Oral Sex

Kidnapped, tortured and raped (1)

His laughter rang throughout the dimly lit room in a menacing, villianous tone. He stood at the side of a bed, wearing nothing but a twisted smile on his face, belt in hand. The bed was filthy. Dried blood stains, cum stains, piss and dirt covered the linens. It had been well used, for purposes that most never even dreamed of. The sickest nightmares couldn’t compare to this man’s reality. “Wake up, little girl,” he cooed, nudging the sleeping figure on the bed with a large, calloused hand. She had long, black hair that went down to the small of her back and tanned skin. She was short for her age; being 18 and 5’2. As she began to awaken, the man slipped back into the shadows, waiting for his little victim to begin panicking. This was his favorite part.
The girl’s eyes fluttered open with a soft groan and almost immediately, she was aware of the dull ache in her skull. It felt as though someone had hit her with a bat. She opened her eyes wider and gasped, trying to process her surroundings. Her eyes ran across the room in a panic. She couldn’t make out much. The room was shrouded mostly in darkness. She attempted to sit up and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope to the bed. Her legs were spread wide and to her horror, she was completely naked. “What the fuck? Where the hell am I? HELLO? Is there anybody there?!” she screamed. “HELP!” Little did she know, she was far from civilization and nobody was coming to her rescue. She was all alone, save for the man in the room. Her cries for help fell on deaf ears, succeeding only in hardening the cock of her capturer. He licked his lips, waiting for her tears. He loved it when his victims began crying. They looked so helpless. So beautifully helpless.
It wasn’t long until she began crying. “P-please, somebody, help me!” she yelled, twisting and thrashing in the ropes. All she managed to do was injure her wrists and ankles. The ropes held taught; she hadn’t even gotten them to loosen.
Her crying quieted down when she heard a thick, deep voice. “Hello, Alyssa,” the voice said. Immediately, the girl tensed. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned to the corner of the room where she thought the voice was coming from.
“Who’s there? How do you know my name?” she called out, focusing her eyes to try and see in the dark.
Slowly, footsteps inched toward her and the man revealed himself. “I’ve been watching you,” he said simply. The sight of his nakedness, the belt in his hand, and the scar that covered half his face made the small girl scream in terror. She began struggling in the ropes again, screaming over and over. He looked to be out of a horror movie. The left side of his face appeared melted. His left eye socket was also empty. The burnt flesh ended at the top of his mouth, allowing him to grin wolfishly, showing teeth. His face hinted at an age of 40 or older. As her eyes fell from his face to the belt, she also noticed the hard-on he was supporting. To say it was huge was an understatement.
“Now, now. Settle down, little girl… Or daddy will have to punish you,” the man said in a matter-of-fact tone. Alyssa was far too gone in her panic to listen. She continued her screaming, calling repeatedly for help. Irritated, the man lifted the belt to strike it down hard on the bed right beside her, shouting loudly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”
That did the trick. Alyssa froze, peering large, shocked eyes up at him. She whimpered, unable to stop the tears from coming. “I’ll do anything, don’t kill me please. I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to die,” she begged, crying. Her terrified eyes met his cold, dead ones. There was nothing there to bargain with. His sanity had left him. He had no conscience. There was only the urge to dominate, to destroy, to kill. Some part of Alyssa acknowledged that, but hope led her to believe that she might be able to convince him somehow to let her go. As if she could be so lucky.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lied. “Just listen to me and do what I say, and I’ll let you go.”
Alyssa nodded feverishly, hysteria rising up in her throat. “Anything, I’ll do anything you say! Just please, please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
The man smiled, settling himself down on the bed beside her. She flinched, her heart beating a mile in her chest. “My name is Alex, but you’re going to call me Master,” he said, reaching out to grip her jaw in a crushing grip. “Understand?”
The frightened girl nodded, stuttering a timid reply. “I-I understand.”
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“Why?”
“JUST OPEN IT!” he bellowed, his temper flaring. He hated having to repeat himself.
Quickly, Alyssa complied, parting her lips wide. Alex quickly pushed three fingers into her mouth and down her throat. Gagging, Alyssa attempted to jerk her head away. “Stay still,” he commanded, using his other hand to grip her hair painfully tightly to keep her head in place.
“If you bite me, I’m going to rip out your teeth one by one. If you throw up on me, I will gut you alive,” he stated in a hard tone, pulling out the three fingers now coated in saliva only to push them back down her throat. He built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into her throat again. She choked and gagged, thankful her stomach was empty.
When Alex was satisfied, he grinned and pet his cock, circling his large fingers around his thick member to coat it in the girl’s saliva. “This is going down your throat next.” Staring down at his enormous cock in horror, she shook her head and cried in dismay. Alex scowled, backhanded her cheek hard enough to bruise.
“This is when you thank me for letting your slutty mouth pleasure my cock. Say it, bitch.” Alex slapped her again, the loud smacking sound filling the room along with Alyssa’s sobbing.
“Thank y-you,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision.
“Wrong, bitch. Whenever you speak to me, you address me as Master.” Looking down at her, Alex was getting so aroused. She looked so helpless and worn down, as if the world had turned its back on her. Her tears made his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her into submission right there and then, but told himself that it would be sweeter with the wait.
Getting off the bed, he gripped the belt tightly in one hand, supporting another sick smile. “We’re going to play a game. Each time I hit you with this belt, you’re going to say ‘Thank you, Master.’ And if you fail to do so, that’s another scar that’s going to ruin your perfect skin.” He walked into the shadows and returned with a fairly large knife. It gleamed even in the dim light. “Get it?” he asked, leaning down to run the edge of the blade lightly against her cheek, cutting her just a little. A drop of blood welled up and trailed down her skin.
Eyes wide with fear, Alyssa cried and nodded. She was crying so much, she could barely reply. “Y-y-yes, Master.”
Alex straightened and curled the belt around his hand to get a good grip on it before lashing it down to meet the girl’s breasts, leaving a painful-looking red welt. She let out a loud scream, unable to get any words in between before he hit her again. “Two scars,” he said, lifting the belt to strike it down yet again.
“Thank you, Master!” she yelled out, which was met with another hit from his belt.
“Thank you, Master!” she said again, repeating those words until her torso was covered with angry, red welts. She was left sobbing and whimpering, squirming in pain as Alex sat down beside her.
“There, there,” he said, admiring his work. She was bleeding and bruised in various places.
“Now, for those scars…” Trailing off, he reached for his knife and pressed it just before her collar bone, cutting deep enough so that she was bleeding profusely. Lines of red dripped down her bare breasts. Alyssa cringed in pain, looking away from the knife in his hand. She had never handled gore very well. Unluckily for her, Alex moved the knife to her forehead, slicing through the skin just below her hairline. Head wounds bled a lot and soon, Alyssa had to close her eyelids not to let the blood from the cut get into her eyes. She wailed in pain, tugging on her hands and feet.
While Alyssa was trying to cope with the stinging pain of being cut so deep, Alex climbed onto the bed and stradled her chest. Sensing the movement and then the pressure of Alex’s body, Alyssa opened her eyes to find the man’s cock staring at her. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but the sound was muffled as Alex grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He thrust in deep, shoving all of his meat down her throat. He felt her throat muscles convulse and contract in panic and moaned in pleasure. Looking down, he saw her eyes watering and her lips fitted around his fat cock like a vice. “Whore,” he said, slapping her cheek and pulling out.
