” and the animal part was even better. The anteater who’s cock was not only gigantic, but the the thing had also really sucked her off with his snoot while getting rid of the fire ants! For her it was an incredible sexual experience. But after the girls had told her how the big black master had brought her home and that she rode his big black cock all the way, Sissy had even taken several pictures of Jane’s pussy being penetrated and only a picture of the actual size and length as it finally came out of Jane would make her believe it really happened. She never thought that a cock this size could be put into any young girl let alone her. But the pictures clearly had shown that all 10” was fully buried in her and that she had this incredible look of bliss on her half asleep face when he finally pulled out, it was as if the head would never appear!
For Jane this along with her dream that now was apparently no dream, and along with her flash backs had become an even more vivid reality. OMG her craving for black cock and the bigger the better was now her most addictive and most sinful interest. Her boyfriend who she thought was big, was only half the size of this big black man, and her interest in him was now tempered.
Sissy had taken all of what had happened at her neighbors Quonset hut and also what had happened in her bedroom in stride, just as if it happened all the time. The upcoming junior senior prom was the next big event and all of the girls, with the exception of Kate, had made a pact to see just how many of the high school boys they could not only suck off, but to see how many them would no longer be virgins when prom night was over, so the race was on. Jane agreed to the pact halfheartedly , but her focus was now on the black football players who had teased her quite mercifully about trying some black cock during many of the games as a cheerleader. She was now quite interested in turning the tables and seeing if they were all hung as well as they boasted and if they would even compared to the black master. She was also going to enjoy her new found sexual freedom!, and had planned on bringing tears of pleasure to not only the captain of the football team, but was going to do the same to the rest of the players especially the black ones!
They, the girls had decided to go to the prom together as singles with out dates both Patty and Jane’s boyfriends were not happy about this decision but they both had treated the girls poorly and now the girls knew that they could easily be in charge, so this mattered little!
The girls Sissy, Patty and Jane with the help of their parents had rented a limousine and had told them that they were all going to the prom together, but what they didn’t tell them was that no boys were going to be their dates or would be escorting them. They also with out there parents knowledge had rented a suite at a rather hi class adult hotel. For Sissy it didn’t matter as her parents were no where to be found anyway and had only called to wish her well as for her she was only a junior and had one more year in high school.
This was when I first met Sissy. I was home on leave and had been in the Navy about a year as I had graduated the previous year and had been invited back for the prom. Many things had happened since I had graduated and I had gone into the Navy I had been very successful in dating girls in high school but most were traditional vanilla and did not want to indulge in sex..or kinky sex. I had been wild, had a motorcycle and had hung out with a bunch of older guys along with joining their club. I had also attended some very wild parties out in the woods and on Tin Can Beach in Long Beach and later in San Pedro. This is where I was exposed to some of the more brutal and sadistic sex as the initiation rituals that were required to belong to these clubs for the girls were quite something to see and be involved in. Most had to get naked and to either give blow jobs to the other club members or to be gang banged by them all in order to be a member. The club president always got the first crack at the girls who wanted to be members., and especially if she was a young dumb innocent little virgin of a cunt! Many were wannabe’s and had no idea as to what might really happen to them until it was to late and others knew exactly what they were doing and was expected of them. They went to these parties to get exactly what they wanted!
I remember being out at a party in the hills and woods at a place called high rocks there were three young girls that fit this description and were quite innocently stupid, but were also eager to be biker chicks. Several of the older biker girls were having a great time telling them in detail what was to be expected of them and what they were required to do in order to become members and, asking them were they sure that this is what they wanted! None of the girls wanted to chicken out in front of each other and all said yes. They were dead set on going through with what ever the club members had in mind for them. First they were told to take off all of there clothes, followed by throwing them into the big bonfire! When they were totally naked and their clothes were burnt and gone a piece of duct tape first was placed over their eyes followed by having their wrists being taped rather tightly behind their backs. After this they were marched back into a more secluded part of the woods to a large clearing around a big bond fire and told to get down on their knees and wait?
Our club president was a black guy and one of only a few that were in our club at the time and he had invited another club of all black bikers along with their bitches most were black but some of their biker bitches were white. He had asked them to come and help with the initiation.
The girls now naked bound blindfolded were down on there knees and had no idea who or what was coming next. As they heard motorcycles. They were going to used and abused sexually sadistically by these older hardened black men and sadistic bitch biker women!
I remember watching this incredible sexual sadistic perversion and ritual and how much it impressed me as these young girls screamed moaned groaned and how they begged to be set free and then begged to be used some more. These girls had gone from innocence to slutty little cock sucking whores in only a matter of hours. It is really strange amusing and in lighting to see a girl that had maybe sucked her boy friend off once, go from this to being naked on her knees and tilting her head back hollering I want more cock! None of them knew at first that they were giving blow jobs to all black men and that most had some rather large cocks! These large hard cocks would then be used to fuck them hard in their pussies or in there ass! The bitches were also having fun taking turns forcing them to eat their black pussies none of these three girls had ever gone down on another girl much less a full grown well used wide open juicy piece of black pussy. Several of these older women bitches had enjoyed multiple orgasms at these young girls expense especially after having taught coached and forced their lips and tongue to do things they had never done before to a well abused and full grown set of pussy lips and clitoris!
One time I had been at a party in San Pedro and was so drunk at this party I could hardly see and had not been a member of the club very long. When they brought in some young little cunt she had more than enough to drink and they were egging her on telling her that to be a member she had to allow them to do what ever they wanted to her sexually. She said that she would do anything! First they had her strip totally naked, in front of everyone which she did easily. Then they put her on the back of a motorcycle and ran her up and down the block at a high rate of speed. She was having a good time showing off her tits and ass when they brought her back into this old house where the party was going on. . By then there was about 35 to 40 people about half babes and the other biker club members she then had to start sucking them off and the biker girls were helping make her do their men by holding her head down on their pricks and vigorously working it up and down by her hair they were being quite mean and forceful to her as they did this!
She must have sucked off at least a dozen guys as her lipstick was smeared and she was begging for more cock and kept saying she wanted to be a member of the club. The biker girls that were holding her said you are really going to get the full treatment tonight. They had taken her into the family room of this old house and had spread eagled her cross ways on this old wooden dining room table her head was hanging over one end and her bottom over the other. She was totally nude when they carried her by, she was then held wide apart and I think they used some alcohol or lighter fluid and singed her pubic hair off! She was a pretty young thing having her pubic hair burnt off did not seem to phase her and I could hear her screaming for them to fuck her harder until some one took her wet little panties she had discarded earlier and jammed them into her mouth to shut her up!
Then I think they all started fucking her and I even think that they invited members another motorcycle gang over to do her as well this was a very common practice with rival gangs so as to keep peace.. I was so drunk one of the few times in my life that I had let this happen that I never got to do her, but I remember her making helpless noises of sinful pleasure as they fucked the crap out of her!
For me at the tender age of 16 this was my introduction into kinky abusive and brutal sex the sounds that this young girl made were both painful and pleasurable as I heard her beg them to fuck her harder. Up until this time I didn’t know that their were women that really enjoyed being treated like this, and to see a relatively young girl crave and even beg to be defiled in such a harsh and sadistically brutal way was a great turn on for many men including me. From this point on I wanted a girl who craved this kind of sexual abuse or even worse.
When I met Sissy we knew almost instantly that we were made for each other! She was the red haired green eyed thing that would get most men hard just watching her, and that they, me or anyone would consider perfect for sex!. She stood 5’3” and had weighed about 105 pounds. She had white little 32” C sized virgin titties at 15, to slightly larger 34” breasts, later at 18. The other thing about her was, her little breasts, they pointed up and out to each side quite unusually provocative, and that still required no bra, this along with a slender waist, and a full and very plump round 36”ass! Both giggled and wiggled with little effort!making her ever so more sinfully appealing! She had worn a prom dress that left little of these attributes to ones imagination with nothing under it!
She had been inviting several of the younger boys out into the hall and then down into the basement of the big auditorium she knew they were virgins. One, only a few weeks earlier had teased her mercifully about her knowledge of sex, when he knew little more that she, he was her first target!. These boys had been trying to act older and to be more grown up. Sissy now was so far ahead of them in her knowledge of sex along with her newly acquired reputation of being a wild sexy and easy lay that she had no trouble at all in convincing them to accompany her. She invited each of them down into the basemen with the offer they could fondle and play with her tits. She had been doing this to one young boy at a time, once she got them in the basement she would pull her top down and let them play with her breasts and then get down on her knees unzip their pants pull out there hard little cocks and start giving them blow jobs!
Most would prematurely ejaculate before she hardly even touched them. She was having a great time and a lot of fun humiliating them in front of their friends and occasionally would get a good mouthful of cum, something she seemed to crave more and more, but these young men were docile and submissive and she quickly tired of this rater amusing and enjoyable escapade.
For her after what she had been through the last several weeks wanted hard and abusive sex, and lots of it! I had seen her take one young man after the other down into the basemen. She would then return by herself looking for another victim. After I had seen her take a half dozen young men from the prom, I had worked my way over and had grabbed her and had told her that I was going to take her down into the basement and make her squeal and that all the young boys she had embarrassed could come and watch. Once down there I unzipped her prom dress and pulled it off leaving her naked in only heels. This was one of the wonderful things I loved about Sissy her fair white skin her beautiful red hair and the small but perfectly shaped little titties! And beautiful round bottom that now had Dog Slave Bitch! Prominently branded on her right lower buttock.
