The Babysitter

The job at the pizza parlor had fallen through, mostly, she supposed, because she didn’t have size 44DDD tits like the other girl who’d interviewed with her. Still, if she hadn’t gone for the interview, she might not have seen the sign outside the ladies room on the public notice board there for “Babysitting, Saturday Nights”.

She rang the bell. This was her second ‘interview’, the first having been over the phone with Mr. and Mrs. Wendell. The door opened before she could build up too many nerves. The woman who answered the door was pretty. Mid-30’s, brunette, classy up-do and great make up.

“You must be Marci, right?”

“Yes,” she replied, hoping that her nerves didn’t make her sound all squeaky, since Mrs. Wendell had a smooth, honeyed voice.

“Right this way, honey,” Mrs. W said, gesturing towards an arched doorway. “Please, call me Lou. That Mrs. Wendell makes me feel positively ancient!” She let out a tiny giggle.

“Now, Marci, honey, you have your license, right? Andy will take a copy just for safety sake, you understand.” She lead the way into and through a beautiful solarium. Marci was amazed at the size of the house. She was going to need a map!

“You’re up at the college?” At Marci’s nod, she continued.

“Studying general business, right? Well, we’ll discuss all the business end of things in a few minutes then. Just know that you’ll be well compensated…Mr. Wendell is very fair and generous with all of our employees.”

“Andy honey, Marci is here.” She called, as they went down a short run of steps into a hallway. A few doors lined the right side while on the left hung some wonderful misty art pictures.”

The hall opened into a dimly lit room. There was a flickering light ahead and she could see there was a giant-screen tv.

“Men and their tv’s, right?” Lou giggled.

“Wow,” said Marci, totally dazzled. A hand came up from behind her and she would have yelped but for the rag over her face.

“A little nap, sweetheart,” she heard as she faded into black.

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She woke, confused. The light was dim.  A cool breeze wafted across her body raising her nipples. There was something odd about it, but she felt wispy and dazed. A tingle ran from between her legs, and she realized it was a tongue, warm and wet, lapping at her open pussy.  Lifting her head, she could see the top of an updo…

“Lou?” she said, her voice a faint rasp.

“Lou is warming up your sweet cunt for me.”

The voice, deep and resonant, came from behind her. Tilting her head back, she saw a man, his face in shadows. A thick, enormous cock jutted from his belly.  It was unlike any of the other cocks she’d ever seen before. All two of them.

“I know, you’re a bit confused by all of this. We’ll help you figure it out as we go on.”

He stretched out his hand. He held a remote. With a single click the enormous screen at the front of the room turned on. A girl was there arms and legs secured spread-eagle, laying on a mattress with a woman’s head between her legs. A man stood near her head stroking his cock.

The girl was her. 

“We film all our scenes, Marci, but just for our own enjoyment. In the future, I’ll play some of your tapes so that you can appreciate what’s been happening. It’s beautiful to watch people sexing with each other, fucking and enjoying our bodies.

He moved beside her, then straddled her. The tip of the enormous dick almost touched her lips.

“I want you to meet your “baby”, the “child” you’ll be taking care of this evening. My wife and I prefer to stay in, and you’ll stay in with us.”

She wanted to shake her head no. This could not be happening. It was too far-fetched. It was stuff you read about or heard in the paper, but it wasn’t real. It wasn’t her. The girl on the screen tossed her head, and the cock rubbed her lips.

“Open for daddy. If you think about biting or using your teeth, I’ll have to put an unpleasant gag in your mouth. You won’t like it at all, but I’ll still fuck your throat.”

She had only given head once and had not enjoyed the experience. And Danny had been far less endowed.

“Yes, I know, you’re going to gag on it. That’s okay. I like when that happens. You might even puke. That’s okay too.”

He crawled higher up, until his ass was sitting on her tits.

“I can feel your nipples on my cheeks. They’re so fucking hard they feel like little cleats!”

He brushed the slightly oozing head over her lips. Fearful of the gag, she parted her mouth a small bit. It was all the invitation he needed, and he pushed firmly into her. She felt the glide of velvety-soft skin over her tongue, then gagged when he kept pressing forward, hitting her uvula and pressing onward. Her lips moved to say “no” and he moaned.

“yeah, like that little girl, fuuuuck,”

He pulled back, then eased forward again, just as his wife sucked Marci’s clit between her teeth. Her hips arched at the sensation, her mouth opened wide, and he slid hard and fast to the back of her throat.

She was torn by sensations, pain, pleasure, gagging, lack of air, panic, and the deep pull from inside her belly that presaged her orgasm.

He pulled out, slapping her cheeks with his rigid shaft.

“Good girl, I’m nice and hard now.”

He slid down her body, pushing his wife away with his ass. Her mouth became busy at his anus as his cock lined up with Marci’s cunt.

“So wet,” he sighed softly, as he began to sheath himself in her. She could hear his wife slurping until he’d moved forward too far for her lapping mouth to reach.

“Put your finger in her ass,” he directed her.

Marci watched the screen as his buttocks moved deeper into the girl spread on the floor, and the brunette rose to her knees between his legs, fishing under him. She saw the woman smile, even as she felt something pressing against her anus. Her cunt was stretched, albeit slowly, as Mr. W eased his thickness into her, and the intrusion of a finger into her bum made her eyes widen with shock.

“nooo,” she moaned, “I can’t do that…”

“Shhh,” he whispered, “Of course you can,” and he leaned down and kissed her,  sucking her moans into his mouth. “You’re so fucking delicious,” he said softly, kissing her again as she cried out.

