My girlfriend and I have been fantasizing about experimenting with drugs and con/non-con... BDSMerotica

woke up with a boner fantasizing about you.

....

One of these days, we'll be enjoying our night together when you'll start feeling a little strange. Not bad, but just... strange. I'll be waiting for the change in demeanor, waiting for the opportunity to hold your hands above your head and let my fingers explore your gently perspiring body. You might ask what's happening, but I'll just smile and whisper, "Shhhh... relax," as I take an ear lobe between my lips. You'll gasp and unconsciously move your hips forward as a cloud inundates your mind, setting off alarm bells that I dismantle or amplify as I please, one by one. Maybe I'll secure your hands to the straps at the corners of the bed, leaving your upper body as exposed and vulnerable as your mind, as a glazed smile creeps over your lips and your heart starts beating a little faster. I'll kiss your neck and loom over you, making sure you can feel what's between my legs and a hint at where the night is going.

You'll feel a little trapped beneath my weight, your vision dancing with distraction when you feel energy enough to keep your eyes open. "Wait..." you'll protest in a soft voice, the drug coursing through your veins and overwhelming your senses, but I'll ignore you and take your rounds breasts in my hand, weighing them, squeezing them, looking into your eyes with a predatory grin on my face. If I untie your hands, you might have a chance to really start struggling, so instead, I'll use a pair of scissors to cut your top off, the cold metal as much a shock to your system as the gleam of the sharp blade and the almost evil smile that twists my mouth. With your breasts free, I'll slap and knead and pinch them as I want, not even looking at your face for a gauge on your pain tolerance.

Your body is mine and I plan on using it that way.

You might struggle when I begin peeling your jeans off, but it'll be futile. I'm stronger than you sober, and in this state, you can hardly form a coherent thought, much less push a grown man off of you. Besides, your panties will be a swamp by the time I toss the denim on your floor. The cool air invading your legs will send a delightful shiver down your spine as another wave of danger makes you instinctively clamp your legs shut. It's no use. I pry them apart, giving your inner thighs a few swats before putting a hand on your throat. "Don't you make a fucking sound, understand me?" Your eyes will go wide with fear and you'll writhe even more, but I'll close off your wind pipe with a carefully measured pressure and rip the soaked cotton from between your legs, stuffing your mouth with it. "See what a little slut you are? We both know you want this." The shame will wash over you as you taste the pungent arousal on your tongue. Your lack of any sort of cogent response will elicit a slap to the face, "Good girl."

You'll have almost given up at this point, and it will be a mere formality to tie your ankles down, leaving your slick pussy exposed and unattended, the heat everywhere else on your body feeling like a refrigerator compared to what's between your legs. I'll kiss your inner thighs, smelling your desire, intoxicated by it, enjoying my dominion over you not just in a physical sense, but, as I run a tongue over your slit as gently as a feather, tasting your sticky juices, clearly a psychological one as well. Your moans, muffled as they may be, might be a little loud, so I'll turn on some music. "No one will hear you, slut. I fucking own you and I'm going to do everything I want to you, whether you like it or not." I'll deliver another open-handed strike to your cheek, burying my face between your legs again. I'll lap up the embarrassing amount of arousal there, spreading apart your lips and getting further, centimeter by centimeter, into your cunny. By the time I'm exploring it as deeply as I can, you'll be able to feel my nose against your throbbing clit and my facial hair tickling your inner thighs.

Eventually, I'll tease a finger at your opening, ignoring the almost steady stream of noise coming from your throat. One digit inside, then another. Your hips will move, but my fingers will be pressed right against your g spot without any real resistance. I'll continue applying a steady assault to your engorged clit, letting you grind against my hand and feel more and more shame about it each time. Violated, used, almost humiliated... but you'll love every second of it because of the substance in your bloodstream. I'll exploit that exact feeling of guilty surrender as I hardly move my fingers, letting you do the work as my tongue flickers over your clit mercilessly.

Your climax will come inevitably, but it will be overwhelming nonetheless. You'll close your eyes as your vision begins to blur and begin bucking your hips, aching for a reprieve to the sensation overload. I'll feel your walls clenching around my digits and pump away with no regard, letting one orgasm roll into another as you can hardly catch your breath with the drenched cotton stuffed in your mouth and sweat forming at your brow. Once I feel like take a break, I might finally let you gather yourself for a moment, trying to make sense of this reality in which you've let someone drug you and take advantage of you in every conceivable way... yet you've never felt better.

You'll hardly notice the sound of my zipper or any part of me removing my clothes until the feeling of my wet cock head intrudes your mind, the persistent tapping on your swollen clit making you shiver each time. Even if you could resist at this point, you wouldn't. Your brain fried, your muscles achy, your resolve totally gone, you'd beg for me to enter you if you could talk. And I would. Slowly, inch my inch, you'd feel me penetrate you. It's always a little longer than you think it is, even though you've felt it dozens of times before. With each thrust, your breasts will shake. You'll try to look at me, but your eyes have the irresistible desire to roll back into your head and you're too far gone to stop them. You'll just lie there, accepting your reality and appreciating the ebb and flow not just of my body, but of your almost rhythmic climaxes, too distracted to be ashamed at how easily you're cumming. Before you even realize it, my body will be tensing up and you'll feel my cock twitch, spurting a jet of cum into you. Despite your body temperature, you'll feel the hot liquid inside of you, filling you up. Maybe twice. Maybe three times, making a mess of your sheets already soaked with sweat.

By the time I pull out, you'll be aching to have me back, feeling not just full when I'm inside you, but... complete. I'll clean myself up, regarding you only when I'm dried off. I might untie you and take the makeshift gag from your mouth, or I might just leave you there until morning so I can violate you again. You think you might even be able to get used to it, as my cum slides out of you drip my drip.

Submitted October 17, 2017 at 08:46PM by AlexAndRachelGetBusy http://ift.tt/2ysNAaV BDSMerotica

A Slave Home Alone BDSMerotica

I woke up to my cage unlocked. This has never happened before. Usually Master unlocks it after he has finished his morning coffee and is ready for me to suck his penis. I tentatively crawl out of the door. I carefully look around every corner as I move towards the kitchen. My ankle cuffs clang as they hit the tile of the kitchen floor. Still no sign of Master. I spot a note on the kitchen table in the place that Master usually sits. It reads:

Good morning, Princess. I went to work early today because I trust you. Here are the keys to your ankle cuffs and cage. I will be home at 5:30 PM. Have the following things done by the time I get home.

• Clean your cage
• Wash my sheets
• Have my dinner prepared
• Blindfold and gag yourself then lock yourself in the stocks at 4:30

As long as these things are done by the time I get home, the rest of the day is yours to do what you wish with.

I stood there stunned. I’ve never been able to leave the cage while Master was away before. I started having fantasies of all the things I’m going to do before 4:30. I decide that I should do the chores before I start to have fun.

I look at the clock; It’s 9:00 AM. I immediately get started cleaning my cage, keeping the keys with me just in case it closes. The cage isn’t very dirty, so this task should be easy. I use a wet rag to wipe some cum from last night’s session off of the bars. I use a small vacuum to get any dirt, dust, or hair that I may have missed. I want to do a really good job for Master. When I finish, I look back at the clock: 9:45 AM. I still have plenty of time.

Master’s sheets come next. I’ve done this a hundred times before, but this time feels different. I slowly strip his bed, making sure not to knock over any of the things on his bedside table. I take the dirty sheets downstairs into the basement. The floor is cold on my bare feet and the air is cool on my nipples, which are still sore from last night. I start the washing machine and walk, with excitement, back upstairs.

I have to have Master’s dinner ready by 4:30, but he won’t be able to eat it until 5:30, so it shouldn’t be anything hot. I take a look in the cupboard and refrigerator, nothing stands out as something Master would like. I decide that I can worry about it later. Now, it’s me time. The first thing I want to do is take a long hot bath. No gags, no, chains, just me, the water, and probably a lot of bubbles.

My bath is amazing. It’s been a long time since Master has allowed me to enjoy getting clean. I sit in the water until it gets cold, about an hour later. I dry off and look at the time. It’s 11:30. I’m hungry. Master usually gives me kibble to eat, but since he’s not here, I’m going to eat some of his food. I take a granola bar from the cupboard and an apple from the refrigerator. They taste incredible, even better that I get to eat them on my own terms. For dessert, I open the box of candy bars that master sometimes gives me as a treat. There are no candy bars in the box. Only a locking buttplug and a note saying: “Did I give you permission to eat junk food? Put this in and lock it. Maybe if my dinner is good enough I’ll take it out before you go to sleep tonight.” I shamefully put it in. Starting to tear up, not because it hurts, but because Master trusted me and I have failed him. I begin working on Master’s dinner.

I find the materials to make a pork roast. That’s one of his favorite meals and it will still be good when cold. I assemble the entire meal. The buttplug makes walking uncomfortable. I hobble the roast over to the oven and turn it on. I set the timer and sit down at the kitchen table. The clock reads 12:15 PM now. The washing machine should be done with the sheets. I start walking downstairs to put the sheets in the dryer, but I can only make it two steps; the buttplug is just too painful to walk down stairs in. I tug at the lock and try to turn it, just for a little while so that I can finish the chores. I twist the plug as hard as I can. I hear a click and the buttplug starts to vibrate. “Aaahhh” I yell in frustration. I desperately try to turn the knob back, it won’t budge. I can’t stop the vibrating. It’s not very intense, so I try to keep on going down the stairs cringing at each step. Finally I get to the bottom and am able to put the sheets in the dryer. I reluctantly start my trek back up the stairs.

When I finally reach the top, I glance at the clock. It says 12:45 PM. The vibrating is really getting to me, I can feel myself starting to get horny. I try to ignore it, but after 15 minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to Master’s closet to pick out a dildo and to find the key to my chastity belt. I pick a large purple dildo from his collection. The key is in the drawer of his bedside table. I open it, but instead of finding the key. I see a set of locking nipple clamps and a note. It says: “You know you’re not allowed to masturbate without my permission. Put these on tight. If I get home and they are too loose, they will stay on all night.” I slowly reach for the clamps. As I pick them up I see that they are connected by a chain and that there is a heavy locked padlock in the center of the chain. I put them on, sad and still madly horny.