One of the older boys that was aware of her reputation of being a dog slave bitch and told me to give her the command for the bitch mating position. I had never heard of such a thing and was quite intrigued my the thought of what would happen and what she would do when given the command! Several of the young men that she previously humiliated had followed us down into the basement wondering what was going on, but I had a surprise for her . I had played football at this school both in my junior and senior year. Several of the players I had played with were now seniors and quite a number of them were black guys these were the ones that Jane was now interested in. But since I knew them I had asked them to meet me in the basement they weren’t sure what was going on either but were waiting when we arrived. I told sissy to assume the bitch mating position and was amazed to see her instantly on her knees with her bottom up in the air and her hands and arms out in front of her! What was of most interest to everyone was the brand on her right ass cheek that said DOG SLAVE BITCH! Her little cunt was wide open and almost dripping in anticipation and her little clit was swollen dark pink and sticking out just like a dog in heat!
To be continued in part 12

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A Night Out – Part 4

Part 4
We head out of the club and back up the alley to the main road. I hail a passing black cab and we climb into the seat.
I give the name of a road you are unfamiliar with to the driver and we set off.
You give me a questioning look, but I just smile in return, my hand rests on your knee, then slides softly up and down your thigh, each stroke venturing a little higher.
You decide to lean back in your seat and enjoy the ride. The mixture of the wine you have had and the soft stroking of your thigh is making you feel relaxed.
You are brought back from your thoughts when the taxi halts and I motion for you to exit the cab. I pay the driver and join you on the pavement.
You look around. You recognise from the buildings that we are in the area of town which is popular with young drinkers. There are several bars and clubs, all competing for the same late teens and early twenties crowd. The streets are fairly busy. Many of the bars have pavement seating set out. Several drinkers glance across but don’t stare for long.
I take you by the hand and lead you along the street.
You catch your reflection in the window of one of the bars we pass.
You are looking a bit dishevelled after visiting the last club and you plan to take a trip to the ladies as soon as we arrive at where we are going, but for now you are enjoying the fact that you have spent the day being well fucked.
A gently breeze blows up and under the hem of your dress and feels like a cool breath on your exposed pussy. You smile.
I stop outside the entrance to one of the bars. You see that it is just a door at street level and you realise that it must be a basement bar. The name ‘Lucky’s’ and a shamrock logo are glowing in green neon above the door. You spot me handing the guy on the door a card. He examines the card, smiles and stands to the side, revealing the sign on the door saying ‘Closed Tonight: Private Party’.
Once through the main door you are faced with a steep flight of stairs leading down, into the basement. You concentrate, knowing the descent in high heels will be tricky, given the amount of wine you have had.
You successfully make your way down, holding the handrail. I follow you, a couple of steps behind.
At the bottom you turn right, through a doorway, into a bar area.
The bar area is quite small. There are only around half a dozen small round tables, and seating for no more than twenty five people.
All the seating would be taken if the people in the bar were sat down, but they are not. They are mainly stood at or near the bar counter itself, holding pints, bottles of lager, and, or shot glasses.
You notice, somewhat surprisingly, that all the customers are men, young men, mainly in their twenties who all seem to be quite big but not fat.
Your heart starts to beat a little quicker.
You again give me a questioning look, but again you only get a smile in reply.
I take you by the hand and lead you to the bar. The crowd of blokes parts to let us through. I order a bottle of lager and a large glass of wine from the young waitress.
You feel all the eyes in the room are on you as you take a large drink from the wine glass.
You turn and face the room. The crowd has formed a semi-circle around where you are stood.
You look out at the sea of faces, unable to make out individuals, as your head spins and your mind travels at one hundred miles an hour.
You suddenly become aware that a wooden box has appeared in front of you?
You feel me take your hand and leave you in no doubt that I want you to stand on the box.
Your knees wobble a little, but you take in a breath, steady yourself, and climb onto the box. It has raised you only about twelve inches off the floor, but in the small area of this bar, it feels higher. You are instantly reminded of the events which took place on-stage earlier tonight.
You see and hear the crowd of blokes begin to clap. Not applause, but slow loud handclaps, in time, together. Clap,………Clap,……..Clap,………Clap!
You feel the hem of your dress being lifted. You look down, and behind over your shoulder, to see it is me raising the dress. I raise it a little higher, revealing to the crowd the lace tops of your cum stained stocking and the flesh of your inner thighs.
A large cheer erupts from the male audience!
The cheer increases in volume as your naked pussy is exposed and comes into view.
You gasp. You feel as though it is not you stood on the box. You imagine yourself instead to be one of the crowd, watching as the dress is lifted all the way up, revealing first the suspender belt around the waist of ‘the woman on the box’, then the bare stomach, then the sheer material of a black bra. The dress is then removed completely, leaving ‘the woman’ half-naked, stood on a box, surrounded by a large group of men she has never met before!
A loud cheer from the crowd brings you back to reality – it is you on the box.
I take a hold of your hand. You begin to turn around slowly on the box as I begin to walk slowly around it displaying you to the audience . As you reach the point where you have turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and you are facing the bar counter, you spot the young waitress watching you. She smiles, knowingly. You attempt to smile back but you are aware that now your backside is facing towards the crowd there is renewed cheering and some whistling.
My journey around the box continues and you turn once more to face the crowd of men. Many of them are now pointing their camera phones at you, clicking away! You are filled with a sense of dread when it dawns on you that those pictures will probably be sent by text to their mates, and their mates, and eventually to hundreds, maybe thousands of people! They may even end up posted on the internet!
I move your hand in front of you, and you realise I am helping you to step down off the box. You carefully step down but wobble a little as your heel lands on an uneven section of the beer stained wooden floor. You wonder if this is the only reason you have been brought to this bar, to be paraded on a box for the delight of this crowd of young men!
You walk forward, following, as I lead you towards one of the small square tables. It is the only one completely empty of any glasses or bottles.
You stand in front of the table, facing me as I am stood at the other side of it. I take both your hands in mine and pull you gently forward towards me, bending you at the waist, over the table. You lower your body down. Your heels make your calves stretch tight. The familiar pain shoots up the back of your legs.
Your bra covered tits rest on the table. Your bare arse is on display though, pointing at the crowd of men who have positioned themselves in a newly formed semi-circle around and behind you.
“Dave should go first, it’s his stag do!”
You wonder how the hell you have ended up here! You are lay face down on a dirty wooden table, your hands are being held tight by the wrists! Your tits are rubbing raw on the table completely unprotected by the very thin material of your black bra. Your stocking clad legs are stretched tight as you stand in high heels, bending forward, over the table. Your naked pussy and arse are exposed and you are about to be fucked by some guy on his stag do, and god knows how many of his mates!
You feel what you can only assume to be Dave’s fingers on your backside, the thumb and forefinger kneading and parting your arse cheeks, exposing your fleshy pussy lips.
Your pussy has been fucked a lot today and you have the sensation that the fleshy lips are puffy and loose. It will take at least one good night’s sleep for your pussy to regain its natural size and shape!
The thoughts of how your pussy might look at this particular moment disappear when you feel the head of Dave’s cock on your pussy. He has parted your lips with the fingers of his left hand and he is using his right hand to guide his cock slowly into you.
You feel the head of his cock push its way into you. You are surprised how easily he slips inside. It is now over two hours since your pussy was filled with the cum of the stranger in the alleyway. Maybe, the large dildo in the previous club has stretched your pussy wide? Maybe Dave is not blessed with a large cock?
Again your thoughts return to the present as you feel Dave begin banging away for all he is worth even though you feel as though he is barely touching the sides! He is holding your hips tightly and thrusting quickly in and out. You are relieved when he finally shoots his hot sperm into you and withdraws. A loud cheer from behind lets you know that Dave’s mates enjoyed his performance.
“Rick, you’re the best man, you go next”. You hear one of the lads say.
You decide that to relieve the pressure on them you need to move your legs. You part them a little further, allowing you to rest more of your weight on the table. The action also causes some of Dave’s freshly deposited spunk to drip from your pussy. You hear it plop as it hits the dirty wooden floor.
You feel a new hard cock being placed on your pussy. It only rests for a fraction of a second before it rams inside you. Despite the lubricating effect of Dave’s spunk, you feel Rick’s cock filling your pussy. Rick must be bigger that Dave!
Rick begins to pump his cock in and out. His large cock feels good. He leans over your back and grabs your bra strap, using it as a handle to help him thrust harder and deeper into you. You are just beginning to enjoy Rick when you feel him stand up straight and stop pumping. He grabs your hips firmly and with one final thrust, his hot spunk is jetted inside you! After only a moment Rick’s cock slips out of your pussy and your feel a fresh large glob of spunk leave you and your hear it squelch as it drops onto the floor.
You raise your head and look into my eyes a hundred questions race through your mind. I smile at you and purse my lips into a kiss, bringing my head low I plant the kiss on your forehead.
I pull your arms once more and you close your eyes as you lay your head back down on the table.
From behind you, you hear the shout of “My turn!”
Another cock is inside you before you can even ready yourself to receive it, the owner of the cock has a firm hold of your hips and he is pumping away like a man possessed. He cums quickly and you feel more hot spunk squirt inside you. Then once more you feel the cock leave you and some fresh spunk flow out of your pussy to join the other liquid mess already on the floor.
You close your eyes tight as a fourth cock is now buried in your dripping, cum filled, pussy. You barely feel it as it slides in and out. Again, you wonder if this bloke is small, or if your stretched and well lubricated pussy is the reason? The bloke grips your hips tight and then shoots his load inside you. After he withdraws from your pussy you feel more hot cum drip from you. Some of it drops straight down onto the growing puddle on the floor, and some begins to slide down your inner thigh.
