Male Domination

Sarah and Deadeye… second meeting. Part 1: The Hotel.

It was a couple of months later before Sarah and Deadeye could meet again. They decided to meet in a small hotel again. Deadeye made the reservations at a hotel on the edge of a nearby town near a new mall.
Deadeye made the usual preparations. He gathered the lube, a small rope, a couple of butt plugs, some handcuffs, a small riding crop, a vibrating egg, and an enema bag and tube. He told Sarah to make sure to obtain and bring a version of the private school uniform that was used in her area if she didn’t already have one. He was planning on making use of that.
It was about 12:30 when Sarah arrived and knocked on the door, so Deadeye asked her to go to lunch first. He wanted them to relax and get something to eat before they began. They had a decent lunch and talked amicably for about an hour and then headed up to the room. On the elevator, Deadeye said to her “I hope you enjoyed your lunch, because the minute you step across that threshold into the room, you are my slave.”
“Yes” Sarah replied. She smiled and continued “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I couldn’t get anyone else to come along, but I’m glad you didn’t either, because I want to belong to you and you alone.”
“Thank you, my perfect little slave.” Deadeye responded with a grin.
As soon as they got into the hotel room, he ordered her to strip. He took out the handcuffs and slapped them on her with her hands behind her. “Get on your knees.” he ordered.
She obeyed instantly. He pulled out his dick and pointed it at her mouth. She opened it, but he just stood there while she looked expectantly at that satisfying piece of meat that she so wanted to suck. She looked up at him pleadingly.
“What have you done to deserve this?” he asked.
“Nothing, master.” she responded, lowering her gaze to the floor.
“That’s right, you cock-teasing cum slut. You think you can kneel there with your perfect little mouth, and your pleading eyes, and those yummy tits and that fantastic ass and get me to immediately cum in your mouth?” Dennis said mockingly. “I think you need to be taught a lesson first.”
He stood her back up and led her into the bathroom where he had the enema bag hanging. She saw it and her eyes widened. This was new.
Deadeye sat her on the toilet seat. She jerked up slightly. With the porcelain lid closed, it felt very cold to her warm ass. Deadeye filled the enema bag and hung it back up. He looked at Sarah and said “Okay, bitch, we need to clean out that ass if you want me to put my dick in there, so stand up.”
He helped her stand, turned her around, raised the toilet seat lid and sat her down facing the tank. He pushed her roughly up against the tank and lid, the cold porcelain again coming into contact with her body, this time her stomach, tits and very sensitive nipples. Once she was up against the tank, Deadeye pushed on her lower back so that she arched it a little and pushed her ass out. This exposed her asshole much better. He loved it.
“Don’t move” he ordered as he went back into the other room.
Sarah sat quietly waiting for her master’s return. Suddenly there was a bright flash and Sarah realized that Deadeye was taking pictures of her. She turned her face just in time to see him bend over to get a photo from the floor looking up at her exposed asshole and pussy. She felt so exposed in this position, but her pussy started getting wetter. She was enjoying both the domination and having pictures taken of her in this position.
Deadeye then grabbed the enema nozzle and put some lube on it. He didn’t bother warming up the nozzle. He just bent over, spread her cheeks open even more with his left hand and worked the nozzle into her ass. It was quite a sight. He could see that her pussy lips were slightly spread and glistening in excitement. Her pussy lips and ass were so smooth and clean of all hair, she must have just shaved. He looked at how soft and inviting that asshole looked and couldn’t wait to get his dick in that tight little hole. Sarah moaned and squirmed upon insertion. Dennis got the nozzle all the way in and leaned over to say to Sarah, “You will now have your bowels filled and you will hold it in until I say so, got it?”
“Yes, master” she answered meekly.
Deadeye opened the clamp and the warm water started flowing into her bowels.
“Oooohhhh” came from Sarah’s mouth and her eyes widened. The water was filling up her tiny little body quickly.
As soon as the bag was empty, Deadeye said to Sarah, “Now tighten your ass up because I’m going to pull the nozzle out and I don’t want you losing any of the water.” Sarah just nodded so Deadeye removed the nozzle and looked closely at her ass. It was delicious. He put his hands around to her front onto her belly to feel how it was slightly distended with all the water in her. He then ran his hands up to her nipples and started rolling and pinching them.
“Uuunggghhh!” Sarah moaned. He could tell that it was going to be hard for her to hold it in. He helped her stand up and turned her around. He then started playing with her tits and pussy. He couldn’t help but do a complete once over of her beautiful body. Her nipples, which are small and gloriously pink, were little pencil erasers, just waiting to be sucked and nibbled on. Her tits had a hint of freckles across the tops. The rest of her skin was very pale with scattered freckles in a few other places. With her dark auburn hair, she was a perfect specimen for what he always wanted. He had always been attracted to auburn and red-haired women with pale skin and freckles. He really, really enjoyed being with Sarah.
He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and started massaging her clit. She was moaning and having a hard time holding her bowels. He switched nipples and inserted two fingers into her pussy. She was squirming tremendously now. It was like watching water droplets dance in hot oil when testing to see if it was ready for cooking. He could feel she was close to cumming, but couldn’t concentrate on both that and holding back her bowels both so he pulled his head up from her delicious tits and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, she was starting to sweat, small droplets running down her face. The top of her chest was also wet with sweat and she was starting to have mild tremors from working so hard. Deadeye finally said “Sit down and release your bowels.”
Sarah sat down and the water immediately began shooting into the toilet. Deadeye furiously rubbed her clit with his right hand and her tits with her left and she began cumming. Some remains of the enema were still flowing out and she was cumming, too. She was shaking and jerking hard as she came.
“Ooohhh, m-m-my G-God!” she stammered several times as she vacated the last of her bowels and her orgasm shook her down to her toes, which were curling and spasming along with the rest of her body.
Finally, it was over and she almost collapsed forward onto her knees while sitting on the toilet, panting loudly and taking in very deep breaths.
“Wipe yourself” Deadeye said when she seemed to be catching her breath. He handed her the toilet paper. Her hands were shaking as she took it and wiped herself off, although it was a little difficult with her hands still cuffed behind her. Then Deadeye picked her up and carried her to the bed. She put her head on his chest and she felt like a dead weight she was so drained. She was so small it was like carrying a small child to bed.
Deadeye put her on the bed and let her rest for a while. He turned on the TV and after about 20 minutes she looked up at Deadeye and said “Wow! That was so fantastic, master. Thank you.”
Deadeye smiled and said “We’re just getting started, my little fuck slave.”
Sarah let her head drop back to the bed and said “Whew. This is going to be a long day, isn’t it master?”
“Yes, my dear cum slut. We have miles to go before we sleep.”
Deadeye felt she had rested long enough, so he yanked her to her feet. He removed the handcuffs and pressed on her shoulders and forced her over the bed, bent over at the waist. Her gorgeous shaved pussy and beautiful asshole were on display again. He grabbed the lube and a butt plug and slowly worked it into her ass. She moaned and pushed back against it, wanting her ass filled.
He got the butt plug past the wide part and her asshole closed around the narrow neck. He stood her up.
“We’re going out” he announced.
“Put on your little plaid schoolgirl skirt that I asked you to bring with the white button down shirt. But no underwear at all. I want you to look the part of the private school schoolgirl, with no morals.” He grinned and patted her bare ass.
She obeyed and was dressed quickly. The buttplug was making Sarah hot and horny, and having no panties on had its benefits and she starting rubbing her pussy.
“No touching your pusssy!” he demanded. Deadeye wanted to rub that pussy himself. Right now! But he wanted to play a little first. He checked her out. She looked fantastic in the private school girl outfit. She looked so young and innocent and the skirt was long enough to make her appear demure, but short enough that he was going to be able to show off her “wares”.
“Yes, master” she said, bowing her head.
“Let’s go” he said and he led her out of the room. He knew just where he was going to take her and how he was going to put her on display. This was going to be fun.