This day just keeps getting worse. I have a vibrating buttplug locked in my ass, weighted nipple clamps, and I can’t even pleasure myself. Plus, I still have to finish Master’s dinner and finish washing his sheets. The roast still needs to cook for a while, but the dryer should be almost done by now. I once again start walking down the basement steps. It’s worse this time because now every step tugs on my nipples. Halfway down, I thought my nipples were going to fall off. On the verge of tears, I make it to the bottom. I fold the sheets and walk them back up the stairs. Surprisingly, the trip back up isn’t as horrible as the trip down. I must be getting used to the pain. Slowly, but surely, I remake Master’s bed. When the bed is made and I am thoroughly exhausted, I once again look at the time. It’s 2:00 PM. I have an hour before I have to take the roast out of the oven. I decide to play it safe and take a quick nap in my cage. I quickly fall asleep.

I wake up to a loud clang. “Shit!” My cage door closed and locked. I look at the clock. It’s 3:05. I need to take the roast out of the oven! I look for a way out even though I know there isn’t one. I spot the keys that Master gave me this morning. They are near the cage on the floor. I reach for them, but they are just inches outside my reach. “Dammit!” I yell. I try rocking the cage, trying to get it to move even a little. I can’t; it’s too heavy. I ram the side of the cage with my shoulder as hard as I can. The weight on my nipple clamps pulled sharply. The cage moved! Only a little though. I’d have to ram it a few more times. I hit it again. I felt my nipples scream out in pain. Again, I rammed my now very sore shoulder into the bars. I try to reach the keys again. I stretch as far as I possibly could. I hook the keyring with my fingernail! I open the cage and run as fast as my buttplug and nipples would allow to the kitchen. I take the roast out of the oven. It doesn’t seem too overdone. I take a minute to catch my breath.

I slice the roast and make sides of carrots, peas, and dinner rolls. I serve the meal on a plate and put it in Master’s spot on the table. It’s 3:30 now. I’m tempted to just get in the stocks now so I can’t screw anything else up. The thought of being stuck in the stocks for two hours quickly dismisses that notion. I eat another granola bar and go sit next to the stocks. The blindfold and gag that Master wants me to use are hanging on the side of the stocks. The blindfold is made of leather and cups the bottom of the eye to make it impossible to see anything. The gag is a fairly large ring gag. Seeing the stocks, combined with my vibrating friend and my squeezed nipples, is making me want the clock to move faster so I can be locked in.

Finally, 4:20 rolls around and I get to start locking myself in. I start with my feet. One of the pieces of wood slides out to open the hole where I put my ankles. I put the piece back and use the latches to secure them in place, a bit farther than shoulder width apart. I put the gag in next, I can already tell that I will be drooling profusely by 5:30. Then the blindfold. The next part is the tricky part. The stocks have a self-locking mechanism so all I have to do is line up the pegs on the top half with the holes on the bottom half, which is easier said than done when blindfolded. I pick up the top half of the stocks and line up the middle hole with my neck. I feel around and find the bottom half’s locking holes. After a few tries, I manage to line them up. They haven’t locked yet because I’m holding it up with my neck. I squeeze my hands through the outer two holes and make sure that everything is right before I am stuck at a 90 degree angle until 5:30. With a breath of excitement, I drop the top half of the stocks and it clicks into place. I test my restraint by squirming and pulling on all my limbs. This is fruitless of course. I am trapped with no way to get out until Master gets home.

Very shortly after locking myself in, I hear a car pull into the driveway. Has Master come home early? I hear footsteps approaching the front steps. I start to get nervous because the footsteps are much harder than Master’s. A knock on the door echoes through the house. “Hello? I’ve got a package here that needs a signature.” It’s the delivery man. I hope that he doesn’t look in the window. He may be able to see me. “Hello?” He calls again. He waits a little longer and then I hear his footsteps walk away and his truck pull out of the driveway. I let out a sigh of relief.

After what feels like 6 hours, I hear another car pull into the driveway. This has to be Master. I hear the door open and footsteps into the kitchen. He starts eating the dinner I made. So far, not acknowledging me. I hear him walk to his bedroom. Then to my cage. Then finally, to me. “Vibrating buttplug and nipple clamps? Wow, you must’ve been a bad girl today.” He runs his hands across my back and tugs on my hair. “Should I take those off?” He asks me. I shake my head yes and make an affirmative sound through my gag. “Okay, I will.” He runs his hands across my breasts ending at the nipple, giving them both one last yank before using his key to unlock them. I yell through my gag as the pressure is relieved. He walks toward my butt and turns off the vibrating. He unlocks the buttplug and pulls it out. He walks back around to my face and I hear a zipper. “You can’t go completely unpunished, you were a bad girl today.” He shoves his penis in my mouth. Deeper and deeper until I started gagging. He removes his penis and I could hear him drop his pants completely. He walks back around to my butt and I feel him unlocking my charity belt. It falls to the ground with a clang. He hits my ass hard. I cry out. Again and again. He hits me 15 times on each cheek. I feel him put his penis in my anus. He thrusts and hits me again. Eventually he stops, walks around to my face and hits my face with his penis before sticking it in my mouth again. He stays far back in my mouth and throat this time, I start gagging with each thrust. He finishes deep in my throat. I cough up his cum to stop from choking on it. He says “You stupid bitch! You’re going to be cleaning that up. Not right now though. I think we might do round two tonight yet. You just stay right there while I take a nap.”

Submitted December 24, 2016 at 11:17PM by TheRopeIsForMyBoat http://ift.tt/2hiUqc8 BDSMerotica

Game Night: Part 2 [M/F, D/s, DD/lg, No Sex (yet)] BDSMerotica

(This is the second part of a larger work I am creating. If you have not read part one go here)

The rules of the game are simple. While at the party, you show your Daddy how much you want to please him by doing the items on the list.

Item #1: You will always walk, stand, or sit on my left side, unless absolutely impossible. You will hold my hand at all times unless you ask to let go, and when there is an option to do so, you will sit at my feet instead of next to me.

He grabbed her right hand in his left and walked her up to the door. She could feel her body get more and more aroused the closer they got to the house. She almost panted with desire and anxiety. She reached up to ring the doorbell. She held her breath. We are so going to get caught, she repeated to herself over and over as she waited for someone to answer the door.

Several long, tortuous seconds ticked by before the door swung open, “Hey guys, welcome to the party. We were just going to get started. Can I get you something to drink?” Her best friend, Jeff, was always the consummate host.

Oh God, yes, booze would calm the nerves a bit. “I’ll have a rum and coke.” Her Daddy gave her a stern look while Jeff turned to fish a glass out of the cupboard. “Umm…please?”

“I can fix that right up for you,” Jeff said as he took up his typical role of bartender and master of ceremonies.

Item #2: Always use your manners. Say “please” and “thank you” when appropriate, and always ask Daddy for permission before getting snacks and drinks or before leaving his side. Failure to do so will mean punishment spankings when you get home.

She leaned in to whisper in Daddy’s ear, “Can I, Daddy?”

He sighed, “Yes, Kitten, but this is your last warning follow your rules or there will be consequences.”

“Yes, sorry, Daddy.

As they spoke, Jeff made her a drink while he extolled the merits of DC’s animated universe. Apparently she and Daddy walked in just as the whole rest of the group was having the age old debate: Marvel vs DC. Jeff interrupted himself for a minute to play host once again, “What about you, Xander? What can I get you?”

“Umm…I think I’ll just have some ice water for now.”

“Still not a drinker, huh? Haven’t you brought him over to the dark side yet, Lisi?” He laughed as he reached to get another glass.

Item #3: Only you will serve Daddy his drinks or snacks this evening. If he wants something, you will be the one to get it for him.

Even though Daddy was not looking at her, she could feel him watching and waiting for her to react. She tried to act as casual as possible. She laughed and said, “Oh I’ve tried, but he is just not a drinker. Why don’t you let me get that for you, Jeff? It looks like your husband needs you…”

“Oh, Kumar, is fine,” he said waving his hand towards the tall, Indian man in the corner who seemed to be having problems with the wires and cables for the Playstation. “I am the host. It’s my job.” He walked toward the ice maker on the refrigerator door.

“No,” she squeaked a little too loudly as she ran over to him and grabbed the cup out of his hand, “I will do it.” Jeff looked a little shocked and confused, but shrugged it off. “Damn Lisi, married life must be getting to you. Are you trying to win wife of the year or something?”

Her cheeks flared up, so she busied herself with making the drink. “Yeah something like that.” She finished prepping the glass of water and turned to hand it to Daddy. She looked up into his face; he was laughing at her! He was enjoying her embarrassment. Anger flared up inside her, and she shoved the water at him, splashing his hand slightly.

He glared at her for a moment until she excused herself to go to the bathroom. She hid there for the next few minutes.

“How dare he,” she thought. “How dare he make her feel so stupid and embarrassed? Ugh, she should just text him right now and tell him they were done with this ridiculous idea.” She pulled out her phone to do just that.

There was a text. From him! “No one said this would be easy, Kitten. You are doing well. Keep being my good girl, and tomorrow your pussy will throb with the memory of your reward.”

Her breath quickened and her heart fluttered. She could feel her pussy get wet at the idea of what may come. “How dare he?” she asked herself again, “He dares because he is my Daddy, my owner, my Dom. He dares because he knows that I live to serve him no matter what the cost. He dares because… because I want…no…need him to.”

She frantically typed a response and washed up to leave. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Daddy reach into his pocket to draw out his phone. The message read, “It turns me on to imagine you spanking my pussy while telling me what a good, slutty little girl I am.”

Item #7: Every time you are not in the same room as Daddy, you need to tell him one of your fantasies. He may use these suggestions after the party.

He looked up at her and smiled that slightly evil but very sexy Dom smile of his. The one that says, “I’m going to fuck you until you are nothing but a moaning, cumming puddle at my feet.”

Shivers ran up her spine.

The games will continue soon...

Submitted July 07, 2016 at 07:35AM by GypsyDanger28 http://ift.tt/29j8VKz BDSMerotica

TAIMAT-X: Episode 003 "stu" BDSMerotica

TAIMAT-X : Episode 003 "Stu"

March 25, 2004 ~ Saturday Evening

Rain pours down onto the pavement, illuminated briefly by a flash of lightning. The roll of distant thunder follows as I step across the street and shove open the door of a smoky pub.

My coat is soaked and my spirits are low as my partner chatters on the other end of my cell phone. This job was becoming way more stressful than I ever intended.

"No, Jerry, listen, I'm not gonna go down that route. It's a waste of time. No. It's a fuckin waste of time." I sneeze and wipe my nose against the cold, wet plastic as I shuffle up to the bar. I nod at Tony, and he smiles as he pours me a chilled, neat vodka.