The fifth cock to enter you is the largest you have had! It’s bigger than Rick’s! Thanks to the large amount of cum inside it, your pussy accommodates the new cock with relative ease! You can feel that this new cock is not only very long, but also very thick! You make an effort to clench and un-clench your pussy onto this cock, determined to try and enjoy the experience rather than be just enjoyed! Your are extremely tired after all of today’s events and all your muscles ache so you have to concentrate hard. Eventually you are happy with the rhythm established between you and ‘number 5’. You are definitely enjoying this cock, it feels good as it slides effortlessly in and out. You begin to moan a little as you start to loose yourself in the moment.
The rhythm begins to increase, the pumping becomes faster, harder and deeper. You feel the first signs of your own orgasm begin to build. You try to push your hips back to meet the thrusts into you. Your pelvis is sliding back and forth on the edge of the table, your newly aroused and hardened clit is being rubbed in time with the motion. Your orgasm is upon you! You thrash your hips from side to side, trying to rub your clit on the table edge! The orgasm racks your lower body, then consumes all of you, and despite still being held tightly by the wrists, your arms flail around, as the final waves of pleasure wash over you!
Your orgasm sends the bloke inside you over the edge! He pulls his cock out of your pussy and you feel his hot spunk land on your back! A second spurt lands on you back too. His third spurt is felt on your arse, the hot fluid landing right on your hole. You feel the cock being placed on your crack and then rubbed slowly back and forth before you feel it lifted away and disappear altogether.
A cheer from the crowd brings you back into reality again! You open your eyes and blink.
“Who’s next?” you hear.
“After Big Pete, I think she is going to be like a bucket!” Another voice replies, laughing.
“Dave’s Dad should have a go!” A new voice shouts.
A huge cheer reveals that the crowd agree with the suggestion.
You close your eyes and lower your head once more. You move your legs, again trying to relieve the tension which is noticeable in your calves.
You feel a cock being rubbed along your crack, between your arse cheeks, sliding up and down on Big Pete’s recently deposited spunk.
You feel the cock slide effortlessly into your pussy.
“You’re right. Pete has stretched this cunt wide as a bucket!” The voice from behind you does belong to an older man.
You feel the cock slip out of your pussy and then feel it rest on the entrance to your arse!
A loud cheer from the crowd alerts you to what is about to happen it is the last thing you hear before you feel the cock being pushed firmly into your arse.
You feel it slide in quite easily. The combination of being fucked in the arse three times already today, and the large amount of cum which has been deposited on your bottom and pussy, helps the cock to enter your normally very tight hole.
You feel the cock as it slides in and out. The action causes more of the spunk in your pussy to leak out and run down the inner thigh of your right leg. You feel it reach the tops of your stocking, which begin to soak up the fluid.
Dave’s dad pumps his cock in and out of your arse. Your clit is again being rubbed on the table edge by the motion. You feel tiny shock waves dart up inside you every time your clit is stimulated. You are nowhere near reaching another orgasm but the constant stimulation is giving you great pleasure, all the same.
You sense the familiar signs, as Dave’s dad’s own orgasm begins. He takes a firm hold on your hips and then with a final thrust he shoots his cum up into your arse.
A couple more hard thrusts to finish and his cock slides out. You sink down onto the table. Your knees finally give way. They have been locked in position whilst the six men have fucked you.
Your wrists are released. You slide from the table and sink to your knees on the cum soaked floor. You look down between your legs as a stream of spunk leaks out of your pussy to join the puddle already there. You see your pussy lips, swollen and now no longer pink but bright red in colour.
Your shoulders sag as fatigue and exhaustion take over you.
You hear a cheer from behind, and then applause! The men are all clapping and whistling! And like for any performer who has just pleased an audience, a warm satisfied feeling spreads over you.
Your right hand is held, and then lifted. You raise your head and see me helping you to your feet. You stand reluctantly. Your legs are like jelly. However, you let yourself be led.
I lead you away from the crowd, towards the back of the room. There are two doors on the back wall. Ladies and Gents.
A sign on the ladies reads ‘Out of Order’.
I push open the door to the gents and, still holding your hand, I lead you inside.
The toilets are small, only one cubicle, two wall-mounted urinals, a single wash basin and an electric hand dryer. The toilets are empty.
I walk you over to the urinals, your heels clip clip clip on the clay tiled floor.
I turn you to face me and, with my hands on your shoulders, I lower you to a sitting position on the porcelain urinal, facing outwards.
You spread your legs wide and begin to piss a hot stream into the bowl beneath you. The liquid bounces of the blue cakes in the bowl, and splashes up; wetting your bottom, your pussy and your inner thighs. You lean forward, resting your hands on me as you finish peeing.
You are then aware that four of the lads from the stag party have entered the toilets. The first one goes into the cubicle and very soon after you hear the sound of piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl.
A second marches up to the vacant urinal next to the one you are sat on. He takes out his cock and begins to piss. His stream is fast and as it hits the blue cakes in the urinal hard, steam rises from the hot liquid.
The third bloke to enter the toilet has run out of options. He looks at the sink, but just as he is about to relieve himself in it, I stand to one side and point between your legs.
The bloke takes out his cock as he moves towards ‘your’ urinal. He stands between your legs and begins to piss. He is a good shot. His hot stream lands mostly between your thighs and in the urinal itself. The lager fuelled piss is hot and steamy. As the stream continues the bloke decides to take a chance. He deliberately aims his stream at your pussy! The hot liquid soaks your pussy, cleaning off some of the spunk which had been there.
The bloke finishes. He has barely had chance to put his cock away when the fourth guy who entered the toilet pushes him to the side and begins to piss on you!
This guy is not even attempting to get the piss into the urinal! He pisses on your pussy, then moves the stream up higher and onto your stomach. The hot piss bounces off you. Now he moves the stream even higher. He is pissing on your tits, the ultra sheer material of your bra is now completely transparent. As the power in the stream begins to fade, it falls back down to you stomach, your pussy, and your inner thighs.
The guy stops pissing.
“I think you have got some cleaning up to do” you hear me say to you.
You look up at me and see that I am pointing at the cock of the guy who has just pissed on you.
The guy understands immediately. He positions himself ready as you lower your head and tentatively lick the head of his cock.
Instead of repulsing you, the initial taste of his dirty cock sends you into a frenzy of horny desire. You begin to suck on his cock like a starving filthy whore. The cock is rock hard within seconds and after sucking it for only a few minutes a load of hot cum shoots into your mouth.
You don’t remove the cock until you have sucked all the spunk from it and cleaned it as originally intended.
The guy stands in front of you with his hands on his hips and a huge grin on his face.
The bloke who pissed on you first now swaps places with the guy you just sucked off, he wants a turn.
He stands in front of you with his hands on his hips and his semi-erect cock pointing out of the fly in his jeans.
You reach down and hold the cock, then bend over so that you can guide it into your mouth. Again, you suck like a whore, the cock responds quickly and is fully erect in your mouth. A couple of moments later and another load of cum fills your mouth. You swallow it down, then lick the last few drops off the still hard cock.
The other two lads who had been in the toilets and who had been watching their mates being sucked off by you come closer. They had both been wanking hard whilst watching you blow their mates and now they were ready to cum.
You are expecting to have to suck each of them off, but the first one ejaculates over your tits as soon as he stands next to you, the sight of this sends his mate over the edge too! His spunk also shoots out, most lands on your tits, the second spurt is more powerful and hits your left cheek. You gather the warm spunk on your finger tip and suck it into your mouth.
Both lads now milk their cocks onto your stomach and your thighs.
When they have safely tucked their cocks back in their jeans, all four lads leave laughing and joking with one another.
I help you to your feet. You stand uneasily in your high heels.
I hold out your black dress in front of me, and despite the fact that you are covered in cum and piss, I slip it on over your head. You are too tired too protest.
We go back out into the main bar. You are relieved to see that the stag party seems to have moved on. Only the waitress watches as we make our way to the exit and up the stairs.
You take a deep breath as we leave through the main door and out onto the street.
You then breathe a sigh of relief as you see a taxi waiting right outside the bar, the rear door of the cab is being held open by the bouncer. He smiles knowingly as you clip clip clip quickly across the pavement and dive onto the back seat.
I join you and the cab door closes.
“Station Hotel” I shout through the security glass, and the taxi pulls away from the kerb……
To be continued…..

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Beauties and the beast

The hunter was careful to take his position below the ridge so that his silhouette would not be seen on the skyline. He rested his rifle on a log and lay down as he studied his quarry through the telescopic sight. There they were, two of them, completely unaware that he was observing them from above. Which would he take out first? The one on the right maybe.
It was time to get closer. Noiselessly he moved into the undergrowth.
Both the girls were close to tears. For six hours they had been lost in the forest. The three day walk was meant to be an easy hike, but in the first hour on the second day they had taken a wrong turning. They hadn’t realized that they were lost for another three hours. Then they unwisely tried to find their way back.
For another three hours they wandered aimlessly and all the time the country became steeper and the forest and undergrowth denser. .
Map-less and compass-less they were hopelessly lost and the realization was sinking home. The weather was hot and they were both sweating freely. Their T shirts clung to their upper bodies.
“God, we are so stupid,” muttered Liz. “No-one knows where we are.”
They had planned to go on the hike with their boyfriends, both experienced trampers. But a week ago the young men had announced that they were going to Australia for the university vacations.