Alyssa gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering. “D-don’t!” she managed to say just before Alex pried her jaw open and thrust in again.
“You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, whore?!” he screamed down at her, pulling his cock out only to stuff it back into her mouth, giving her only a second to get a breath. He continued that fast, rough pace, fucking her throat as though it was her cunt. Alyssa’s chin dribbled with saliva and her face was covered in blood and tears. It hurt having her throat stretched so wide and Alyssa’s lungs burned, starving for air.
“You walk around, thinking all highly of yourself. I saw you turn that guy down yesterday. He was twice your size. Had he any brains, he would have cornered you in an alley and fucked your brains out while he slit your throat, whore. You think women have power? You think women can make any real choices? Well, you’re fucking wrong. Men let you think that. You inferior bunch of sluts are good for only one thing: sex. You agree, don’t you?” The way he spat those words while he throat-fucked Alyssa made it perfectly clear that Alex was misogynistic.
“Nod, bitch.” Pulling his cock out of Alyssa’s mouth, he took some of the saliva dripping from her chin and smeared it all over her face. She gasped for air and nodded obediently, grateful she could finally breath. The break didn’t last long before he stuffed his cock back into her mouth. Using her hair as a handle, he pushed her head forward and roughly pulled it back to repeat the process, bobbing her head on his cock. He continued doing this for another ten minutes before he sped up the pace, grinding her nose against him each time he pulled her head up to stuff her mouth with thick meat. His breath hitched and he pushed her head down and shoved himself all inside her, keeping himself there as he shuddered and pumped five loads of cum down her throat.
Alyssa began frantically struggling, her body jerking in the ropes as he came down her throat, blocking her airway and forcing her to swallow his sperm. He stayed there in her throat, choking her for a minute more. It wasn’t long before she passed out, the lack of oxygen causing her to fade into blackness. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed, suddenly limp. Alex only laughed, pulling his wet cock out of her mouth. He walked out of the room, grinning. He couldn’t wait until she woke up.

Half an hour later, Alyssa groaned and opened her eyes, thinking of the terrible dream she just had. As she took in her surroundings, she realized it was no dream. Alex was there in between her legs, his cock positioned to the entrance of her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream and noticed the aching pain in her throat. It hurt so much. That didn’t stop her from screaming however. Alex only laughed and slapped her hard, leaving a red mark. “Shut up, bitch.”
Before she could begin talking, Alex pushed himself against her, rock hard once more. The head of his thick, lengthy cock entered her tight pussy. She screamed in utter agony, feeling the hole of her cunt stretch wide to accomodate his girth. As a result of the brutality, it tore in two places, bleeding. He hadn’t used any lubricant and she was completely dry from being so terrified. He wasn’t thinking of her pleasure in the least. Alyssa clawed at the bed, gasping and screaming.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE STOP!” she screamed, fresh tears in her eyes.
Alex responded by pushing her legs completely apart and giving a hard shove forward, burying his fat cock in her completely, the tip bumping painfully against her cervix. The poor girl let out a howl of pain which was quickly drowned out as Alex bent down to kiss her hard, bruising her lips. When he pulled away and began thrusting in her painfully fast, her body heaved with sobs and she shook her head in denial. “No, no, no, nooo,” she cried, shaking.
Suddenly, Alex stopped moving inside her. He spoke in a soft tone, much different from how he had spoken to her before. “You’re letting yourself suffer,” he told her.
“Tell yourself you like it. You like what I’m doing to you. You were born to take cock. It’s your true purpose in life. You want to be stuffed with my cock. Say it. Believe it.” He reached forward with a hand and Alyssa cringed, though he only used the lightest of touches to caress her cheek; an odd gesture considering his cock was twitching deep inside her ravaged pussy.
“Say it,” he said again, his tone a little harsher.
Alyssa looked up at him, crying still and stuttered out the words between hiccups, “I-I want to be s-stuffed with your cock,” she repeated.
“Good girl,” he breathed out, beginning to move inside her again. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth from the pain, trying her hardest to tell herself she was enjoying this. Anything to get the stinging pain to lessen.
Because he didn’t want his cock to chaf, he helped her arousal by rubbing two fingers in quick circles on her clit as he pumped in and out of her. After a few minutes, she began responding to the stimulation, wetting his cock with her juices. It was easier now for Alex to pump her pussy like a piston, moving so fast that he rocked the bed. Alyssa’s breasts also bounced with the force of his deep thrusts. He dipped his head low while he fucked her, taking one breast into his mouth to rasp his teeth on the flesh. His tongue flicked against her sensitive nipple, causing it to harden. Despite herself, Alyssa moaned softly, her eyes glazed over.
“Tell me who are you.”
“I-I’m Alyssa.”
“No, you’re my slave.”
“I’m your slave.”
“What are you?”
She didn’t need to be told what he thought she was. “I’m a whore, Master.”
Smiling, Alex thrust in extra deep to get a wince out of her. “Exactly.” He continued to fuck her tight, wet pussy, curling his hand around her neck hard enough to choke her. The walls of her tiny cunt clenched all around him, trying to push out the intrusion each time he thrust in. He only moaned, enjoying the constricting sensations.
His hand around her neck felt like a vice; it tightened slowly and once again, he stole her breath. She gasped for air and pulled on her wrists, burning them on the ropes. He continued to choke her as he used her, pulling out to the tip only to roughly pound himself back into her. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. Feeling a familiar burning in her throat and lungs, she looked pleading eyes up at him. She felt herself losing consciousness again.
Alex paid no heed to the desperate look on her face and fucked her relentlessly, choking her while he did so. In and out, in and out, he fucked like he wanted to beat her cervix with his cock. Soon, his pace sped up even more and his hand around her throat tightened further. He placed his other hand on her right breast and squeezed tightly, digging his fingernails into the flesh. Meanwhile, she was gasping for breath and clawing in her restraints, suffering helplessly through the torture.
Gritting his teeth, Alex thrust in one last time with a loud groan, pumping her pussy full of cum. He dumped load after load inside her, just as he had done with her mouth. The last thing Alyssa was aware of was the warm cum spurting inside her before she passed out, lying limp beneath him. Alex collapsed on top of her unconscious form and breathed heavily. He laughed, getting on his elbows to look down at her. She was a mess of blood, welts and bruises. Her neck had his fingertips imprinted in purple and blue. “Fucking beautiful,” he commented, shifting to kiss her lips, delving his tongue into her unresponsive mouth. It was like making out with a corpse, but he could feel her beating heart underneath his body.
He planned to fuck her ass as well, but he would need to be patient. “Wait until you wake up,” he murmured, getting off of her and stalking out of the room.

When Alyssa woke for a third time, she was instantly aware of the pain in her neck and throat. It hurt to move her head and it hurt to breath. The rest of her body ached as well, especially her sore vagina. She looked around the dark room in despair, crying silently to herself. “I’m going to die here. He’s going to kill me,” she sobbed in a tiny voice, too tired to fight against the ropes.
“I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to. Do what I want and I’ll let you live.” The voice came out of nowhere and jerked Alyssa to attention. Alex stepped into the room and smiled at her, still naked from head to toe. He was supporting another hard-on. Alyssa whimpered in fear, wanting to melt into the bed.