"Well that's their problem, Randy. I can't control what their friggin department does with its hardware."

Tony looks at me with a chuckle and a sigh. He's seen first hand how this crap has dragged me down.

The door opens and I glance over to see an amzing sight. She's five foot six maybe and about one hundred and thirty pounds. Her hair is jet black with cyan highlights and her body is just to die for. A tight, white tank top is sopped and sticking to her impressive chest and her jean shorts are cutoff halfway up her thigh. God damned daisy dukes. Fuck me now.

She looks young though. Real young. Like nineteen at the most. Way out of my old man league.

"I'm gettin drunk, Randy. I'll see you in the office." I say into the cellphone and clap it shut. It's older, sure, but is a smartphone smarter than a little cellphone? I doubt it.

I wasn't really getting drunk, but if I told him I was about to try and hit on a teenager he'd laugh so hard he'd give himself a heart attack. And frankly, I need him for this project I'm on.

My eyes are glued to this angel as she walks up to the bar out of the rain like an abandoned kitten.

"I think you're lost, sweetheart." Tony says, cleaning a glass.

"No! I'm sorry, I know I'm too young to drink. I just- it's my car. It's totally shit the bed. Do you know somewhere I could get a ride to Port Sterling?"

"You need some help fixing it?" I ask, like a moron. I don't know a fucking thing about cars.

"No. I'm sure its totally dead. It's been acting up lately. I really need a ride though. Are you heading that way at all?"

"Yeah, actually." No. No I was not. But I sure as hell was now.

"Can you give me a ride!?"

"Absolutely." I nod at Tony and he gives me this look like I'm about to try feeding an alligator or something. I sort of feel like it, too. My nerves are so shot it feel like I'm getting kicked in the chest by a horse. Maybe this isn't a good idea.

"Oh my gosh, Thank you!" She says. She crosses her arms and peels off her soaked tanktop like she's at the fucking beach. Two glasses shatter adn most of the conversation comes to a complete stop.

Her midriff is a temple and a pink bathing suit top does its best to clasp in her stunning cleavage. Her rockstar body is a toasted tan, and it occurred to me that she's probably some kind of surf nut or something. Son of a bitch, what a tease.

She reaches into her backpack and pulls out a drier shirt and wiggles into it before looking out over the crowd. A large cigar hits the floor, dropped from a bearded, fat man's open mouth.

"Let me just run to the toilet real quick." I say. It's a long drive to Sterling.

The bathroom is a dingy, stained dungeon with pasty, green stalls embelished with graffiti. It smells of a mix of bleach, alcohol, and vomit. The muffled roar of the bar snaps into a blast of noise as the door opens and some drunken, mid-life crisis stumbles in and pukes into the nearest stall.

I unzip and leak myself. Shit. Already starting to get hard. Don't be dumb, Stu, I think to myself. She'll never go for you.

I peek out the door at her. She's still standing by the bar with a large dufflebag next to her on the floor. Her back is arched as she ties her ponytail up and her tits thrust up out of her chest. It's prety hilarious actually, as every man in the room is locked onto her.

I walk out and jingle my keys at her. "Ready?"

"Yeah!" She smiles. Wow. What a smile. The smile that only a hot, college, teenage sex goddess could smile. It was warm and inviting and everything I would probably never be able to touch.

I grab her duffle and nearly yank my shoulder out of its socket. "Holy fuck! What is that, a refrigerator!?"

She giggles and flashes that sexy smile again. "Just books for school."

More like the whole friggin library, but whatever. I pick it up and we walk out. It doesn't feel like books. It feels like tools or something. I decide it's better to not ask questions. I don't want to scare her off.

I jog over to my '69 Chevy pickup like quasimodo with her dufflebag of concrete and open the creaking door. I lug the bag into the middle seat and she climbs in the passenger side.

The rain is muffled and I shake the water from my jacket. My keys are cold and wet as I crank the ignition and the truck chugs to life.

"Nice truck." She says, running beautiful hands ove rmy dashboard. Her nails are short and clear. Looks like she chews on them, maybe. I kind of like it.

I pull out of the lot and we drive towards the highway.

"So what do you do?" she asks. I swallow hard.

"I'm a network administrator." I say. "you?"

Her eyes are blackish-brown, and her cheeks are full and young looking. Man she is just dead sexy. For a moment, I contemplate throwing self-control to the wind and surrendering whatever life I have left to federal prison.

"I work in machine sales." She twirls her hair around her finger. Long, spaghetti strands of black, silky hair with those bright cyan highlights lacing through her fingertips. "Probably even more boring than being a computer nerd. Not that, like, you're a nerd. I mean, I like nerds anyway. I'm going to school for marine biology though. College is fun." she laughs.

Dark thoughts start percolating in my mind. Too dark. Best to stay away from that. I try to keep my eyes on the road, but her face and body are complete eye candy.

"So... I have a confession." she says.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I um, I wasn't really looking for a ride to Sterling."

Warning lights start going off in my mind. Sexy, wet, young woman in my truck with me and we have no destination. This is way too good to be true.

"So where are you going?" I ask.

"I was kind of hoping I could stay at your place - DON'T FREAK OUT! I just, I knew you would probably say no or people would try to get me to go to a hotel. I just need a place to stay for the night I swear I won't bother you or steal anything I double triple super promise."

My face must have turn seven shades of red. There's no way in hell this is happening. I thought of my flat. It wasn't ever really messy per se, but I wasn't married and it was definitely a batchelor pad.

"Yeah, yeah. No problem." I say. Ever instinct in my body is urging me not to do this. It's too much to handle. I'm going to lose control if she's in my house.

I look over and she smiles at me. Her eyes twinkle a bit under the passing streetlight and my heart feels like its sinking into my stomach. I want her so bad it feels like heartbreak already. Is this really happening?

I get to my apartment door and the key crunches into the lock as it swings open like cardboard. I hate these cheap apartments. She steps inside and I drop her bag of "books" on the floor near the door, scraping the door back across the rough carpet and closing it.

I want to nail it shut and fuck her forever, but I figure its best to just try and be a gentleman for the night. She'd probably call the cops if I so much as complimented her the wrong way.

My flat is poorly lit with an cheap, brown carpet, a second-hand couch and a shelf of books. My dining room table is foldable and so are my chairs. I'm an engineer, after all, and I like things cheap and mobile. My kitchen is an empty, stained room with a simple fridge, sink, counter, and oven. I keep it neat - which is easy because I barely ever eat here.

"Uh, so, just go ahead and make yourself comfort..." I stop midsentence because she's taken off her top again. Fuck.

I clear my throat as I feel my dominant tendencies coming to the surface. She unzips the fly of her shorts and I excuse myself into the kitchen. My head swims with anxiety. She's probably just changing. She's a college chick probably. I shouldn't read this the wrong way.

"I'm sorry!" she calls.

"For what?"

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I was at the beach earlier today and I just wanted to get changed real quick. You know how it is."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it."

I put together a few plates of sushi from last night. I like to cook, but I don't trust myself to not fuck anything up at this point. Just pretend like she's your daughter or something.

"I never caught your name." she says. I turn to see her dressed in flannel, light blue pajamas that match the highlights in her hair. Her tits are obviously unburdened by a bra but still jut out and make her long sleeve top spill over them like a waterfall. The view from below her must breathtaking.

"Stu." I smile and extend a hand. Somehow introductions made me feel a little better. "And you?"

"Miranda." She takes my hand and fuck her's is the softest thing I have ever felt in my life. My heart flutters as she grips it tenderly and shakes it, sliding her fingers off of mine. "Sushi?" she asks.

"Yeah, just some leftovers... Sorry I'm not much of a cook." I lie. I was actually a pretty damn good cook but she didn't need to know that.

"How about pizza?" She asks with that sexy smile and those baby cheeks that light up the whole room. "So, you wanna watch a movie or anything? What do you like to do?"

"Yeah. Yeah we could do that." I say. "I don't know what kind of movies you like to watch, but feel free to pick something out. I generally just kind of watch trash TV and go to bed... I'm not really used to having girls around."

She giggles and I swear her eyes run up and down my body. "Sounds good! I'm 21 by the way, so don't feel bad about drinking or anything. Do you have red wine?"

My eyebrows raise. I never would have guessed that. Maybe I'm just getting old. "I do, in fact. Sure, go ahead and take a seat on the couch and I'll bring you some."

She smiles again and skips off to the couch, obviously pleased with herself. I pick up the phone and order a pizza. Half cheese and half everything. I don't know. College kids eat a lot, don't they?

I pour a glass of red wine and bring it in to her. She's watching black and white TV land and a chuckle. "You like the old stuff?" I ask, handing her the glass.

"Oh." She says. "Yeah. I guess I just appreciate it more than the garbage they usually pump through."

The book in her hand is "Of Mice and Men". I grin. I have to admit she's definitely a classy dame despite her wild, collegiate appearance.

"Well, I'm gonna just take a shower real quick if that's alright with you."

"Sure. Do you have cash for pizza?"

"Yeah my wallets in my jacket."

I walk to the shower and ruminate on what I just told her. I probably have at least four hundred dollars in there. I guess I just don't care at this point.

I get in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Far from frat boy. I look like an old fisherman. My hair is grey and thick with a scraggly beard. My body isn't anything remotely close to in shape. Well, It's not terrible I guess. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself.

The shower feels good. It pulls me back into reality. Just calm down, Stu, she needs a place to stay for the night and then she'll disappear from your life probably forever. Just enjoy the moment and don't go crazy. I can do this. I'm forty eight for fuck's sake. I'm a grown man.

The door opens.

What the fuck is going on.

"Hey, sorry Stu, I just needed to pee. I hope you don't mind."

Nope.

"Uh..." My voice is shaky with nervousness like I haven't felt since hgih school. "Sure."

"Thanks, hun."

Hun? Must be just a college thing. She was pretty mature, maybe she was used to treating everyone like they were her dependants or something. I don't know. My mind is fucking mush right now give me a break.

I hear her slide down those soft, flannel pants and I see an abstract silhouette of her body on the shower curtain. I can't help but grin and decide that the lights above the mirror were definitely a good choice.

I hear the snap of her underwear as she slides it down her legs and the toilet's hollow creak as her surely tight little ass is placed down on it. I'm sweating. I'm sweating in the fucking shower.

She tinkles. There's no other word for it. A light little rain ove rmy grundgy toilet. Everything about this girl was the opposite of my environment. She was clean, sexy, young, tight, and oh so beautiful. I lived in a cheap shithole. She'd never want anything to do with me.