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calving Signs – part 4

It wasn’t until they arrived at The Store that Terri realized she hadn’t left the house in a week and a half.
The sun revealed how her skin had already reverted to its natural milky-white tone, and she had to squint against the light.
The blonde wore a nice green blouse with a bow in the middle, along with loose khaki shorts.
“You need new underwear,” Anne said. She had picked another of her unending collection of princess-quality dresses, this one green with a light white stripe. “Come on.”
“I’m not going underwear shopping with my Moth…” she trailed off.
Just across the parking lot, balancing on two heels, was another girl. She also wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. And was blonde. But this girl was waddling with a straining new belly, hugely pregnant. She nonetheless had her hair carefully styled, with red lipstick, and wore black heels. Between her stomach and the heels she moved at a glacial pace.
Terri couldn’t turn away. Her belly button was puckered out. The blonde found herself rubbing her own stomach.
“Terri! You coming?”
“Huh?” Terri tore her eyes away. “Oh. Underwear. Right.”
* * *
“If you need a larger bra, Terri, just tell me,” her Mom said. Loudly.
Terri blushed. Once upon a time it would’ve been hidden beyond a powder cloud of white makeup. But even on her day off the thick pasty stuff just didn’t… appeal to her like it had in college. So her cheeks were red and flushed.
“Okay, fine,” she said, and shifted. “Throw one at me.”
Her bra WAS cutting into her back. The cups struggled to hold in a new wealth of boob, high-riding knockers that pushed out her t-shirt.
It was all that eating. And the ice cream. Last night was mint chocolate chip. Terri had two scoops. Afterwards the four women in the house had just basked in the afterglow, plopped in the chairs and luxuriating.
Terri and Anne stood in The Store. It hadn’t bothered with a name since 1981, when the faded and rusted swinging sign had fallen off. It hadn’t mattered. The Store was the only women’s apparel store in town. It had long racks of wire hangers and linoleum floors.
Terri had followed her Mom, only half-aware of where they were going. The hugely pregnant woman with the double-plus boobs strode around the store. Men stopped and stared when she passed. Women rubbed at their stomachs.
The larger bras had been ransacked. The old wire-frame hangars were half-empty, and a harried shop girl restocked out of a cardboard box. She had a hefty pair of boobs herself, with a name tag pinned on them. The pin was struggling.
“What size are you?” Anne asked.
“I don’t know. Bigger then I was.”
“Work with me here, honey.”
Her Mom stepped towards her, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, and yanked it upwards. Terri, too shocked to move, stood straight and still as her Mom displayed her bulging tits to the rest of the store.
They were spilling over the cups, and felt cool in the sudden shock of department store air.
Anne nodded and tossed a few pairs at her.
“I should be mortified,” Terri thought, ambling towards the dressing room. “My Mom just flashed me.”
Instead, she felt… calm. Cheerful. Even… docile. So she had given a peepshow to a few female shoppers. Who cared? Not worth fighting about. Besides, visions of that big-boobed cow kept popping in her head.
Why was it so distracting?
Terri wrinkled her nose. The bra was basic beige, and boring.
But it did look big enough, with deep wide cups. Maybe that would help with the oh-so-distracting sensitivity she was experiencing. Her nipples kept acting like little play toys, always ready for a kneading. In the past few days she didn’t like to go to bed without a yummy stroke session in front of the mirror.
“And then we’re getting you something for your date,” Anne called after her. Her tits glowed with approval.
“Can we stop in the shoe department?” Terri asked.
* * *
Terri wobbled down the sidewalk.
“NOW I’m mortified,” she thought, and grit her teeth. Behind her, Anne examined her unsteady stride critically.
“Let your hips sway,” she called out, from a few strides back. “Back straight, small steps.”
“They hurt!” Terri said. Her feet were bound in two heels, each with a slender black spike that tip-tapped on the old sidewalk.
“The height was your idea,” Anne said, unsympathetically. She walked easily in her own blue heels, with the leather strap.
That was true. Anne had pushed only for sensible short heels, with a broad sole. But something about the wispy black gloss on the pair in the far back just… called to her. Something about the impracticality, the very inanity of buying shoes that were terrible for walking.
“I just picked them out to mess with you,” she told her Mom. “I didn’t expect you to actually buy them.”
“If you wanted really high heels, they’re yours. And now you’re going to learn to walk in them.”
Terri took another half-dozen mincing steps and winced.
It didn’t help that Main Street was crowded with a sudden bloom of attractive young girls in very towering heels.
Terri had told herself that at least she would stand out from the dowdy, sensible-shoes crowd Calving was used to. But so far she had passed three women in leather boots with a sharp heel, two in wine-red strappy things, and two sashaying in glittering pink.
She forced herself to emulate their stride. “Back straight, chest out,” Terri told herself. Her growing boobs thrust themselves into the air. Okay. Then short, sliding steps, balancing on her hips.
“Good!” Anne said, approvingly.
Terri blushed. But the compliment gave her the confidence to finally take her eyes off her own feet.
Then she finally caught sight of the girls attached to the flashing heels. Ever since leaving the store her eyes had been resolutely on the ground.
Some of the pedestrians were the same dusty, jean-wearing Calving residents she remembered.
But the rest…
One girl wore a grey pencil skirt with a pink blouse, matched with white pearls. Her makeup—solid red lips with a layer of blush—looked like a morning-long endeavor. Three buttons fought to hold back a massive chest, and a fourth had already popped apart, just above her navel. She ambled along, a pleased smile on her lips.
Another had on a white dress with a black belt. On her lush, overripe body the skimpy material simply bulged and revealed. She wore heavy sunglasses, and clutched a brand new purse.
“Terri, that’s perfect! Just like that!” her Mom enthused.
Terri looked down. Without even thinking about it she had lapsed into a steady, swaying gait, tiny little steps down the cracked sidewalk. She had her chest held out, and her ass felt like the world could examine, but somehow the whole thing… worked.
She rubbed her belly once more. What had she been thinking about? Something about… that pregnant girl?
The knocked-up girl had just slipped into the big glass door at Henry’s Diner. Terri turned around.
“Mom, are you hungry?” she said.
* * *
“Six! That’s six in a half-hour. You owe me a milkshake,” Susan said, triumphant. She pumped her fist, thumped her head back against the ancient faux-leather seat.
“Unbelievable,” Dan said, shaking his head. But six pregnant girls had waddled through that door in just a single half-hour.
They were impossible to miss. Not just for the jiggling tits pushed up on top of a shelf, or for the convex stomach that entered the Diner well before them. Also for the identical lazy, contented smiles they wore, the surprisingly short skirts, and the eager way they showed off their expanded boobs.
“That’s weird,” Dan said.
“Yeah, well, they’re out here in the boonies. There’s nothing to do but fuck and pop out kids. I’ll bet they have their own little contests. Biggest boobs. Biggest kids.”
“They aren’t shy about it,” Dan noted. It was weird to see such raw sexuality from a pregnant woman. What few he had seen in the city wore sweatpants and well-padded bras.
His fiancée snorted. She was almost exactly his age, with styled black hair held back by pins, and effortlessly flawless skin. Susan lived in jeans and slept in pajamas; he rarely saw her naked even when they managed to have sex.
“Remind me why we’re here, again,” Susan said.
“Museum of Cow Parts!” Dan said, enthusiastically. Traversing small town museums had been his idea. So far, it hadn’t gone well. Susan had only agreed out of boredom and a keenly honed sense of irony. And the problem with the Museum of Amazing Yarn and the World’s Largest Taco was that you still had 23 hours to kill after your visit. “Says here that they have dioramas for every single part of the cow.”
“Wow, that’s great,” Susan said. She looked around the diner. The surfaces gleamed, but everything needed to be upholstered or replaced, particularly the grease-patina lighting.
“Oh, god, one of them is coming over here.”
“Them” was a man from down the horseshoe of booths, the largest one. He had been entertaining an entire crowd of men and women—young women—with apparently hilarious stories. The man had a huge grin plastered on, and his hair looked like it absorbed grease from the atmosphere. He stopped in front of their table and absorbed Susan’s dagger-glare.
“Hey, didn’t want to be unfriendly!” the man said. He stuck out his hand. “Welcome to Calving! I’m Pastor Flynn. You folks just move in?”
Dan shook it. The man gripped, tightened nearly to his breaking point, and pumped up and down. “Just passing through,” he gasped. “We’re tourists.”
“Tourists! Rare sight out here. The only tourists we get are the cows, and they don’t stay long.” Flynn grinned.
“No!” Susan said, and put her hand to her mouth. “No tourists? Is it because the entire town smells like an old rodeo?”
“Susan—“ Dan said. But Flynn just laughed.
“Calving is a town on the grow, Miss,” he said.
“Yeah, we noticed,” Susan retorted. “This whole town is a maternity ward. You should get CNN out here for a special report.”
Flynn’s smile froze, this time. “You people enjoy your stay. Hope you decide to make it a long one,” the pastor said. He stepped lightly back to his table.
“Christ, Susan, don’t be a bitch to these people,” Dan said, leaning over the table. “There’s two of us and a lot of them.”
“Yeah, well, there’s going to be a lot more of them, soon enough,” Susan said. “This sucks. Lets just go.”
A redhead appeared at the table, wearing one of those paper hats from 1956. She had two milkshakes in hand. “Pastor Flynn sent them over,” she perked.
Dan stared at his. It was chocolate, tall, and had whipped cream dripping down the side. There was a cherry on top of Susan’s.
“Now I feel like an asshole,” he said.
“I say, free milkshake,” Susan said. She took a quick sip. Her eyes got wide, very fast. “Holy shit,” she said. “They must have the cow outside the door. This is amazing.”
Dan tried some of his. It was good. Very good. The wet, creamy chocolate mixed with a swirl of syrup. He could almost feel it drip down into his stomach. “Good God,” he said.
At first Susan just used her straw. But when that wasn’t fast enough, she attacked the milkshake with a spoon, slurping down big gulps at a time. Whipped cream stained her usually-dainty chin, and strawberry adorned the tip of her nose.
“This is so fucking good,” she moaned, slurping the last of it down. Dan was just behind her, finally chugging the remainder of the glass.
They both sagged against the back of the booth.
“One more?” Dan suggested.
“Fuck yeah!” Susan said, and waved for the busty waitress.
* * *
Dan idly traced the outlines of the waitress’ tits when she bent over with another pair of milkshakes. They were heavy and large, dense, and spilled over the top of her flimsy pink blouse. His cock abruptly stiffened.
“You were just staring at her breasts,” Susan accused, after taking a long pull of strawberry milkshake.
Ordinarily Dan would’ve apologized. But he just wasn’t… feeling like it, now. “Yeah? So?”
Susan looked shocked.
“She had nice tits. So what? I’m a guy. I like to look around.” His cock gave another surge forwards. There was a heat in his head, now. When had that arrived.
“What about her ass?” Susan said, in a small voice. She kept going back to her towering pile of milkshake.
Dan considered it. “Not as good as yours,” he said, honestly.
“Seriously?”
“Sure. Hers is too meaty. You’ve got a sexy little rear end. It’s fucking hot,” Dan said. Susan gave a little wriggle, and licked her lips.
“Is it really fucking hot?”
“You heard me,” Dan assured her. He looked down. His milkshake had disappeared already. Susan was just finishing up the last of hers. A bit of strawberry had fallen onto her blouse, stained it wet. She hadn’t even noticed. Dan blinked, and a vision of him fucking her, up against the wall, invaded his head. Then it didn’t want to let go.
“Come sit next to me,” he ordered. Susan complied. “Then we’re going to have another of these god damn awesome milkshakes.”
* * *
He stared openly at the waitress’ tits. Susan didn’t seem to mind. She clung to his right arm, in the booth. The smell of her sunk into his hindbrain. Their third milkshakes slid across the table.
“All these fucking preggo women,” Susan said. She pressed up against him. “Bunch of sluts. I bet they love to just sit and fuck. That’s probably all they do, stay at home and fuck and rub at their horny little slits.”
“What, like this?” Dan said. He slid his hand over her leg, pressed hard against the mound of her jean-covered cunt. Susan’s eyes popped. Then she curled around his firmly-pressed hand, milkshake temporarily forgotten.
His cock ached. It felt like the size of a tent peg, pulsing loads of insistent demands into his head. Dan couldn’t see any reason not to give in to them.
“Y-yeah, just like that,” Susan gasped. His prim fiancée was shaking and quivering, just from his tensed fingers. Dan was only a little surprised when wetness leaked through, and stained his fingers. “These… ahhh… like baby-making bimbos.. ahh…”
She still managed to raise her milkshake, with one shaking hand, and down the entire drink in one long gulp. Dan pushed in, viciously, and she dropped the glass. It shattered on the table, and everyone turned to look.
Pastor Flynn, from far away, smiled.
Dan fumbled for his wallet and threw scads of green bills on the table. Then, one arm around his woman, he guided her shaking, fumbling legs out the door.
* * *
Their hotel room was a pit, the bed sunken in the center and the TV stuck on mute with Spanish captions. Dan didn’t notice.
Susan had stopped talking. Mostly she whimpered and sighed, thanks to his insistent hand. They had walked to their room with his hand between her thighs.
He dimly remembered something, even as he tossed his woman onto the bed. Something about a piece of rubber in his wallet… it was round… there was something he did with it…
Then Susan managed to get her pants down. Her tan, perfect thighs showcased a well-trimmed pair of pussy lips. She spread her legs as wide as they could go, until Dan stared into a pink wonderland of dripping sex. She moaned and tugged at her nipples.
Dan grunted and tugged his way out of his pants. His cock—it seemed impossibly long and hard—fit easily between her thighs. His first hard stroke ended up buried to the very hilt, and she closed her legs around him.
They were sweating, and the room was hot. Dan fucked her savagely, from tip to base, slamming up against her clit with all the force he had. It should’ve been agony for Susan, but she urged him on, feet digging into his back, kneading her tits with force.
“Fuck… fuck me,” she chanted, the first words she had spoken in some time.
Something built at the base of his cock. Dan growled, and let it go, all the way inside. Scoops of white cum spattered her pussy. That ignited her own orgasm, and she screamed into his ear, eyes wild. White bits leaked along the side, where he was still pushing and shoving his penis inside of his woman.
* * *
“Condom,” he thought, bleary-eyed, “I forgot a condom.”
Susan didn’t believe in the Pill. Too much medical uncertainty about long-term effects, or something. Dan fought against the surges of lust still leaking from his cock.
“No, Susan, we need to…”
Susan rose from the bed, her legs bowed. She walked like a dreamer to the single table in the room, white fluid dribbling down her legs. Then his proper fiancée bent herself over, legs arched up, and rested her tits on the formica top.
“Fuck me?” she suggested, and licked her lips. Dan was already hard again.
Dan grabbed the curve of her ass, spread them wider.
The scent of her slit reached his soggy brain. He inhaled. It smelled faintly like strawberries.
This time, when he fucked her, visions of Susan pregnant ruled his mind. Susan walking in heels and a short skirt, bulging and huge. Susan with big leaking tits. Susan mewing over his cock, shaven and bare, having waited for him to come home. Susan bent over for his approval, waiting eagerly for his cock.
When he came, Dan made sure to stay all the way inside her.
* * *
Dawn came up.
Susan sucked on his cock. She was covered in gouts of sperm, and they coated her body. Despite a night of feverish coupling she still hadn’t managed to get her shirt off. Cum dripped endlessly from her overflowing slit.
Whenever something like conscious thought threatened to intrude on Dan, another of Susan’s long, teasing sucks shot it away.
They had already missed breakfast, but that way okay, Dan thought, the hotel didn’t serve one, anyways.
But maybe the Diner did.