“Be good while I’m away Wendy,” Bob had said as he kissed her farewell.”Because I won’t be. But don’t worry I’ll be back between those lovely legs in a couple of months.”
“Bastard,” thought Wendy. “He’s got more chance of flying to the moon by flapping his arms than getting between my legs again.”
Liz had phoned her mother from the apartment she shared with Wendy.
“Hi Mum, Wendy and I are going into the mountains for a week or so.”
“Oh do be careful Liz,”her mother had said.
“Mum don’t be such a fusspot,” Liz had said, switching off the phone.
Her mother wouldn’t miss them for more than a week. She hadn’t even told her which mountains.
“We are so stupid. Why didn’t we sign in at the Park Ranger’s office?”
They put down their backpacks and made a cup of tea. Their feet were aching from the new boots which they hadn’t taken the trouble to wear in properly. They both took them off.
He studied them from only 10 meters away, concealed by the dense undergrowth.
“About 19 or 20. Both tall, the brunette a little taller. Both slim and perhaps the blond had slightly bigger breasts.”
He could appreciate their figures from the way their T shirts clung to their bodies. He liked what he saw.
They were so stupid. If they had lit a fire as soon as they were lost the Rangers would have come to investigate and they would have been safe hours ago. They were brewing their tea on a gas burner. No smoke. Good.
“Good afternoon ladies.”
The girls jumped in shock. He was suddenly just standing there. But a rescuer, thank goodness. They were saved.
Wendy and Liz didn’t feel quite as reassured when they looked at their rescuer. A mountain of a man about 6 foot three and about 30 years old. His tank-top was tight showing enormous musculature. They noticed several scars on his bare arms and legs and tattoos on his bulging triceps.
He was wearing a military style peaked cap and had a huge pack on his back. He had a rifle slung over one shoulder and an enormous knife sheath hung from his belt. Both girls disapproved of hunting, but who other than a hunter would be in these remote hills?
However his wide smile and beautiful teeth were reassuring. A mop of blond hair came out below his cap.
“Thank you so much, we were completely lost,” said Wendy.
“I saw you from the ridge,” he waived behind. “I thought you might be lost so I came to see if I could help.”
He had a lovely accent. At first Liz thought it was German, but then she thought Central European.
“We are so glad you did. This is rude of us. I’m Liz and this is Wendy.”
“I’m Hans.”
“Short for handsome,” thought Wendy. Despite his huge body he really was very attractive.
“I’m thirsty. Would you mind if I had some of your tea.”
“Mind? Of course not. You are welcome to share everything we have.”
“Yes,” he thought. “It will be everything.”
The girls told their story.
“Your boyfriends must be crazy to leave two such beautiful young women.” Hans roared with laughter and the girls giggled. He really was quite dishy.
But Hans frowned when they told him that no-one would miss them them for more than a week.
“Beautiful,” he paused. “But silly.”
Then he looked ashamed of himself.
“Sorry Liz that was rude of me. Not silly. Inexperienced.” Then that loud laughter. “But I’m certainly not going to retract the ‘Beautiful’.”
The girls laughed with him. They were liking Hans more and more.
“But it was dangerous. It would probably take a week for a search to be mounted here. And in these hills, who knows how long before they found you. If they found you at all,” Hans added chillingly.
Wendy and Liz hugged each other. “We know Hans. We are so lucky you were here.”
Both were looking at each other and so didn’t notice a strange gaze which came to Hans’ eyes.
Hans explained that he was Hungarian and had immigrated five years ago. That explained his attractive accent.
“What do you think of the local girls?” asked Wendy.
“If they were all as beautiful as you two I would have thought I had migrated to heaven
That loud ringing laughter again. Wendy and Liz couldn’t stop themselves from giggling.
“Now ladies, we must consider our strategy. It is a five hour hike to safety, but I don’t think you are up to it.”
Wendy and Liz nodded. They were exhausted and their legs and feet hurt.
Actually it was far from five hours as Wendy and Liz had walked in circles. Safety was only a couple of hours away, but it didn’t suit Hans to tell them that.
“Now I could go alone, but I wouldn’t be there until dark. I could bring a rescue team tomorrow morning.
“Oh no Hans,” exclaimed Liz. “We don’t want to spend a night by ourselves. And you might not be able to find us tomorrow. We would be terrified.”
Wendy nodded vigorously.
“Hmm,” said Hans pensively. “Perhaps you are right. We could spend the night out here. Then we can take all day tomorrow to get to the Rangers together.”
Both girls nodded their agreement. Hans smiled.
“I know a nice place to camp. It’s only half an hour, downhill all the way.”
The girls groaned but agreed and reluctantly put their boots on. The journey was made easier as Hans carried their packs in his hands. The packs which seemed so heavy for the girls seemed like playthings for this powerful man.
It did mean that Wendy had to carry Hans’ rifle.
“We’d better take the bullet out. We don’t want an accident.”
“Do you only have one bullet.”
“I only shoot enough to eat.”
This made the girls feel better about his hunting.
“But what if you miss first shot?”
“I never miss.”
Both girls noticed a harshness to his voice as Hans said that. Perhaps it was their imagination. They didn’t comment about it to each other.
Hans was right. It was an easy downhill stroll through the beautiful forest. Suddenly it opened out and they were at a beautiful river valley. On the far side cliffs rose above the river and behind that forest covered hills. The valley was flat, about 2 kilometers long, half a kilometer wide. Birds flitted through the branches of trees and they could see ducks and wading birds where the river widened below them.
Wendy and Liz were captivated.
“Hans, this is a paradise.”
“We must take some photos.”
Both girls took out their mobile phones which had cameras. Hans frowned.
“These have been so useless. We haven’t been able to make a call since we left town.”
Hans stopped frowning.
Liz and Wendy took lots of snaps of their enchanted valley.
“Now some of you Hans.”
Hans frowned.
“Come on, show us your smile and those big muscles.”
Hans obliged. He smiled and braced his biceps.
“That’s nice,” giggled Liz. “This will show our ex boyfriends what a real man is like.”
“Could I see?”
Both girls noticed that clipped tone to his voice but passed their phones.
They noticed how the smile left his face. They saw his frown. They saw his face screw up in anger.
“Modern technology angers me when it doesn’t work. Look at these cellphones. You haven’t been able to make a call for three days. It makes me want to do this.”
He dropped the phones on the ground and stamped on them with his boots. They shattered, but he kept on stamping until they were tiny fragments. But what scared Wendy and Liz the most was the look he gave them. His face was contorted with anger.
They hugged each other in terror. They started to cry. Both realized a nightmare was about to start.
Hans face changed quickly. He now had a sympathetic and considerate expression.
“I am glad you have each other for comfort.
“Look Liz, Wendy has tears on her cheeks. I think she would like it if you kissed them off.”
Both girls froze.
“Ah, you would like it if I showed you how?”
Liz kissed Wendy’s damp cheeks.
They found comfort in each other’s hugs.
“And wonderful Wendy, see how lovely Liz’s tears have flowed to her lips.”
Wendy knew there was no answer to Hans’ suggestion that he would “show them how”.
“I’m sorry dear Liz.”
Wendy brushed her lips across those of her friend and hugged her.
Such was their fear, such was their loneliness that they continued to hold each other for comfort as the tears continued to flow.
“And Liz, your dear friend Wendy will feel comforted if you kiss those tears from her lips.
The girls looked into each other’s eyes.
Liz pecked Wendy’s lips three or four times and then she gently licked some of the tears. Wendy hugged her friend tighter.
“Ah, it pleases me to see how you draw comfort from each other.”
Still hugging, Liz and Wendy turned to look at Hans. All sign of his fury had gone. His face had a tender, almost innocent concern.
But then he frowned.
“Wendy and Liz, we need to discuss your position. Your dire position. Please sit on the grass.”
A feeling of dread went through both their stomachs. They sat side by side with their arms around each other’s shoulders.
Hans sat cross-legged on the ground in front of them about three meters away.
“You have realized by now that you are five hours away from safety, even if you could find the way. You have realized by now that you are my prisoners. You have realized that no-one will start looking for you for a week.”
Hans looked at them with a flinty stare. Wendy and Liz knew he was telling the dreadful truth
“You should also realize that I am an experienced hunter and that should you try to escape, I will catch you before you have gone a kilometer.”
“I believe your only chance is to surprise me and kill me.”
He paused, continuing his steely stare.
‘But, my beautiful captives, that may not be easy.” Hans pointed to an insignia tattooed on his left tricep.
“This is the insignia of the elite Hungarian Kommandos. I had the privilege to be a member for four years. During that time many highly trained and very determined men tried to kill me. It pained me, a peace loving man, to have to kill a great number of them.”
Wendy’s finger nails dug into Liz’s shoulder in horror. Both realized they had fallen into the hands of a cold-blooded killer.
This was too much for Liz. Her tears flowed and she burst into loud sobs.
Wendy, in desperation hugged Liz tighter and rolled her onto the grass. They lay facing each other. Wendy stroked Liz’s hair as she continued to sob. Instinctively she guided Liz’s head down to her T shirt and held her face to her breasts.
“My lovely friend,” whispered Wendy. “We must be strong. We only have each other. We must try and be strong for each other.”
Gradually Liz regained her self control. She looked at up her dear friend. She saw tears on Wendy’s lips. Liz moved up and gently and slowly kissed them away.
“I will try to be strong darling Wendy.”
