What Was In the Water

“Did you feel that?”

“A fish. They swim all the time you know.”

“It’s fucking dark out here. It’s frigging midnight!”

“It’s frigging hot. And look up, dimwit. It’s not dark…there’s gotta be a million stars out there.”

“I don’t care about up there. It’s dark down here. And there it is again. It touched my leg. UGH! I’m getting out of here.”

“Maybe it was a lake leech. Gonna suck your bloooood…”

“Stop it! You’re just doing that to scare me.”

“Hey, it worked.”


“Hey, how can I be a shithead AND an asshole?”

“Because you’re talented?”

“Funny. I’ll race you out to the float.”

“I am NOT swimming out that far. In the dark. In the middle of the night.”

“I’ll let you play with my cock…”

“Right. Let me. You’re almost begging me to do it. Come over here and let me…”

“C’mon, you can do it.”

*sounds of splashing as he swims away*

Fucking jerk. The water is cold. Okay, not cold, but chilly. I’m not hot anymore. And oh fuck there it is again…oh!

Something wraps around her leg, tugs her over until she falls into the water with a splash. She jumps up and opens her mouth to scream but something thick and cold and rubbery and tasting of the muck from the bottom of the lake is in her mouth almost half-down her throat and she can barely breathe and some other bit is slithering up her leg and wiggling against her pussy lips and …

why did i swim naked…choking..get out…get away from me ….ohhhhhAAAA!!!

She is impaled on something even thicker than what fills her mouth. Her hands are caught and held to her front, her body tugged forward. Her back arches as she is tugged deeper still into the water, until her head is barely above it but her body is beneath, bending forward to receive the invader of her holes.

The tight sphincter of her rectum is breached far too easily. No screams can pass the tentacle in her mouth. Horror blends with lust as she is fucked in both bottom holes. She coughs a little, almost throwing up as the thing in her mouth squirts something into her throat.

Something grabs at her nipples; they are tugged taut, held tightly. It hurts, but there is an unwelcome heat growing in her pussy. Her body shakes with the force of the fucking, and the quivers of her own orgasm. She shouldn’t be cumming, should be fighting and screaming. Another orgasm wriggles through her cunt, spasming along the thick cold length of the thing she cannot see which impales her. It writhes in response to her climax, twisting and curling restlessly within her belly. Pulses move through it, thick knots passing up and up, hurting as they press her clenching pussy wider, ever wider. Her body stiffens as it breaches her cervix, as she feels the heavy thickness begin to fill her. Her flat belly swells as it continues to pump.

Screams are held in her throat as more liquid gushed down to her tummy. She is held tightly, unable to move, unable to protest and unable to stop the steady attack on her body by the thing in the water with her.

“I made it babe, c’mon out! You can watch for shooting stars while I fuck you!”

The thing tucked her up and, still moving within her, swam her towards the floating raft. She tried to shake her head no, but the thing held tightly. It didn’t move quickly through the water, but fucked like a piston in pussy and ass. Another gushing filled her, and it paused its forward momentum. She felt it leaving her ass, leaving her pussy, and a warm drizzle of something leaking from her. Then they were at the float.  The thing was hefting her up there, the suction cups holding her nipples pulling away with a soft snook sound. The last tentacle, for surely it was a tentacle, slid from her mouth. She let out a small moan as she pulled herself to the middle of the raft.

“There you are! See? I told you! You did it!”

She didn’t make any reply, other than a soft moan as he tugged her close.

“Mmmmm, that’s a nice warm wet pussy there. I had a feeling you’d be excited to be fucked out under the stars.”

She lay staring at the stars as his cock pushed inside of her, pushing its load deep inside, making her regret the impetuous removal of her IUD this morning.



The Word (2)

She sat in the dark in her car.  The sound of crickets seemed over-loud after the engine had stopped. What now, she wondered. Her heart was pounding so hard, yet her clit was pulsing equally as hard. It was humiliating. It was also oddly erotic.

He’d followed through, followed up on that one word promise that he’d teased at all those weeks ago.