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Owned family – CH1: The Offer

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Owned family
CH1 – The Offer
“Should we even go to their housewarming, we might not even be here a month from now?’ My wife, Laura, called from the bathroom where she was getting dressed.
“Of course we should.” I hollered back as I finished buttoning up my shirt. I was just as unsure about the future as she was, but I had to be strong for the both of us.
“Have you met the Robins’?” She replied back after a few moments.
“No, unless you count watching their BMW come home late at night.”
Laura walked into the bedroom, “Let’s go have some fun tonight.”
We idly chatted as we walked next door. By the sound of socializing and laughter I guessed the party was already doing well. I rang the doorbell. I was a bit taken back when a very dark skinned black man opened the door and greeted us, “Welcome. Come on in. I’m Tyrone Robins, my friends call me Ty.” He motioned towards a fairly short rotund black woman socializing with a couple of our neighbors, “That’s my wife Sadie.”
I was amazed at how powerful and large his hand was when he offered it to shake. I shook his hand, “We are the Millers. I’m James and this is my wife Laura.” Laura offered the small housewarming gift in lieu of the handshake.
Ty ushered us in as another couple of neighbors approached the porch. As I roamed the front room to find out who was already here I couldn’t help but notice how large of a man Ty was. He was well over six foot tall, and by how his clothes clung to him I would guess he worked out daily. His wife was just the opposite, barely five foot tall and had to be pushing 300 pounds. She did have a huge set of tits that her low cut blouse showed off.
The evening was just what I needed. I got to relax and forget about the worries of the impending foreclosure of my home. Ty and Sadie were wonderful hosts. They had a full buffet laid out for guests that looked like it was professionally prepared. As the evening was slowing down and neighbors were taking their leave Ty pulled me aside, “James, if you don’t mind I would like you to stay after all the guests have left, I have a business proposition for you.”
I thought it a bit off but agreed. I informed my wife of Ty’s request. She said she would catch me at home and left. It took about another hour before Ty, Sadie and I were by ourselves. Ty invited me into his study, closing the door behind us leaving Sadie to clean up. He offered me a Scotch, which I accepted. I took a seat on the couch as he leaned against his desk.
“I overheard you talking with Donaldson that you use to be an investment banker before the downturn.” I nodded my head as Ty continued, “I also heard you’re having financial troubles. I am willing to help you out if you consider a proposal.”
I took a swig of the scotch, “Go on.”
“Well, I train slaves.” I about chocked on Ty’s bluntness, “White slaves to be exact, and I think your family might be perfect for my new project.”
I stood up, took the last swig of scotch and said, “I’m not really into this, thanks but no.” I then started to head toward the door.
Before I could make it two steps Ty had moved up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “All I ask is that you hear me out.”
I turned and looked up at him, “Get to the point then.”
“I can do that.” He walked behind his desk, unlocked a drawer, and pulled out a stack of bound bills. “Here is ten thousand dollars, it is yours if you honestly consider my offer, talk with your wife about it and do a favor for me.”
Ten thousand dollars would be enough to give me some breathing room and get the bills and mortgage current. “What’s the offer.”
“I want new sex slaves and your family is perfect. I would own you and do with you as I please. You could always walk away at anytime but I have never had a slave take up that offer. I will show you and your family things you never knew you would enjoy. When you wouldn’t be fulfilling your slave duties you would be taking care of my personal investments. I would hire you at double what you were making working for the bank. On paper you would be my financial adviser, in reality you would be servicing me and my family.”
That’s a hell of a deal. I don’t think anyone in their right mind wouldn’t consider it. Ty could see me mulling it around, he continued to press, “Like I said, you walk away when you want, we would negotiate the finer details when you and your wife agree that this is something you want.”
“And I get the ten thousand for just considering it, talking with my wife about it and doing you a favor.”
“You got it. Consider it an interview bonus.”
“Deal.” I moved next to Ty and started to reach for the stack of cash.
Ty grabbed my wrist before I could get to the money, “First, the favor. I want to test out the merchandise I’m buying, so to speak.” I was a bit confused as to what exactly he wanted.
He released my wrist only to lay his hand on my shoulder. Ty had this hungry look in his eye, almost like a predator sizing up his prey. The hand on my shoulder started to apply pressure, pushing me downward. Once I realized he wanted me on my knees I submitted to his force. I looked up at him feeling even smaller than I was. We stared into each others eyes for a moment until movement caught my eye and I looked away. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge growing in Ty’s slacks, he was flexing his penis and that was the movement I had caught. I looked back up at his dark face, “Unzip me.” I couldn’t believe he had just said that.
I looked to his crotch and back at his face, “What?”
“I said, unzip me. Then fish out my cock.”
I wasn’t sure where this was going to lead and I was getting nervous. My eyes bounced from his bulge to his face to the money and back to the bulge. My shaking hand seemed to move of its own accord to the zipper of his slacks. I grabbed the tab and slowly pulled the zipper open. It was starting to feel like a dream, like I wasn’t in control of my own body. I slid my hand into the opening to find a warm hunk of flesh. My hand closed around it and I could tell he was a big man, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. I pulled his dick out the opening. It bobbed in front of me confirming that he was far larger than me.
“Suck it.” Ty’s command was straight and to the point.
“I’m not gay.” I replied.
I couldn’t look away from his dark monster of a dick. Ty spoke softly, “For ten thousand dollars I’m sure you’ll suck a cock, plus your faggot dick says otherwise.” It was then that I realized that I was rock hard. Ty grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his cock. “Now suck my dick, bitch.” This time he was forceful with his words. My lips parted and I took his manhood into my mouth as he forced my head upon it. The sensation was unreal; warm and hard; yet it had a softness to it.
My mind was racing trying to understand. Understand how I was sucking my first cock. Understand how I came to submit to this black stranger. Understand why I was liking what he was doing to me. Understand what this might mean for my marriage.
My body was acting without me thinking. I realized that Ty had released my head and I was trying to get as much of Ty’s black cock in my mouth as possible. My hand was assisting with what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. Saliva was running down my chin as I bobbed up and down.
Ty’s voice broke my trance, “You are a natural cocksucker. I think you might be well worth what I’m paying you.”
Ty grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me to speed up my pace. I couldn’t keep up and let him fuck my mouth. He pulled my face away from his wonderful dick and stroked himself with his free hand. I’d seen enough porns to know what was about to happen next. Ty half grunted, half yelled as his hot seed erupted at me. Two, three, four ropes landed on my face with the rest finding its way to my shirt.
We were both silent and still for what seemed like an eternity. I was stunned at what I was just forced to do. I felt so humiliated having sucked a black mans cock and being turned on by it. Then I realized I needed to get out of there before he did anything else to me.
As I was reaching up to wipe it off my face with my sleeve Ty barked, “No! Leave it slut. I want you to show your wife that I marked my territory.” The cum had gone cold and made my face feel funny, but I ignored it. Ty put the cash in a small duffel bag and handed it to me. He walked me to the door in silence. We passed by Sadie who smiled at me on the way out.
Once the door was open Ty spoke, “Why don’t we have diner at your place tomorrow. Just you me and your wife. By then I expect the two of you will have made your decision and we can work out the details.”
I was about to ask what if we decided not to take his offer but Ty closed the door ending any debate or conversation we might have had.
The cool evening breeze made the cum on my face even colder. I was glad it was late and none of the neighborhood moms were out jogging. On the short walk home I kept trying to figure out how I was going explain all of this to Laura. By the time I reach my front door I was still at a lack for ideas.
The house was mostly dark, light from the TV flickered through an archway. I passed by the entertainment room, by the sound of it Melissa was watching Repo Man again. Mel, as she liked to be called, heard my entrance to he house and yelled over the TV, “Have fun tonight James.” Melissa was sixteen and was going through a rebellious emo phase. She hadn’t called me dad or daddy in a couple years.
Her question was simple enough, but a moment of fear that she might know what happened made me stumble on my words, “Ummm, ahhh, yeah, yeah I had a good time. Ty errr Mr. Robins and his wife are nice people.” I wasn’t sure if there was enough light from the TV to allow Melissa to seen the slime on my face and I didn’t stay around long enough to find out.
I quickly made my way upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was closed but light was coming from under it. I paused at the door for a moment and tried to calmed myself. I reached out and turned the handle, my heart was racing in my chest. Laura was in her night gown reading in the bed.
She looked up at me from her magazine as I entered.
“What did Tyrone want to talk with you about?” Laura said as I approached the bed. Before I could answer she asked a second one, “What do you have all over your face, and your shirt?”
I sat on the edge of the bed facing her, “Ty has a job offer he wants me to talk with you about. And its, umm, its umm, “ I looked down at the splotches of liquid on my shirt trying to summon the courage to answer her second question.
“Is it, cum?”Laura asked hesitantly. I nodded my head in affirmation. “Why do you have cum on your face? Is it yours?” She paused a moment in realization, “Its Ty’s, isn’t it?” I nodded again, “James, what is going on, what happened after I left?”
I explained to her, in detail, about Ty’s desire to own us, to have me manage his money, the ten thousand dollars, what he wanted to pay me, and me sucking off his cock. I got hard remembering the feeling of having Ty force himself on me. Laura was quiet while I explained everything. The whole time I didn’t look at her in fear of rejection. When I was done with my story I forced myself to look at her.
She reached forward grabbed my shirt with both hands and pulled me into a passionate kiss. It had been years since we kissed like that. Our tongues explored each others mouths while our hands pulled and tugged at the others clothes discarding them in a pile on the floor.
I maneuvered us so I was on top. I grabbed my dick and slid it into my wife. She was hotter and wetter than I could remember her ever being. Her pussy grabbed me, pulled me. We continued to make out while I thrust into her over and over.
Between making out with my wife and being aroused from sucking off Ty, I wasn’t able to last long. Within a couple minute I exploded into Laura’s silky pussy. She moaned in exasperation, I knew I had disappointed her by not being able to last longer, “Honey, I’m sorry with all of what happened tonight I could help it.” I tried to explain as my dick was shrinking inside her.
“It’s okay, I understand. But I’m still really horny, would you mind going down on me and finishing me off?” She consoled meas she brushed her hand along my cheek.
“But I didn’t wear a condom.”
“Please.” Laura used her best puppy face and I caved in.
I lowered myself down to her glistening pussy. It had some of my cum leaking out of it. Laura gently guided my head to her pussy and then started grinding her sex on my face. I did my best to please her. The taste of her and I mixed was better than I expected. After the first few licks I didn’t even notice anymore.
Laura eventually pulled me back up with a smile on her face, “Thank you darling. I needed that.”
We cuddled each other in silence that was eventually broken by Laura, “I think we should try it.” I looked at her quizzically. “Ty’s offer,” she continued, “you would be making almost two hundred and fifty thousand a year, and it might be fun.”
I was surprised at Laura’s response to the offer. But the prospect of the unknown excited me in more ways than one. I smiled at her, “What are you going to make for dinner for Ty?”