“So often, in times of stress, have I found comfort between a woman’s breasts. Liz, Wendy has used her body to sooth you. You should reciprocate. I believe that Wendy will find even greater solace if she can feel your skin.
“Hans, Liz and I are friends, but we aren’t gay,” protested Wendy.
“Wendy, how beautiful and strong you are. But stressful times can change us in strange ways. Who would have believed that I, a peace loving man, would have cut out the tongue and cut off the ears of a Taleban guerrilla.
“He had killed my Kommandant,” Hans added with an apologetic expression.
Liz had no choice, she knew. Wendy felt that she had to do the same.
Liz’s beautiful breasts with brown aureoles were revealed. Wendy’s slightly larger, but equally firm, pink tipped breasts were opened to her friend. Neither Liz nor Wendy had ever felt the slightest gay urge. Each had long thought the other was beautiful. Now, even more beautiful as they looked at each other’s breasts for the first time.
They turned to see what Hans was doing. To their surprise he had walked further away and was looking in the opposite direction from the girls.
But he still gave orders. “Liz let Wendy feel the same comfort from your breasts as you felt from hers.”
Liz had an almost tranquil smile. She guided Wendy’s head, she offered her a nipple and felt a surge of satisfaction as Wendy’s lips encircled her aureole.
Wendy did not suck or lick but felt herself relaxing with Liz’s nipple in her mouth and feeling Liz hug her tightly and stroke her hair.
After a minute they communicated without speaking. Wendy raised her head to Liz’s and they both moved their lips to each other. Their lips parted, their tongues touched, they pushed harder into each other.
As the killer wandered 30 meters away surveying the hills through the telescopic sights of his rifle, Wendy and Liz forgot their inhibitions, forgot their terror and enjoyed the new sensations as they explored the other’s breasts with their hands.
But they were interrupted by a loud whisper.
“Boom!”
They saw Hans aiming his rifle at a tree.
“Boom!” Another loud whisper as the rifle pointed at a distant stone.
The rifle traversed the landscape before settling on another stone.
“Boom!”
“Don’t they have lunatic asylums in Hungary?” whispered Liz.
Hans turned to look at them. They noticed that he didn’t seem to have any interest in their bodies at all. They could see no sign of an erection under his shorts.
“Lovely Liz, wondrous Wendy! You are giving such help and comfort to each other. How lucky you both are to have such a beautiful and courageous friend.
“Now, you are both intelligent young ladies as well as extremely beautiful. You know what you both must do to help your friend.”
Wendy and Liz looked at each other. Both now felt attracted to each other in a physical way. Both were taking delight from the other’s erotic femininity.
But neither wanted to be forced to take their clothes off by this revolting thug.
“No Hans, please. We told you we aren’t gay.”
“As I said before Liz, distressing times may bring out a side of our characters we didn’t know existed. Who would have thought that I, a peace loving man, would have castrated a Nigerian soldier and made him cook and eat his own penis?”
“He had tortured one of my Kommandants to death,” he explained with sorrow.
Two pairs of shorts were lowered. Two pairs of knickers were lowered. Wendy and Liz couldn’t bring themselves to look at each other’s intimate parts while Hans was there. Hans took no interest whatsoever in their nudity. He didn’t deliberately look away. He just didn’t seem to care.
But then he hesitated. An embarrassed look came over his face.
“Excuse my bad manners, lovely ladies. You are naked and I am clothed.”
In a flash he was naked. Liz and Wendy again hugged in fear. Hans’ huge body was an intimidating sight. Powerfully muscled, far more so than Liz or Wendy liked. His penis was like the rest of his body: enormous. Enormous, but flaccid. It struck both the girls how odd it was that their nudity seemed to have no effect on this giant.
But what horrified Liz and Wendy the most were the scars. At least 20 terrible scars were scattered across Hans’ body. Some red and livid, some white and silvery, some deep and puckered, some long and winding.
Hans was oblivious to their horrified stares. He put on his belt. There he stood, an enormous masculinity, nude except for military cap and his belt with that enormous knife sheath. In other circumstances the girls would have burst out laughing at this bizarre sight.
Now their fear returned. They were prisoners of a homicidal nut case.
Hans could read the fear in their faces.
“Liz, your loving friend Wendy needs the comfort of your body. Wendy, sooth your beautiful friend.”
Not because Hans ordered it, but because they each found the other’s body their only haven, Wendy and Liz turned to embrace. They lay, faces tucked into each other’s neck, breasts touching, slim stomachs touching, thighs touching. The stroked each other’s hair and backs.
Then they noticed Hans emptying Wendy’s backpack. He took their tent and moved 30 meters away to erect it. Feeling safer with him away, feeling the feminine softness of the others breasts they relaxed and commenced kissing as if it was the most natural thing in the world. They explored mouths with their tongues and lips, they became thrilled by the soft rounded firmness of the other’s breasts. As their excitement grew their hips pushed confidently together.
But the mounting passion was interrupted by the sound of a metallic scraping. Liz and Wendy looked up and saw Hans sitting on a log. He had taken his enormous knife from its sheath and was sharpening it with a steel. Liz and Wendy were horrified. The blade was a least a foot long and glinted in the sunlight.
Hans continued for three minutes, his face creased in concentration. Then he tested the blade with his thumb. A contented grunt. Then to the girls’ horrified amazement he drew the blade down his right forearm. The cut wasn’t deep, but it was more than a scratch and blood flowed. Hans had a look of peaceful satisfaction on his face.
“Mad as a meat ax,” whispered Liz in horror and then they both giggled as they reflected on the aptness of her metaphor.
Hans had brewed some tea and brought it over. He sat more than three meters away and still took no interest in their bodies. He didn’t make any effort to look away, but when he looked at them both Liz and Wendy felt that he had not the slightest interest in their breasts or thighs.
Similarly, he had no self-consciousness about his own naked body with the knob of his penis touching the ground as he sat cross legged.
“My exquisitely beautiful captives. It will be dark soon. I must go and catch our dinner.”
Hans walked away, knife sheath bouncing against his outer thigh, flaccid penis bouncing against his inner thigh.
He called out over his shoulder. “If you do ambush me, make sure you kill me. The consequences for you if you fail would pain me.” That loud laughter sent a chill up both girl’s spines.
“He’s escaped from a padded cell. It’s obvious.”
“We need a screw driver here.”
“A whole fucking tool box.”
“Why did he slice himself with that revolting knife?”
“I have no idea. Some Hungarian Kommando tough guy act maybe?”
“Surely all the Hungarian Kommandos can’t be as mad as he is?”
“Did you see all those disgusting scars?”
“Yes, they were terrible. He must have lost more fights than Mike Tyson.”
“No, I don’t think he lost. I would like to see what happened to the other guys.” But then Wendy shuddered, remembering the mutilated Taleban and Nigerian soldier.
“No, I don’t think I would like to see them.”
“Look, there’s some stones. We could hide behind those trees and when he comes back we could hit him with them.”
“We would have no chance. He’ll be expecting it. Didn’t you see the size of him. He’s built like King Kong.”
“I believe all his stories of the horrible things he did to those men.”
“So do I. Oh darling Wendy, what is he going to do to us?”
“He’s so strange. He never looks at us in a sexual way. Never has the slightest hint of an erection.”
“Perhaps he’s gay.”
“Perhaps one of his wounds has made him impotent.”
“Perhaps he won’t rape us.”
“Before he kills us, you mean.”
This brought back the realization of their plight. The two girls hugged.
“Liz, this sounds strange. I really wish you were miles away from here safe and sound. But at the same time I feel glad that you are here with me. Is that terrible?”
“I know exactly what you feel darling Wendy. I feel the same.”
They hugged and kissed.
“Two hours ago I would never have dreamed I would be sitting here naked with you, kissing you, feeling so excited by your beautiful body.”
“Darling Wendy, if we are going to die, I hope we can make love before it happens.”
They kissed with infinite tenderness, stroked each other’s breasts and explored the soft folds of the other’s labia.
They were interrupted by Hans. Without warning he appeared from the opposite direction from where he had departed.
“So much for ambushing him,” muttered Wendy. Liz nodded.
“Nature has been bounteous.”
Hans smiled broadly and proudly as he held up a very dead eel.
“Our finned friend nobly sacrificed himself for us. He seemed so happy as I cut his throat.”
There was a large gaping wound from which blood had flowed.
The girls shuddered. They would never eat that.
Hans produced a bottle of red wine from his enormous pack and in the beautiful evening after a couple of glasses of wine and the aromatic odors of Hans’ cooking they relaxed. They were also very hungry. All the eel was eaten and all the strange crisp vegetables which Hans had cooked.
“Hans, that was delicious. Did you bring that food with you?”
Hans beamed with pride. “The rice and some of the spices. But the forest and river provide healthy vegetables. And you know about our friend, the eel. Look, he is pleased to have given us such a satisfying meal. He’s smiling.”
The girls looked around and were horrified to see the eel’s head on a nearby rock. They could see no smile, only a contorted, deathly grimace.
The wine, the beautiful warm evening, and the delicious food helped the girls to relax. But also Hans was happy and at ease it seemed. He whistled to himself as he did the dishes. Afterwards he read a book by the light of a gas lantern.
Wendy saw the title: “Teach Yourself Modern Torture Techniques.”
She shuddered.
But he was smiling in concentration and the girls started to resume their interest in each other’s body.
Hans continued reading. The eel just stared.
Wendy’s and Liz’s sexual arousal heightened. Partly a result of the emotional rollercoaster they were on. They rejoiced in the beauty and femininity of each other’s body, of the erotic tenderness of each other’s touch. Wendy moved down between Liz’s knees which she willingly parted and raised. Hans seemed totally preoccupied by his book.