“Why are you doing this to me?! I’ve never done anything to you!” she screamed, crying. She was shaking in fear and the anxiety in her stomach kept rising as he stepped closer.
“Oh, the classic ‘why me’ response. You just happened to catch my interest while I was out in the city. No fault of your own, really. I just had to have you.” He sat at the side of the bed, looking down at her with one shockingly blue iris.
“What do you think I’m going to do after I’m done fucking you? Cut you up into little pieces and scatter you all over the forest?” He grinned after he asked her, the scars on the burnt half of his face scrunching up. She shook her head in horror, crying.
“No, please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t kill me! I’ll be your whore, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it!” Her voice rang in desperation, brightening her captor’s smile. It was exactly the response he wanted to hear.
“Really? Anything?”
“Yes, anything, I promise!”
“Good. Guess I won’t have to kill you now.” There was some humor in his voice.
Alex stood up then, going to the headboard of the bed to begin untying one of her wrists. She gaped up at him in disbelief. She wondered why in the world he was untying her. Grinning at her obvious expression, the man spoke. “I’m going to untie you now and if you try to run away, I’m going to take a bat and beat you to death with it. Do you doubt me?” he asked, turning to her as he freed her hand. Alyssa’s eyes widened and she shook her head ‘no.’ Alex moved to untie her other wrist. Soon, he had freed all her limbs. This allowed her to sit up on the bed. She looked down at her wrists and ankles. They were bloody and bruised from all the struggling she had put up. Unable to help herself, she looked around for an exit, her eyes darting around the dark room frantically. There were no windows. Just one door.
Noticing her wandering eyes, Alex spoke up. “I think you need a demonstration.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a wooden bat.
Alyssa backed away in fear, shaking her head. “Oh god no, please! I won’t run, I won’t run!” she screamed, pressing her back against the headboard. She curled up into a trembling ball, clutching her legs to her chest and pressing her face to her knees. She lost all hope. There was no way she could make it to that door. It was probably locked too, she thought.
Alex dropped the bat and kicked it back underneath the bed. He climbed onto the bed beside Alyssa. Upon hearing the bed shift, the tiny girl tensed in anticipation. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she asked, unable to look at him. She felt his hand touch her knee and whimpered.
“Look at me.”
Alyssa lifted her head, knowing full well not to disobey him. His face was so close, she shrieked and tried to back away, but there was no place to go. He stared at her with a lustful gaze, his eyes running over her blood-matted breasts. “If you continue to be a good little whore, I won’t have a reason to kill you. It’s only when you become useless that I’ll want to get rid of you.” He spoke softly, reaching out to pet her head. She wanted to get as far from him as possible, but used sheer will not to back away.
“Will you do everything I say?”
“Yes, Master.”
Alex lay down on his back beside her crumpled form on the bed. He easily pulled her to stradle his waist, making her sit on his erect cock. Her cunt was still slippery from his cum and rubbed against his cock as he settled her in position. “You’re going to take all of my cock up your ass. You’re going to ride me as fast as you can, no matter how much it hurts. Got that, bitch?”
Alyssa looked down at him in horror, but nodded eitherway. It was this or death. However, there was no way she would be able to take him dry. She wanted some sort of lubricant. Reaching inside her cunt which was still wet from his cum, she coated her fingers in the juices and rubbed them all over his cock and her own asshole. Reluctantly, she gripped the base of his length and positioned the tip in between her cheeks. Alex settled his hands on her hips, grinning devilishly up at her.
Slowly, Alyssa pushed herself down on his cock, feeling the head get past her sphincter muscles. “It’s so fucking big, oh my god..” It hurt so much and she tried to stifle her cries of pain while she impaled herself, forcing herself to take more of his cock into her ass. She clenched her teeth and began sobbing, shaking her head.
“I can’t do it, fuck fuck fuck.. It hurts so much!”
“Do it or I’ll kill you right now.”
Alyssa made a defeated, pained noise and pushed herself further down, taking more of his meat. Losing patience, Alex gripped her hips tightly and pushed her down all the way, forcing her to take his entire cock. She screamed out in agony, breathing hard.
“Ride it. Now.” His tone was angry. He was tired of waiting for her. He didn’t care what kind of pain she was in. All he cared about was his own pleasure.
Alyssa closed her eyes and began rocking herself on his cock, feeling as though her ass was on fire. His meat stretched her hole wide apart and her insides sprawled to allow each penetration as she took him in and out. The man groaned in pleasure and pushed his hips up to meet her ass, allowing for a deeper penetration. “You feel so good, baby,” he moaned, tightening his grip on her hips to bruise the skin. “But now, it’s my turn to take control.”
Alex pushed her off his cock and sat up quickly, grabbing her by her hair to push her on her hands and knees. “Arch your back,” he instructed as he got behind her. Spitting on his cock, he shoved it back into her asshole, paying no mind to her screams. He began fucking her asshole in a rough, fast pace, causing his balls to slap against her cunt each time. Once again, the bed creaked and rocked with their bodies and Alyssa’s hanging breasts moved to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Alex reached his arm around to play with Alyssa’s clit while he fucked her asshole. By now, she had stopped screaming. His fingers rubbed in quick circles around the sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through her body. She focused on those sensations to get her through the pain. Soon, she was moaning wantonly, her eyes glazed over. She was utterly broken.
The man continued to push his cock in and out of her asshole, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm approaching. Alyssa too was on the verge of a climax. He kept fucking her and rubbing her clit as he came inside her ass in a torrent of cum. She cried out, tensing and squirming as the waves of pleasure consumed her and she came undone, reaching orgasm by the hand of the very man who had repeatedly raped her. Alex pumped her ass a few more times before pulling out. She collapsed onto the bed in a panting mess and Alex lay down beside her, pulling an arm around her waist to pull her close.
“Will you let me go now? I did everything you wanted,” she whispered, turning to look up at him sheepishly through her lashes.
“Not a chance.” He locked his arms around her back and pushed her breasts to his chest, pressing on the bruises covering her body.
She sighed, wondering why she wasn’t feeling shocked, angry or frightened. Perhaps it was because she had given up hope. She accepted what was happening to her. She accepted that she was helpless. All she felt was fatigue and pain.
Resting her head against his chest, she closed her eyes and began to drift off into a deep sleep. Strangely, she thought she saw him gently kiss her forehead before sleep took her.

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Last Gasp

Chapter One – Chamber of Dreams and Nightmares
The overhead lights burned to life and I surveyed my Chamber.
To one side was a group of steel chairs bolted to the floor, with chains and shackles. In the middle: six padded examination tables with leather straps, purchased from a clinic. They were arranged in a star pattern, the head of every table clustered around a single spot. On the far end: two side-by-side sinks, a large glass water tank seven feet long by four feet wide and a shower stall. Doors lined the Chamber, doors that let to six individual cells. Overhead was a system of motorized hooks, pulleys and tracks that could raise and lower, and move anything to nearly any spot in the Chamber.
The Chamber was underground, with concealed entrances to my living quarters and garage. Years ago it had been used as a bomb shelter by some paranoid survivalist. As such, it was not on any ground plans that anyone knew of. Only a very detailed search would reveal the passages.
The house was registered to John Hannibal. It wasn’t my birth name, but the name I felt most comfortable with.
My eyes fell upon her: my latest acquisition.