“Three,” said his wife triumphantly.

“Good girl,” he said, “stretch her out and fuck her good with your talented fingers.” He bent forward, but rather than kissing her, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his lips.

So many sensations it was impossible to separate them all. He fucked slowly into her, slowly out, while his wife diddled her asshole. And then he bit her nipple, hard. She arched, and came, squirting.

“Goooood girl, cum all over my cock, yesssss,” he encouraged her, picking up the rhythm. “You like the pain, yes.”

His hips began to move faster, pressing himself harder and deeper into her. He’d yet to bottom out in her sweet cunny. He enjoyed the sensation of Lou’s fingers in the girls ass, the way they stroked his shaft as she wiggled and rotated them. The sweet babe was moaning and tossing her head now, between the riot in her ass, his renewed assault on her tit, and his pumping cock.

She screamed as he hit her cervix hard, then came again, harder than the first time. He didn’t give her a break or breather, just pressed through the welter of sensitivity, causing her to wimper and moan more. Her asshole ached, her nipple was throbbing from the ravages of his teeth and hands, and she was going to orgasm again.

He was pounding into her, grunting with the effort.

“FOUR,” his wife cheered, popping yet another finger into the tight confines of the girls ass.

His fingers gripped her tits as handles as he pumped furiously.

“I’m….going…to…..”

He didn’t finish, his cock draining his balls deep into her belly, string after string of salty sperm. Rolling away, he watched as Lou slipped up, and began slurping the juices from the swollen, leaking pussy he’d just abused so delightfully. He noted that Lou’s fingers were still buried in the babysitters asshole, but decided to not make an issue of it. Crawling up to her mouth, he presented her with his cock.

“Clean it up now, girl. That’s what babysitters to, and this is your baby. Until I grow one in your belly, of course. Suck it gently, that’s it.”

He began to stiffen as she moaned around his shaft. His wife was making her cum again, the naughty thing.  He pulled out, then moved to unfasten the cuffs that held their new babysitter in place.

He turned her on her belly, his wife’s tongue still darting between those puffy lips, her eyes glazed, cum on her cheeks and forehead. She was a beautiful mess already and the night was so young.

He tucked her knees up, raising her ass, then secured the ties to hold her. She was too sex-dazed to struggle, he noted. Lou had fingers in her cunt, in her ass, licking between and around both holes. The girls bottom wagged around. Trying to get away, or trying to get more, it was hard to tell.

He slapped Lou on the ass.

“Enough.”

With a pout, she pulled her hands away.

“I’m going to hurt your ass when I rape it. I will not be gentle like I was on your cunt.”

The words, rough and raw, made the girls bottom tighten, made her quiver, but only a low moan came from her lips. His cockhead slipped easily into her ass, but her moan grew louder.

“I know,” he crooned. He pounded into her, savaging her butthole. She whimpered, she moaned, and she squirted again; he felt the splash of it on his knees as he punched her back door, his cock like a battering ram against her tender flesh. It didn’t take long for her whimpers to become tears, for her to struggle so sexily against the assault. Every sound, every tear made him harder.

“Yesssss,” he groaned at last, pumping her bowels with his jizz.

He pulled away, then lay on his side beside her, chest heaving.  The only sounds were from her soft weeping, then the “fffwpt, fffwpt” of Lou’s tongue lapping at the girls ass as she scavenged for his seed.

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They walked her to the door after midnight. She was dazed, sore, drained.

“So, next Saturday, same time?” said Lou hopefully, as Andy pulled several bills from his wallet. He handed them to her. She lifted her hands.

“I can’t…that makes me….you know…a whore.”

“You are a whore. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be compensated for your time. Don’t think of it as being paid for sex…we do that for enjoyment. I’m paying you for the time you spent in our home, that’s all.”

She took the bills, and headed to her car.

“You didn’t say if you could make it next week?”

Lou’s face was tragically needy. She fingered the bills in her pocket. Babysitting, her ass. Indeed, her ass. She looked back at Lou.

“At six, right?”

Lou smiled.

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Stalled

“Sure, I can fix that right up for you.”

How she wished it wasn’t dark. Wasn’t 15 fucking degrees. Wished she wasn’t the last person to leave the parking lot at work, but working hard for that promotion meant that she’d been the last to leave work for months now. And she wished the tow guy wasn’t semi-leering at her. Or maybe that was just her imagination. She was hungry, cold, tired, and now her fucking battery was deader than the undead.

“I don’t care how much–I just need it done soon, like before I freeze to death.”

“You can go on and wait there in my truck.” He gestured to the rig pulled up nose to nose with her little white Subaru.

“You’re kidding right? The step is almost up to my middle…how on earth will I get up there?” She rolled her eyes. Men and their big fucking toys.

“I’ll give you a boost. Nice and warm up there.”

True to his word, he helped her up the step that wasn’t really almost up to her waist. She sat in the roomy cab, unable to see over the opened hood of his truck into her vehicle below. The warmth, after sitting in her frigid car, made her drowsy. It was warm enough that she unzipped her coat, then slipped it off. Her light blouse and skirt had been no match for the cold outside. Now, in here she could imagine she was basking on some warm Bahama beach. She closed her eyes, just for a moment. She didn’t sleep so much as drifted, the heat from the blower easing her shivers, until finally all of her body unclenched, warm down to her bones. Gosh, she hadn’t realized just how cold it had gotten. Opening one eye reluctantly, she blinked at the temperature number on his dashboard. She closed her eye again, fast, trying to unsee the ungodly number. Good thing he’d arrived when he had; at 7° she’d have been frozen like a tv dinner by morning. Thank goodness Cilla had insisted that she carry the number of a reliable 24-hour towing company when she learned just how late she’d been working.