Wendy loved the softness, the intimacy, the fragrances and tastes of Liz’s pussy. She desperately wanted to bring her to orgasm.
“Wendy, I believe Liz would like it if you brought her to orgasm.”
“I want to Hans, but this is the first time I have done this. I don’t know how to.”
Hans closed his book but didn’t look at them.
“Wendy, look at Liz’s wondrous vertical wound.”
It took Wendy a moment to realize that Hans was referring to Liz’s pussy.
“Understand, beautiful Wendy, that your lover is offering her most intimate femininity to you. She is honoring you because she loves you and she loves what you do for her. Look at the beauty of the soft folds of her labia.”
Wendy did so, assisted by Liz parting her legs even wider as she was excited by Hans’ words.
“See the satiny soft skin at the top of Liz’s beautiful thighs. Trace your fingers there, lick with your tongue there, kiss with your lips there. And now the crease between her legs and belly. Lick and taste the juices.”
Liz groaned.
“Be aware of your lovers reaction. Notice what excites her and repeat it, but not too much. Tantalize her by moving to something else, then coming back when she’s not expecting it.
“Now those puffy labia with your lips and tongue and fingers and breath.”
Liz started to pant
“But observe Liz, Wendy. She is loving your wonderful sensitivity and touch. But we must extend her ecstasy. Perhaps go back to those slims thighs.”
A groan of frustration from Liz.
“Now part those outer labia. See the beautiful thin pink inner labia. See how they glisten in their juices. Taste her intimate flavors, smell those aromatic odors. Tell Liz how beautiful her weeping wound is.”
“Oh God Liz, I love your beautiful pussy, I love the way it looks, the way it tastes, the way it feels.”
Liz thrust her pussy up at Wendy’s face.
“Now your tongue deep into your Liz’s love canal. Explore, taste. But, not too fast. Perhaps those thighs again.”
“Now to explore Liz with your fingers. To know the secrets of her intimacy, to find what delights her, but all the time changing the speed and intensity of your touch.
“Push in deep and stroke her cervix. Savor the soft, warm moistness of lovely Liz’s weeping wound. Sense the intimacy of being inside your lover’s inner recesses.
“Withdraw and feel the top of her canal. Can you detect some spongy flesh?”
A gasp of joy from Liz showed Wendy that she had.
Hans returned to reading his book. Wendy repeated her exploration of Liz’s ‘Wound’, retreating to her thighs, returning to her cervix, alternating with her fingers, her lips, her tongue and teeth. Gently blowing air on Liz’s aroused and exposed flesh. Feeling delight and pride as she felt Liz’s physical responses, joy as she heard her ragged panting, excitement as she felt Liz’s hips start to bounce.
“Now, most wonderful Wendy, examine the top of the entrance to Liz’s wound. See some folds of vertical flesh. These protect Liz’s womanly bud. But your darling does not want protection. Push back those folds and see the glistening pearl of Liz’s private treasure.”
Wendy saw the pearly pink bud bud of Liz’s clitoris. She needed no instruction. Wendy flicked with her tongue, squeezed with her lips, nibbled with her teeth. She could feel Liz’s gasping response and slowed.
“Aaaaa darling pleeeeeaaase,” groaned Liz.
It only took a firmer tickle with her tongue and tears of joy came to Wendy’s eyes as Liz bounced and gasped and gurgled into an uninhibited orgasm. Liz held Wendy’s head tightly to her vulva as her orgasmic juices flowed over her lover’s face.
They lay like that for a minute. Unaware of anything except for the bliss of the other’s body.
Hans read.
But then he leaped up and stared.
“The eel has stopped smiling,” he shouted in rage.
The girls looked but could see no change in that horrible grimace. Hans strode over, his long knife twirling and stabbed the non smiling piscean repeatedly. Then he kicked and the last sight Wendy and Liz had of the self sacrificing eel was of its head sailing into the dark sky.
Hans quickly composed himself and settled into reading again. He studied a diagram of how to insert a baseball bat-sized electrode into an anus.
Without looking up he said, “Wendy, Liz may like it if you explored that spongy flesh you found before.”
“Like it,” was not the expression Liz would have used as Wendy aroused her G spot as she sucked her clitoris. “Adore it,” she thought was better as, unbelievably, she came to an even more intense orgasm.
Again the girls lay together in Liz’s post orgasmic heaven.
Again Hans stood bolt upright and stared into the dark, holding his knife. The girls couldn’t see what he threw it at, but heard a blood curdling scream. Hans charged over and grabbed the possum which was skewered to a tree trunk.
He pulled the knife out of the still wriggling marsupial.
“Pests,” he roared in outrage and to the horror of the girls, cut the possum’s throat and threw it to the ground.
Bubbles of blood emerged from the creature’s throat and mouth as it crawled around before curling into a ball and moving no more. Liz and Wendy both shuddered in horror. Not only in sympathy with the dead possum, but at the spontaneous outburst of blood crazened violence.
Possibly they were becoming a little bit accustomed to the violence, but more likely their sexual urges were becoming stronger. Wendy longed to feel Liz’s attentions to her pussy. Liz longed to return the exquisite favors that Wendy had bestowed on her. Soon they were oblivious to the dead possum and only aware of the delights of each other’s and there own responses.
Afterwards Liz and Wendy lay cuddled together. They were tired and were dozing and didn’t notice Hans tying their legs together until he had finished. The cord wasn’t tight around their ankles and there was two meters of rope between them.
“Excuse me ladies, but I must go to my camp.” He waived vaguely into the night. “I do not want to be disturbed, hence the rope.”
“Hans, we won’t be able to put our knickers back on,” complained Wendy, but saw that Hans didn’t mind.
“Hans, it will be awkward for us to have a piss,” protested Liz.
“Not as awkward as it would be for me to have a shit if you found me and shoved a stake up my ass.” Hans roared with laughter. The girls couldn’t suppress a giggle.
Then that abrupt change of mood. Hans face was stern. Wendy shivered as she saw he had that fearsome knife in his hand.
“My blade has desires which I cannot ignore. It must taste your blood!”
Wendy and Liz stood hand in hand, absolutely petrified. The moment they had dreaded had come. They were about to die.
Hans’ blade flashed in the moonlight, swirling in front of their faces, slicing in circles through the air in front of their bodies. Absolutely motionless the girls stood waiting for that final thrust.
After half a minute Hans stopped. Liz and Wendy gasped with relief. He hadn’t touched them.
“Look at your friend Wendy. Look at your lover Liz.”
Each saw four tiny cuts on the other. One on each cheek and one on each breast two inches above the nipple. A tiny rivulet of blood flowed from each.
Hans leaned forward towards them. Ever so gently he painted a small diagonal line with his finger from each cut. His face was solemn. When he had finished he looked them in the eye. Wendy was surprised to see his eyes glassy with tears.
“So brave, my captives, So strong, so beautiful, so feminine. Such magnificent women. I respect you so much. If only I had met women like you years ago.”
Then he laughed that loud raucous laugh.
“It is time for bed. Tomorrow you will have a day where you wished you never met me.”
Wendy and Liz were physically exhausted and emotionally drained. They crawled into their tent. The rope prevented from getting into their sleeping bags so they lay under them and went to sleep in a tight embrace as soon as they had kissed goodnight.
It was late the next morning when they woke. They heard Hans working outside in the camp site. Wendy looked outside the tent and saw him at cooking on the camp stove.
“Ah, Wendy you have woken at last. You and Liz are much too lazy.”
He was dressed in shorts again and a different tank-top. But the same knife was at his waist and the same military cap was on his head. He brought them some tea and undid the rope which tied the girls.
“I have to go for half an hour to get our breakfast. Do not touch anything on the stove, except that water I have heated for your washing.”
“Hans, are we allowed to get dressed?”
“You two are now lovers. You can decide how to dress to please each other.”
They noticed him looking at their bodies with greater interest than before. Particularly their breasts with their bloody stripes.
“You wear your insignia well.” He muttered and strode away.
Wendy looked at Liz and the diagonal stripes on her cheeks and breasts.
“You wear your insignia well, Liz darling.” She tried to imitate Hans’ accent and they both laughed.
“God, it wasn’t so funny last night when he was flashing that disgusting blade around. I knew we were going to die. Like the eel. Like the possum.”
“What did he mean last night when he said that today we would wish we never met him, do you think?”
“I have no idea, Liz. We both wished we had never met him yesterday, so what’s different?”
Wendy thought. “We don’t know much about him.”
“We know he is mad. Straight from the planet Pluto.”
“We know he is fascinated by blood. His own, the eel’s and the possum’s.”
“And our blood too.” Wendy touched a bloody stripe on Liz’s breast. The two girls looked at each other both feeling the dread in the implication of that comment.”
Liz kissed Wendy on the cheek. “Today we are going to be strong sweetheart. We will not cry!”
“We will not cry,” confirmed Wendy.
“I can’t see anyway we can escape. We can’t overpower him and he always has that knife.”
“And there is no way we can run away. We are lost and he would catch us in no time.”
“You know, his words don’t frighten me quite so much now. He seems to have an overdeveloped sense of the dramatic.”
“But it is those unpredictable outbursts of anger and his blood-lust which make me so scared.”
“Last night he spoke so beautifully when he instructed us on oral sex. His voice was so soft, his language, well it was odd, but so beautiful.”