Who was he, she wondered.  Who had her husband ‘volunteered’ from his group of cronies? The voice from the stranger in the backseat startled her from her reverie.

“Get out, walk over to the door. Hands at the small of your back and you keep facing that door, you hear me?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper when she answered.

“Yes, Sir.”

Taking one last breath, she opened her door and slid out. The building was small, concrete, dark. The sound of night insects grew louder as she made her way across the short gravel drive and over to the door. Her shiver was not from the cold as she put her hands at the small of her back. A stranger was going to fuck her. A stranger was going to touch her, use her, do what he wanted to her–with her husband, her Master’s, permission.

Behind her she heard the opening and closing of the car door, the crunch of gravel underfoot. His heat was behind her, hands coming around and grabbing her tits through her cotton blouse. He made a noise of satisfaction, a hum of approval at the heft of her tits. She whimpered just a little as his fingers found her nipples and pinched. When he stopped and moved away, she was tempted to turn and look, but she didn’t quite dare.

Something slipped over her head. She could breathe, though her nose was covered. Eyes open, she could see nothing. There was a jerk around her throat, the tightening of something around it that made her whine.

A hand grabbed at the hood over the back of her head, tugging her backwards.

“Step back. I need to open the door.”

A swirl of air moved around her legs, then she was pushed forward. His hand grasped her upper arm, guiding her through. She heard a small snap as a light was turned on but she could see nothing behind the thick hood covering her eyes. She stood there, feeling stupid, confused, scared, and to her shock, extremely turned on. One word, his word, kept running through her mind, an echo of his voice in her head.

Owl.       Owl.        Owl.       Owl.

Her wrists were tugged from her waist, pulled to the front of her. Something thick was fastened around each. A moment later, they were affixed to the collar he had put around her neck. It felt strange to have her hands hanging just under her chin, useless. The zipper on her skirt was lowered. For a moment it encircled her ankles, a last tie to her vanilla day, until he had her step clear of it.

“Nice,” came the voice. The hood muffled the sound. She wasn’t sure where he was, but she knew he was looking at her. She never wore pantyhose–Master wanted access to her holes at any time — even at work — so it was always garters and stockings for her. The swat on her ass took her by surprise and she jumped. He took her arm and tugged her forward. One halting step followed by another, her feet throbbing. Those fucking shoes that she’d hoped to be quit of by now…they were sexy as fuck but boy did they kill her tootsies. His hand on her head pushed down.  Arms and belly pressed against something cool, a desk maybe, or a table, until she was laying across it, feet on the floor, her ass and pussy on full view.

He began to spank her, firm hard swats that stung. For a while he used his hands, but then she felt the unmistakable touch of a belt on her butt. It stung, wicked licks of fire on her flesh. She moaned, lifting one foot, then the other to try to ease the pain. Fingers clenched and released under her chin, her breath coming in short gasps until the tears started. Hands caressed her hot, welted bottom, cool contrast to the wicked hot stripes.

His cock entered her unexpectedly. She was so wet she wanted to fall through the floor with embarrassment but it felt too good. His cock was shorter than her husbands, but thick, each thrust piercing her, spreading her cunt wide. The head rubbed in just the right spot; pressing back, pressing into each thrust she could feel her body begin to clench, the intense itchy pressure building until she came.

“Hot fucking cunt,” he growled, fingers digging into her hips as he pumped into her. He wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t care, lost in a swirling haze of sensation. He’d taken her sight, taken her hands, and taken her pussy, and she didn’t give a flying fuck what happened next. She came again, her muscles clenching hard, squeezing the thick rod pumping into her. His groan, his fingers tightening painfully on her hips, presaged his own thundering climax. He stood a moment, panting as hard as she was, before pulling out.

She thought she heard the splatter of their cum leaking from her. She flushed with mortification, adding to the heat inside the hood. An aftershock rocked through her; legs trembling, pussy shuddering, she trembled on the top of the table, until her body relaxed. Spent, she lay limply.  Unable to prevent it, she fell asleep.