“I know you’re up for the promotion–you’re giving them exactly what they want,” Cilla had said, a bit ruefully. “I’d thought maybe they’d consider me, but gosh, you’re just a workaholic like Mr. R. I’ll bet they’ll vote you in at the next board meeting…why, that’s in January, isn’t it? Anyway, here’s the number, and you keep it with you now, alright?”

The slam of metal tugged her away from the memory, then the closing of his hood echoed inside the cab. The driver’s door opened and he appeared. Older than she’d thought when she was half-frozen, eyes like flint.

“Colder than a witches tit out there,” he said, peeling off his gloves and rubbing his hands in front of the blower. He made no apologies for his rough language; she felt her cheeks pink at the word “tit”.  Geeze, she’d heard men swear before. How fucking prudish was she, blushing like a girl? He rubbed a moment more, then turned to her.

“How about we discuss the cost of this here service?”

His hands flashed out so quickly that she couldn’t even form a response other than a gasp. Fingers curled into the vee of her neckline and tore the fabric as if it were gossamer. Those big, strong hands grabbed at her bra, tugging down quickly, freeing her breasts. They filled his hands as she tried to pull back. His eyes never left hers as  those fingers kneaded the tender flesh, rough and painfully, not letting her escape.

“Oh…no…ouch…”

Gripping his wrists with her hands was stupid. It took him less than a second to capture both in one large hand, to reach into the open space of his cluttered cab and come up with a thick black cable tie. His grin was wolfish, hungry even, as he wrenched her arms behind her, all but thrusting her tits into his face.

“Eager, I know, they’re eager to be chomped on. Don’t worry little girl, I know you’ll take good care of me, since I missed fucking my date to come to your rescue.”

Her hands behind her, she could do nothing as he patted his crotch. She hadn’t noticed the thick bulge before. It was, frankly, rather frightening. It seemed…huge.

“You can’t…” she sputtered.

Unceremoniously, he knocked her back until she lay on her bound arms.  Grasping her left ankle, he knelt on the seat between her spread thighs, using his leg to press it against the back seat. She was stunned at how fast it happened-one moment sitting there warming up, the next bound and splayed and helpless to stop him. Ripping the belt from his jeans, he folded it, shook it in her face.

“Don’t give me no trouble, girlie, or you’ll get a lickin’ from my leather friend here. He loves a good smackdown, so you best behave.”

He looped the belt over her head, sliding the end through the buckle and drawing the end tight around her throat. Dear gods, was he going to strangle her? Her heart raced, her mouth emitted noises that sounded like a wounded creature. Her nipple tightened into hard nubs as the end of the belt scraped across it.

“Your titties sure are liking that belt. Maybe we’ll give ’em a taste. Later.”

Jerking up her skirt, those strong fingers made short work of ripping a gaping hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. Roughly he jerked aside the crotch of her panties and thrust several thick digits into her pussy. She groaned at the sudden assault. Then they were gone. In moments his pants were down to his knees, and he lowered his hips towards her.

“Please…” she whimpered.

“Oh, I’ll please you all right, and myself more.”

 

He was inside her cunt, one hard shove and he was buried balls deep. He let out a harsh ‘fuuuuuck’ as he lay on her; he lowered his head, dropping his mouth to her breast, sucked hard on her right tit. She didn’t know where to hurt more, the sharp tug of teeth bearing down on her tender flesh, or the enormity of his dick piercing the deepest part of her. His hips pulled up, away, before slamming down. Short and hard thrusts alternated with long, slow, filling drives. She heard the wet sucking and realized her pussy was wet, to her shock and shame.

“Fuck…your cunt is hot,” he panted, finally lifting his head from her throbbing tit. “I’m gonna cum inside of you, deep up inside of you.”

She would have moaned, would have said no, if his mouth hadn’t covered hers, fucked her tongue with his. She screamed as the last hard thrust drove his cock up against her cervix, at the shocking pain. Railed against the thought that his swimmers were being pumped right into the doorway of her womb.

He pulled out, wiping his slick cock on the crotch of her panties as he tucked them tight against her cunt.

“Gotta keep all the baby juice in there, don’t we girlie?”

He loosened the belt from her throat, slapping the end of it against her tits. She arched, crying from the hurt.

“You’ll remember this as they fade, them bruises. One nice big old hickey right there. Of course, you won’t tell nobody, because they’ll all think you were fucking the boss again in the break room. Them rumors are pretty hard to lay to rest once they get going.”

She moaned, awash in pain. Her wrists and shoulders ached from being laid on by him, by her own body weight. He tugged her up by her tits, cut the ties that had bitten into the skin of her wrists.

“Go on now, get yourself home, girlie. I’ll follow you…to make sure you’re safe and all.”

The grin scared her, as she rubbed feeling back into her lifeless hands. Leaning over her he reached to open the door. Cupping her head with one large, pussy-scented hand, he bit her lower lip.

“Til next time, girlie,” he murmured, pinching her nipple. She pulled away, scrambling across the seat, all but falling out of the truck as he sat back, stroking his semi-soft cock. In her car, which he’d left running with the heat jacked, she slammed it into reverse, and squealed across the parking lot before heading into drive, and taking off for home. His headlights followed her, stopping to watch her drive into the driveway of her little house 35 minutes from her work. Heart tripping a mad frenzy in her throat, she paused like a deer in headlights as he toot tooted when she ran up her walkway and opened her door. Once inside, she watched until he finally drove away.