“I know. And his attitude to sex. He made it seem like a religious experience.”
“I never thought I would hear a man talk like that.”
“Let alone a blood maddened Kommando.”
“And later, when he said what magnificent women we were and how much he respected us there were tears in his eyes.”
Wendy shook her head in despair.
“I can’t work it out. You would need an army of shrinks to sort out our resident fruit cake.”
They went to the hot water and gave each other a flannel wash, enjoying the touch. There was no discussion, but for some reason they did not wash off the diagonal bloody stripes.
Both put on skirts. Not particularly short, coming about six inches above their knees. The material was light and swirled around their legs as they walked.
Liz started to put on a bra. Wendy kissed her nipple. “Would you mind if I was able to see the shape of your breasts.”
So they both remained bra-less, wearing low cut singlets. The bloody stripes were not concealed.
Hans returned holding his hat.
“Nature has again been bounteous,” he laughed.
The girls braced themselves for the sight of another dead animal. But in his hat he had a dozen eggs.
“The friendly ducks nobly sacrificed their young so we can eat.”
Hans cooked the most beautiful omlettes the girls had tasted. He opened an oven dish and produced some fresh baked bread and his coffee seemed to be barista class. Before the girls could get up he washed the dishes.
“He does everything,” whispered Wendy. “The only things we have done since we met him is sleep and make love.”
“I have some exploring to do. I saw some signs.”
“What signs?”
But he was gone.
Left to themselves Wendy did what they had both been wanting since they had wakened. They made love. They were now more confident, now more appreciative, now more giving and now absolutely adoring each other. Afterwards they lay under a tree. They didn’t bother to dress as each wanted to touch and gaze at the other’s body.
They lay in a 69 embrace. Both were now absolutely comfortable with their feminine intimacy. More than that that, they loved it. They had been friends for years and had never before even considered making love to each other.
But, within the space of a few hours they now loved each other and loved each other’s body. Each explored the other’s feminine folds, loving the smells, loving the tastes of the juices, loving being brought to orgasm by the other’s tongue and lips and fingers. But most of both delighted in bringing pleasure and comfort to the other.
Perhaps it was the terror and danger of their situation that brought about this change. But both felt that, should they somehow survive, their relationship would last forever.
They heard Hans approaching.. He found them arm in arm, sitting on the grass, making no effort to cover their nudity.
“It pleases me to see how much comfort you bring to each other.”
His face had his benevolent smile. Liz again thought how bizarre he looked. Naked apart from his belt and knife sheath. His penis was, as always, soft.
It continued to puzzle both girls that, despite their being naked so much, Hans had never had an erection.
Hans brought them some tea and all three sat in silence drinking. The girl’s tension mounted. What was in his mind? Was he in one of his gentle protective moods or was there going to be some spontaneous outburst of violence?
Hans looked at Wendy and Liz in a sorrowful manner.
“I can smell your exotic perfumes from your orgasmic juices. That pleases me. But now I must tell you that the moment you have been fearing has arrived.”
The girls felt the dead weight of terror in their stomachs.
“My body also has its own demands. My mind is surrendering to the lusts of my flesh.”
Liz drew in a sharp intake of breath in horror.
“It is time for you to be raped.”
Both thought of running but both knew that would be futile and would just enrage this gorilla.
“Who shall be first?”
He tossed a stone. “Smooth side up and it will be Wendy, rough side Liz.
“Ah Liz, you are the winner.”
Liz didn’t feel like a winner.
“Wendy, I do not want us to be disturbed.”
In a flash Hans took Wendy’s arm, firmly but gently, and in no time had tied her to a tree. The rope wasn’t tight on her wrist , but tight enough to make it impossible for her to escape. The knot itself was so tight that Wendy knew that she couldn’t undo it. She would need a knife for that and Hans had the only knife.
Tears started to come to Liz’s eyes.
“Comfort your lover Wendy.”
There was enough play in the rope for Wendy to be able to hug Liz.
“Don’t struggle or make him angry darling. Just do as he wants and it will soon be over.”
Liz nodded through her tears. She had thought the same. She was terrified of being raped but even more terrified of Hans’ strength and his knife.
Hans led her 50 meters from the camp to small grove out of sight of Wendy. There was a foam plastic mattress on the ground with a pillow. There were four stakes half buried into the ground, two on each side of the mattress.
“Lie on your back on the please lovely Liz.”
Her legs were trembling with fear but she had no choice. Liz lay on her back and closed her eyes, tears flowing down her face. She felt Hans tie each of her arms to two of the stakes. Not stretched wide. She could touch each shoulder if she wished. Then Hans applied a gentle pressure to her legs. Liz’ knees were drawn up and spread apart and tied into that position. Again not painfully spread, about two feet apart. None of the ropes were painfully tight on her skin
But Liz knew that her vulva was fully exposed and she was totally defenseless. She started to sob quietly. She kept her eyes firmly closed.
“Hush, beautiful Liz. You have been so brave until now.” Hans’ voice was a whisper and she felt his fingers gently wipe the tears from her face.
Those gentle fingers brushed some strands of hair from Liz’ face. They traced the outline of her forehead of her cheekbones, flitted across her lips and chin.
Liz was in two minds. She hated being tied down like this, she was in terror about her impending rape, she was revolted by the idea of this brute touching her.
At least he wasn’t being violent. His fingers were so gentle. She marveled that such a brute of a man could have such a delicate touch.
“Lift your head, Liz.”
She did as ordered and felt Hans put the pillow underneath it. Then Liz noticed an aromatic perfume. She opened her eyes and saw that Hans had a bottle of massage oil. She was surprised to see how tender his expression was.
Liz closed her eyes again and felt some oil being poured onto her arms. Again she felt the extraordinarily delicate touch of Hans’ fingers and hands. She was able to lay her arms down beside her body. She felt his soft touch, smelled the perfume and the only noises she could hear was the birds singing in the trees above her and the breeze in the leaves.
Hans finished her left arm and moved to her right. The skin on her left was tingling. Soon her right arm felt similarly pleasured. Liz started to relax. It was a beautiful day, the birds were singing, the oil had a lovely fragrance. She wasn’t being brutally raped. She was having the most wonderful massage she had ever had.
But then she realized that here she was, tied down and totally at the mercy of this volatile, self confessed killer. Tears started to flow again.
“Beautiful Liz, you remind me so much of my beautiful Maria.”
Liz opened her eyes and saw that Hans’ face was tender and there were tears in his eyes. God, he was such a mixture.
Then she felt Hans’ fingers massage her throat and grunted in fear. She knew that with a flick of those fingers he could break her neck.
But there was no such flick, only a tantalizing softness of touch which helped her to relax. Then her armpits, then her chest. Liz braced herself for his attack on her breasts. Hans spent no more time on her breasts than anywhere else. But Liz was aware that her nipples hardened quickly at the fleeting touch.
Down across her stomach. Her stomach muscles seemed to quiver as the skin on her belly was pleasured. Down further, an exploration of her navel and fleetingly across her pubic mound. Liz’ mind was in turmoil. She was afraid of his hand touching her pussy, but she had this strange feeling of wishing he would touch her there.
Hans changed his attention to the outside of Liz’s thighs. His method changed a little. A combination of those featherlight fingers and firmer strokes with the palms of his hands.
Liz forgot her fears. This touch was something she had never felt in her life before. When at last Hans moved to her inner thighs she spread her knees wider. Tantalizingly slowly Hans’ fingers moved. His knuckles, seemingly accidentally, touched her pussy lips then moved away.
Liz groaned.
Back again those magic fingers came and flicked lightly over her outer labia. Then away again.
Liz groaned again.
The third time his fingers stayed. Tenderly, almost tickling her outer labia, tenderly parting them to open to reveal the pink slipperiness of her inner pussy lips. These were treated to the most wonderful exploration before being parted in turn.
Liz had a moment of panic as one of Hans’ large fingers entered her vagina. Now she was absolutely defenseless, her most intimate feminine private parts being invaded by this man, without her consent.
But that was her intellectual consent which hadn’t been granted.
Physically Liz had now consented.
She spread her legs even more, she started to pant, she felt Hans explore her vagina which she knew was wet. She felt that lovely finger stroke her cervix, she felt it move back and stroke the top of her vagina towards the front, she felt her G spot respond, she felt her hips writhing, she felt her orgasm take control of her body, she felt her orgasm blot out all consciousness apart from the burst of exquisite pleasure between her legs.
“AaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhOooooooooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” Liz gasped loudly.
Fifty meters away Wendy heard Liz’ groan, but mistook ecstasy for agony. Tears of sympathy welled up in her eyes. Her hatred of Hans grew, her frustration at being unable to help her friend and lover caused the tears to flow.
Now Hans pushed back Liz’s clitoral hood with the fingers of one hand and lightly rubbed her engorged, glistening and aroused bud with two fingers of his other hand.
Liz had not fully recovered from her first orgasm before her second overtook her in an even more tumultuous burst of carnal delight.
“AaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhOooooooooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” Liz moaned even more loudly.
Wendy burst into tears and pulled frantically, but uselessly, against the rope that bound her.
Now Hans’ face was between Liz’ thighs. She felt his warm breath blowing on the sensitive skin at the top of her legs, then blowing on her pussy lips. Then his tongue followed where his breath had been, licking the insides of Liz’ thighs, licking the flesh between her thighs and her pussy, licking her vaginal lips, entering her vaginal canal.
Now Liz felt Hans’ lips around her clitoris, sucking gently as his tongue flicked over her aroused pearly bud.