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A call on Saturday morning

She was out side in the garden pulling weeds on a Saturday morning, when her cell phone rang. “Hello” she said.
“What are you doing?” he said
“Working in the garden.”
“Stop, right now and go into the house!” Her breath caught in her throat and her heart started pounding at the commanding tone of his voice.
“Yes, sir” she whispered as she stood and went into the house.
“Go into your room, take out your small dildo and pull down your pants”
“I have it sir my pants are down”
“Suck and lick your dildo, I want to hear your wet mouth on it”
“Yes, sir”. She held the phone to her mouth as she lick and suck the rubber cock making it wet with her saliva.
“Now set on the phone on loudspeaker then put it on the bed, open your pussy with one hand and stuff the wet dildo into your pussy, tell me as each inch go in.”
“Yes sir” she did as instructed laying the phone on the bed after switching it to loudspeaker. She spread her pussy lips with the thumb and finger of her left hand and presses the tip of the rubber cock to the opening of her pussy.
“The head is pressing into my pussy, sir. Now sliding in the first inch. Now sliding to the second inch sir, .starting on the 3rd…”
“On my count of three you will have the full 6 ½ inches inside you understand.. One two three!” He could hear her slam the dildo into place in her pussy trying to make his count, he know that last ½ inch would have been a hard fit when she was not fully relaxed and turned on. “Now turn it so the balls are pressing your clit and pull your pussy lips down over the end of the dildo. Then pull up your panties and pants and do them back up. When you are redressed sit on the edge of the bed and pick up the phone.”
He listened to the whisper of fabric as she redressed. The sound of the zipper going back up, her little moan as she sat on the bed, pressing the dildo hard into her cunt.
“I am here sir.”
“Good girl, now I want you to go back to the garden and get on your hands and knees as you pull weeds. I want your pants pulled high around your waist to hold that dildo in place, as you weed and crawl around the garden. Do not stand up before I call again, if you need something crawl to get it, and don’t think I won’t know if you don’t.”
“Yes, sir. How long until you call again sir?”
“That is none of your business pet. Now go into the garden then hang up and put your phone in your pocket.”
“Goodbye, sir.”
“Good pet”
She pulled her pants high around her waist letting the crotch cut into her pussy lips, then knelt in the garden. Her pussy throbbed with the feel of the dildo pressed hard into her cunt, the head on her cervix. Each movement causing the dildo to rub back and forth as she crawled along the flowerbed pulling weeds. She could feel her pussy juices starting to soak her panties as she move from bed to bed. How long had it been? She felt flushed and hot as she worked the knees of her pants damp from the dirt. Her palms sweating inside her gloves. She jumped as her phone rang and vibed in her pocket. She fumbled with the phone trying to get her glove off while staying on her hands and knees. “Hello……sir”
“Good girl” he said as he sat in his car just down the street where he had been watching her. He watched her pulling weeds and crawling thru the dirt and wait until he saw her moving her hips to rock the dildo inside her as she worked. He did not even think she realized that she was swing her hips and humping the dildo as she worked.
“Now crawl to the end of the flower bed, sit up on to your heels with your ankles crossed and then put the phone back to your ear.”
“Yes sir” she tucked the phone into the front of her blouse and crawled the length of the flowerbeds. She wondered if any of her neighbors saw her as she moved down the flowerbed, did they wonder what she was doing? She crossed her ankles and sat up and back on to her heels the end of the dildo landed directly on her heel forcing it deeper into her. Her breath was coming in short pants as she fished the phone out of her shirt and put it to her ear.
“You are such a good girl today pet! Here is what you are to do next. Get up and walk to the front porch, take off your shoes and socks being sure to bend down and untie each one and remove them one at a time by hand. Then come back on the phone.”
“Yes, sir. May I stand now sir?”
“Oh you are a good girl today! Yes pet you may stand now.”
He watched her stand and move to the front porch. He could barely see her as she bent to remove the items as instructed.
The dildo pressed deep inside her as she stood and walked slowly to the front porch, the dildo sliding a little out of her as she walked due to her flowing juices. At the porch she bent to undo her shoes her pants crotch pressing the dildo back inside her rubbing her clit and pussy lips as she shifted position. Each little move she made as she took off each item causing it to shift and rub inside her. She stood up and took the phone from her blouse again, “I am ready for your next instruction sir.”
“Are you my pet? We will see, walk up to the front door and open it but do not enter. Once the door is open put your phone on speaker and lay in on the floor inside the door. Then slowly remove your blouse and pants and stand in front of the door.”
“Sir? Please sir someone might see!”
“Of course they will, that is the point to show what a little slut you truly are now do it or the game is over!!”
“Yes sir.” She whispered. Then pressed the button to switch the phone to speaker as she walked slowly toward the door. Her hand on the doorknob she hesitated her breath coming in short worried pants.
“Open the door NOW!”
She jumped as she realized that he could see her and if he could others could. She opened the door and laid the phone on the floor. Slowly button-by-button she undid her blouse until it hung open.
“Come on pet, you can do it take it off.”
Her blouse slide off her shoulders and dropped to the porch behind her. Her thoughts raced who would see her? What would they think? Would it turn them on? Could they really see anything as she was facing the open door any way?
“Now the pants.”
She undid the button and zipper then slowly slid the pants down over her hips letting them drop to a puddle at her feet.
“Now step out of your pants and turn around and pick up the blouse and pants. Stand facing away from the door and fold each item of clothing your dropped.”
Her breath caught in her chest as she stepped out of the pants and slowly turned. She keep her eyes down, even if someone is there I can’t see them she thought as she did as she was told.
“Now walk to the edge of the porch and put them next to your shoes, then walk back to the door and stand facing the doorway.”
Her body trembled from head to toe but she did what he said, keeping her head and eye down so she could not see anyone, if they were even there.
He could see her shaking from where he sat and watched her, this was better then he thought she would be able to do. He wondered if she thought everyone was watching her but he knew that there was no one on the street, maybe they watched from their houses but that view would be obstructed at best. He watched her lower the clothes to the porch step. “STOP!” She froze in place still facing the street head down. “I know you can hear me you just proved it. Now take off your panties and bra and put them on the pile before you walk back to the doorway. Oh and don’t lose the dildo from your hot wet cunt when you do it.”
She could not believe this, that he was asking her and that she was doing it as she walked to the porch step in only her panties, bra and dildo. She froze at his voice it seemed so loud. Her whole body shook as she listened to his instructions. Oh my god she couldn’t do that she just couldn’t. Her mind race in circles as she stood there slowly she started to shake her head no.
“Come on pet, you can do this think how hot you feel just to think of being in undies outside. Think of how hot you will be walking naked on your own front porch. Come on pet be a good girl you can do it for me.” He coaxed her and praised her until her hands lift behind her back to take off the bra. “Oh pet! What a good pet you are. So compliant so giving. Now the panties, don’t lose your dildo. Now turn and walk to the door and wait.”
What was she doing? She could not be doing this on the porch her mind screamed as her hands reached to remove the bra. Her head swam as she listened to his voice telling her what to do next telling her how good she was. She turned and walked to the door the dildo trying to slide out of her wet cunt as she walked. She stopped in front of the doorway and stood shaking.
“Good girl, you are doing wonderfully now step inside the house and pick up your phone. Leave the door open and go into your bedroom and take out all your toys and put them on the bed. Lay them out neatly then kneel next to the bed. Cross your ankles and sit back on them so that the dildo is on your heel then spread your knees wide apart. Put the phone on the floor in front of you and then cross your arms behind your back holding your elbows in your palms. Keep your head and eyes down. When in position your are to say “your pet is waiting sir” do you understand?”
“Yes sir” she whispered as she stepped into the house and picked up the phone. She went into her bedroom and opened the drawer of toys. Carefully she laid out the three dildos, each progressively longer and thicker. Then the nipple clamps, clit clamp and weights that went with them. Next the paddle, the crop and the small whip. Lastly was the collars, cuffs, restraints and both a short and long leash. She wondered when he had gotten some of these items and what he was going to do with them, but did not hesitate until the drawer was empty. When all were neatly on the bed she moved to the side of the bed by the door. She placed the phone on the floor and knelt. She crossed her ankles and sat back on to her heels. Now with the dildo held in place she spread her knees as wide as she could, crossed her arms behind her back and lowered her head and eyes and then spoke the words he wanted. “Your pet is waiting sir.”
At her words he moved the car into the driveway, picked up her things from the front step and entered the house quietly closing the door behind him. He could hear her breathing even before he got to the bedroom door the short excited pants as she waited for him. He was still amazed at all she had done already today they had not gone all that far in these games yet as they had only just started to play, but he could see that this was turning point in the game and it really appeared that she was needing a lot more than he had been giving her so far. He was amazed by the power and passion he felt as he watched her follow his instructs as if he really was in charge of her every more. He was so turned on to command her to do things that he knew she wanted and yet didn’t, but that she did on his say so.
He stepped quietly into the bedroom to look over the scene that was set. His beautiful pet kneeling at the side of the bed, a bed full of toys of pleasure and pain that she had laid out for him as instructed. Her large tits displayed by the way her arms were held behind her back, her nipples hard and puckered, her pussy hair sparkling with her juices she was so wet with excitement. Oh he will have to see just how far he can push her, what will she take before she bolts or shuts down. He is surprised by his thoughts and desires, he did not even know that he wanted this or how hot it would make him. He walks up to her and reaches down to pick up the phone, hanging it up and turning it off so that no one would interrupt them. He turned off his cell also and took the phone off the hook on the bedside table. He reached out to stroke her hair, “what a good girl you are today. Everything that I have told you to do you have done.” His hand stroked her hair and down onto her breasts as he talked to her. Soothing her, quieting her as you would a frightened animal. Stroking her shoulder, breasts and nipples his hard cock just inches from her down turned face, making a tent in his pants. “How did it feel to have that rubber cock inside you as you worked in the garden?” He asked but he covered her mouth with his hand so that she could not reply. “Did it make you hot to crawl in the dirt with a cock inside your tight, wet pussy? Did you think about if any one could tell that your pussy was stuffed with cock as you worked? Did you know that you swing your hips and humped that cock as you worked, that anyone could tell that you were turned on and horny?”
She heard the sound of a car starting and pulling into the driveway, she knew that he must have been right across the street the whole time. She wondered what he thought of her for her slavish response to his every command. Her mind raced to nowhere as she knelt there waiting on him, submitting to his every whim so far. Think about all the items she had laid on the bed. As her mind raced she did not hear him enter the bedroom until his shoes showed up in her line of vision. She started to panic as he took the phone and moved around the room, how could she be this turned on by this submitting to him. She was not a slut, he will think such terrible things about her. Just as she started to move his hand touched her hair and she froze. His gentle stroking of her hair and breasts calmed her, his words of praise soothed her fear of his rejection of her actions. She wanted to answer his questions but did not know what to say or how she felt beyond hot, horny and wet but was saved from answering by his hand over her mouth so she licked and kissed his palms as he talked.
“Did you get even hotter as you took off your cloths at the door? Did your breath come in quick pants of excitement?” He kept his hand over her mouth but began inserting fingers one at a time into her mouth to be sucked and licked. “I was so proud of you when you striped the bra and panties off as instructed for that there will be a reward later, but you did hesitate more than once at my instructions for that there must first be a punishment.” She whimpered into his hand but sucked harder on the thumb in her mouth. “Now listen very carefully to me.” He removed his hand from her mouth and took her chin in his hand turning her face up to look into his. “This is very important, you must choose to continue the game or not. If you choose to play this game will last until Sunday night or you use the safety word to end it, do you understand?”