Silky red hair, almost auburn, fell well past her thin shoulders. Fine strands, straight and soft. High forehead and cheekbones. Thin lips. A slender swan-like neck, oh so delicate. And, although I couldn’t see them with her blindfold on, eyes that were a blue as vibrant as the sky.
She was chained to the one of the steel chairs on the west side, hands cuffed helplessly behind her back, wearing the tight golden skirt and white blouse that I had appropriated her in. Her shoes were discarded in the corner of the room. Her proud breasts, mounted high upon her chest, were thrust outward, stretching the material of her blouse. Her long, slender legs were clinched together in a vain effort to protect her from what was to come.
Clare Prescott was her name.
The first time I laid eyes upon her, I knew that I had to possess her. For days and weeks, I had watched her, dreamt of her and planned the taking of her. Now, everything had paid off: she was mine.
My gaze traveled up and down her body. Desire burned inside me. Anticipation flared. My cock twitched and grew.
Her head swiveled to look in my direction. The trails of the tears she had shed were visible on her cheeks beneath the blindfold. She had a pale look to her, but still, her beauty was enough to take my breath. I could see that she wanted to speak, but wisely, held her tongue.
After all, what could she say to me, now? What would make any difference about what was going to happen?
I approached and she shrank back at the sound of my steps. I circled her; reached out towards her head to touch those lovely strands.
She jerked back quickly.
Not as cool as she tried to appear, then.
I rested my hands on her shoulders and she sucked in a quick breath. She had such warmth in her flesh and vitality in her body. I could sense the promise of great pleasure in that body. Great and deep. And at the ultimate end, the pleasure would be even greater still.
I slid my padded Master’s Chair in front of her and sat.
“What do you want?” she asked, simply, finally.
“You, Claire,” I answered.
It was, after all, the simple truth. She had set me on this path. The path to carrying out all of my dreams, all of my fantasies. I had risked everything to steal her away from her life; her and the two other prizes I had claimed this night.
I could scarcely believe that she was real, that she was really here.
“Are you ready to fulfill my desires, Claire?”
She shook her head. “No, not that,” she muttered. “This isn’t happening…”
Reaching behind her, I freed her cuffed wrists from the chain. I quickly pulled her to kneel before me.
“No! No!” She struggled suddenly and I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back.
“Deny me and others will pay,” I whispered.
She tensed. “You don’t… you can’t have them, too?”
As I smirked, my eyes were drawn to two bound and helpless girls not more than ten feet away. Hanging from the ceiling, feet just off of the floor, their mouths were gagged and their wrists shackled. They were as nude as the day they were born. They were fine looking girls, tall and slender like their mother, sharing her beauty, if not her coloring.
The older one was a brunette. She had blue eyes filled with hate, eyes that never left me. The younger: a blonde with sea-green irises and a cheerleader’s body.
That one couldn’t meet my gaze.
“Heather? Hannah?” It was a mournful cry that ended in tears.
I kissed Claire’s cheek. I tasted her tears, savored their warmth and wetness.
“Oh, god…”
I pulled her close. The head of my cock touched the bound redhead’s cheek and she jerked back. I pressed my cock to her lips.
“By all means, deny me. I’ll chain you back to the chair and take Hannah. You can listen to what I do to her from here.”
“What do you want?” Claire asked.
“Simple, elemental things, Mrs. Prescott. Your compliance. Your love. Your sweet lips around my cock.”
She paused, weighing options in her mind.
It was amusing: there were none.
“I recommend that you do what’s best for your daughters, Claire.”
The defiance fled from her and she placed her lips around my head, engulfed me in her glorious mouth. The warmth embraced half of my length. Her wet tongue moved on the underside of my cock and she sucked, forming a perfect vacuum with her sensual lips.
Clearly, she had some experience with cocksucking.
I gathered her hair in my hands, collecting the beautiful strands and caressing them softly. I folded them back behind her head and held them there. I liked her that way. She looked beautiful, mature, upper-class. The next time, I would pin her hair like that.
A rivulet of saliva slipped from the corner of Claire’s mouth and dripped onto her white blouse.
I pulled her head off of me, tilted it back and rubbed my wet cock all over her face and features. Spit bubbled out of her mouth; I caught some with my cock and spread it around her face.
“Use your lips,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, running her lips up and down the shaft, pursing them on the very tip and twisting them around with just the head in her mouth. Her face shined up at me.
She was trying to please me. And she was succeeding.
Pulling her up, I took her skull in my hands, pressing a thumb over each of her eyes. I pushed her down on my cock, thrusting deep. I heard her grunt as my grip tightened. I could feel her eyeballs. Too much more and I would blind her. I moved my hands to the sides of her head and squeezed as I thrust further, deeper.
She gagged, but I stifled it with a hard thrust that took her entire throat.
“Own it, bitch! Choke yourself!”
Desperately, she complied, screwing herself down on my cock, her head moving from side to side, twisting her lips around the base of my cock as she struggled to take even more.
The feeling was intense and when she tried to pull off, I held her there, at the farthest extent.
Claire retched and a flood of spit exploded on my dick. I pulled her off of me, moved her face beneath my cock and balls and watched the spit drip all over her lips, face and blouse. The wetness soaked though her blouse and I saw the outline of her breasts and nipples.
Having her bound before me like that, her blindfolded face on my dripping cock, her wet tits visible through her shirt, her legs stretching the material of her skirt, was almost more than I could bear.
I moved over top of her and thrust my thick cock back in her mouth. I deepthroated her, violently. She gagged, but I forced her through the discomfort and pain.
For long minutes of ecstasy, I pounded her throat. Then, I felt the burning.
I cried out as I came, and thrust down, as deep as I had ever been inside a woman’s throat. Claire swallowed, mouth working around my manhood as she struggled not to drown. I held her and watched her beautiful lips, luxuriating in the stimulation and power.
I desired more, to take her once and finally, to have her with me, forever. My cock pressed deeper inside. I watched her stretching mouth, felt her sucking lips. Her retch came from deep in her throat but had nowhere to go and ended as quickly as it began.
She struggled, tried to pull away, but I held her down. She was on the verge of unconsciousness. And I was on the edge of insanity.
I released my death-grip on her skull and the redheaded mother fell back, choking and gagging. Spittle and come flew from her lips. She coughed hard and gagged again. She tried to rise and I slapped her, throwing her back on her ass. She screamed. I grabbed her by the hair, slapped her again, harder. She thrashed, trying to escape and I held her tight. I shook her, violently, squeezing her throat, strangling her by her frail and delicate neck. I could snap it in a moment and she would be mine.
God, how I wanted her! I barely pulled myself back from the edge.
I dropped her on her knees. Her head hung between my legs as she gasped for breath. There was blood dripping from her lips, mixed with come and saliva, and marks on her throat.
I removed her blindfold, lifted her chin with my fingertips and stared into her terrified, blinking eyes. They were so blue, so beautiful. I could feel myself getting lost in them.
I could see the fear and pain in her eyes, as her vision cleared, and then the recognition and despair as her eyes flicked over my shoulder and saw what was behind me.
The two lean bodies of her daughters. She realized now that the two hanging girls had seen everything.
Claire jumped to her feet and tried to rush to them.
I caught her by the hair, pulled her back against my chest. I ripped her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, firm orbs for a woman of her age, and I groped them, squeezed them. She flinched at my touch and I pulled her head back, kissed her neck as I squeezed.