I resign to just be satisfied with being friends. Not even friends. Aquaintences for the night.

She sits up and I hear her wipe herself. The sound of tissue scraping across stubble tells me that she's definitely clean shaven and I shudder.

She flushes and I cringe as the water gets cold for a moment. This is probably a good time to squeeze one out anyway before I do something terrible. My hand grips my cock which is about as hard as concrete at this point and I start to rub idly.

A tanned, feminine hand grips the curtain and pulls it aside. Her insanely gorgeous body steps into the shower with me and I am frozen in paranoia.

"Hey, sorry, I have sand all over me from the beach and I just wanted to get cleaned up real quick. I hope you don't mind." Her face is a cute little half grin, and I realize that she knows she's totally fucking my head up right now. "I'm used to co-ed showers so I'm not a big stickler on privacy."

The possibility of her wanting me seems so far fetched and my heart is palpatating so hard that I've actually gone into a state of denial at this point.

I go to speak but all that comes out is caveman grunts. Oh well.

She smiles brightly again and scoots past me to get under the water. My breath catches in my throat as her bare ass just barely brushes against my erection. She doesn't seem to notice. What. The. Fuck.

Her stunning rack is advertised prominently as she reaches up and the water cascades through her hair, down her neck and is funnled down through her cleavage. Her breasts are full and whiter than the rest of her body with small, pink nipples. The water rivers down her delicious, flat stomach and dribbles over her luxurious, well shaved mound, and I fight back the urge to completely lose it.

"Enjoying the show?" She laughs.

"Oh! God! I'm sorry I just," I stumble out of the shower like an idiot and close the curtain. Man. I can't tell if she's just being a tease or if she's genuinely just insensitive to sexuality. What IS this chick?

"It's ok. I know I'm not ugly."

"That's an understatement." I say under my breath.

She giggles.

"I'll just be another minute." she says fro mbehind the curtain. "Is the pizza here yet?"

"Uh, I'll go check." I say. I lock the door on my way out. I'm so far out of my league I'm not even in the stadium anymore. She's probably just seriously used to the college "co-ed" lifestyle. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned.

I get into my bathrobe for the night and sit down on the couch. Ten minutes go by. A half an hour.

The pizza arrives.

"Took you long enough." I say at the door as I pull out the cash for the driver.

"Sorry man, Saturday night, you know."

"Yeah, yeah." I say, taking the box.

Miranda steps out in full fucking nude, completely soaked from head to toe from the shower.

The driver and myself freeze in place as the sex goddess walks across the room, bends over, pulls out her clothes and gets dressed. I swear it takes way longer than it really needs to.

She walks ove rto us with a big, cheeky grin and takes the pizza box. "Thanks, sweetie." she says and kisses the air at him.

I look at the delivery guy and his face is drained of color. I chuckle and hand him a twenty dollar tip.

He nods as I close the door. Probably the best day of his life, I think to myself with a laugh.

I sit down with Miranda, who is now fully clothed again. I'm honestly relieved as frankly, if she gets casually naked again I'll probably have a fucking stroke.

We sit down and she grabs the clicker as we eat the pizza and drink wine. I wonder how much wine it will take to get her drunk enough to sleep with me. I really can't think of anything else at this point.

She picks out rear window and takes out a book that says "Theoretical Physics" and starts to read while we watch.

"Nice choice in movie." I say. Definitely classy. "You um... you studying applied physics?"

She nods as she sips her wine and takes a bite of pizza. She looks engrossed in the material.

"And you work in sales?" I ask.

"Yeah." She says with her mouth full. "It's just a temp job."

"I see."

An hour goes by. She finishes her meal and wine and has put away her book. The movie has come to the point where the guy comes in and pushes Jimmy Stewart out the window. She seems to freak out a little and she cuddles up to me.

I'm trembling as her supple breasts squish against my side. I put an arm around her instinctively and she sunggles her lesg up closer. I can't read her at all. Is this a daddy issue thing? A no-boundaries with strangers thing? An attraction? Is she just really friendly?

My mind spins in circles until it comes to a screeching halt. Her hand has managed to slip under my robes and is now just lightly touching my cock. I can't tell if its intentional.

She doesn't say anything. The next movie comes on and her fingers ever so slowly move inside of my boxers and wrap around my throbbing penis.

My body relaxes as the tension in the room evaporates. She does want me. This is going to be amazing.

She doesn't accelerate at all, but keeps on her original pace. This woman has serious self-control and patience.

She strokes me softly as we watch the next film, and halfway through she pulls me out of my boxers and begins rubbing my cock on her mouth.

The anticipation is too much and jizz explodes out of my hole onto her face.

"Oh Shit! I'm sorry!" I go to get up but she puts her hand on my chest and her teeth clench firmly on my dickhead. Yikes.

I stay perfectly still, watching my cum slide down her face and her teeth still locked on my pulsating member. She releases her death grip and wipes my cum off of her face, licking it up like the glaze of a cinnamon roll, and cleaning me off with her tongue. She says nothing, and I'm entranced.

Her tongue dances around my head and stalk as she nibbles and bites me up and down. The bites hurt just enough to keep me ready to cum again, and she alternates between my cock and my sack, licking and nibbling. Her body language is animal-like and unpredictable. I almost expect her to start purring.

She bites a little too hard and I slap her face by reflex. She squeaks in recoil and gasps. Her oil black eyes glare up at me through thick, dark eyelashes before she goes back to work.

This time her lips slide over my head and she suckles on the tip, massaging it gently and moves up and down. She seems to be truly, deeply enjoying herself.

Knowing where she stands, I can only assume a role that I have not played in years, and I grab the back of her head and begin to apply pressure.

"Good girl." I say.

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Stu's hard, wet cock pushes in and out of my throat. He tastes clear and clean from his shower. Despite his age, he seems to have more pep than I imagined.

I had wondered how long I could keep teasing him. Sometimes it takes a lot to get boys to take the reigns. I tend to intimadate them easily. I was pleasantly surprised at his self-control in the shower.

Thousands of years had bolstered my tenacity and I thoroughly enjoy a long game. I find it makes the experience far more meaningful.

I slurp and lick and suck on his uncircumsized member. He places his hand on the back of my head and I feel my pussy start to soak through my pajamas. He's taking control. Oh please, oh please, let him take control.

I use one hand to cup and fondle his balls as my other grips his cock tightly and I continue to feast on him.

I plunge my mouth down him and suppress my gag reflex, allowing his long, thick cock to press its way down my throat. I swallow rythmically, massaging his pulsating dick with my throat muscles. They love it when I do this.

I hear him starting to moan and his body stretches in anticipation. I continue swallowing and move my head up and down, rolling each testicle in my hands delicately. I move my other hand up and pinch his nipple rougly and his bulbous head firehoses jizz into my mouth and throat.

I swallow hungrily.

It's too bad there are none of my species left. Tarklin Studs can ejaculate gallons of semen in each mating affair. It's a messy, cozy, beautiful moment and I love it.

It's been at least eight hundred years since I've been able to be fucked by a Tarklin male and my craving for cum is insatiable at this point.

After he finishes, I feel his body relax. He needs a break. That's fine.

I wipe my mouth of his juices and lick and smell and taste his cock until he's clean. I lick my lips and look up at him.

He has the appearance of a grizzled, seasoned man. I used to have a preference of age, but after hundreds of years I really just crave a unique experience. He has not disapointed me thus far, but it remains to be seen.

I sit up and smile at him. "Well?"

"That was..." he takes a deep breath. "Amazing."

"I know." I say, kissing his cheek and continuing to stroke him.

He grins. And then, to my shock, he scoops me up and begins to walk towards his bedroom. I hadn't expected him to have that kind of energy but you never can tell with humans.

"Are you going to punish me for teasing you for so long?" I say with a giggle.

He kisses my pout and kicks the door to his den open. Light from the hall floods the darkness casting strange and mysterious shadows upon the rear wall. " ready ?" he asks.

Oh my. I may have underestimated him, and my composure caves in to my desire.

"Take me..." I moan softly. "Do what you want with me.."

He sets me down in the doorway and my slender figure casts a shadow into the already dim room.

"Close the door" he says, and chases the darkness away with a flip of a switch. It looks like a game room. I notice a bike rack on the far end of the room.

"Time to earn your keep young lady." he says.

Mother of Taimat.. was he really going to do this? Have I finally found a worthy playmate? Perhaps my initial plan would have to change after all.

The cops hadn't shown up yet, so I may have thrown them off the trail pretty well by hooking up with Stu. I'm surprised he hasn't managed to figure out there's a duffel bag of automatic weapons sitting in his living room.

I nod obediently and idly undress myself. I stand before him completely exposed. It feels different from before though. I'm not the aggressive one anymore.

"If I do as you ask, will you promise to fuck me as hard as you can?" I whisper as I grips his package gently and stroke his cock through his robe.

"On your knees Missy" he says. "You should be careful what you wish for."

He stands over me as I kneel down happily and his robe falls to the floor. I gasp in anticipation, nibbling my bottom lip.

I lift his hard cock gently to my lips and rub it on my face before plunging it back into into my throat hungrily.

I lick and suck and slurp on his sexy rod, moaning happily and fondling his sack. I pull off to lick up one side and down the other before taking each testicle into my mouth gingerly and stroking him steadily with my other hand. I slap his cock against my face and start to play with my clit.

Stu places his hands on my head as I take him into my mouth again. His fingers pull through my hair and his nails dig in as my lips pull back along his cock. The squelching of my fingers wagging in my vagina echoes off the walls as I finger myself vigorously. I can't wait for him to pound me, but I'm enjoying this new feeling of submission.

I miss a ryhthm and gag suddenly on his cock. He's unusually forceful and its taken me off guard. I love it. I haven't been dominated like this since ... hmm.. was it.. 1204, maybe? I wasn't sure...

He pulls my hair high, lifting my head up. His cock forces me chin to drop and my mouth to open wide. Spit dribbles from my lips as his balls slap against my chin.

I moan in pleasure and swallow him hungrily again, allowing his cock to push further into my throat. My eyes roll back in my head as he began to fuck my face intensely. I play with my clit and inch toward my climax.

I imagine that we are in a back alley and he's pointing a gun at my head. That i'm defenseless and he is a vicious criminal about to take me against me will and my body goes rigid.

I gasp and cry out as his cock continues to pound my mouth. My moan changes pitch and I feel the flow of euphoria as I cum and shiver in ecstasy.