There was no warning. Her orgasm just exploded, Liz’ hips writhed and she felt her orgasmic juices flow over Hans’ face.
“AaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhOooooooooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” This time it was a high pitched orgasmic shriek.
50 meters away Wendy was horrified. Her friend must be in agony. “That fucking bastard. What is he doing to her? Please God he’s not using that knife.”
It was not his knife but a different weapon that Hans was now using. His rigid, erect cock. He had moved up so that his head was beside Liz’ face. She panicked again. He must be so huge. But no, he wasn’t that much larger than her boyfriend cock-wise. But was he so different. His cock seemed to explore her, finding the most responsive parts of her willing female canal.
Liz thrust up her hips and felt his knob rub her cervix. Then she felt him partially withdraw and massage the top of her vagina with his knob. Liz had never orgasmed before from a cock in her cunt. None of her boyfriends had known about her G spot. She had never orgasmed before in this way when her whole body seemed to shake and be overwhelmed by the ecstasy exploding in her vagina.
“AAAAaaaaaa. AAAAaaaaaaaEEEEEeeeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeeeeeOOOOooooooowwwwwooooW,’ her wail reverberated through the forest.
Wendy knew with a terrible certainty that her friend must be dying. She wept for Liz and wept in fear for herself.
Now all Liz wanted to do was to hug and kiss Hans. But he wouldn’t move his face to be kissed and the ropes on Liz’ arms prevented her from hugging him. The only thing she could do was to grasp his cock with her vaginal muscle as he plunged deeply into her pulsating cunt.
God his cock felt so wonderful.
Hans ground his pubic bone into hers. This caused pressure on her clitoris. This caused her most explosive orgasm yet as she heard Hans grunt, felt him stiffen, felt his cock plunge even deeper in his orgasmic excitement. Tears of pleasure came to Liz’s eyes as she knew that Hans had ejaculated deep inside her.
Again Wendy heard the wail. She knew it was Liz’s death shriek.
Hans lay motionless for a minute. Liz squeezed his now flaccid cock with her vagina, enjoying his gasps of pleasure as his knob, still aroused and sensitive, responded to her pressure. Then he sat up and untied the knots which had held Liz.
Liz saw an expression of enormous sadness in his face. She wanted to hug him but dared not. Ever so gently Hans stroked her labia.
“Poor weeping wound.”
He stroked her breasts.
“Poor abused mammaries.”
He stroked Liz’s hair.
“Poor raped Liz.”
Liz didn’t know what to say. He looked forlorn. She took a risk.
“You fucking animal. You raping bastard. I’ll come back from Hell to get you for that.”
Hans immediately perked up.
“Come,” he said. “It is time for Wendy to be raped most cruelly.”
Wendy was delightedly surprised to see Liz alive. Not only that, but obviously uninjured, with a big smile on her face.
After Hans had released her, Wendy hugged Liz. “Oh darling, I’m so pleased to see that you are alright. I heard yours shrieks and groans and thought you must be going through Hell. I thought he must be torturing you with his knife.”
“Those shrieks and groans were from orgasms, darling.”
“What?”
“I did not ever imagine that a man could be so exciting, so tender, so powerful but so gentle.” Liz looked over at Hans.
“Or so stark raving mad.”
Wendy wanted Liz to tell her exactly what happened, but Liz refused.
“You’ll find out for yourself, I hope darling.”
After they had drunk their tea Hans tied Liz to the tree.
“There’s no need for this Hans. I won’t disturb you.”
“Liz the last time I trusted a woman in this situation it was with a beautiful Columbian guerrilla named Sanchia. She came and stabbed me with a bayonet, right here.”
Hans pointed to a large scar on his stomach.
Then he frowned in concentration.
“No, that was from Olga, the mistress of the Russian Mafia boss, with a meat cleaver.”
“Sanchia must have stabbed me here.” Pointing now to a deep red scar above his kidney.
Again a troubled frown.
“No, no, that was Jenny, the IRA bomber, with a breadknife.”
He gave up.
“Whatever. I cannot trust a woman while I am raping her best friend.”
Wendy’s fear returned as Hans led her to the grove. There was no guarantee with this madman that he would be as nice to her as he had been to Liz. Her nervousness increased as she was bound, with her knees spread and raised.
But she started to relax when she felt his soft erotic touch. She started to orgasm, first with his fingers, then with his lips and tongue and then with his cock
Again Hans was sad and remorseful afterwards as he apologized to Wendy’s weeping wound. But again he cheered up when Wendy screamed at him.
Like Liz, Wendy had to resist the urge to hug and kiss Hans after he released her from her ropes of ecstasy. Her loins were still quivering with pleasure as she yelled.
“You Hungarian rapist pig. You are a disgrace to the Kommandos, a disgrace to masculinity. I’ll see you castrated for doing this to Liz and me!”
“Many women have attempted to seek revenge after I have raped them,” Hans’ laughter echoed around the valley.
“But like their men, they have always failed. I remember when Boris, Olga’s lover, had me tied naked to a tree in a Siberian snowstorm . . . . “
But Liz and Wendy didn’t listen as they kissed and embraced.

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Defenders of Varigoss: Chapter 1

This is the first part of an original serialized fantasy story featuring a considerable amount of sex and violence. Think of it like ThunderCats or He-Man, but with sex, bondage and rape.

A shared fantasy

This was wrote for my pen pal. I intended to give this to her after we met but I believe we will never meet.

You have to love me~ part 3

This is part 3 to You have to love me….
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After a few hours Lily wakes up and stretches, when she does she whimpers at the soreness that she feels in every part of her body. She looks up to see Todd has fallen asleep, she thinks I have to go now! When she starts to sit up todd without opening his eyes says “Your bag is at the end of the bed take it and go shower.” He points to the door on the left side of the room. She sighs and grabs the bag before stomping off the bathroom and slamming the door. Todd gets up and jerks the door open then he grabs her chin to make her look up at him and he says “Don’t you dare have a bad attitude like that!! You liked every bit of that last night so don’t act like I’m so terrible man you wanna get away from!” Lily says softly “I’m ssorry ttodd.” He smiles and pulls her into his arms to hug her. She can feel his rock hard cock pressing into her tummy. He kisses the top of her head and says “Come on ill shower with you.” He reaches over the turns on the shower and then says “Ladies first.” She gets in, the hot water feels great on her sore muscles. Todd gets in behide her and grabs her soap she is holding he squirts some into his hands. He starts massaging the soap into her shoulders she moans softly and whispers “That feels niceeee.” He laughs and moves on to wash the rest of her body, when he gets to her pussy she says “Ill do that todd.” He pushes her hands away and gets washing. He rubs her pussy over and over. She can tell he is not washing anymore. He slips his finger in and says “Lily still tight as ever baby.” She steps away and he smacks her ass and pushes her against the wall she can feel his dick pushes against her backside she panics and says “But todd I wanna wash you!!” He steps back. She slowly turns to face him and he is smiling he reaches for his soap and hands it to her. He leans forward and kisses her before letting it go. She copies what he did for her massaging the soap in all over. She gets to his huge dick and looks up at him. He smiles and nodds. She reaches for it and wraps both hands around it. She moves her hands up and down not sure what to do. He reaches down and covers her hand with his and helps guide her hand. He groans loud making her giggle. He says “Oh think its funny babe?” She gasps and shakes her head no. He smiles and laughs alittle before moaning again. She likes the way she can give him pleasure like that so she does her best at it. He reaches around her and shuts off the water before scooping her into his arms and grabbing a towel before leaving the bathroom drying them as he walks. He lays her on the bed and gets into place again to fuck her tight pussy. She moves up the bed and he grabs her ankle to pull her back down. She says “Wait, how about I be on top this time!” He smiles and strokes her cheek and says “May brave little Lily being on top will make it go very deep, deeper than this way.” She says “I wanna try….please.” He thinks for a minute then nodds. He crawls onto the bed and lays down. Lily stares at the massive cock standing straight up and bravely crawls on top of him. He holds her hips to steady her and she reaches down to line his cock up with her pussy and sinks slowly down on him. He says “See lily that’s only in half way, you need to keep going.” She pushes down a little more but its just to much she isn’t ready for this. Todd grabs her hips tighter and thrusts up into her all the way. She screams and he keeps moving her little hips up and down making her ride his hard cock. She starts to cry when she sees the clock… her way out. She says through sobs “Todd the bar you know everyone is waiting for us to come open!” He looks over at the clock and says “Damn.” He rolls over staying inside her and says “Sorry baby I can’t go to work with a hardon so this is going to be fast and for me only.” He pounds her hard and with only one goal. After a few more minutes he pushes as deep as he can and fills her with cum. He pulls out and kisses her forhead. He walks to his dresser and pulls on a pair of blue jeans and throws on a t-shirt. Lily gets up and todd shakes his head he says “Baby you don’t need to work anymore ill take care of you from now on.” Lily says “What?? No!!” She runs to the door but todd steps infront of it. He laughs and says “Baby if you don’t want me to smack that tight little ass of yours than get back on that bed!” She looks around the room. He says counting to three so she goes back to the bed and sits on the egde. He says “I’m sorry I have to leave you here.” He kisses her forhead and walks out of the room locking the door behind him. She doesn’t know what to do with all this alone time. She lays back on the bed and starts to rub her pussy that is still wet with his cum. She rubs it trying to making it feel as good as he always does and finds that its just not the same. She daydreams about all the wonderful things they are sure to do tonight and wonders if they will do some of the “more’ that he has promised her.
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