The Word (1)

I almost never serialize stories here, but this was too delicious a tale to try to cram it all into one sitting. With my deepest thanks to Ancilla ksst and that Devious Master of hers who came up with the idea in the first place. Such wonderful torments just make my brain quiver with excitement! ~nilla~


It was late.

No, it was fucking awful late. She hated when her work ran over like that. And then she’d forgotten that her car was low on gas. She’d pulled into the station, thankful it was open, hers the only car on the byway to home. She’d texted him to let him know what was going on even though he was heading out for his poker game with the guys. So she’d get home and finally be shed of these fucking killer heels, she thought as she stood pumping gas. Done, she decided to head inside the small store. A snack, or at least a soft drink to keep her mind on the road and not her empty belly would help. He didn’t approve of soda, but did allow her an occasional one. She supposed he’d be okay with it tonight.

Sliding into the car, she opened the bottle and took a swallow. Head tilted back, she almost choked when a hand came around her throat, holding her chin up.


The sibilant whisper froze her in place. It was His word.  A faint nod of her head, a softly croaked “I understand…Sir” and the hand released her throat. She heard him settling back in his seat, the soft snick of the seatbelt engaging.

“Drive,”  came the voice from the back. “I’ll direct you.”

She tried to look in the rear view mirror but it had been tilted away. She knew better than to try to adjust it. Her heart thumped so loudly it was a wonder it wasn’t audible to the man in her backseat. Turning out onto the road, she turned the car right at his order, and let her panicked mind roll back to the conversation that had brought her to this juncture. It had been months ago, and she had been certain that it was a mindfuck.

But there was a man in her backseat, belaying that idea.

They’d been washing dishes, her washing, he opting to dry. While waiting for each item to be washed, he’d pinch her tit, or slap her ass, laughing as she squirmed and shrieked and made a soapy mess everywhere.

“I’m getting wet!” she’d protested to him at one point.

“I like you wet,” he’d replied, sliding his hand between her legs and squeezing. She was undeniably hot.

“I know what else gets your little pussy all juicy,” he had said, his tone teasing but with that tone that always made her shiver, too. Rather than replying, she finished up the dishes, and made busy with wiping the sink. Before she could turn away, he pinned her there.

“I know you’re dying to know,” he said, his voice soft and on the verge of threatening. Her pussy clenched. Damn the man for knowing exactly what buttons to push. His fingers tightened on her hips, his pelvis warm against her ass.

“Someday, somewhere, I’m going to have a friend whisper a word in your ear. It will be my code word.”

Frozen in place, lust at war with fear, she listened hard to his every word.

“He’ll say the word to you and you will know that I have sent him. He will take you, bring you someplace, and have you. He’ll have access to all your holes, slut.” His voice was husky with the promise of danger. “He’ll fuck you, and suck you, and slap you around. You’ll be his playtoy until he brings you back to me. You won’t know for how long–he and I will work that out. Your only focus will be to serve.”

Her pulse rose, her breath held. A quivery shiver moved through her. As his hands came around to cup her breasts, to squeeze and mold the supple flesh, she came, hard.

He knew just how to get to her.


Later, a day or a week or more, he’d pondered the word to her. Stubbornly she’d found a reason to dismiss them all.


“Anyone kidnapping a woman might call her whore. That won’t work.”



There was a longer pause.

“Princess Poopy Pants,” he said, his tone prissy.

She laughed, blushing furiously.

“NO!” Was her quick reply. “No no and NO! Besides, that’s three words.”

He grumbled a bit, but she saw his smile.

“I have it. Owl,” He said, testing it.


“What crazed lunatic would say owl if they were robbing or abducting you? And besides, you like owls. Owl it is.”

And that, it seemed, was that, until tonight.

The Plan

There was just to much vanilla in her life. To, too much. She wondered from time to time if she even was kinky anymore. He was busy, she was busy; between the jobs, the kids, the house, how could there be time for kink anymore.

Maybe it had been a phase?