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The nausea came on quickly. Rolling out of bed she thought ‘not again’ before the dry heaves caught her. Third morning in a row.

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“Thank you Daddy, yes. I’ll call you soon as I know.”

Cilla hung up the phone. Her sly smile went unnoticed by her co-workers, who were all still stunned by the sudden resignation of the woman everyone had thought was next in line for the vice-presidency. Pregnant, the rumormongers had whispered , in a company notorious for long, vicious hours. Too much for a woman who was pregnant, certainly not one who would be required to work all those long hours–not to mention maternity leave. No, the partners would definitely frown on that.

Too bad that I was the next to last person out of work that night, Cilla thought, and turned her car lights on before I left. Too bad her battery had gotten drained so quickly in the cold December air. But fucking lucky for her that Daddy owned a towing company and was hornier than an old goat. And didn’t she have eleven siblings to prove the strength of his baby-juice?

“Cilla?” Mr. Reingarden’s secretary appeared by her desk, breaking into her moment of happy reflection.

“Mr. R would like to see you.”

Her voice was calm, professional. Yet in a quiet aside not able to be overheard by anyone nearby she whispered, ‘looks like you’re in line for a promotion, Cil, but you didn’t hear that from me. Just didn’t want you to be shocked. Go get ’em! One for women’s lib, eh?”

Cilla’s smile was serene as she murmured back.

Indeed.”

 

 

Bound for Trouble

“How very vulnerable you are, little slut.”

He moves into her view, holding a thick black rubber cock.

“You let me kiss you, fondle your tits, suck and bite your nipples. You let me take off your clothing, let me tie your wrists, let me push you onto the bed, let me cuff your ankles to my spreader bar, let me rub your clit.”

He strokes a finger down her cheek, rubs it along the silver tape holding her lips silent.

“Your eyes — so expressive. The fear excites you, I can see it.”

His hand pinches one erect nipple, twisting it cruelly. The pain burns a path to her clit, makes her eyes slip shut for a moment, breathing deep against the hurt. When she opens them, he is standing by her feet, looking at her pussy.

“Your cunt is swollen, gleaming with wetness. Such a hot little slut you are.”

His hand grabs the center of the spreader, lifting it, placing the black phallus against her slit. It only takes a moment for him to thread a rope that she hadn’t known was there around her cuffed wrists, around the spreader bar. Slowly, he pulls the rope. Her legs and arms raise, until her wrists hit the headboard, and her ankles are in the air over her shoulders. The look in his eyes changes and she shivers. A fresh splash of juice spills from her pussy as excitement rises to a new level.

“Look at you, so vulnerable. So open. So ready. For what, though? For me to fuck you with this dildo, stretching your hole wide and making you cum like the whore you are? I agreed to your demand of ‘no anal’…but here you are. Vulnerable. And your ass, so white, so round, so tender.”

His hand smooths over the pale moons of her ass, the touch light and teasing.

“What pulls my attention from all that white is that little rosy-brown pucker. It winks at me, teasing me, provoking me. It is saying “you can’t touch me’…”

His finger circles the areola of her anus. Her shiver is immediate and her eyes widen. He presses the dildo into her pussy, eyes locked with hers as his other finger continues to swirl around the brown ring.

“…and that makes me want to touch it. Makes me want to stretch it, fill it. My thumb would be a nice test. To feel that muscle yield, to have the ring of it tighten, a round brown plum on my thumb.”

He laughs at his own joke, and she feels her heart quicken. She said no, absolutely no anal. She was given a safeword, but with the tape, he can’t hear her. Was she fucking insane to have trusted someone who she had met on the internet just a few months ago? Her pussy leaks more juice.

“Perhaps this lovely fat dildo should take the plunge. It’s all nice and slick from your pussy. Yes, I know, I know you’ve cum already. It’s wet and slippery, and it wouldn’t take much effort to press it deeply right into that sly winking hole back there. Stretch your bum good, make it ready. I’ll take you just this way, so I can watch your eyes as I fill your ass with my cock.”

He moves away from the bed, crosses to his bag, takes out an item. A Hitachi. OH, she thinks, unsure. She’d heard they were too much, too intense. And she’d said NO anal. Torn between fear and lust, she watches him plug the device into the wall by the bed. She swallows hard. He moves between her open thighs, positions it just so, the bulb pressing hard against her clit. He flickes the switch and her body jolts at the sensation. The big vibe slips from its position.  He shakes his head, moves away, returns with the duct tape. He fusses with the device for a few minutes, then tapes it to the inside of her thigh. A flick of the switch shows him that it’s placed perfectly against her clit, and no wiggling will dislodge it. He smiles, pats her cheek.

“I’ll let you rest here awhile with my friend, while I decide whether I’m a man of my word.”

He moves away from the bed, heads for the bathroom. He pauses before he enters, turns back to her.

“Or not.”

Overload

She wanted to fight-to kick, lashing out with small feet, flailing with her fists. Being subdued so easily, while they laughed at her? Humiliating. Humbling. Scared as fuck-all, she trembled as she felt herself carried out of the vehicle, slung over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She felt the chill of the night air despite the blanket that wrapped her snugly. The bite of the rope around her wrists burned with every twist to loosen them, the hemp raw and rough.