Just as I thought I was about to get a break, he shoves his penis completely into my mouth and his balls slap against my chin. I feel his muscular, rigid cock nestled into my throat and it strains powerful as cum shoots out and down into my belly.

I gurgle and sigh and moan in pleasure, relishing his sweet juices. My vagina trembles in a flood of sticky goo as he grabs me by the hair and pulls me off of his cock with a sucking noise, fluids dripping from his cock to my mouth.

I lick and suck him clean and then wipe my face and pussy, consuming everything I can.

Apparently invigorated by this behavior, he shoves me onto my back and forces my knees apart. I make no struggle. His hands push my thighs open and I stretch my opening for him. His cock is visibly twitching, aching for my pink center.

​"YES!" I shout, craving his dominance over me​. I grip vainly at the the floor and squirm in anticipation, rubbing my clit and fingering myself.

"Fuck me pleeeease" I whine. "I need your cock inside me"

He places the tip of his cock at my opening and I shiver in anticipation, feeling his huge rod force its way into my tight slit and I scream in pain and pleasure as he stretches me. His throbbing member is nearly strangled by my tight opening, like trying to shove a sausage into a garden hose.

I am shaking as he slowly drives himself into me. His sack touches my anus, and I gasp desperately and claw at his back, drawing blood with a long moan as he keeps pushing hard. I lift my knees to my shoulders to let him bore deep into my vagina like a fencepost into the ground.

We stay like that for a few seconds, savoring the moment. His cock twitches, red-hard and locked inside of my pussy. I gasp for air again and shake violently as I cum again, squirting clear liquid out onto the floor.

"Own me" I whisper with a squeak and quiver in excitement.

"You are mine." he says, rubbing his pre cum covered tip against my asshole. He rolls me onto all fours and pushes my face into a cushion.

"Just in case you feel the need to scream." he says with a little growl.

He knocks my knees out until my ass is perfectly positioned to take his long shaft. "Spread your ass cheeks baby girl" he grins, smacking the back of my leg.

"Good girl... "

His fat, stiff pole pushes between my cheeks and his balls brushing against my twat. I moaning as my tight ass gives way, and he powers his shaft into my dirty little hole up to the hilt.

"Push your ass back you little fucktoy" he says, slapping my ass and grabbing my hips.

His cock pulls out and punishes both holes, switching from pussy to ass and back again. Back and forth as I scream in pleasure and pain. "FUCK YES OH MY GOD PLEASE MORE OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"

"Your a fucking rape kit mess baby" he laughs, pulling my hair and turning my buried face to look at him. "Daddy likes his girls obedient."

"YES DADDY PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER OH GOD YES!!"

It hurts a little and tears come to my eyes but I love it, meeting his thrusts with what little control I have, basking in his power and relishing his sexy penis as it crashes into me again and again like a jackhammer.

Finally, I feel him brimming as he yanks my ponytail and drives his thick trunk deep inside of me crashing into the top of my cavern as he explodes his creamy fountain inside of me.

I shudder and scream as his cock stabs my pussy and I tighten as I cum.

Shaking and expended, lost in ecstacy, I topple over and catch my breath.

He leaves the room as I gasp and try and collect my self like a fish out of water. Sweat drips from my forehead. I haven't had this much fun for ages, and I laugh out loud tiredly.

He comse back into the room with soem rough, itchy looking rope. My goodness.

He pulls me up by my hair and moments later, my hands are tied behind my back. He sits me down and leans my body forward .

"Open wide, sweetheart ..good girl... now tongue out baby. That's it baby. You know its always best to obey daddy..."

Man he is one sick fuck. I may even keep him.

He taps the wet tip of his member on my outstretched tongue and slaps me across my face before dipping the head of his penis into my soft, eager lips. "Look at me while I fuck your mouth!" He yells.

My eyes tear up a bit from the slap but I look up into his face. Despite his dominance, I can still see the face of the man I met in the bar. Somewhat shy, yet deeply intelligent and lonely. I'm glad I can please him, and it makes me all the more happier to let him fuck the shit out of me.

I obey him for a few minutes, relishing the taste of his cock in my mouth and throat, swallowing every ounce of liquid that I can find. I play until I get curious.

I pull back against his hand slightly and find that he still has a good grip. I slap his hip and pull my mouth off of his cock to his obvious surprise and say "NO."

I try to hide my smile but I smirk a little, eager to see how he reacts. "You can't make me. Fuck you."

I'm trying my best to sound serious but my face is beaming. I giggle a bit, desperate for punishment.

"You think you can scream your way free?" he laughs walking over to the ping pong table.

I bite my lip in anticipation, kneeling naked with my legs open and my vagina exposed, my hand tied behind my back.

He walks slowly back towards me, slapping a ping pong paddle in the palm of his hand. I get a little nervous but I still want it oh SO badly.

He pulls me to my feet and pushes me back against the wall. He frees my wrists for a moment, only to tie them to a support coming out of his wall. I stand on my toes to keep it from hurting too much.

"Now let's see just how fucking brave you are little girl.." he says with a grin. He takes hold of the rope and whips my thighs with it.

"Will you behave now?" He smacks the paddle sharply against my wet pussy and I screech and gasp at sting of the paddle. The feeling is amazing. Stars fill my vision and I moan happily.

"Obey me" he commands, spanking my ass with the paddle and twisting my nipple. He wraps his lips around one of my tits and sucks and pinches it gently with his teeth.

"No! I won't listen! Not until your cum is inside of me, daddy. You better let me free this instant or i'll never let you touch me again!" I say. I try desperately not to smile but my enjoyment betrays me.

"Mmmm... Fuck me pleeeeeease." I beg. "I'm sorry, please please i need your beautiful hard dick.."

I squirm and strain to spread my legs, confined by the handcuffs.

He smiles and brings the paddle down on my nipple with a snap and I screech.

"Hush" he demands, and puts his hand under my mouth. "Spit. It's for your own good."

I giggle and collect a large amount of spit in my mouth. I open and let my tongue hang out and the saliva flows into his hand. Stu chuckles and lubes his dick with my psit before flipping me around. My tits press up against the wall as I feel him spread my ass cheeks apart.

My face reddens and heats as he places he sopping wet dick at my rear entrance.

"You're gonna take my cock, you little whore."

I'm not ready. Oh shit. I'm not ready. I whine and even though I could probably destroy this whole city block, I feel completely powerless. I'm not not not ready. I don't know why.

His penis pushes against my anus and I cringe as his head starts to penetrate me. Sweat cruises down my brow and my heart beats fast. I don't want to stop, but somehow my body's adrenaline is raging. Something was wrong.

I tighten my ass cheeks but he spanks me hard with the paddle. It feels good and I moan happily. It's not him. Something else is going on.

The head of his amazing penis enters my asshole and he pushes himself further inside. I open my mouth and make a cry like my hand was caught in a doorway. His pulsating penis slipping in and out of my asshole as the squishing, sloshing noise fills the den.

"Mmm. Yeah baby you like that don't you."

"Yes, daddy." I reply. I don't want to stop but the adrenaline surges through my veins again. He pulls my ass off the wall so that my back arches and he fucks me deeper, his balls slapping against my twat.

He slaps my ass and pinches my nipples as I sigh and moan for him. He fucks me until we both cum again and he kisses my back. He pulls out of me and my body is absolutely going crazy about something. It's definitely not him.

"HANDS IN THE AIR SCUMBAG!"

..to be continued..

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Special thanks to Stu for this one <3

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Episode 001: Camping On Another World Episode 002: An Exquisite Product

Submitted March 18, 2016 at 12:36AM by joey385t http://ift.tt/1R1Hi5j BDSMerotica

Jane's Brief Respite Before Mr. Black Holds a Session on Property Rights BDSMerotica

Part Eleven of Dick Pig's Story

The girl sobbed when she realized she couldn't make it back to the room.

No Goddamit! NO! GET UP! She shouted at herself from the depths of her own mind. It was no use, her body had simply reached its limit.

She recalled the agonizing rise to her feet, her aching thigh muscles screaming in protest, before her twitching legs gave out and she fell to the carpeted floor. Numbly she tried to roll over and crawl to the door but her exhausted body refused to move. She lay there for a long moment with her eyes closed, come trickling from between her legs, before she started to cry.

"Quiet 801." The Shopkeeper's voice was oddly subdued as she knelt next to the girl.

"Yes ma'am." The girl whispered hoarsely as she rolled onto her back.

Just a couple minutes to pull it together. Come on Jane. Get your shit together!

She was intensely aware of the woman crouching next to her, like a giant spider ready to suck the life out of whatever was unfortunate enough to get caught in her web. Despite her eyes being closed, the naked girl could practically see the woman grinning down at her.

Desperate to not lose the opportunity to spend the time in the room, the girl struggled to sit up.

"Stop. Stop 801. Just stop for a minute." Something in the woman's tone cut through the haze of the girl's exhausted mind as she felt the Shopkeeper gently pushing her back to the carpet. The woman sounded almost... human. The girl sank back to the carpet, lying on her back with her twitching legs splayed open.

She jerked when she felt the woman's hands touch her quivering right thigh. Cautiously, she opened her eyes.

The Shopkeeper was rubbing the girl's right thigh gently but firmly. There was something on the woman's hands, lotion or oil maybe, and the pressure made the girl gasp. Her hands hands reached involuntarily towards the Shopkeeper but she was able to catch herself in time.

"That was wise 801." The Shopkeeper did not bother looking at her as she continued to massage the knotted muscles of first the girl's right, then her left thigh. The girl moaned and squirmed as the woman's firm grip pushed the knots of pain slowly from her trembling muscles.

"Thank you ma'am. Thank you." The girl moaned her gratitude through clenched teeth but still the woman did not look up. Her face was hidden by the hang of her long ebony hair as she silently kneaded the young girl's muscles. Incredibly, the girl began to get the sense that the Shopkeeper was avoiding her gaze.

So she is human after all. The girl thought to herself. With a trembling hand she reached up and touched the Shopkeeper on the shoulder.

"Thank you ma-..." She never finished her sentence.

Crack! The woman struck the girl like a snake, the open handed slap splatting against the swollen, gooey mess between her legs. The girl howled like an animal and arched her back, digging her heels into the carpet and raising her ass off of the padded surface. Pain roared through her, starting in her sore pussy and rushing through her body like a wildfire.

In a flash the woman was on top of the girl, straddling her hips and leaning so close their noses touched. 801 was gibbering in pain and fear, desperately trying to defeat the laws of physics and melt away into the carpet.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! She thought wildly. I should not have done that. I should not have done that.