Where there was a moment she could call her own–in the bathroom at work–she’d spend a second daydreaming about scenes. They ranged from a spanking as he held her head in the toilet, to being tied immobile and his taking her fiercely. Ah, the difference between the fantasy and the reality, she mused later when she got home, unpacking groceries as the kids chased one another through the house yelling like rabid heathens. Yup, she thought, this was sure one sexual paradise right here. She was pulled away from any further fantasies as her youngest tried wedging himself between her thighs and the counter, ‘hiding’ from his sister.


It had been one of the longest weeks on record, she thought as she packed up her stuff to go home. Thankfully she remembered the salad she’d not had time to eat, and dashed into the break room to grab it from the refrigerator. On the table was Ben’s birthday cake–she’d not gotten a piece of that, either. Grabbing a paper plate, she cut a generous slice of the thick sheet cake, wrapping it in plastic wrap.  At least she wouldn’t have to cook supper tonight. Her husband had said not to worry, that he’d take care of the kids.

The house was silent when she unlocked the back door. She cocked her head, listening for the usual sounds of family. She peered back over her shoulder–yes, there was his car–so where the fuck was everyone? Tucking the salad into her fridge, and leaving the cake on the counter with her work bag, she went in search.

She found him in the television room. What caught her attention, however, was the array of things carefully set out on the coffee table. Things that she had thought had been left to gather dust on the topmost shelf of their bedroom closet. She looked at him, looked at the toys, looked back at him.

Her mouth opened but he lifted his hand to forestall her words.


Goldfish would have applauded, her mouth opened and closed so perfectly.


There it was–that indefinable tone in his voice. The one that made her toes curl, and her pussy wet, and her clit throb, and her nipples crinkle. How long had it been since she’d last heard that?

A sudden sharp click had her glancing back at him. He rose in a swift, smooth movement, the sharp gleam of silver in his hand. In the span of a heartbeat he crossed to her, grabbed her blouse, and slit the front with the knife. Another click returned the blade to the handle. Sliding the knife into his back pocket, he jerked her blouse open and down until it pooled at her wrists.

All had happened in a breath. Incapable of movement from the shock, she was unsteady, shocked. His hand lifted and slapped her cheek, hard.

“When I say ‘strip’….I mean get your fucking ass naked now.”

He didn’t yell. The sibilant whisper was all the more intimidating for it. Her fingers shook as she unzipped her slacks, loosened the button. Tugging her hands out of her ruined blouse as she kicked the pants from her ankles, she cried out as his hand found a hank of hair, and tugged it.

“Faster, slut.”

Her heart was beating a rapid pulse in her chest, her breath came in shallow gasps–and her cunt was wetter than it had been in years. One second–five seconds–eight seconds–she stood in her bra and panties, freed from her work clothing.

The dreaded snick came again. A low whimper squeezed up her throat at the cold blade slid between her tits.

He tugged her closer to him by her hair, growled into her ear.

“Not fast enough, slut.”

In a moment he’d cut through the bra, then across the straps. A sharp pull tugged the ragged remains from her, and landed on the floor beside her shirt.

“Open your legs. Wider.”

He dropped to his knees, slapping her thighs. His finger hooked in the crotch of her panties, but it was the cold slip of the blade against her inner leg that made her tremble. A quick tug separated the fabric. She was left, for a moment, with a band of silk around her hips, before that too was felled by his wicked knife.

He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, once more taking her by her hair. A sharp tug pulled her across the room. Pushing her over the arm of the couch, his hand pressed against the back of her neck.


A trail of liquid seeped down her inner thigh from her overheated pussy. Her face was buried in the cushion of the couch.  So turned on. So alive. She’d forgotten what it felt like, this euphoric feeling. The sharp slap of his belt across her raised bottom made her yelp, but her lips curved into a smile against the cushion.

He beat her hard, until that secret smile was a memory, until tears soaked the couch under her cheek, until her ass was throbbing, red hot fire, and felt like shattered ruins. It fucking hurt. His hand moved tenderly over the hot flesh. She whined at the coolness of that touch.

“Your cunt is so hot and swollen. I’m guessing you need a good fucking?”

She nodded her head, flushing at his chuckle of satisfaction.