My hand moved to her skirt and I tore it from her legs, let it drop in a puddle about her feet. I pushed her between her two daughters. I took up a control box; pressed the down button. A hook lowered with a mechanical hum. Claire struggled then, but I held her close.
I attached Claire’s cuffs to the hook and then pressed the up button. She rose into the air, suspended between her two daughters.
The look on Clare’s face changed, as if she finally realized that there was no way out of her predicament.
“Please, I have money,” the redhead said.
“I know that you do,” I replied. “Your father is a very wealthy businessman; your husband, even more so. He’d have to be to possess a woman as fine as you. I heard that he was running for congress this year. I also heard a rumor that he was in bed with the mob…”
I paused for a moment and watched, as she looked away.
“Rest assured that the police are out looking for you, as we speak. I know; I’m monitoring them. They may even find you, with all the federal assistance they’re getting. I don’t think it’s likely, but I’m not foolish enough to believe that I’m invincible or infallible.”
“I know you’re not stupid,” she said. “I can get you a bank transfer. Untraceable.”
“Nothing is untraceable,” I interjected.
“Yes, it is,” she insisted. “It’s a numbered account. And only I have the account number. Not even my husband knows about it. Let my daughters go and I’ll give it to you. You’ll be able to disappear, live well and long.”
I admired the way she kept her voice steady. It was soothing. Another man, she might have been able to talk around.
She must know that I was going to kill her. They had all seen my face and I couldn’t let them go. Why this play, then? It wasn’t sheer desperation. She was too cool about it.
“Then give it to me,” I said, quietly.
“After…” she whispered.
I stepped to Hannah, grabbed her toned legs and spread them. My cock went inside like sword thrust. She screamed through her gag, more agonized then I had expected.
Perhaps she was a virgin.
Another thrust, another scream. Another and she yelped.
Distantly, I could hear Claire yelling.
Gradually, Hannah’s screams faded away as I took her, to be replaced by deep, passionate moans. I could feel myself tightening in the girl, another orgasm building. I grabbed at the hook control. I lowered the blonde girl to her knees and tore the gag from her face.
My cock went to her virgin mouth, pressed past her lips in one swift thrust and took her wet throat. I pumped her full, as I had done with her mother.
“Stop, you’re hurting her,” Claire moaned. “Please?”
I dropped the girl. She sagged to the floor, with only the hook to hold her up, coughing and retching, come bubbling up and dripping to the floor.
I stepped back to Claire.
“Alright, it’s after,” I said.
I made sure the girls were secured for the night and left with the account number and password that Claire gave me. Of course, I would have to be cautious. She had only given me the number because she believed the authorities could trace what I did with it and find me.
And come to rescue her and her daughters.
However, I had an acquaintance who could work wonders with such information. If I was lucky I could get seventy or eighty percent of the value of Mrs. Prescott’s secret account.Chapter Two – Tales of the Tank
The heavy whirring sound halted.
Heather was in perfect position. She hung by her ankles, from a pulley, head at crotch level, arms chained to her sides. Her long dark hair hung down in a ponytail, almost even with the water level in the glass tank. A couple of feet over and down and her head would be submerged.
At either end of the tank knelt Claire and Hannah bound and chained to steel rings inset into the floor. It would be amusing for them to watch.
All three of the lovely ladies wore metal ring-gags that forced their mouths in a perpetual O-shape: open and ready for the taking.
I stepped up to the struggling Heather, grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head towards my cock. She thrashed, deliciously, as I forced my cock between her teeth and slid into her pure mouth.
I sighed in ecstasy. Nothing was quite like facefucking a girl in that position. My cock slid into her throat effortlessly.
My other hand moved to her neck and I squeezed it as I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth, brutally, savagely throatfucking her. A long thrust and the hand on the back of her head pressed her down on my cock, holding her. I could feel her tongue moving, throat muscles contracting, squeezing me and trying to push me out. The muscles in her jaws worked as she tried to bite.
Yes. The tightness in her was bringing me close, already.
I pulled back and she gasped, explosively, spit dripping from her lips. I watched the spit roll down the brunette’s face to her nose and eyes. I slapped my cock on her face, pressed the tip into her eye.
I grabbed the lift control. A quick press of the button and Heather was in position.
“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” I said.
I removed the gag from Heather’s mouth. She spit as it came out.
“You son of a bitch!” she yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you! You have no idea who my father is. A word from me and you would disappear forever.”
“Really?”
This was interesting. I stepped closer to her.
“Tell me more,” I said.
“He knows people,” she said. “Some of them have killed people, before.”
“Would it surprise you to learn that I’ve done the same?”
“Who? Helpless girls?” she asked. She had cooled for a few seconds and was now regretting her words.
“And others that were not so helpless.”
I stepped back from Heather and stood to address Hannah.
“I’ll make the game simple for you, little one,” I said. “You get me off with your mouth as quickly as you can and we’ll see if your sister makes it.”
I grabbed the control and lowered Heather into the tank until her head was submerged. She had time for one quick scream before she was forced to hold her breath.
Hannah looked up at me, shock on her face.
“Tick, tock,” I said.
She quickly attacked my cock.
Hannah was a young girl without the training of a full woman, but the desperation to save her sister made up for it.
She took me inside. Her tongue moved on the underside of my manhood, slathering around in a wet, pleasant way. I rubbed her hair with my free hand. She had such nice hair, almost at beautiful as her mother’s.
“Is your sister a swimmer?” I asked the bound girl. “Good swimmers can sometimes manage three and a half minutes. Most people can’t last more than 60 seconds… Throatfucking yourself might help me get off faster.”
She sped up, taking me deeper.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Tears of pain or tears of strain, I couldn’t tell. She pulled back for a breath.
“How selfish of you,” I chided her, “when your poor sister has no breath of her own.”
Heather was struggling in the tank. She wouldn’t make it another 10 seconds.
I depressed the ‘up’ button and she rose above the waterline: spitting, gasping and cursing at me.
“Let me show you how to throat it, girl,” I said to Hannah.
I grabbed Hannah’s head and thrust her down, taking her throat in one swift motion. I twisted her head, feeling the tightness. I pulled out and thrust back in, forcefully, throatraping her girlish head. My hands tightened in her thin, blonde hair. I pulled out, long enough for her to take a single desperate breath, and then shoved back in a third time, holding her with tight hands.
She dripped spit when my dick finally came out. I rubbed it all over her face.
“Close…” I moaned. “Let’s try one more time.”
I lowered Heather’s head back in the tank and this time Hannah thrust her face down on my cock with wild insanity, slapping her head down on my hard cock until, with each desperate thrust, her lips clamped the base of my cock, engulfing the entire length in her young mouth and throat.
That was it. My hand went to the back of her slender neck and I held her as I came down her stuffed throat, crying out in ecstasy as I blew my load into her youthful stomach.
My other hand found the control and I pressed the ‘up’ button, still holding Hannah to my crotch.
Heather came to the surface: choking, coughing and spitting. She cursed at me again, but I ignored her.
I had eyes only for the blonde fucktoy impaled on my cock. With my come in her throat and my cock blocking the entrance, it was impossible for Hannah to breathe and she was starting to panic. Still, I held her. The mental and physical pleasure I was taking from her situation was enormous.
“Open your eyes, baby, and watch me while you pass out on my cock.”