"Know your fucking place dick pig. Do not... DO NOT... mistake the fact that I am caring for you as actual care for you. They are very different things." The girl could feel the woman's lips brush hers as the words hissed out of her mouth; her voice a tangled, seething web of anger as she spoke. For a brief moment she imagined the woman would lunge forward and take a bite out of her the same way a mad dog would.

"Yes ma'am. Yes ma'am. Yes ma'am." The girl's voice was quiet, almost a whisper as she fought the urge to scream.

For a long moment the woman said nothing, just pressed down on top of the hapless girl, allowing the tips of their noses to barely touch. With an abrupt movement she rolled off of the girl and stood up. 801 sighed in relief and let her body relax slightly.

Jesus fucking Christ. Jesus.

801 heard the sound of the door opening and raised her head slightly. She could see the raincoat man strolling towards her with a bemused look on his face. He had the demeanor of someone who might have just enjoyed a long stroll through the park, not the look of a man who had recently taken turns on the girl lying in a sticky puddle at his feet.

"Take her to the room. She needs help getting there obviously." The Shopkeeper waved in the girl's direction, voice practically dripping with derision and disgust.

The raincoat man stopped by the girl and reached his hand out, palm up. With a shaking hand, the girl reached up and grasped the man. Her hand felt incredibly small in his and with an effortless tug the man pulled her up and to her feet. With a small cry the girl fell forward against the man's chest. Even leaning on him, it was all she could do to stand.

The raincoat man shifted the girl slightly so she could walk leaning against him, and they made their way slowly to the door. The Shopkeeper was silent as they left and 801 didn't have the nerve to look back. The door closed behind her and mind racing, she limped down the hall.

The walk was interminable. Her knotted thigh muscles were only part of the problem as she realized how sore her pussy was. The men had fucked her for a long time, some of them twice, with nothing but her wetness and their spit for lube. Between her aching cunt and screaming thighs, she could barely make it down the hall.

They stopped once, in a kitchen of sorts, so the girl could be fed. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she smelled food and her stomach began flip flopping. Wordlessly, the man helped her down to her knees and she was fed and watered out of two silver dog bowls. It was some sort of bland, meatless stew complemented with crisp, cold water. When she first started eating she imagined she could faintly taste the men's salty discharge in the stew, some of the residue she missed still on her chin perhaps.

She was too hungry to care. So much so in fact, that the raincoat man had to stop her from wolfing down the food and choking.

When she was finished, the man helped her to her feet. She could feel some of the stew running down her chin and in between what little cleavage she had. She idly wondered why she wasn't embarrassed but then felt the thin trickle of someone's seed running down her inner thigh.

Oh yes. That. Kind of made the food stains irrelevant.

They walked wordlessly, the girl taking tiny half steps, leaning heavily on the man walking patiently beside her. All she could think about was the room, the shower, the bathtub. The thought of cleaning the mess from between her legs and out of her hair was the only thing that kept her going. One foot, then the next. One foot, then the next.

When they arrived at the room the man opened the door and she staggered into the room. The cool crisp air felt like angels breathing on her naked skin. It was pleasure. It was bliss.

"On your dog bed 801." As he spoke, the man directed her to the small pad at the foot of the bed. With a moan, the girl sank into the soft padding and in seconds drifted into unconsciousness.

She had no idea how long she had been sleeping when she was shaken awake by the raincoat man. Ten minutes? An hour? Two? There was no way to measure time in this place. It was just an endless stream of sex, humiliation, and punishment.

"On your knees. Forehead on the floor. Spread your ass cheeks for me." The man spoke conversationally, casually, as he gave the instructions.

"Yes sir." Groggily, the girl responded, rising to her knees and then leaning forward and resting her forehead on the carpet. Reaching back she spread her ass, waiting patiently for the next command. In a detached sort of way, her mind wondered about the promise the Shopkeeper had made, three hours alone.

What was this about then?

She tensed as she felt something slick and cold on her anus. A sharp cry escaped her as the man pushed just the tip of his lubed finger into her tightly clenched hole.

What the fuck? Her heart started beating wildly.

She had fought to keep her mind from thinking about this possibility although she knew that it would probably happen. She absolutely loathed anal. She had only let two people take her that way. Her first boyfriend, and then only once. And of course, James who wanted to fuck her ass every time they had sex. Even with him, she rarely acquiesced and she shifted uncomfortably at the man's touch.

This is probably not a great time to be doing this raincoat man. She thought to herself.

She didn't know what to do. She was torn between her desire to obey and the desire to give him what she knew to be very relevant information. She felt herself flushing with embarrassment at the prospect of telling the man.

She inhaled sharply as the man slid something into her tight hole. It was quite small, not stretching her at all and she let out a small chirp as she felt the cool liquid flooding the depths of her.

Oh...

She shifted uncomfortably, for some reason feeling more shame in this moment then when she was on her back with her legs wrapped around the man. It was deeply personal, a violation really. As she felt the pressure in her gut mount she exhaled slowly, doing her best to remained relaxed as the raincoat man finished filling her.

She felt the raincoat man slide the tube out of her and stand.

"Stay that way until I say otherwise." He spoke in that same conversational tone of voice as he walked over to the bed and sat down. She could see his shod feet out of the corner of her eye, brown shoes and blue socks she noted with disapproval.

"Yes sir." Her voice was muffled by the carpet and she shifted again. She could feel the pressure in her already, her gut felt heavy with the pent up liquid. She clenched herself tighter and tried to maintain an even pace as she breathed slowly in and out through her mouth.

Her mind raced as she considered what this meant. He was leaving her so it was unlikely he was going to fuck her in the ass. At least right now. She thought grimly to herself. Still, someone was going to or they wouldn't be bothering with this. Her heart sank as she realized that someone could be more than one someone. She remembered the men taking turns on her less than an hour before and she shuddered at the possibilities.

Any thought of panic was being quashed by the pressure building in her gut though. She groaned and swayed slightly as she fought for control.

"Sir?" She said in the meekest voice possible. She didn't want to appear impertinent but she had to believe if she made a mess in this room there would be hell to pay. They would probably let the Shopkeeper skin her alive.

"Hmmmm?" The man seemed distracted as he answered.

"I have to go sir. I have to go to the bathroom sir." She was beet red as she spoke, flushed with the shame and awkwardness of the situation.

"You need to wait twenty minutes. It's been nine. Relax, I'll tell you when you can get up."

Oh my god. Eleven minutes. No way. No way. Her mind panicked at the thought, and she had to force herself to keep her breathing calm and measured. She groaned again, a small mewling cry, as a cramp traced its way through her gut.

As the minutes ticked by, she grew desperate, barely able to control the urge to ask the man how much longer she had. Her forehead was sore from holding position on the carpet and her legs still ached, but both of those things paled in comparison to the crisis she was having with her swollen gut.

It had reached the point where she wasn't sure if she could make it even if the man gave her permission.

Fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. She thought. This is it. I have to go now, permission or not. As she steeled herself to make a run for it, heart pounding in her chest, the man spoke.

"Twenty minutes it is 801. Feel free."

As he spoke the girl considered rising to her feet but thought better of it. Windmilling her arms and legs wildly she scrambled towards the open bathroom door. The few feet seemed like miles as she felt the pressure in her gut threatening to release with each rise and fall of her knees. The tile tore at her bruised and scraped flesh as she scrambled across the bathroom floor and up onto the toilet.

She groaned audibly as relief flooded through her.

"Weird how personal this moment is, isn't 801?" The man was standing in the doorway of the bathroom as the startled girl looked up.

"Oh my God." The girl covered her beet red face with her hands, shame flooding her now that the crisis was ending. Fucking kill me right now. She thought to herself as the man continued.

"I mean, you sucked my cock right in that shower and yet this... Strange isn't it?" With a chuckle the man slid the door closed, presumably indicating that the girl's three hours were counting down. She heard the exterior door close as well and she began to relax as she finished up her business.

Time to clean up. Three hours! She thought happily as she wiped herself, rose, and walked towards the shower.

She stopped, stunned, as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her chin and chest were stained from the food she had gulped down like an animal. There was a name, she couldn't make out what it actually read, scrawled across her flat stomach. Her face was a wreck, there was no other word for it. An absolute wreck. Twin riverbeds of mascara streaked her cheeks and she could see where her hair was matted to her head, presumably by someone's thick load of come. She stared wordlessly for a moment at the block letters scrawled across her tits. Despite being reflected backwards in the mirror, she could easily read what it said.

DICKPIG.

After a long moment of simply staring at herself, the girl made her way to the shower.

She took almost two full hours in the shower and bath. The warm water cascading on her tortured flesh was an absolute pleasure rivaled only by the bliss of soaking in the almost scalding bubble bath. She was refreshed from her nap certainly, but there was something about being clean that made one feel energized. Made one feel whole again.

She glanced approvingly at the mirror as she saw the black pen marks had been scrubbed completely from her skin. Her mind drifted to the events of the day as she dried her hair and applied her makeup.

The Shopkeeper, she decided, was insane. She needed a warning label. Something like I AM A HUMAN BOMB stenciled on a shirt that the government mandated she wear. Still. the taste of her, and the way she could pull climax after climax out of the girl... She had to admit there was something compelling there.

And the men... She felt no shame over what she had done. She accepted it. If anything the memory of it excited her. She felt herself growing wet with the memory of their hard bodies on top of hers, relentlessly pounding into her, taking her over and over. Two days ago she would have been horrified, now it was all she could do to keep her hands from between her legs at the thought of it.

She wandered out into the room and found herself waiting there for the second time that day. The morning seemed ages ago, although she had no objective way of knowing exactly how long ago that was. Four hours? Ten? No idea. She mentally shrugged as she stood waiting by the door.

There was a clock of sorts in the room, counting down from 180 minutes. Glancing at it she saw it was mere seconds before someone arrived. Assuming they were punctual, which of course, they would be.

She jumped as she heard the sound of the doorknob turning and reflexively fell to her knees. She fell harder than she expected, her legs still too weak to lower her gently to the floor. Still, she was in position when the door opened and her heart started pounding as she saw who had come to retrieve her.

It was Mr. Black. He smiled as he looked down at the kneeling girl.

"I see you have cleaned yourself up. Stand up so I can see you."

"Yes sir." Obediently, the girl rose and stood, feet apart, arms crossed behind her back, and eyes at the man's feet. Her heart continued to beat wildly as he walked closer.