There was a feeling of falling, that weightless surge as she was tipped away from the shoulder buried in her gut. She braced herself, but still felt that jarring contact as her body hit. There was a squeak, a groan, from the mattress below her. Her brain took a moment to process where they had dumped her. The smell of the place made her fear escalate; dank, musty, and of old body fluids, the tang of old urine foremost.

Her wrists ached as she tried to untangle herself from her wrappings. Her head popped free. There they stood, the pair of them, watching her with leering grins. She shook her head ‘no’, but their grins remained. She could see she was in a cellar or someplace similar. The room had just this mattress, a battered desk with a bag on it, and a single bulb hanging lamp. The faint swing of the bulb threw shadows everywhere, hiding the door from her quick scan.

“Look,” she began, but the blonde man moved forward, slapping her sharply across her face.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Her cheek burned, eyes welled with tears. She tugged her arms free, wrists still cobbled tightly together, and wiped the wetness from her throbbing cheek. She’d be damned if she’d cry for them. The dark man moved forward, and began tugging away the blanket, then jerked open her blouse.

“No….” she whimpered, but was silenced again by another slap, harder than the first. His hand was huge, the palm a lighter shade than the rest of him. His hands took her wrists, and fastened them over her head to the rusty headboard. There was a big hook there, which told her they’d done this before.

She kicked, but it only took minutes for them to strip her jeans off, shred her panties, and tie her legs. Knees bent, calves pressed against thighs, heels against her buttocks, long lengths of rope wrapped round and round. Folding the remaining rope in half, the fold was forced between the cording around her legs, up and over and through, pulled tight and secured to the side of the bed frame. Her left leg was contained the same way, so she lay, her legs looking like chicken wings, and sprawled open like an overcooked Thanksgiving turkey.

“Nice cunt,” said the blonde man. The darker man merely grunted, his fingers busy tugging her bra up, freeing her tits.

“Better tits,” he replied.

The two walked over the paper bag and began extracting items. The dark man returned, the glint of silver in his hand.

“To remember us by,” he said as he climbed upon the bed, straddling her belly. Those large hands slapped at her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples as she moaned and tossed her head.

“Room’s soundproof,” the blonde spoke. “Scream all you want.”

The dark man pinched her left nipple, released it to watch it swell.  She knew something was going to happen, judging by the intent expression on his face. He grabbed her breast and stabbed the nipple. It took a second for the shock to hit, for her back to rise and try to buck him off. He fastened the safety-pin, flicking it up and down as she cried out.

“Pretty,” said the blonde man, peering down at her. He too flicked the pin. The large dark hand encircled her other breast, fingers teasing her nipple to rise. This time she was ready for the sting, the quick stab of pain. She yelled anyway.

“Oh shut the fuck up. It doesn’t hurt that much,” the dark man said, a sneer in his voice.

“How about you untie me and let me stab your nipples then?”

Honestly, she didn’t know when to shut up. She braced for the blow, but it was laughter that caused her eyes to flash open.

“She’s got a point, B-man.”

“Fuck off,” came the laughing reply.

He pressed her tits together. The blonde dropped a loop of cording over them, drawing the noose tight. It caught under the pins in her nipples, holding them close together.

“Gently, you don’t wanna rip them out of there…I got into the meat but still…”

Her tits were held together by the coil of rope around her nipples.

“If you’re a good girl, we’ll loosen that up a bit. But for now, deal.”

The throbbing ache of the piercing was made all the more intense by the noose holding her tits tightly together.   The safety-pins piercing her nipples wouldn’t allow the rope to slip off. Relaxing his hold on her tits, the dark man moved off of her to stand by the bed. He stood a minute, admiring his handiwork. She moaned as her tits, now held together only by the thin cording noose around her nipples sloped away toward her sides.

“Cruel, but exquisite,” remarked the blonde man, as he too paused to look at his friends efforts. Leaning, he plugged a white cord into the socket near the end of the bed, then moved up to sit between her splayed open thighs. A flick of his thumb turned on the huge vibe in his hands. The dark man handed him a dildo, its curved body thick and ridged.  It might have looked like a real cock except that it was a neon pink. A stream of cold, thick goo hit her pussy, and she jolted, then whimpered at the resulting bobbing of her joined tits. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of screaming, but the physical sensations were beginning to overload her. Her tits hurt like nothing she’d ever felt before, the pain shooting daggers of heat through her nipples and into her breasts.

The vibe pressed against her clit and she jolted, moaning, again. The sensation was overwhelming, that persistent buzz on her clit. It felt…good, fuck it. Pressed against her slick opening, the pink dildo paused a moment, then slid deep. She moaned, caught on the twin prongs of agony and arousal.

“When you come, when you’re slick and sloppy-wet,” the blonde one spoke in conversational tones as he held the vibe over her clit and fucked her with the dildo, “That’s when my brother here, with his big black cock, will fuck your ass.”

The dark man leaned over her, flicking her nipples painfully as he leaned close, holding her gaze.

“And when my cock is buried deep in your asshole, my bro will slide his fat white dick up in your pussy.”

“And then we’ll switch. Cum overload.”

She wished the dark plans, the dirty words didn’t make her pussy twitch. Maybe it was the dildo. Maybe it was the vibe…her body arched, her nipples puckered tightly, and her cunt convulsed.

“Show time,” whispered the dark man. Through the haze of her orgasm she heard the sound of zippers rasping. Her pussy lurched again.

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*knock* KNOCK* KNOCK*

Groggily, she raised her head.

“Courtney?” the muffled voice came from outside her car window.

“Courtney? Are you okay? Open up for fucks sake!”