She did and I saw the pain and panic in her tear-stained eyes. Her sucking was violent and primal, as was my lust. She shuttered once and was still. I held her down for a few more seconds, savoring the wild feel of her youthful, unconscious throat before letting the abused daughter drop to the floor in a heap.
I lowered Heather to the floor, unlatched her and set her on her feet.
Heather looked at her disheveled sister on the floor.
“You son of a bitch,” she said quietly. “I’ll kill you for that.”
My fist caught her in the gut and she doubled up. I grabbed her ponytail, bent her over the tank and plunged her head back inside. She bubbled out most of her air in a single gasp.
My cock found her cunt and I plunged inside, taking her with swift strokes. I wrenched her head back and gave her a few breaths.
“Ah, ah, ah… god, please,” she mumbled, her voice cracking.
I pulled her head back. “Please what?” I asked. Our faces were close. I tasted her tears, her lips.
“Please kill me,” she whispered, like a prayer.
“Before the night is over, honey,” I whispered back, “I will.”
For several minutes I fucked her, plunging her head underwater while I took her womanhood. There was a sharp and surprising squeeze of her cunt as she came on my cock. I pulled her from the tank and kissed her gasping lips.
I pulled her over to Claire and bent her over the tank so that her mother was between her legs.
I pointed my cock at Claire’s tear-stained face. “Suck me while I give your daughter another drink, bitch.”
I plunged Heather back under and held her as I felt Mrs. Prescott’s mouth on my engorged cock.
“Deep,” I ordered. The mouth on my cock struggled to comply, pushing to take me all the way. As I kept the daughter down with one hand, my other hand held her mother on me.
Oh, god! I had two lives in my hands. I luxuriated in the feeling. I could take them both, right now.
I held Claire’s graceful head down, feeling the soft, wet strength of her throat muscles. She moaned and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt Heather’s struggling cease.
I released the mother and she pulled off my cock, gasping.
I pulled the limp, drowned girl out of the tank. Water drained from her lips and she was unmoving. I dropped her to the floor in front of her horrified mother. I straddled her, rubbed my cock on her unmoving lips and face. The tip went between her lips and I thrust deep into the girl’s mouth. Water shot out around my cock, and she twitched. I removed my cock from her mouth and she coughed: a deep and hacking sound. I rolled her over and she coughed again, water bubbling from her lips.
I pulled Heather to her knees and shackled her to a floor-ring.
Unchaining Claire, I pulled her roughly to her feet. I kissed her once, then removed her ring-gag.
“Stop, please!” she cried. “I’ll give you what you want!”
“This is what I want!”
Before she could say another word, I thrust her head into the tank. I slid into her from behind and ravaged her while her submerged head bubbled and her legs kicked.
Sixty seconds later, I pulled her up.
I repeated the process a few more times, pounding into her wet snatch as I tortured her. I pulled the redheaded mother out, watched as her breasts heaved with exertion.
She was spent, done. I dropped her.
Claire fell to the floor, soaked and sobbing.
I reached down and unchained Heather. She tried weakly to struggle against me, but she was exhausted. And cold, so cold. I pulled her close, kissed the warm tears on her cheek.
“Just one more time and it’s over, baby,” I whispered to her.
I twisted Heather’s wet ponytail around my fist.
I pushed her into the tank for the last time, held her down as I took her from behind. My cock tore into her, thrusting deep and holding. I sped up and pounded her like a jackhammer, desperate to come inside her. She thrashed beneath me, bubbles exploding from her lips. Her cunt contracted like it did before, wild and frenzied.
Her thrashing slowed and she went limp, her death contractions fading away on my cock. I fucked her for another couple of minutes before I cried out and came violently in her pussy.
I let her go and stepped back.
Heather laid there, draped over the side, half in and half out of the tank. I pushed her in. Her corpse sank to the bottom of the tank: its mouth open, skin turned pale and sightless eyes staring. My come oozing out into the water.
Claire was sobbing, her head to the cold floor.
I stepped over to her and grabbed her chin, raised her head so that I could look into her pretty eyes.
“One daughter defiled, another drowned,” I said. “It’s been a pretty good night, already. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Prescott?”Chapter Three – Dreams of Lust and Violation
Hannah woke as I lowered myself on top of her. She was strapped to one of my examination tables.
With frenzied fucking motions, I took her, feeling the depths of her.
Long minutes later, I emptied my balls into her tight cunt. Her mother, strapped beside her, was a silent witness.
I climbed onto Claire and wiped my come and Hannah’s pussy juice on her pretty face. Moving down, I entered her, thrusting hard and deep. She too received a load in her snatch.
I relaxed and suckled on Claire’s tits until I recovered.
Unstrapping the mother and daughter, I took them to the shower stall. I threw Hannah to the floor; pushed Claire’s face to the steaming glass and entered her ass. She cried out, through the ring-gag, at the violation.
I pounded into her bowels, slamming her face into the glass. Minutes later, we screamed together, as I came.
I dropped her, kicked her in the ribs and picked up her daughter. Crushing Hannah against the glass, I rammed my cock up her ass. God, she was tight! A few thrusts and I went all the way inside.
I grabbed her hair as I violated her. I kissed her shoulders and bit her neck.
Suddenly, I felt movement at my feet. It was Claire, struggling to get up. I kicked her in the face, sending her back to the tiles. She didn’t move again, but I could see her tits shaking as she sobbed.
I continued ass-fucking Hannah until my cock burst and I filled her. I ripped the ring-gag off of her and kissed her mouth, hungrily.
My fingers tangled in Claire’s hair, as I pulled her to her knees.
“Kneel beside your mother, cunt,” I ordered the blonde girl.
She obediently dropped to her knees, as I slammed my cock home into her mother’s waiting throat. I thrust down deep and held her tight.
“Watch me, little clit,” I said to Hannah.
I violated Claire in front of Hannah’s eyes. All control left me and I became a lustful animal, desiring unending release. I was suddenly aware of the choking, moaning sounds at my cock.
Claire’s face was red with strain and she was on the verge.
“FUCK YOU, MOTHER CUNT,” I hissed. I held her down and choked her unconscious with my cock.
Still my release would not come. I had ejaculated too many times this morning, but my lust would be satisfied again, one way or the other. I let the redheaded mother slide off of my cock and drop to the floor of the stall. Her body splashed into the water, crumpled and unconscious.
I pulled Hannah to me, by the hair.
“One more time,” I told her. “I’m almost there. Your mother almost finished me.”
She cringed away from me.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I cooed to her. “This is the final blowjob that you will ever have to give.”
“Please, no!” Hannah cried.
“It’s too bad that you can’t say farewell to your mother.”
“Nooo… I’ll do anything! Please!” she screamed. She clutched at my legs, begging. It was a beautiful sight.
“And what will you do if I let you live?” I asked.
“Anything you want, I swear!”
I looked at her, weeping before me, and weighed my options. She was just a girl, too weak to fight me, too young to really disobey. She looked up at me, awaiting my decision, tears glistening on her face.
It gave me a truly godlike feeling. I looked at the ring-gag for a moment and then fastened it about her head.
She cried again, but didn’t struggle. It wasn’t in her nature to fight. She was like her mother in that.
I thrust inside with a single deep stroke, all the way to the bottom of her throat. I held her to me, felt her warmth envelop me. She moaned deeply and her tears ran down her face. I could feel them on my groin. One trickled down the corner of her eye and nose and joined her mother’s spit on my cock.