Mr. Black stepped around the girl, whistling softly to himself as he looked at the marks the Shopkeeper had left on her skin. His hands wandered over her body, gauging her reaction as his fingertips brushed the scarlet and white welts. She inhaled sharply as he slid his hand between her legs, his fingers making sure she was smoothly shaven before sliding between her lips to check how wet she was.

Apparently satisfied with what he found, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Follow." Other than that he said nothing as he left the room.

Taking care to not plummet to the ground this time, the girl lowered her aching body to her hands and knees and began to scramble after the rapidly disappearing man. Concrete floors again as she crawled down the hall, scurrying to catch up. She had stopped trying to figure out exactly where in the complex they were. There was no point. Every room held some sort of mystery, some debasement for her to endure.

What did it matter which one it was?

She managed to keep up with the man, despite his rapid pace, and they arrived at the standard metal door. Despite not specifically trying to keep track of where they were, she was pretty sure they were at the kitchen for some reason. The thought was confirmed as Mr. Black swung the door open and strode inside.

She moved quickly through the door, using the brief window its momentum afforded her to keep from having to push it open. Her stomach growled as she smelled the faint aroma of the stew she had eaten earlier. It must have been a while ago if she was so hungry.

How long did I sleep? She wondered to herself.

There were no bowls however, just a metal table standing in the center of the room. That and the ever present camera. Nothing else save for the standard kitchen stuff - cabinets, sinks, and a gently humming refrigerator.

"Rise." The same flat expressionless voice he always spoke to her in. Nervously, she rose to her feet.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the objects on the table. The first was a paddle, the longer rectangular kind carved from a single piece of wood. The second was some sort of bar with what were obviously restraints on it. They reminded her of thick iron shackles, the kind one would see in an actual dungeon. The last thing was oddly, an apple.

The incongruity of the objects puzzled her, but her eyes kept getting dragged back to the paddle. She didn't want any part of that.

No way.

Focus! She thought to herself. She snapped her attention to the man as he spoke. His voice was, as usual, cool and quiet, the epitome of serenity.

"Dick pig. How crass. I find the nickname distasteful. Your father would be disappointed in you." The man's words took the girl completely by surprise and she found herself blushing as he spoke. Disappointed was an understatement.

"Still, an apt description given your recent achievements, wouldn't you say?" The man looked at her meaningfully as he asked the question. She felt herself blushing harder, the heat rising to her face. Despite his having never touched her sexually, she found herself craving the approval of Mr. Black above all others. His words got to core of the girl in a way no one else at the complex was able to match.

"Yes sir." She kept her voice low and even despite the sting of the man's words. She could see the paddle out of the corner of her eye and she guessed it stung worse.

Much worse.

"There are many challenges during the testing process, most of which you are familiar with. Physical and emotional limits. Intellectual capacity." Again, the meaningful stare before the man continued.

"However, there are some consistent patterns that we have learned to recognize over time. Things we had to learn from the test subjects themselves. The first is the fact that often times, the test subject becomes emotionally attached to one of the testers. We have developed methodologies for dealing with that and it rarely happens anymore. I assume you have no emotional attachment to any of my colleagues?"

"No sir." Again, a profound understatement. The man continued.

"The second is the tendency for the subject to game the system. Everything becomes a quid pro quo. For example, you fuck one of my associates and he lets you sleep on a dog bed. Or use a shower. I could go on but you get the point." His slow careful words belied the tension in the room. She sensed something was coming, and it wasn't going to be good.

"We have methodologies for that as well." He looked at her for a long moment and the girl swallowed nervously. Whether from cold, fatigue, or anxiety the naked girl started to tremble as the man stared at her.

"Get on the table dick pig. On your knees, ass in the air. Place your left cheek on the surface so you are looking at the camera. Extend both of your arms straight back under your stomach so your wrists are aligned with your ankles. Now." Although he had not changed the pitch of his voice there was a finality to the last syllable that made the girl jump.

"Yes sir!" Something was coming and whatever it was, she wanted to make sure she didn't make it worse.

Groaning inwardly, she pulled her aching body on the table and did her best to assume the prescribed position. The cold metal table pulled goosebumps to the surface of her naked body. As she slid her hands back under her body, the man slid the bar under her ankles.

Her suspicion regarding restraints was confirmed as he latched the metal rings around her ankles and her wrists. They fit snugly, not quite painfully, but she was locked firmly in position with her palms facing up from the table. Her wrists and ankles were perfectly aligned by the bar, the thick metal cuffs holding her in place. She had no ability to lower her ass, move her arms, or extend her legs in any direction. The spreader bar had her knees apart, and she could feel the cool air on her pussy. She felt vulnerable, exposed.

She shivered with dread at what was coming.

"What are you dick pig?"

"Property sir. An object sir." Her response was automatic. She barely acknowledged the question mentally before the response flowed smoothly from her lips.

"Correct. You are property."

The girl gasped as Mr. Black deftly slid his index finger into her pussy. A small cry crept from her lips and she reflexively clenched her wet, pink hole on the man's questing digit. She was desperate to grind against the man's probing touch, but she had very little movement available to her due to the steel spreader bar that had her pinned firmly in place.

Her breathing picked up its pace as Mr. Black left his finger inside of her and continued talking.

"And property does not negotiate. It does not make deals. It gets used as desired. It is important you understand this dick pig. Sometimes, you just get put in your place because your owner feels like it. This is the point of your next lesson. Do you understand?" As he finished speaking, the man slid his finger out of her quivering, wet cunt and with a steady motion pushed it insistently up her tight ass.

"Oh my God!" The girl gasped in surprise as the man pushed his finger deep inside of her. The wetness from her cunt eased its passage and she could feel her tight hole spasming around the man's finger. Wordlessly, he slid his finger back out and walked to the head of the table.

"Not wet enough." He said by way of explanation. As he did so, he took his finger and pushed it into the girl's gasping mouth.

"Mmmmph!" The girl was shocked by the sudden movement, and horrified by the idea of his finger moving directly from her ass into her mouth. Her face reddened and only her vulnerable position and newly ingrained desire to please kept her from biting the man.

"Wet. I want it wet dick pig." Obediently, she sucked his finger, making sure to get it as wet as possible.

With a soft plopping sound he pulled his finger out of her mouth and walked back down the table. Moving quickly, he used her spit to lube up her tight ass. The girl grunted, staring into the camera lens, as he slid his finger in and out of her. Her heart was racing now, she had no idea what was happening.

What he was going to do to her.

"Ohhhhh..." A small steady moan was pulled from the girl as she felt something hard press into her tight hole. It wasn't painful, if anything it was much smaller than the tail plug she had romped around the yard in. It had an odd texture though. Bizarre. She was breathing in small hard gasps now.

Mr. Black walked to the head of the table and placed his fingertips gently on her head as he spoke.

"Have you ever heard of figging dick pig?" As he spoke, the man gently pulled the girl's hair back and tucked it behind her ear. She realized he wanted to make sure her face was not obscured, that whoever was watching her, could see the expression on her face.

James. She thought to herself.

"No sir." As she spoke she tried to wiggle her ass back and forth but could barely do so, her lateral movement restricted by the metal bar and cuffs. There was a slight burning sensation now, she could feel it growing around whatever the object the man had slid into her anus.

"It has nothing to do with figs actually. Rather it has to do with the word feaguing, the etymology of which is unknown to me." As he spoke the man picked up the apple and polished it on his sleeve. She could feel the burning growing now, and an unbearable itching as well. Her eyes widened and her hands clenched and unclenched, immobilized by the steel cuffs attached to the bar.

"Ooooooooh GOD sir. It burns sir!" Her voice was cracking as she pleaded with the man. He ignored her and continued.

"Originally the practice involved horses, dick pig. Unscrupulous vendors would lodge a piece of ginger in the poor animal and let the oils in the root seep out and cause an intense burning and itching sensation. It would really vex the animal, causing it to appear more lively and active than it actually was. Do you understand dick pig?"

"Yes SIR! GOD SIR. Please sir!" The girl was begging him now, the burning sensation so intense it was making her toes curl.

"Obviously over the years some creative mind applied the same practice to people and here we find ourselves." He leaned close as he spoke to the now red faced girl.

"I have been told it is much worse when you clench around the ginger root. I urge you to relax as much as possible." Mr. Black spoke in that same calm, maddening tone as the girl whimpered and moaned.

"Siiiiiirrrrrr..." She mewled petulantly as sweat began to dampen her brow.

Mr. Black took the apple and placed it near the girl's mouth.

"Bite it dick pig. Not completely through. I want it lodged in your piggy little mouth." As he spoke, the man pushed the apple towards the girl's gritted teeth. She groaned as the the burning sensation crept deeper inside of her, and tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she partially bit the apple, lodging the fruit in her mouth.

As she fought the urge to bite through the red orb, the realization of what was happening made her flush with shame. Here she was, trussed up on a table, apple in her mouth. A living caricature of the traditional roasted pig.

DICKPIG. She thought to herself. She had to hand it to Mr. Black, the man new how to degrade a woman.

"Mmmmmph!" She was already drooling around the sides of the apple as she fought to pull oxygen around the bulbous fruit. She struggled mightily to keep from biting through it, and it was all she could do to keep from clenching her tight hole on the ginger root. The burning sensation raged in her now, and her hands clawed wildly and ineffectively in a futile struggle for release.

Her eyes widened when she saw Mr. Black pick the paddle up off of the table.

"Pleathe thir! Pleathe! Thir Pleathe!" The panicking girl begged the man, her eyes rolling wildly as he walked out of her sight and towards the back of the table.

"Time to learn another lesson dick pig. Sometimes there is nothing you can do but take it. Life as property isn't always about punishment and reward. Sometimes it's just about being owned." As the man spoke he laid a firm stroke on the girl's upturned ass. She screamed and would have surged forward and off the table but for the spreader bar.

"FUUUUUCTH!" The naked girl's scream was raw, guttural, almost animalistic in its intensity. Her toes curled and uncurled and her fingers grasped wildly, finding no purchase in the air. The man continued to speak in the same, soothing voice and the girl tensed for another blow.

"I am going to give you fifty of these dick pig. Fifty strokes. You are going to count for me. If you drop the apple, we will start over. If you bite through the apple, we will start over. If you forget to count, we will start over. Do you understand?" The girl's eyes shut tightly and she moaned in fear and pain as she realized what was coming. Still, she was able to answer the man.

"Yeth thir!" As she babbled her answer, the man laid a stroke on her ass that sent a shock wave of pain coursing through her body. She screamed into the apple, the veins on her throat bulging with the effort.