She looked into his face but did not speak.
“You may speak now, in fact you must say it out loud.”
“Yes sir I understand.”
“Do you choose to stay or go?”
“Stay sir.”
“You understand that from now on the only one that decides anything from now on is me until Sunday night?”
“Yes sir”
“What is your safety word for slow down and for stop?”
“Slow down is Mississippi and stop is Boston.”
“Very good pet. This will be a very interesting weekend. Now to start with you have no name from now on. You will respond to pet, girl, slave or slut, understand nod your head yes or no.” She head nodded yes as her breath caught in her chest. “Now pet first we must do something about your punishment, not to harsh I think as this is new to you but enough that you will remember better next time.” “I believe I like that look of your chest and nipples displayed this way but I think they need more decoration, don’t you?”
She nodded her head yes even as her thought went to the items on the bed, oh what did he mean by decorations. Her nipples puckered harder at the thought of the clamps and weights lying on the bed. She had, had clamps on her nipples before but they never seemed to be enough, not tight enough or heavy enough.
“Yes I do believe decorations will help, but I don’t want you to move so I think I will start with some restraints and see where we go.” He picked up the Velcro straps from the bed, he looped them around her arm and hand just below the wrist on each side so that she would not be able to pull her arms from behind her back. “Now let me think about the decorations that you will need…….hum is it punishment or pleasure? I think punishment for now.” He reached for her nipples and began to roll them between his finger and thumbs. “Yes punishment is the way to go,” he said as he pinched down hard on each nipple and pull outward.
She gasped and arched her back to press into his hands as he pulled away. Her pussy was so wet it was drooling on the floor between her spread legs but the pain added to the flow.
He released her nipples and watched them redden and pucker as he reached for the set of clamps on the bed. These were adjustable clamps so that you could make them very tight or just tight enough to stay on. “Yes, punishment if good for a slave don’t you think? If helps them know their place and what to do.” As he spoke he turned the screw on the clamp 4 times on each one. She was not going to like this he thought as he did it, but she would not know until they went on how tight he had made them. “Now lets see if these are punishment for my little slave.” He said as he pulled out her left nipple and opened the clamp. He let it close slowly over her nipple gently biting at first then tighter and tighter it closed, he heard her breath suck in as it tightened until she whimpered as it closed the last bit. “Oh good slave you took that very well, now the other one.” Again he pulled out her nipple and opened the clamp. This time she knew how tight it would be so he let it close faster, not quiet a snap but close. He was rewarded with a small yelp from her.
He stood back to look at the nipples closed in the vice grip of the clamps and pulled down by the chain between them. Wow that was hot to see! Would they be tight enough to hold the weights he thought as he reached out to tug on the chain. She did not move but arched her back to follow the pull.
She heard the chain of the nipple clamp being lift from the bed but did not move her head to see. Oh god would he make them tight, tight enough to fill that ache in her nipples, she hoped he would not be to soft hearted to see her in pain, pain that she needed but did know how to ask for. She felt his finger on her left nipple as he pulled it out from her chest. The clamp closing over it, she was disappointed it was not enough was her thought as it closed, but it got tighter and tighter and tighter until whimpered in pain/pleasure at the feel of it. Oh yes she thought he did it, it was painfully tight. She waited on the pleasure of the other nipple being slowing closed in the jaws of the clamp. First the pull by his finger and then the clamp only this time he did not close it by tiny degrees, she could not hold back the yelp of pain as the clamp almost snapped closed on her nipple. Oh yes, the feel the tightness. She felt him lift the chain and tug on it the clamps did not come off but felt a little like they wanted to.
“Nope not quite enough,” he said as he pulled on the chain. She began to whimper as he gave the screw 2 more turns each. “There that will hold what we need.” Her nipples looked quite beautiful squeezed by the clamp until they were turning colors. Well he would not be able to leave them on that tight for very long so he should do something more. He picked up the weights from the bed. “Let see one or two each to you think?” “Yes your right two to start with and then maybe we will see just how many your can hold.” He attached two weights to the chain just below each clamp and stepped to view his work. The weight pulled her nipples destining them toward the floor it was a very hot look really.
She was both relieved and afraid when he said the clamps would be tightened. Did she really want that? With her next thought she was released, she did not have to decide only he did, her only decision was stop or not. And she was nowhere near wanting to stop. She began to whimper in pain as he tightened the screws 2 full turns. Her breath in short pants of pain. Weights? He was going to add weight? 2 oh god how would that feel? She didn’t have long to think about it as he added the weights to each nipple and she wanted to cum that very second. He stood back to look at her and it made her feel sexy, sluty and hot, hot, hot…
Yes he could tell by the flush of her skin that this is what his little slave had needed and he had not known. “You know what slave, I think we will need picture so that you can relive this moment as much as you need.” He left the room to get his digital camera, on the shelf next to it was the camcorder. Now that is a thought …yes her head was down she would not see the camcorder if he put it on the dresser. Next time he would plan ahead have it set up already. For now that would have to do. He took both back in to the bedroom and set up the video as best he could quickly and then began taking pictures for her to look at later. He showed her a couple of the shots right then to see her reaction.
Pictures he was going to take pictures? She thought of how she might look and whimpered in desire as he left for the camera. Her legs were starting to ache from sitting on them, but she did not move. She heard the click of the camera as he moved around her. OH god she looked hot in the couple of shots he showed her.
“Now it is time for the punishment.” Come on I will help you to stand. He took her elbows in his hands and lifted her to her feet. This set the weights and chain swinging and small whimpers and moans to escape her. “Now I want you to walk forward to the sofa table there in the middle of the room. You didn’t think about why that table might be in such an odd place I bet?” “Stand in front of the table.” “Now lean forward over the table I will support you so you don’t have to worry about falling.” “Be sure you are over the table far enough that your tits are hanging on the other side slave.”
Stand she was not sure she could get up with her arms tied but then he lifted her by her elbows. Oh god the weights and chain tugging biting as they moved. She walked up to the table that she had not noticed before it was about top of her leg high. Bend over it how she would fall with her arms tied that way, but then his arm was around her shoulders as she leaned out over the table. Oh yeah she did not want to lay on the clamps or her nipples so she stretched a little forward so that her breast hung over the side of the table.
“Now these will help you with the punishment,” he said as he added cuffs to her ankles. “Now spread your legs until your are laying on the table.”
He attached a soft rope to the cuff and put it around the table leg pulling it tighter until her toes only touched then the other leg. He watched her struggle to hold on to the dildo as it slipped. He picked up the collar from the bed with more rope and put his hand on her back as she tipped backward. “Now stay in place pet.”
She spread her legs until she was laying and felt the dildo start to slip from her dripping pussy. How could some that had been so tight going in now just slide out like it was a pencil. She felt her leg being pulled toward the table leg until her toes just touched the floor then the other leg. Now she really was losing the dildo and tipping backward off the table. He hand was on her back holding her in place as he put a collar around her neck.
He fastened the collar and run the rope thru the two rings and down to the table legs. Pulling it tight enough to hold her but not choke her. He caught the dildo just as it slipped from her pussy. “Now that will not do that is one more thing to punish.” But lets not waste this slicked up dildo now. I think it is time that more than a finger is in that ass of yours.” He said and he pressed the head to her asshole.
“Sir, please no.”
A hard smack of his hand to her ass cheek was his response. “What, you are a slave and have no say in this.” I guess we will have to have some punishment and then the ass be filled. If you are good I might even add some lube for your asshole.” With that he slapped her ass again. “In fact I think you should be thanking me for this spanking you so badly need. I want a “thank you sir” after each one.”
She jumped at the smack to her ass, which made her tits move. Oh, the pull of the weights and clamps. Oh he was changing into a master, his tone, his demands everything and it just made her hotter. What a slut she really was but he was loving it she could tell. Another slap to her ass, the clamps pulling, the feel of her ass on fire… his demand for a thank you sir, everything pushing her toward the edge of coming. “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” It got harder and harder to say “Thank you, Sir.” And she started cumming her ass on fire her nipples in pain her arms ached everything was too much to hold off her cum. She cried out as she came, body-shaking, legs stiff. And then dropped back over the table.
Well that was interesting she came from a spanking or was it the nipple clamps or both. Well this is still only the beginning so there would be more time to see. “Did my slave cum? Did she so like the pain that she lost control? And I don’t recall telling you, you could cum?” His hand rubbed lightly over her red-hot ass. His other hand stroking his hard cock. “Well since you came it is only right that I do also. Now I think I might just check out that virgin ass for my hard cock instead of the smaller dildo.” He striped his clothes off as he walked around her.
“Suck my cock, get it nice and wet” he said as he stuffed it into her mouth. “Yes I think I will just take that ass as part of your punishment. Think how it will feel to have my big, hot, hard cock driving into your tight little ass.” She whimpered around his cock. “But I don’t want to ruin it for later so you’re in luck and I will add the lube.” He reached over her back as she sucked and stuck a lubed finger in her ass. “Yeah that is it suck that cock, the better you suck the more lube I will add” as another finger of lube went into her ass. “Oh that is good slave, you are really doing well” he reached down and picked up the weights in his hands holding them to release the pressure temporarily.
Oh god her ass he was going to fuck her ass he was not small she should have let him put in the dildo. His cock was in her face and she began to lick and suck it hard, hoping she could make him cum before he could fuck her. He finger was in her ass over and over as he added more lube. Then the weight lifted from her nipples, he was holding them relieving the pressure and weight.
“Stop” he pulled is cock from her mouth as the pre cum leaked from the tip. “You thought that would work that you could make me cum when I had your ass to look forward to.” “Silly slave, I can have that mouth any time, now it will be your ass” He dropped the weights that he held in his hands and she cried out in pain. “Remember who is the master” is all he said as he walked around the table to her ass.
Oh god he had wanted this for so long but she was hesitate about it ….Now he got to have what he wanted. He applied a hard smack to each cheek to distract her as he lubed his cock and began pressing into her ass. “Relax slut, fighting will only make it worse and I will have this. You are just a fuck toy, a hole for me to fill as I want.” As he talked to her he pressed harder into her ass, until the head of his cock slipped into her ass.
“Yeah that is my fuck toy, take the cock, take more of it, let it in. slave” she moaned and whimpered and grunted as he pumped in and out of her ass each time going deeper until he was in up to his ball. And then he held. Oh it was tight and hot in there. He reached under her to her pussy to find it dripping on to the floor. He rubbed her clit and stroked her pussy lips until she relaxed again.