Her friend Nicole kept tapping the window. Courtney blinked, shaking her head and shifting. Her body was achy, and her throat felt like sandpaper. Fumble-fingered, she pulled the keys out of the ignition, and tugged the door handle.

“Well geeze,” said Nicole, taking her arm, then flapping her free hand in front of her face. “My gawd you smell like a fuckin’ brewery!”

“I’m…fine.” She felt weird, truth be told. Her pussy and ass and breasts hurt. Her throat, her wrists…there wasn’t much of her that didn’t have some sort of ache. She walked stiffly, stretching gingerly.

“You don’t look fine, you look like you slept off your drunk in the car! Better call in sick before you get fired. Must’ve been one hell of a party.”

She thought she wanted to stick a pencil through Nicole’s tongue just to shut her up. Eventually she got up to her apartment, assuring Nic that she was fine, going to take a shower, thank you very much for waking me up, now bye. As soon as the door closed she called out sick from work. She didn’t have to act–her voice was raspy and raw. She remembered bits and pieces, then more and more as she slid off her sneakers. Of the biggest penis she’d ever seen and the taste of her own pussy juices being rammed down her throat by another monster of a cock.

She took a shower, the steaming, streaming water making her nipples ache. Her hand rose, gently caressing the tender skin there. The water gleamed off the silver of the safety pins still piercing her, each drop making her shudder in a mix of ache and pleasure.

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Hair wrapped in a towel, she padded across the living room and lifted the flyer next to her phone. She put it down, bit her lip, walked away towards the kitchen to turn on the tea-pot. With a sigh she walked back to the living room and picked up her phone.

The ringing was loud in her ears.

Information: Case number please

“c-o-u-r-t-n-e-y” she spelled out her name, “6-4-4-3-2”

Information: How may I help you, C64432?

“I–I’d like to schedule an Urban Adventure. For next weekend.” Her words came out in a rush.

Information: your history says you just returned from your most recent UA….are you certain you wish to schedule another so soon?

“I…yes.”

Information: very well, C64432, give me a moment to pull up your next Urban Adventure and tell you your requirements…”

She was smiling as she jotted notes on the yellow pad she kept in the drawer…

 

 

Tubed

She couldn’t move. Sure, she could clench and unclench her muscles, but any other movement was halted. Blindfolded she couldn’t see what held her in stasis, where she was, nor could she remember quite how she got to this place, what she’d been doing.

What had she been doing? Gym? Coming home from work? Walking downtown? It was perplexing how foggy her brain was.

In the background was the soft whirr of a fan, the stirring of air on her skin. Her nipples pearled in response. The sound of a door opening halted the muddled whirl of thoughts.

“Hello pretty.”

Footsteps moved closer, a warm hand pressed against her belly, then slid upward to cup her breast. A finger flicked her nipple. A garbled moan came from her open mouth response. She couldn’t close her mouth, she realized.

“Good girl. I think you’re ready now.”

‘Ready?” she thought, confused. ‘Ready for what?’

A cold splash against her vulva made her belly tighten, made a quick grunt of shock emit from her throat. A faint hum presaged something slick pressing between her legs, sliding over her clit, through her channel, and into her cunt. She tried to shake her head no, but that too was immobile. Her pussy accepted the tool readily enough. He pushed and pulled, fucking her slowly. Every few strokes, the vibe would be pulled free of her sucking hole and roll over her lips, her clit. The sensations were overwhelming.

“Such a greedy cunt.”

There was no way to protest his bland comment. It stung, the matter-of-fact tone as he continued his assault on her body.

“You may wonder why you can’t move. I’ve found that merely tying a woman to the bed still allows too much freedom of movement. I want my girls to be as close to immobile, and yet unharmed as possible.  I had to get a bit creative, as you’ll find out. Later.”

The bed shifted as he rose, moving away. He’d pressed the vibe inside of her, but the lube allowed it to shift, and slip free. It pressed high, right against her sensitive bulb. No amount of tightening would move the thing, and pleasure vied with the sensitive touch of pain.

Again the bed moved as he sat.

“Tsk. Naughty pussy.” The vibe was moved away, and several hard slaps fell between her legs. Again she attempted to move her head in protest, as guttural gurgles came from her splayed lips. Quickly he reinserted the dildo, the curved tip of it scraping along that sensitive spongy top of her vagina. Her hips lifted, seeing more of that sensation.

“What a greedy pussy you are. Just how I like my pretties.” His voice was filled with amusement. A loud hum filled the room, echoing around and through her. He pressed it between her legs, moving it up, down, and around that slick slit. She whimpered, trying to move away. Movement, however, was futile. But what he was doing to her–it was too much. Too intense. She tried to struggle, but could only lay there, open and vulnerable, and take what he was doing to her.

An orgasm shuddered through her. Her pussy clamped hard on the vibe inside, adding its own tremors to the sensory overload. She felt spacy, breathing hard as the quivers began to subside. The vibe was not quite touching her now, but she could hear it, feel the air move just over her pussy lips.

“You can’t move away. You can’t bend and writhe. I love to watch the struggle as my girls cope with the overload of sensation. The way your face contorts, your nipples contract, your pussy convulses. I’ll take your picture as you cum, and cum again.”

He paused, rubbing the vibe against her puffy lips, a wisp of a touch.

“There is something so primal, beautiful, evocative in the violence of your release. I will watch you cum many times today. I’ll use your mouth when I can’t stand the pressure of my cock any further, then return to your cunt. I’ll cull the pictures later, taking the best of the best to remember you by. You, pretty pussy, will remember none of this. You’ll wake in your own bed, feeling sore, used, exhausted. But you won’t remember why.”