"Oneth thir!" The girl began to count.

With a sharp crack! the man laid another stroke on the girl. This one pulled another scream of agony from her immobilized form and she began crying and shuddering from the intense pain. The burning was so intense she felt like someone had pushed a hot iron bar deep inside of her. She didn't know what was worse, the burning or the brutal paddling the man was administering.

"Tooth thir!" The girl managed to grunt the count through the haze of pain clouding her mind. Her face and neck were beet red, the thick arteries bulging with the effort it took for her to maintain her calm through the pain of the brutal strokes.

She couldn't imagine forty eight more of them.

Another blow and another tortured scream. Snot bubbles formed on her nostrils as she wildly sucked air in and out of her nose, unable to draw enough oxygen from her stoppered mouth.

"Three thir!"

Again and again Mr. Black methodically paddled the screaming crying girl. Her agonized cries echoed off of the cold kitchen walls as she suffered at the hands of the man and the seeping oils of the ginger root. The table around her mouth was a puddle of tears, drool, and gooey discharge from her nose as the girl's shuddering heaving form wailed in agony.

"Twenthy fiveth thir!" The girl screamed at the halfway point. She was in real distress now, almost delirious with the overwhelming barrage of sensations coursing through her pain wracked body. Still, Mr. Black calmly continued.

"Twenthy thix thir!"

"Twenthy theven thir!"

At the thirty eighth stroke the girl found herself once again disconnecting from the situation, her mind fleeing to a distant place while her body endured the harsh reality of the moment. The punishment proceeded quickly from that point, each blow eliciting an automatic response from the girl.

Mr. Black laid the final five blows in rapid succession, causing the girl to scream out the count quickly, one after the next.

"Thorty thix! Thorty theven! Thorty eigth! Thorty ninth! THIFTY!" The girls body was a quivering mass of flesh by the time the final blow landed. Dimly she heard Mr. Black lay the paddle on the metal surface and walk around to the head of the table. Reaching down, he pulled the apple from the girl's mouth. It was a slick with the drool, tears, and snot that had poured from the unfortunate girl's orifices. Grimacing, the man tossed the apple into the sink. It made a dull thud when it hit.

The girl was whimpering and staring into the camera. Other than her gentle mewling sounds, the room was deafeningly quiet.

"Well done dick pig. How are you feeling?"

"It hurts sir. It still burns." Her voice was calm, detached, almost serene as she answered.

"Would you like me to take it out now?" Mr. Black's tone matched the girl's, equally calm, equally collected.

"Yes sir. It burns sir."

The sound of the man's footsteps echoed in the room as he walked towards the back of the table. A small grunt escaped the girl as he pulled the root from her burning anus. She could feel her violated orifice reflexively opening and closing, spasming from the effects of the ginger oil. The air felt cool, almost cold as it wafted against her burning, itching hole.

She felt the steel manacles on the bar move and dimly realized that the man was releasing her from its steely grip. As he pulled the bar out from under her wrists and ankles, the girl allowed her knees to slide down the table until she was laying flat on her stomach. The burning itching sensation was starting to push its way back into her consciousness and she moaned with the intensity of it.

"I have something for you." As he spoke, Mr. Black showed the girl a metal butt plug. She could see the faint beads of condensation on the shiny surface. It looked cool, not cold, but cool. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Please sir. Please put it in me." The girls lips trembled as she spoke, tears running down her face as looked imploringly up at the man.

"Spread yourself then."

"Yes sir." On command the girl reached back and spread her ass cheeks. She grunted in pain as the man pushed the tapered plug slowly but firmly into her clenching and unclenching ass.

"God..." She exhaled deeply as the metal object slid into her burning hole, the cool metal providing an almost immediate relief for the twitching, quivering girl.

"What are you dick pig?" The man asked.

"Property sir. An object." The response was immediate, calm and collected.

"What can an owner do with their property?"

"Anything they want sir."

"Good answer. I see you get the point." Patting the girl gently on the head Mr. Black continued.

"Lay here and collect yourself. Someone will be here to retrieve you shortly." Without another word the man turned, and left the room.

The door shut silently behind him.

Submitted May 20, 2015 at 11:10PM by iheartpainsluts http://ift.tt/1FBnnYc BDSMerotica

The Storm that Changed it All - Part 6 (M/f; really, really long, but getting there) BDSMerotica

“Now, take this pill,” he said out of nowhere.

“No,” I replied. “I want to be taken out of this plane right now!”

He smirked. “I have to say, you’re the first woman to be sad to be leaving this island. Anyway, take this pill!”

In his hand was a white round pill. I could only imagine what it would do to me. “I already said no!” I reminded him.

“Miss Poeller, your complete submission to me is inevitable. You can resist and maybe even achieve small short term victories, but in the long run you have no chance against me.”

I believed him. He had his own island, his own country, his own plane… come to think of it, the plane wasn’t even that big of a surprise. “Okay,” I said.

“Open your mouth. Do you need water?”

I nodded.

He pulled out a bottle of cold fresh water from the refrigerator. “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed and for a second felt like a child being fed by her father. He poured the water in my mouth slowly, allowing for me to adjust my swallowing. Soon afterwards, the pill was safely in my stomach.

“Miss Poeller, you strike me a smart person. I hope you’ll change your mind,” he said. After he finished his words, I was already asleep.

When I woke up again, I was in complete darkness. I was hooded again. My mouth was free though. I was not on the plane anymore. This was a stable place. I could feel a cold wall behind my back and the ground underneath my feet. I was chained to that wall with my hands above my head and my legs spread. Apparently that was the man’s favorite position for his slaves. At least that’s how he referred to me once. Maybe it was just a joke or something. I still couldn’t believe that I was now the victim of a handsome and rich slaver. What the hell?

“Miss Poeller,” a familiar male voice said. It was him again.

For a second I was scared that he was seeing something I didn’t want him to, but then I realized I was still wearing that black robe and underwear.

“Welcome to Astoria, my country. Here’s the problem. On one hand, I’d love to keep you here and show you exactly what I can do, but on the other, I always respect my clients. After all, I’m a gentleman.”

I never knew that gentlemen tied women up and threatened them, but hey, times were changing.

“I’m giving you a unique opportunity to leave this place unscathed. I find you very smart and I know that you’ll keep your mouth shut. I’m asking for a promise. Never tell anyone and I’ll release you.”

“Only if you’ll release Kathy too,” I said.

“You’re not in position to make demands, Miss Poeller.” He stepped closer to me and pressed his body against mine. Then, he pulled down the black robe again. “Miss Poeller… Hmm… it hurts so much to see you like this and not being able to do to you what I want…”

“And what do you want to do to me?”

“A gentleman doesn’t say. But it certainly involves this beautiful body.”

I was afraid he was going to undress me, so I tried to move my body out of his reach, but I knew it was impossible. After all, I was tied up and completely helpess.

“Don’t worry Miss Poeller. I’d only undress you with your consent. That’s not to say I wouldn’t make it easier for you to agree, of course.” He was having a good time and it was pissing me off. How dare he? He’s not supposed to have fun on my behalf.

“I’m not giving you my consent!” I yelled annoyed.

“Okay. No need to shout.” He slowly pulled on my restraints and my body was going up. He was pulling me up! My feet started losing contact with the ground, until I was standing on my tiptoes.

“Ugh, it’s uncomfortable!” I said.

“I know. Just say it. Say it out loud!”

I had no idea what he wanted me to say.

“Ask me to undress you,” he said.

I couldn’t believe my ears. “You want to?”

“Only with your consent Miss Poeller. I’m waiting for it.”

Of course he was going to make me do it. Having said that, I was somewhat impressed by how confident and arrogant he was. I bet he always had everything his way. This time I was going to do everything in my power to prevent that. “No.”

“You will make this even more difficult, right? Is that what you’re trying to do? If you think I haven’t seen girls like you then you’re right, I haven’t. By far you’re the most impressive and brave woman I’ve ever met. Almost all women say yes at this point and yet you’re still resisting. But let me tell you something. I love a good challenge. If you’re trying to be one, so be it. I’ll make you give me that yes. I will.” He was completely serious. He was going to make me agree to him undressing me and god knows what else.

“Please, just let me and Kathy go!” I yelled.

“You think that’s all that it takes to beat me? To beg? No, darling. I’m way worse than that.” I could feel his body against mine again. He was whispering in my ear: “I’m a criminal, you know. I can’t afford to lose. I’ll make you cooperate.”

For the first time, I believed him. I believed that he was powerful enough to make me say yes. I was so shocked by that realization, that the word escaped my mouth without much consideration. “Yes.”

“Is that a yes I just heard?”

“Yes…”

“Okay. Let’s add one more word to it. Sir. How about that? Can you say Yes Sir?”

“Yes…Sir.” I was defeated. I hoped I prevented further torture from him by agreeing to his offer, but there was also something else, a very deeply seeded strong energy inside me. Ever since I saw this man for the first time, I somehow wanted him. The situation I found myself in made me forget or ignore these thoughts, but that never meant that they went away. They were still there.

“Now you deserve to see me,” he said and removed my blindfold. Suddenly I could see him. He was wearing black jeans, a dark blue sweater and some black shoes. Strands of his hair were covering his forehead and eyes. His eyes were fully focused on mine. The game was on.

“I just wish you could imagine what it’s like being a man, looking at someone like you right now. You look so beautiful.” He slowly pulled down my bra and could see my breasts for the first time. Judging by his looks, he wasn’t disappointed.

I was very embarrassed though. He must’ve seen women with bigger breasts. He also saw my breasts in a very uncomfortable situation.

His hands cupped my breasts gently. He moved his fingers down my breast and very gently pulled on my nipples. Not to cause pain, but to remind me what could happen if I were to disobey.

“Very good, Miss Poeller” he praised me for something Mother Nature gifted me with. “Very good.”

I was ashamed, but also aroused. This whole thing was just too intense for me. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he slowly tucked one of his fingers under my panties. He was so close to where he wanted to be. I couldn’t believe it.

“Miss Poeller, we choose this underwear to be as small as possible, but a true woman always looks best naked. I’m sure you’re aware of that,” he said. God was his tone snarky.

I knew what was coming and I wasn’t wrong. There was only one problem. I was tied up, so he couldn’t remove my panties. Instead, he pulled them to the side. Then, all hell broke loose.

Submitted December 03, 2014 at 05:00AM by KingOfAstoria http://ift.tt/1pPIvlX BDSMerotica