Her nipples hurt, her ass stung and her mind raced. The hard slap to her ass checks startled her and then she felt his cock pressing at her ass. Oh god it will not fit he is to big. He kept talking to her in his master voice coaxing, her to let him in, telling her that he will fuck her so she should make it better by letting him in. His cock pressing harder not letting up and then suddenly the head was in her ass. She sucked in air and held her breath for a second, ok that was not so bad in fact it let kind of good, a full tight feeling, she relaxed a little more. His strokes were short at first letting her get used to the feeling, more and more of his cock sliding into her ass with each stroke. She found herself wanting more whimpering and moaning in need, grunting as she tried to take more of him with each stroke. Her pussy on fire with need her juices dripping from her spread open pussy. Finally she felt his hips touch her hot, red ass. He was in all the way and he stopped moving, just holding inside her pressing her into the table, she was so full, so tight. She felt his fingers on her pussy and clit, stroking petting her wet dripping pussy until she relaxed under him.
Then he began to stroke in and out of her ass slowly at first, fingering her clit and pussy, then finger fucking her as he fucked her ass. He could not believe how it felt. He pumped harder and faster as he came closer to cumming. He put his hands on her hips to hold her as he pounded into her ass. Thinking about the weights on her nipple and how it must hurt as they swing to his pounding. Harder and harder until he could not hold back. He came in her ass, flooding it with hot cum. As he did he heard her cry out and felt her spasm as she came. Her ass squeeze down on his cock locking him in place.
She felt him start to move, slowly at first stroking in and out of her ass, his fingers still on her pussy. The he was finger fucking her in time to his strokes into her ass, she feel her cum building inside her. He moved his hands to her hips holding her in place and he pounded into her ass hard and faster, clamps and weights pulling and bouncing as he fucked her. She was going to cum, the pain the pleasure the hot feel of this cock in her ass. She felt him stiffen and then flood her ass with his cum. That pushed her over the edge her 2nd cum ripping thru her, her ass clamping down on the hot cock inside it holding him as she shook and came.
He lay over her back as he recovered. “Now slave that was a great job. You did well pet you made me happy so for that I will end the punishment with only 10 minutes of the full set of weights on your nipples and your dildo in your ass to hold in my cum.
He heard her whimper as he pulled from her ass and he smiled he know that whimper it was “the don’t go” one she always had after they made love. He pickup the dildo and slide it easily into her asshole. “Now for you weights.” He picked up the remaining 6 weights and walked to her head. “Count as I add them”
“One, sir two, sir, three sir” her breath gasping, her voice a whisper. “ four, sir,,,,, five, sir, six, sir” as she started to cry from the pain.
He set the timer to 10 minutes and set it on the floor she could watch the time go by. He took pictures of her stuffed red ass and of her nipples weighted and distained. Her tear streaked face. He really could not believe she had not used a safe word. He went to the bathroom to clean his cock and then to get a snack and a drink. Knowing that the video camera was still on her.
She heard him walk away as she watched the timer, tears of joy/pain dripping from her face and cum dripping from her pussy and ass. She felt so good, hot, sexy, wanted she loved that he had finally taken control, used her as she needed to be use. She relaxed into her bindings letting her mind flout away on the sea of feeling racking her body.
He stood in the doorway watching her as the timer ticked away the last few seconds of her punishment. Her nipples distained, the clamps had slide down on her nipples so that they seemed to be holding on to the very ends of them. Her body making little movements as if she was having one long slow cum, the movement moving the weights in a slow swing her ass red and beautiful from the spanking he had given her. He waited on the timer she seemed total unawhere of him. She jumped at the buzz of the timer he wondered where she had been while she waited, she had made no more then a few soft whimpers and moans during the time. He walked up to her and stroked her hair as he turned off the timer. “What a beautiful pet you are. So good to stay silent in your punishment. Now I will release your feet and then neck, stay still and I will help you to stand and then remove the clamps.” He untied each of her ankles and moved her feet closer together so that she could relax her legs and would know it was ok to move them. Then he untied the neck rope from each leg of the table letting it hang from the rings on her collar. “Now pet I want you to bring your legs together and push up as I lift your shoulders, don’t pull backwards of the weights will catch on the table edge.” He put his hands under her shoulders and began to lift up slowly until the weights had cleared the edge of the table, then pushing back to help bring her to her feet.
He gently wiped the tears from her face as she leaned into his hand. “Ok pet, now this will hurt.” He stroked he hands down her breasts to her distained nipples and took a clamp in each hand. “Ok, take a breath and hold it.” As she drew in a breath he released both clamps at once. At her gasp and small scream he drop the clamps to the side and took both breasts in his hands quickly sucking on each nipple to help the blood return to it and rolling them in his fingers until she stopped the silent screams. He took her in his arms drawing her until her breasts pressed to his naked chest.
She had drifted away from herself floating on the feeling racking her body, not thinking, just being. She jumped at the sound of the buzzer throwing her back into her pain and lust filled body. She felt his hand on her head. He was telling her something but her mind was not fully with her yet and it did really matter he would let her know was to do. She felt him untie each ankle and pull on the cuffs to bring her legs together. She felt the rope on the collar release and then his hands under her shoulders pressing straight up. She brought her feet together and pushed up to match his lift, then he was pushing back on her shoulders as she tried to clear her mind, until she was standing. The weights pulling her nipples out long, painful not pleasurable any more. His hand wipe the tears from her face and she leaned her head into the comfort. This time she could understand what he said and she drew in a breath and bite off the scream as pain lanced thru her nipples. He hands were on her breasts massaging, rolling the nipples, sucking them into his hot mouth until the pain subsided. She leaned into his shoulder as he put his arms around her and held her to his naked chest.
“Are you OK pet?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice still shaky as she spoke, her mind still floating in the sexual high.
“It is time to clean up pet.” He said as he reached out for the larger dildo lying on the bed. “Now let’s go into the bathroom and clean you up so that we can continue.” He took her hand and lead her towards the bathroom, the cuffs on her ankles, collar on her neck with the ropes still hanging from it and the dildo in her nicely marked ass.
She let him lead her into the bathroom, the dildo in her ass gently rubbing as she walked. She catch site of herself in the mirror, sweaty and flushed, her nipples red, sore and standing out, her neck collared, arm bound behind her back, her ass red with his hand prints, the dildo sticking out of her ass, cum running down her legs from her ass and pussy, she had the look of a sex toy that had been well used.
He saw her looking at herself in the mirror, the site she must be to herself, so loving marked and used as the toy she so wanted to be but could not ask for. He removed the binding from her arms and gently rubbed her arms and hands. “Lean forward and put your hands on the edge of the sink, pet.” She was moving before he even finish saying it. He looked at her in the mirror her breast hanging between her arms as she held her back straight and looked at herself in the mirror. He took the rope hanging from her collar in this hand, “now bend your head and shoulder down toward your chest.” As she rolled her back to shorten the distance between her head and chest he began to wind the rope around the base of her breast, pulling it tight then looping back to the collar and fastening it in place, then the other side. “Now stand up and look at yourself pet.”
Her arms ached from being bound behind her, it felt wonderful as he massaged each arm after releasing the bindings. She leaned over the counter at his first word. The site of her large breasts hanging from her chest was hot to see. At his request she rounded her back and brought her head down. She watched as he wound the rope tightly around the base of her breast and then fastened the rope to her collar, first one then the other. She stood arms at her side as told she looked at herself in the mirror. Her large breast bound into tight hard balls on her chest. By standing up her collar lifted the breasts high up and made her the picture of a slave. Marked, bound, and stuffed, she felt him run his hands over her tight breasts and caressing the sore nipples. Then he bent down and removed the cuffs from her ankles.
He watched her reaction in the mirror as she stood and found that the collar pulled her breasts high on her chest. He saw the slight arch she put into her back so that they were as high as possible and as tight as possible. He caressed her breasts and nipples as he watched the color of the breast change from the blood flow restriction. Then he bent to remove the cuffs, no since getting them wet if it was not needed. He turned on the shower to mildly warm and helped her step into the shower. “Now reach behind you and pull out the dildo, wash it well and then hand it to me, but let the water flow over your breasts and nipples as you do this.”
She had stepped into the shower at the slights touch from his hand. She stood with her side to the shower stream. At his instruction she reached for the dildo in her ass, but stopped and turned toward the shower spray positioning herself so that the water hit her bound breasts before she reached again for the dildo and began to pull it from her ass. She felt the cum and lube leaking from her ass as she brought the dildo in front of her so that she could wash it. She soaped it well and then rinsed before handing it to him, she saw him place it on the counter next to a larger dildo that she remembered laying on the bed.
“Now turn around and wash your ass and pussy. Use your fingers inside your ass help wash away the cum and shit. Now that sloppy wet pussy, make it all nice and clean for your master to use again.” She followed his instructions to the letter, he watched her finger sliding in and out of her ass and she pulled out the cum and shit that was mixed there. Then move on to her pussy, spreading the lips to wash away her cum. Scooping the water into her pussy to rinse it.
“Now stand still until I tell you to move.” He said as he turned off the hot water she gasped as the cold water poured over her. “Now turn around and let it run on your front.” She did as she was told as she started to shiver from the cold water. “Good slave, now step out of the shower and stand on the mat.” He saw the goose bumps covering her body as she moved but the cold water had taken some of the heat from her nipples and ass as he had planned. As she stood on the mat dripping and shivering he removed the binding from each of her breasts and then the wet rope from the collar rings. He handed her a towel to dry off with.
“You are a beautiful, obedient pet.” He whispered as he watched her dry herself. “Such a responsive slut to every pain and humiliation I have given you today.” “Now hang up the towel and go to the mirror again.” He watched her move into place. “Freshen up your hair and make up.” While she did this he watched her and stroked her body. “Good pet, now spread your legs a little for me, and I will fill your needy pussy with this dildo before you dress again.” He picked up the larger dildo from the counter and showed it to her as she silently moved her legs apart. “Now see even after washing you are wet and slippery down here. This dildo will have no problems sliding into your sloppy pussy.” He spread her pussy lips and with one slow stroke buried the fat dildo deep inside her. Her only response a slow sucking in of her breath as it filled her. He buckled a belt with a strap hanging from the front around her waist, he pulled the strap up between her legs and attached it to the back of the belt. He pulled the strap tight until it pressed into her pussy lips and the dido hold it is place.
“Now pet we are going out for a little while so come and let me pick out your clothes.” She followed him back into the bedroom walking with the fat dildo rubbing and moving inside her. He pulled clothes from the dresser and closet as she stood at the end of the bed. He handed her the shelf bra, low cut cami, sheer over blouse and short denim skirt. “Put on the bra first so that we can make any adjustments.” She bend scooped her breasts into the bra before standing to fasten it. “Oh nice. But I think the straps should be a little shorter to really push your breasts up.” He said as he stood behind her and shortened them until your breasts where lifted and the strap cut into her shoulders her nipples just above the edge of the cups. “Now the cami.” She dropped it over her head smoothing it into place over her breasts. “Now that is too high” and he adjusted the cami straps until it front of it barely covered her nipples. “There now the skirt and blouse.” She dressed tucking the cami and blouse into the top of the skirt which pulled the cami even lower on her breasts.
“Now step into these shoes and I will get dressed and we are off.” She simply whimpered as she put on the 5inch heels and buckled the strap around her ankle. She was wondering what he was up to now. She was dressed (barely) like at hooker and he said they were going out. The fat dildo in her made her hot and wet and felt so tight and full. She watched him dress in casual clothes and then followed him out of the room. To their next adventure that he had planned for this day.