“You’re such a slut. Whip your ass, and you turn into a sodden wet hole for me, don’t you?”

The flush of embarrassment was accompanied by a sudden rush of liquid from her pussy. His hands gripped her hips as his swollen cock slid easily inside her. She should have been embarrassed by the liquid squelching sounds as his cock slammed into her, but she wasn’t. Too consumed by the heavy-handed fucking, there was only room for satisfaction. His hand reached for her hair, yanking her head back until her back arched and her hips curled in invitation to take her deeper, harder. He held her, using her hair as reins while he  rode her.  Her body shook from the force of his body slamming hers. This was not a vanilla fuck, not by a longshot. This was her Master, fucking his whore. His cries grew more guttural, culminating in a roar as he came; she swore she could feel each pulse as his cock pumped his sex juice into her belly.

Rather than pulling out, he reached under, finding her tits, pulling her up until she was standing, back to him, his cock still buried in her cunt.  He turned, sitting on the arm of the couch, and pushed her hips away, releasing his cock. A moment later he pulled her back, impaling her.

“Fuck yourself.”

His hands rested at her waist, but she was doing the work now, her thighs trembling. How was he still hard, she wondered. She came as she worked, her cunt drooling, lubricating his cock with every rise and fall of her hips.

“I felt that,” He said, his tone menacing. “I don’t recall you asking for permission.”

“s-sor-ry s-ir” she spoke in gasps, fucking harder, faster, sliding up and down his rigid pole.

“Not good enough.”

He pushed her away. She staggered a step, catching herself before she fell. He grabbed her; they wrangled a bit, before he took her arms, holding them with one hand. Pushing her to the couch, he slapped her hip with his free hand. It only took him seconds to tie her wrists, damn them man!

The paddle was extremely painful on her already aching ass. That he’d used the one with the holes in it did not gladden her heart-that one hurt like holy fuck! Yelping and wriggling and pleading did nothing to lessen his blows. Her knees gave out, and the couch accepted both screams and tears as he beat down her thighs and to that tender place where ass and thighs met. The clatter of the paddle hitting the table didn’t stop her tears.

“I’m so fucking hard!”

His hands gripped her cheeks, pushing them apart. Her moan–was it no or resignation? The head of his cock swiped down and up and around her soaked slit, lubricating himself with her juices, before pressing firmly into her rectum. Nestled deeply in her ass, He let his fingers pinch along her sides. Giggles and squeals came from the couch cushion. So fucking ticklish–and yet it hurt too. She was pinned by his legs against hers, his cock in her bum, as his fingers tormented her.

Sliding hands to hips, he withdrew from her ass, poised for a moment on the brink of nearly being out, before slamming back into her.

“I’m taking your ass. Taking it. You’re not ‘giving’ it to me, I’m taking it.  I’m gonna fuck it hard and deep and blow a bucket of jizz into you.  You’ll have beans for dinner later–I want to watch you squirming tomorrow when you have to take a shit…”

She squealed.

“PLEASE may I cum, Master… PLEASEEEE!!”

Hands slapping her hips before gripping tightly, he growled “CUM” moments before his cock began to release his own orgasm. Panting, they rolled onto the floor together, and slept.


3:12 a.m.

The clock on the television set glowed, the only light in the room. Down the hallway was the glow from the kitchen light that she hadn’t turned off.  She ached everywhere. She was horny as a bitch in heat. And..she shook her head. Where was he? And where were the kids?

She rolled to her knees, groaning. Yup, everything still worked. She rose to her feet, moaning as her skin stretched. She smelled awful, hurt everyplace, but her body hummed too. She felt so fucking good!

Padding to the kitchen, she stopped in the doorway. He sat at the island, cup of coffee in his hand. He glanced over to her.

“You look like hell.”

“You did it.”

“I know, I do good work.”

He smiled, then curled his finger at her. Obediently she paced over to him, wincing as he grabbed one nipple and tugged her fully against him.

“Wait. Where are the kids?”

“My mom took them.”

“She did?”

He paused, kissing her mouth deeply. The bite on her bottom lip was a sharp pain that sent a bolt of lust straight to her clit. His finger continued to pinch her nipple.