He laughed, a soft sound almost hidden by the louder hum of the big vibrator.

She wanted to speak, to plead, to know what drug he had given her to immobilize her so completely. She felt the coil of rope on wrist and ankles. The tight binding of a collar around her throat. He pressed the head of the humming ball against her clit and she felt nothing but the shocking bolt of lust wrapped in pain.

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She woke in her bed.

Her head ached, her throat was dry. Her pussy throbbed. What? She didn’t remember coming home, only recalled leaving work, dressed for Claire’s party. Remembered  eating those lobster canapes, drinking champagne to celebrate her promotion…then nothing. She must’ve gotten totally wasted.

She sat up, groggy, hoping that whomever she’d fucked had left, and she wouldn’t have to go through that uncomfortable “morning after” dance.

The urge to pee was the only thing that made her get up. She might have lazed in bed for another hour, but her throbbing clit and aching bladder had other plans.

Stepping into her bathroom, she sat, eyes closed as she peed. Rising, she flushed, and decided to brush her teeth. Morning after mouth sucked. Looking at the mirror she recoiled.

A photograph taped there.

A woman, spread eagle on a bed.

PVC pipes covering her legs, her arms.

Mouth held open with a wire thing.

Her hand moved to her pussy, covering the sudden throb.

The erotic scene made her dizzy. And the face was unmistakable.

Hers.

Flat Tire

She was all New York Glam, waltzing into the small gas station. Her over-large sunglasses hid her eyes, but her hair, platinum blonde, was perfectly coiffed. The pimple-faced teen at the register watched her sashay into the small space, her perfume rolling over the more familiar scents of grease and oil.

“My tire is flat.”

That was about the only flat thing, Marty thought, wiping his hands on a rag as he came out of the garage area. Her ass was the kind described as “bubble butt” and his cock responded instantly. Thankfully his cover-alls hid Mr. Woody. He had a real thing for a fine ass.

“Help you, miss?”

She turned slowly, sliding her glasses down her nose with well manicured fingers, her eyes snapping.

“I said,” she began, her tone sizzling ice, “that I have a flat tire. You will attend to it, now.”

Pushing her Ray Bans back into place, she turned her back to him.

“Round here, we say please, and thank you, Miss.”

She shook her head, and Junior at the register knew she was rollin’ her eyes behind the shades. Whoopie but she was gonna be in a lick of trouble if she pissed off Marty. He was the most mild-mannered of men, most times. But stroke him the wrong way? He knew, in his gut that she was going to push. And push. And push. He could hardly wait.

“I said…”

“I heard what you said. This is a garage. You work on automobiles.”

Her words, while reasonable, were made ugly by the implied sneer in her tone. Marty was proud of this business, one he’d taken over from his daddy when he was all but 19. He’d made a go of it, too, no small accomplishment in this day and age.

“So go out there and fix my flat tire.”

“Seems to me that you’re at a bit of a disadvantage. If I decline to ‘help’ you, you’ll have to find another mechanic. Not another one ’round these parts for…oh, about 80 miles or so.”

“I can call my triple a,” she began. Pimple kid pointed over his shoulder where the emblem hung on the wall.

“You can’t deny me service.”

“Oh, little lady, I can indeed. My garage, my rules. I don’t make so much on their dole that I’d lose much by ignoring one call.”

“You’re an imbecile. And rude.”

She whirled, jabbing her finger into his chest.

He snapped. Tugging the greasy rag from his pocket that he’d used to wipe his hands, he grabbed her wrist and shoved the rag in as she opened her mouth to yelp. Swinging her around, he caught the other wrist, and steered her into the garage.

“All right Miss High Horse. You’ll get your ‘service’. Junior, pull her car into bay 2, close the door, and turn down the lights. We just closed early. Then come on back and help me show our ‘guest’ some manners.”

Junior leapt from behind the counter, fishing in her pocket for the keys as she struggled, pathetic whimpers coming from behind the cloth the boss had shoved deep behind her ruby lips. With great daring, he grabbed her tits, great huge knockers, and squeezed, before grabbing the keys and running for the yard.

In seconds, the sound of a fine motor hummed to life. The kid drove the car into the second bay, the sound a lumbering thud typical of a car rolling on a flat. She was ushered to the back of the garage even as the bay doors began their creaking descent. The bell on the door jangled as Junior wrangled it closed, locked it, and flipped the OPEN sign over, slashing at the light switch in his haste, once, twice, until he pushed it off at last, plunging the storefront into near darkness, lit only by the Interstate Battery sign on the back wall.

By the time he got back to the garage, the woman had her skirt pulled up, her hands secured to the motor block of the old Ford that Marty had been rebuilding, and Marty’s hands were moving over the perfect moons of her ass.

The slap, when it came, echoed around the cinderblock walls.

“Time to spank some manners into your fine ass.”

Juniors cock rushed to life. The feel of the tits lingered on his hands, the sight of the bare ass, panties at mid-thigh, stockings held up by garters….mah gawd, garters. He’d only seen the like in girly magazines, or porn sites online. There was a big red handprint appearing on her white ass.

“Marty,” he groaned.

“Geezuz, kid. Fine, do it.”

Marty stepped aside, and in seconds Junior held his long thin penis in his hand, pumping it slowly as he moved towards the holy grail. Her slit was right there her cuntlips were fat and juicy. He pressed his cockhead against them and she grunted, shifting her hips trying to move away.

“Ya gotta take her in hand, boy. Hold her steady and fuck. Don’t let her control your cock, boy. Men take.”