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Used by my neighbor 2

In part 1 the narrator, a 28 year old woman, described visiting her upstairs neighbor about a maintenance problem, only to wind up getting fucked, then thrown out into the stairwell naked, leaving her to get dressed. She returned home and wound up in a 69 with her boyfriend, Matt.

The Champion’s Companion 2

The Huntress Leader is a position of seniority to the band. Huntresses who volunteer before the enclave can create bands.
Caris is the Huntress Leader. If ranked by ability, Caris would be a distant third or a solid fifth in the twelve person bands Huntresses that usually range around in. Caris didn’t want to follow older girls and get her ass kicked around until she had her own team, so she made her own. Caris led the band by force of personality. Everyone around her was raised with her. She had been bossing and manipulating her teammates since they were all children. The four women were all only twenty summers old. The group was the smallest and weakest band in their enclave.
Ignorant of their failings, the band plodded along doing whatever Caris came up with. Then Kaarthen came along after just finishing labor a few days prior. She had been lying around the enclave, meditating for two months in preparation for her pregnancy and was barely recovered. Caris knew she was for some reason desperately looking to get back out and didn’t care about seniority despite her well-documented 5 years. Caris was okay with it. It simply became another rule she could forget as Huntress Leader.
Caris shirked the usual practices of Huntress Leader by keeping the others in a close enough formation to be heard and be seen by the others when they were stopped or moving. The tightened formation limited their awareness since one person can hear better, when they are moving alone. She could communicate better with the tighter formation and felt in control.
To her weak side was Kassin, an Amazon with long hair more black than grey that hung to her lower back. She also had the usual pale colorless skin. Taller then most men at six and a half feet, slender, and deceptively fragile looking, her breasts were cones that were very undersized to the rest of her frame. Kassin was quiet, and very introspective. Caris knew she was very sensitive about her lack of feminine features.
Caris had really pushed her when it came time, to not become a priestess. She was too good with a blade, spear, and could run fast as the wind. Kassin was the best fighter in the group.
To Caris’ rear was Kassin’s lover Ailli.
She was equally quiet and dark the two had been together since the girls had been allowed to cleanse within the purified waters of the Dark Mother’s temple. Caris was the one who found the two kissing one day when the priestesses were teaching the importance of cleanliness and bathing.
To anyone who had not seen them grow up you would swear they were sisters, twins even.
Ailli’s only differences were larger hips and thicker thighs, and she didn’t have Kassin’s aloofness but stood slightly hunched and was always fidgety and nervous. She had never learned anything well from training and always seemed to have two left feet. Ailli was also nowhere near as good at hunting or fighting as Kassin in fact, Caris had tried to see her go.
To Caris’ strong side was Vellina.
She was a shorter than everyone by more than a head, if she were any shorter they could call her stout. Vellina’s hair was also grayish blonde instead of the gray and black streaks of most Amazons. She had blonde hair on her forearms and had a short soft layer everywhere else of clear blondish white hair instead of being completely hairless below the neck as was usual. Her fingers, forearms, and lower legs were shortened by comparison to the other women. Vellina had natural strength at the expense of speed, agility, and endurance. Her short stature helped her to be one of the strongest in the enclave. Her form was also the most full figured of the band. She was the last to grow and the first to stop when they were kids. She had very wide child bearing hips, and large swaying round melon sized bosoms and a large doubly bubbly round ass whose crack was covered only partially by her loincloth. Her back was large, rounded, and very wide. If Vellina didn’t have her tight stomach, most would think her fat. She wore a short purple homespun blouse tied off under the leather mantle with her quiver and bow.
Most in the enclave thought Vellina couldn’t do anything well. But it wasn’t true Vellina was actually quite strong and good with her tongue, hurling insults that made priestesses scream when they were children, or using her slick silver tongue to get out from under the crotch of the older girls who always singled her out and demanded ‘licks from the cow’. Caris defended Vellina, but was not her friend. She too demanded licks when the urges came. None of the other huntresses expected much from Vellina despite her strength her body was much too round for good fighting.
Caris had hair that nearly completely grey her eyes were a mischievous light green. Her breasts were only a little smaller than Vellina’s. She was a full six feet tall. She had a voluptuous proportional body not slender as Kassin or padded like Vellina. She was muscular on her upper body her breasts were very rounded teardrops. Her ass was nicely swelled with two rounded cheeks. she also wore a skirt that was given as a ‘gift’ when she was younger, it had two stiff thick leather panels that went less then mid thigh linking the top corners were bronze and iron hoops ‘donated’ from the blacksmiths as she grew. One hoop was large enough to holster her blade despite looking stupid and cutting her when she ran. She also wore a circular leather mantle on her shoulders and a quiver of arrows.
Vellina and Caris were the only ones to have captured men. Caris remembered the event as painful and rushed. Vellina who heard sharing the potion given to men to make them hard ensured a good time. She barely remembered the night but got hot and wet from the blurred images she partially remembered.
Caris led her Huntresses back from the hunt. They had found only little prey animals forcing the group to attack a boisterous group of monkeys to steal a goat carcass. They wanted all to rest after two hard days of hunting. Caris knew they had to keep moving if the wanted to get anything better. She hoped Kaarthen was better or at least would quit trying to tell her what to do.
Despite the fact she was 5 years younger, she didn’t need someone whose group forgotten about her to try telling her things. Despite how good a Huntress and tracker the old hag was Caris liked things just fine.
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Kaarthen was now beyond sore. The man had bound her mouth with her loincloth to stop the moaning when she awoke. Her bindings for her legs had been left untied after the first day. He had used her roughly the whole day. He would idly suckle from her breasts; he would also use his fingers on her by rubbing her body, not trying to make her happy but simply content to rub her because he could.
By the evening of what she figured to be the second day, he offered to retie her arms comfortably and used her leather loincloth to tightly wrap her arms from wrist to elbow before tying it off.
He then fucked her roughly after discovering her body still quite wet. He took her from behind and when she immediately tried to lay flat he followed her down to the ground on her back then forced her right knee out to the side. He then got between her legs and thrust his cock hard into her. He thrust deep, putting all the power of his legs into it. His hands came around to the front to her breasts as he nibbled her neck and ears with surprisingly sharp teeth. Her body gave in to the orgasm that it had wanted all day since he had crawled all over her body rubbing her and drinking her milk.
He was insatiable. His hands were in constant motion beneath her. He was roughly fucking like a maniac searching for something deep within her. Something inside popped suddenly as he thrust hard and he was suddenly deeper. She came again but it felt like her body was forced into it and her vagina stunned, before tightly clenching him. It must have been what he wanted. His balls were almost pushed in as he raised himself up on both hands and released his seed into her with surprised gasp.
He then without pause or moving started his interrogation.
“Would you like some water? Your body has needs and you haven’t made water in 3 days now.” He prodded.
Kaarthen stayed silent. “Was he watching this whole time?” She thought.
“You may not understand, but your little band of merry cows has done some seriously expensive damage. I am not just here to kill you however. If I can help you to understand staying around is a bad idea we could all be happier wouldn’t you say?” He added almost breathlessly.
“I would be happier if you got off of me.” She thought trying to squeeze his slimy cock out of her pussy, and distracted herself with the wet sensation.
“Perhaps your leader would be the one to decide, what is her name?” He said. His eyes hungry eyes flicked over her body again. She could feel his gaze behind her, it burned it was so close.
“Menthino works with followers all the time, where is your enclave? There is one behind us did you girls have a reason to bypass them?” Marcos watched and felt her bristle at the word ‘girls’, He made a point hit that nail hard a few more times.
“You girlies may not know it but these wilds stretch pretty far and a lot of creatures would love to turn the tables on your little hunting band.” She held steady, “Finding yourself on the business end of something’s cock would really cut short whatever you girls are up to.” That got her attention; she tightened reflexively along his cock.
“Since I had to make it by myself I wonder.” Marcos mused aloud.
She tried squirming to try to look at him, to look into his eyes. Marcos noticed that his cock was hardening and that she was interested now. He just needed her to speak so she would be committed with a position in the conversation.
“After noticing the tracks they leave already, and that they decided to wait till now to hunt.” He paused, “how far could that amateur group get through the corridor pretty famous for making things disappear?”
Sensing that rhetorical questions didn’t pique her pride in the band he decided to switch gears. He presented her a water skin from his robe. She didn’t deserve it. It would keep her stronger, alert longer, and reduce discomfort. However, it would make her open her mouth and physically enable her to speak. It also made her need him, since untying her would simply lead to a direct confrontation.
“Besides most things living in these mountains are in the forest during the summer. I bet only bad things are around up ahead.” He continued as she drank. He could almost feel the cool wetness her body needed flow over his cock. He started thrusting slowly and gently.
“Why?” Kaarthen asked taking a breath, “Because you think those four can’t defend themselves?” Suddenly surprised she said anything. She quickly went back to drinking the water feeling fooled and ashamed.
Marcos latched on to how she excluded herself that was the real surprise. He was also mildly surprised her hips were moving.
When she tried to push him out earlier his cock was in her womb still and it only felt good. Now he was no longer past her cervix, but occasionally he popped through as he stroked her with a building intensity that she unconsciously matched before repeatedly catching herself.
“I’m not sure; as they get away from the forest they’ll be much safer. Right now they are in the middle of everything that will eat or be eaten.” Marcos said as he insidiously brought a hand around to her bud making her moan into the water bag and blush. She only pretended to drink now. Kaarthen didn’t want to be fooled again by whoever this man was who handled her so masterfully.
To punctuate the morbid statement something far away screamed almost sounding human and female.