“Hannah,” I said breathlessly. “Hannah, look at me!”
She struggled to open her beautiful green eyes and after a few moments of blinking, they latched onto me. I saw sadness in them and knowledge of the inevitable end.
Suddenly, she started sucking, sucking for air that wasn’t there. This was always the best part. No blowjob was ever as good as the primal desperation of a woman longing for oxygen. It was as if she wanted to drain me, as if she thought that she might be able to breathe my come.
I watched Hannah’s face with fascination, as she closed her eyes and let the nothingness take her.
The fabulous sucking sensation faded as the more erotic knowledge of what I had done crystalized in my mind.
I cried out and came in her throat.Chapter Four – The Last Gasp of Claire Prescott
I entered my Chamber, nude, and stepped up to Claire.
As always, she hung there, head sagging, toes barely touching the floor. Her prominent breasts hung as well, lush and ripe. She was no child, but a mature woman just entering the first years of her decline.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” Claire asked.
I said nothing, my eyes fixed upon her.
“And you’re here to take me, too.”
“How does that make you feel?” I wondered aloud.
Her head rose to look at me.
“Glad that it will be over. You’ve taken so much away from me and you might as well take the rest. The sooner the better.”
I lowered her to the floor. I removed her restraints.
I motioned her to the toilet where I had her relieve herself completely. We entered the shower stall. I scrubbed her body and shampooed her hair. Afterwards, she glistened like a goddess.
I dried her and set her on a chair.
I took something from a cabinet and walked back to Claire, my hands clasped behind my back.
She looked up at me, trying to discern what I held behind my back.
Slowly, I rounded her. My shoulder brushed against her, lightly. She shuttered, suddenly fearful of what was to come.
“Face forward,” I ordered.
She did as I commanded.
I raised my hands to her head and brought them down. I slid the bristles of the hairbrush through Claire’s beautiful auburn mane, straightening it, working out the tangles until it was lush and shining. Soft.
I took a bag from a cabinet. Threw it to her.
She opened the bag.
Inside was a woman’s suit. Red jacket and skirt. White blouse. A bra, panties and hose. High heels. There was a small makeup kit and a crimson lipstick. A pair of large emerald earrings she had worn when I abducted her. Her diamond wedding ring.
My dick grew hard as she dressed. I watched as she applied the makeup. She slid the lipstick around her lips, expertly, not a tremble in her hands. She puckered her lips. She fastened on the earrings…
Finally, she slid the wedding ring on her finger.
She looked perfect. Mine for the taking.
“This way,” I said.
As we got to the door, I stopped her. Cuffed her slender wrists behind her back.
I took her through my hidden passage, the same way I had brought her in, unconscious, several days ago, and into my bedroom.
I motioned her to sit on the bed and she did.
Claire looked at me, brilliant in her red outfit.
I wore nothing. I was close to her, my cock at eye-level. I felt a tingle of excitement. I was nude and she was clothed, but I was in control. I pressed my cock to her face.
My lady understood. She took me between her lips, without hesitation and my member slid down her throat. Soft like silk and wet with her spit, her warm pursed lips brought me to instant rigidity. She moaned deeply, her red lips working intently to pleasure me.
In and out I went, rhythmically, my cock growing harder with each stroke past her smooth lips. Spit build up at the corners of her mouth.
I pulled my cock from her lips and a long line of saliva dripped onto the carpet.
“Lay back, my lady,” I said, lovingly.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and rolled to the center of the bed, arms pinned beneath her back.
I climbed onto the bed. I straddled Claire’s head. I stared at her beneath my cock, stared at her for a long moment.
She was terrified, but accepting, eyes wide and on me. I was her whole universe, now. I was everything. How and when she perished was my whim, my choice, my desire.
Slowly, I rubbed my engorged cock about her face. I felt harder and larger then I had ever been.
I brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes.
“Are you ready, my love?” I asked her, softly, while caressing her cheek.
“I want to be with my sweet Hannah,” she said, as her first tear of the day rolled down her cheek to my fingertips. “Do it, you sick fuck.”
I smiled. She knew exactly how to arouse me.
I affixed the ring-gag about her head, sliding it into place and making sure it was just perfect. I pulled her beautiful red hair out from beneath her, over one shoulder. I tied the silky strands into a knot, high at the base of her neck. Another knot was tied into the tip.
Claire looked at me, confusion on her face, showing through the mix of her last emotions.
I twisted the red strands around her frail neck.
Her eyes went wide as comprehension came.
I thrust into her mouth, hard, putting the entire length of cock inside her frail neck, down her slender throat. I pulled at the garrote of her hair, tightening it, choking off all breath. My cock pressed her head to the pillow and I skullfucked her with all the strength in me, plunging deep into her helpless throat.
I grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her to the headboard. Thrusting in hard, I rapidly slammed her head against the dense wood, matching the crack of her head with the slap of my balls against her sexy chin.
I braced her head with my left hand, strangled her with the auburn rope clenched in my right.
She didn’t fight it at all.
I expected her legs to kick, but she was still. Her only movements were the glorious tightening of her mouth and throat and the blinking of her eyelids as her skull cracked again and again against the headboard.
I pulled on her hair, harder.
Her lips tightened on me, trying to suck in air. I knew that if she could control herself, she would go quietly, peacefully. But the body struggles to live even if the will does not.
I thrust in further, deeper; held my cock down her throat. I pulled at her hair, again. I could feel the tightening of it, around my cock. It drove me to climax and I came. My seed filled her throat and bubbled up from her lips.
She choked around my cock, drowning in my come.
Ecstasy struck. And the realization that all that was left was to end her. I pulled hard on her hair: a mighty heave that produced a sharp crack.
Claire Prescott looked up at me, love in her eyes, as she gasped one last time on my cock. And then she was staring at nothing but oblivion.
I held her for several minutes, as I came down from my high. My fist was still tight on the knot of her hair.
From my bedside nightstand, I took a knife. Slowly, I rubbed the razor-sharp blade down her face… over her sightless eyes… across her nose… past her come-covered lips… down to her neck…
The blade cut and I held the auburn ponytail in my hand. It was as if I could feel her inside it. It was all I had left of her, now.
Well, almost all.
I stood and walked to my bathroom, pushed the door open to reveal the bound blonde-haired girl. Hannah looked up at me with wet eyes, her face twisted in a rictus of emotional agony.
A small monitor was before her, showing the broken doll of her mother.
“Did you see that, baby? Did you see what she did, hear what she said? Did you watch her, all the way to the end? She was fabulous. I never dreamed I would have a fuck like her.”
Hannah looked at me, eyes alight with terror.
Sweet Hannah. I liked the girl. I really did. She was a true survivor, coming back from the brink like that.
I pulled her to her knees and thrust my cock in, all the way down her throat.
“She’s still there, baby,” I moaned. “On my cock! Your mother’s spit and her last fucking breath! Take my cock, my young love! And when you’re done we’ll visit that corpse you call a mother and you can suck your master’s come from her murdered fucking lips!”
I raised the ponytail to my nose and smelled the smell of my sweet Claire, as I throatfucked her last daughter.
Now she was with me, forever.

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Dreams – Hell’s Chamber

Willow walked timidly down the long, dark hall in the Hell Castle. Shadows danced along the walls, casting eerie shapes all around her. The nineteen-year-old bit her full lower lip nervously, twirling a strand of her long, black hair around her index finger as she walked.