“Where’d the cake come from?”

She explained.

“Ah. Good. I have plans for it. Later.”

“Hey! That’s my cake, bucco,” she said, slipping back into vanilla playful mode.

“You’ll get some of it, too, slut.” His tone admonished her, as well as the sudden sharp rolling of her nipple. She rose to her toes with a yelp.


“You’ll get some. In your cunt. I’m going to stuff it up there and take my time eating it out.”

“But the kids,” she said, her tone worried, but her knees going weak at his words.

“Didn’t I say Mom took them?”


“For the weekend.”

He grabbed her tits and pushed her across the room until she barked up against the fridge. He kissed her. Or ransacked her mouth. His fingers buried themselves in her pussy, nearly lifting her to her toes as he finger fucked her to a fast orgasm.

He held her there, then slid those fingers from her cunt.

“And…” he paused, rubbing the sweetly scented digits down her nose and over her lips before sliding them into her mouth, “she’s decided that she wants to take them every three weeks from now on. She wants to visit with them more. She also said that we’re both working too hard and that she thinks we need to have some alone time. Because she is looking for another grand-baby.”

He paused, sliding his fingers out of her mouth, then bending to bite her lip, twirling her tongue with his, tasting her in his mouth.

“I’m thinking that this is a goal to work toward…and this certainly is one way to get that done, don’t you think, slut?”

Her pussy quivered as she caught a glimpse of the plastic wrapped cake sitting on the counter. She could see it there behind him, over the curve of his arm as he pinned her to the fridge. How devious of him to mention that cake that way. How exciting to think that they would have this special playtime every few weeks. How sore and used she would be. Her whole being was smiling. She smelled herself on his fingers as he traced her lips over and over.

“Time to get to work then, Master. Can’t disappoint your mom now, can we?” Her voice was husky with lust, the smell of her hot pussy perfuming the air between them.

She sucked his fingers into her mouth. And bit.


from the bathroom, sounds of peeing

“You haven’t let me have an orgasm in over a week you know. I have a meeting downtown today and I’m all antsy. You could have let me get off last night. Now I have to go and be all “professional” while I’m thinking of you pounding me.

from the kitchen

“I forgot to set the coffee up last night. I can make you a cup of tea if you want. Or, you know,  You can just go to the coffee shop drive through and grab one on your way to work.

in the car

“Why are we going this way? I told you there was an accident on 94. I’m going to be late.”

on the phone

“I didn’t know you needed that today. You  never tell me these things–okay you did tell me and I forgot but you forgot to remind me. And you haven’t given me an orgasm in over a week, so how can I remember shit like that?”

on the phone

“Right…I totally forgot that you asked me to get the oil changed. I’m off on Thursday. Remember? No orgasms, and I forget things? Sheesh babe…”

in the car

“So I told Janeen…I know  You remember Janeen. How could you not  know her? Remember? She has that brother who did that stock market thing and…well I told you. Anyway she said that Colleen said that she’d heard…what? I am getting to the point. For chrissake, you’re such an asshole today.”

from the kitchen

“Look, it’s all I had time for. I’m sorry you don’t like grocery store pizza. Well, suck it up sunshine. I was at work today same as you.

sound of pained squeal

“Owowowow! That hurts…oh! You..NO! OUCH! Fuck. FUCK! FINE…

sounds of spanked flesh

“I’ll eat my “cardboard pizza” standing, thank you very much…”


sounds of intense moaning

“I…oh no…another…ohahmahgawd….”

shivers and shakes of orgasm

“no…no sirplease not another…please sir…i’msosorrrreeeeeeeeiiiiaaaahhh…”

sound of mewling carrying over the intense buzz of a Hitachi wand. Sound of duct tape ripping, then slapped onto flesh. sharp squeals, grunts, the squeak of a bed as a bigger body moves away. The faint rasp of ropes being pulled, the groans of a woman having another orgasm.

sound of a male voice

“This is what happens to petulant whiny subs. Enjoy your night, slut.”