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The Captain Chooses Rachel

The women were divided into two groups. The younger girls were lined up for inspection in the center of the ship’s deck dressed in the soaked dresses they had been captured in. The older women were struggling against their bindings, trying to pry their wrists lose from the ships railing, cursing at the pirates for their daughters’ treatment.
Of those seven young women lined up, this is Rachel’s story.
Rachel refused to be intimidated by the ruthless pirates. But despite the brave face she put on for the other girls, Rachel knew what the pirates wanted. And even worse, she knew what she looked like. She had always been taller than most girls and her overly ripe body, previously thought to be an asset, would be her downfall now. The wet dress clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin and the cold air caused her nipples to press against the fabric. She shivered despite herself as she looked around the ship’s deck at their captors.
The pirates leaned their impressive frames against the opposite rail of the ship. Arms crossed over their chests, they leered at the captured ladies and whispered smugly to each other. Occasionally one of the men would point his finger at one of the girls or make a crude gesture with his hands. But she couldn’t help but notice that none of the men had made any moves toward them since restraining them.
Before Rachel could even complete that thought, the cabin’s door swung violently open and man strode into the sunlight. He was shockingly handsome in a rugged way but his fierce expression immediately dispelled any thoughts Rachel might have had about mercy.
“Well well well. What do we have here? Any worth keeping this time?” The man spoke to the group of men lounging against the rail, who immediately snapped to attention.
“Aye Captain, quite a few lookers in this bunch. Except that one on the end” The man Rachel had bit earlier gestured at her in disgust. “She’s vicious. We’re better off just throwing that bitch overboard.” He cradled his hand protectively to his chest and glared daggers at her.
The captain walked towards her and began to slowly circle her, looking her up and down. “Ah but the challenging ones are the most passionate.” His breath whispered along her neck and she felt his hand trail down her bare arm and grasp her wrist. “All they need is a little taming. Soon, they’ll be giving you the best ride of your life.” He bit her neck gently and his men laughed as she jerked herself out of his embrace. Turning around to face him, Rachel swung her hand up to slap him. He caught her wrist and wrenched it painfully behind her back. Flush against as she was, it was impossible not to feel the bulge that pressed against her stomach or miss the hot flash of lust in his eyes.
Rachel reared her head back and spat in his face. The wetness landed on his chin and the lust in his eyes quickly blazed into anger. His other hand shot out like a whip and wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply.
“Do not mistake me for a kind man. I will take what I want from you despite your pathetic show of resistance. Now I suggest you take that pretty little mouth of yours and clean up the mess you made. And if you ever raise a hand to me again, I swear I will spank that sweet little ass of yours in front of your friends and mother. Then they’ll have to watch as I fuck every hole in your body. Is that clear?”
Releasing the strength of his grip by degrees, the captain glared expectantly into Rachel’s eyes. Seeing no other option, Rachel stood on her tip toes and licked her saliva from the captain’s chin. But as she was about to draw away, he lowered his head and her tongue plunged straight into his mouth. She gasped in shock and tried to pull her head back. His hand gripped the back of her head as his mouth and tongue wreaked havoc on senses. She had never experienced anything like this before. She was completely consumed with the smell, taste, and feel of his mouth and hands.
His hands wandered possessively over her body, leaving fire and heat in their wake. His hand grazed her breast and cupped the weight in his palm. The whistles and cheers from his men broke Rachel’s daze and she pushed at his chest and began to struggle. His laughter at her attempts infuriated her and without thinking she bit his lip and tasted blood.
Her bite momentarily shocked him into releasing her and she took every advantage and turned and ran for her life. She got maybe three steps when with a tremendous roar the captain grabbed her hair and yanked her to the floor. Catching herself on her hands and knees, Rachel looked up at the terrifying figure the Captain presented. Clad in snug leather breeches, she could see his hard shaft outlined from groin to hip. She smirked with satisfaction that there was blood on his bottom lip and mouth.
Her smirk seemed to enrage him further. “I warned you about what would happen.” He wiped the blood from his lip and began to untie the belt to his pants. “But you just had to push me.” The older women gasped and began to plead with him to spare her. “Shut those old hags up.” The captain undid the last tie of his pants and withdrew his massive cock. “ Gag them if you have to, it’s time for me to teach this wench a lesson.”
Rachel couldn’t breath as she took in the sight of the captain’s dick. She had only seen a man’s penis depicted on marble statues. But those didn’t hold a candle to the one in front of her. As big as two of her hands length wise it jutted up proudly from between his legs. She doubted she could even close her fingers around his massive girth. As the captain approached her holding his dick, Rachel cringed back in fear.
“Oh don’t get shy now. You had no problems up until this point trying to rebel so now you have to accept your punishment. I think I’m going to start with that mouth of yours first.”
Rachel clenched her teeth and sealed her mouth shut. She had no idea what he intended to do; surely he didn’t mean to put that thing in her mouth. She tried to crawl away as he approached. He chuckled darkly and merely stepped on her dress to subdue her. Held immobile, he wrapped his fist in her hair and brought her mouth up to his dick. With his other hand holding the base of his dick, he began to rub the head against her closed lips. “Lick it, baby.”
Rachel shivered at his rough tone but still refused to open her mouth. He pressed harder and her lips parted so she could feel him pressing against her teeth. Her lips rested on the head of his cock and it felt surprisingly hard. “I said lick it!” Rachel darted her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. He tasted salty and not as bad as she was expecting. “There now, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now open your mouth.”
Fearing what he might do if she didn’t comply, Rachel opened her mouth. He immediately pushed his length into the wet heat of her mouth. She gagged a little as his dick filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. She brought her hand up to grasp the base of his dick to control the depth of his thrusts. Confused about what she had to do Rachel shut her eyes and just let her mouth go slack.
“None of that. I want you to suck my dick like it’s your favorite candy.” He stilled the movements of his dick until he was just lying in her mouth. “And make it good, or else your mother is going to see her daughter get fucked by every man on this deck.”
With widened eyes, Rachel began to tentatively suck on his cock. She circled the tip with her tongue and heard him grunt in approval. The hands in her hair loosened and began to caress her scalp as he murmured encouragement. A strange sense of warmth built low in her stomach and her nipples hardened to little points. Her position of her kneeling with her legs spread causes the sea air to caress her inner thighs and womanhood. Her spit began to lubricate his dick and it slid further into her mouth on accident. Rachel heard his gasp of pleasure and felt a strange surge of satisfaction that she could elicit such a sound from a man like him. She slid another inch into her mouth and was rewarded with a loud groan. She felt powerful and flushed with heat. The audience and background faded away until it was just her and her Captain. When had she begun to think of him as her captain she wondered? But she couldn’t even lie to herself anymore. She loved the feel of his thick cock pressing against the back of her throat. She moaned at the salty taste of liquid that slowly leaked out of the tip.
Captain heard her moan and began to thrust into her mouth. His sexy little wench was a natural at this. Her hot little mouth increased the suction on his dick and he stiffened his knees to keep from coming. But it was too late; this little virginal vixen was just too much.
Hot spurts of liquid hit the back of her throat and Rachel swallowed automatically. The spurts became too much so she jerked back to gasp air. Jets of hot thick cum hit her chin and lips.
She opened her eyes to find the Captain staring down at her in amazement. He reached down and swiped up his cum on his finger and held it to her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on his, Rachel silently opened her mouth and sucked the remaining cum off his finger and swallowed. His eyes flared with renewed lust as he lifted her off the ground and into his arms.
For her ears only he whisper, “My name is Andrew. I want you to know it since you’ll be screaming it later.” For the others he said louder, “I’ve made my choice, I suggest the rest of you do the same. It’s going to be a long six months at sea.”
With those parting words, he slammed the cabin’s door with his prize in his arms.
to be continued…

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