She froze when she heard footsteps softly echo behind her. They were slow, patient – the footsteps of a predator. She felt her heart start to pound as they came closer, closer, closer… Her obsidian eyes darted around for an escape, and she saw a huge door to the side, so she ducked into it without thinking.
As she scanned the candle-lit room, she started to make out its contents: a darkly adorned bed with a wrought iron frame; several shelves that held chains, whips, and restraining devices; a few masks here and there; and some blood-red satin restraints that were tied to the bedposts.
Willow was so awe-stricken by the room that she didn’t hear the man approach behind her. He had been stealthy, precise in his movement… He had done this before.
“Hello, darling.” he purred in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze.
Willow had never had her breasts touched before. It sent a tingle of excitement through her, but she still built up a good scream and prepared to let it out.
She never had the chance, however.
Her captor put a hand over her mouth to silence her, laughing in satisfaction at her fear. He sucked and gently bit her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine and causing her legs to shake fearfully. He hoisted her up, somehow managing to still keep her silent, and threw her onto the bed roughly. She felt him making quick work of the satin restraints, tying them around her wrists firmly. He moved down to tie her feet when she gave a scream of protest and kicked him across the cheek.
The man’s perfectly featured face snapped to the side, and he gave a little growl of annoyance, but then he turned his red eyes to her and, with a grin, slowly ran his tongue along his lower lip to get rid of the blood.
“Mmmm, you’re fiesty, aren’t you? Don’t worry… I can fix that.” he said in a deep, dark voice as he nipped her inner thigh in punishment.
She squeeked in pain and instinctively yanked her legs back, trying to get away from him. He made a noise of pleasure and caught her ankle.
“I’m just going to have to relax you first, aren’t I?” he chuckled as her nudged her thighs apart.
She screamed, but to no avail. This was Hell. No one cared if she screamed.
Willow felt the man’s waist-length black hair tickling her thighs as he knelt down and pulled her panties off.
She kicked at him again, this time catching him hard on his hip bone. He gave her another hard nip to the inner thigh, then became rougher with her soft, lightly tanned legs as he muscled them apart and dove his mouth down to her pussy and gave her a few firm licks.
“Ohhhhhhh….” Willow moaned unwillingly as his skilled mouth flicked over her clit and stroked her opening.
He continued his relentless assault, whispering all kinds of promises of things he was going to do to her, his breath warm and sensual as it fanned along her sensitive mound. He licked at her greedily, sucking and licking and just barely using his tongue to penetrate her.
Willow’s body bucked in pleasure and rebellion, trying to angle itself for a better tonguing but then again still trying to get away from him. She could feel pressure building in her clit, a tidal wave of pleasure was growing within her, begging for release. He sensed her orgasm and mercilessly flicked his tongue over her sensitive little clit; his hot, demanding tongue was teasing her, driving her harder and faster until, finally, she felt her pussy contract in an overwhelming orgasm. She cried out, panting as he continued to work her over, when she felt it.
His hot tongue dove inside of her, massaging all of her inner muscles as they grabbed at his tongue selfishly, demanding more of him.
She was struggling against her restraints now, moaning and out of breath as he grinned up at her, his lips still shining from her juices.
“Does my girl want more?” he asked, his voice every bit as smooth as the satin that restrained her.
It was now that she saw her captor. He was tall, about 6’4″, with darkly tanned skin and gleaming crimson eyes. His dark, straight hair flowed down his finely muscled body. He looked to be about 21, and he was gorgeous.
She relaxed her legs a little and, after hesitating, said “Yes, please…”
He laughed in satisfaction and made himself comfortable, laying between her legs. He slowly kissed her clit and gently slid a finger into her soaked pussy. He worked her gently, not wanting to hurt her too badly.
Willow had just gotten used to his thick finger being inside of her when she felt another nudging its way inside.
“Oh, no, please, not another…” she begged, fearing that he would hurt her already tender pussy.
“You made me bleed, love. How ’bout an eye for an eye, hmm?” he grinned as he rammed his second finger into her.
Willow screamed in pain and felt blood start to slowly trickle down her legs.
Her assailant laughed at the sight of it and worked his fingers harder and faster; Willow’s smooth, slender body started to rock back and forth on the bed from the pounding of his fingers deep inside of her, her breasts jiggling beneath her thin white cotton sundress.
“Let’s see those tits, babe.” he said as he ripped her dress clean in half up the middle.
Willow’s full breasts bounced free from the restraining fabric, the warm air washing over them.
“Say my name, and maybe I’ll stop.” he purred, pounding her pussy harder and harder still.
“Wh-at is y-your name?!” Willow struggled to ask, tears forming in her eyes from the pain between her legs as he finger-fucked her sadistically.
“Oboro.” he said, nipping her clit getnly between his teeth, sending a shockwave through the girl’s body. She started screaming his name over and over and over, but he just started swirling his fingers around on her G-spot, causing the pleasure to build again within her.
He shoved his shoulders up against her, forcing her to sit with her back against the headboard of the bed.
“Watch yourself get eaten out and finger-fucked.” he commanded as he stroked her G-spot again while licking hungrily at her clit.
Watching her captor working her pussy so masterfully sent her over the edge again. Her vagina was begging for mercy, squeezing his fingers hard with every thrust into her.
He let her moan his name a few more times before finally pulling his now sticky fingers from her, then set about licking them clean.
Willow saw him sitting on his knees between her legs, licking his fingers clean of her juices, and tried to close her thighs to get some relief.
“No no no no…” he scolded her mockingly, settling his hard, lean, warm body on top of hers as he pulled her back down the bed.
“NO!!!” she protested as he thrust all eight inches of his dick inside of her.
Willow moaned and protested and cried as he had his wicked way with her, moving his hips on top of her… She could feel all of his muscles and bones churnin on top of her, working together to violate her… She cried even harder as he bunched himself up to where he could suck on her nipples as he fucked her.
She felt his tongue swirling over her taut nipple, tasting and teasing and making her wetter than she already was. She heard the sound of her wet pussy being taken by this man, the moist slapping of his dick inside of her echoing through her mind and he started to grunt and moan in his own pleasure. His balls slapped against her as he buried himself deep within her. He didn’t stop until he hit her cervix, causing waves of nauseating pain and ecstasy to bolt through her already battered body.
Willow’s body was on the verge of releasing again when she heard him cursing under his breath, and suddenly his body went from simply making love to her to full-blown, unadulterated fucking he rwith all he had. Willow’s D-cup breasts bounced hard, her body being rutted hard by him as he neared his own orgasm.
He reached between them and circled his thumb over her nub and she lost herself in a mind-blowing orgasm that rocked her whole body. Her pussy tugged hard on his dick as he moved inside of her….She nearly lost consciousness, but the sound of him roaring out in release, followed by feeling his hot cum shooting into her, brought her back to reality.
“You… You came inside of me?!?!?!” she shrieked in terror, feeling him pull out as some of his semen trickled out of her. She sobbed uncontrollably, begging him to release her, and he actually conceded to her demands. He untied her.
She expected him to leave her here, degraded and crying and exhausted and scared but he didn’t. Instead, he crawled under the bedspread and tenderly tucked her into his side, wrapping his arms around her. She didnt know why, but she clung to him.
If loving her assailant was wrong… she wasnt sure she wanted to be right.

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