His hands almost shaking, Junior grabbed her hips. She wriggled.

“Stay still, cunt.”

The word was foreign–at least to say to a woman– so dirty that he felt cum drip from the slit of his shaft. With a moan, his fingers dug into her thin hips, and he bucked forward, sliding into her pussy hole. Though she tried to yell, it was muffled. With vigor, he plunged and withdrew until he felt the tightening in his balls that presaged the splatter of his cum inside her.

He pulled out, depleted. Cum oozed from her cunt. He always did have a lot of it.  He liked the way it pearled at the entry hole, then slipped down over the folds.

“Done?”

Nodding, he stepped away, folding his cock back into his boxers. Marty stepped to the side of the woman, fisting his fingers into her hair, tugging her head, making her back arch. It looked for all the world as though she was presenting her ass to them. It looked fucking hot.

“Take my cell phone and get pictures of her dripping cunt and her ass. If she’s a good girl, they’ll stay in my phone and not get posted to a porn meeting site, with her name, phone number and address.”

She made a noise in her throat.

“Yes, I know you’ll be a good girl. You city sluts are the worst. But you learn quick, I’ll give you that.”

There was the mechanical whirr that the phone made while taking pictures. One, two, seven, ten.

“Now a picture of her license, Junior.”

Another click.

“Yup that shows her address. I’ll bet her cell’s in her purse. Let’s just jot that number down, too.”

She tried to toss her head, to kick her feet. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back further.

“Got it, boss.”

Marty’s cock was so hard that it ached. He was going to hold off as long as he could–it’d been a long while since he’d seen so fine an ass…and he was gonna enjoy it to the max.

He took a pair of chains, used to hoist engines, and wrapped an end of each around her ankles, securing it with a zip strip through each thick loop. The other ends he fastened to the lolly columns that supported the garage roof. Her legs were spread, her ass poking up, her head muffled.

Finger swiping over the plump wetness of her pussy, he smeared the wet goo along her asshole. He debated about pushing his finger up there, to loosen her up a bit. But he loved, adored, craved that feeling when the tight ring was breached, the desperate grab around his shaft as he made entry. His cock pulsed. ‘Down boy,’ he thought, ‘just relax…you’ll get your turn.’

Taking up a drive belt, he swished it through the air a few times. It made a satisfying swish. He struck her ass. She yelled, loudly. Though the sound was greatly reduced by the filthy rag in her mouth it was a satisfying noise.

“Manners.”

Slap, slap, slap.

“Are.”

This stroke was hard, hitting along her lower back and into the deep crevasse of her split-tail.

“Very.”

Slap along the top of one thigh, the other. She tried to dance, to wriggle away–the chains held her fast.

“Fucking.”

Fore-and back arm strokes, slashing along the round orbs of her buttock. Red welts had blossomed wherever the rubber belt had landed.

“Important.”

These last strikes were hard, unforgiving.

She shrieked, her entire body stiffening as the pain penetrated, then went limp. He busied himself with putting the belt back on the workbench until she regained consciousness. There was a certain gratuitousness to her fainting. Message received, boom.

“She’s not…dead…is she?”

He’d almost forgotten that Junior was there.

“Nope, just fainted. Those rubber belts hurt like fuck-all. She won’t forget this beating for a while. Seems her daddy did her no good by goin’ easy on her ass as a kid. Spoiled skank.

“I’m gettin’ hard again.”

“Well, Mr. Speed Dick, you’re gonna have to wait. Later you can titty fuck her, you’ll enjoy that.”

“Titty fuck? You mean that’s a real thing?”

Dry laughter filled the room.

“Kid, you have no fuckin’ idea what there is out there. The world is a fucking kinky place.”

Goldilocks had stirred. He moved over to the car, fished the cloth out of her mouth.

“You can scream all you want, slut. No one around to hear you. Dark out now, hardly no one goes out this road on a Tuesday night. And oh, but golly I want to hear your voice when my cock slides inside your asshole.”

Her words spilled out, including ‘please, please please no’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘let me go’…all the usual things one might expect. His hands stroked along her glowing ass, smacking now and again when her blatting annoyed him. He unzipped the front of his coveralls, and released Mr. Big. He wanted to strut to where she could see what was gonna breach her, but he figured surprise was just as much fun.

He pressed.

She resisted.

He felt her clenching, the tightening of her buns. He imagined she did those videos like his wife did, ass of steel and such, but it wouldn’t stop him, any more than it did when Edna tried. Course, that was all in the game he and Edna played…she came like a New York fire boat when he fucked her backdoor. He imagined that Miss High Horse’s butthole was small and tight, being as her ass wasn’t all that big to begin with. He peered down, saw the tiny pink pucker. Yup. It was small, alright. He smiled to himself.

Pushing the head of his cock against that little butt-wink, his fingers pulled her cheeks apart, until her resisting, clenching butthole began to spread.

She cried out when the enormous head pressed through her tight anal ring.

She cried as the long thick shaft slid oh-so-slowly deep into her bowels.

She wailed as he pulled out and slammed back in.

“Say it.”

He pulled away, then plunged inside.

Her shriek was followed by her gasp.

“Say it.”

He stroked impossibly deeper, rough and mean.  He was the barnyard dog, proving to the bitch who was boss.

Her ass quivered under the onslaught of the fat mean dick in her bunghole. In and out,  he sawed his way into her guts.

“PLEASE!!” She screamed, her anus throbbing. She imagined blood. She imagined tearing, and irreparable harm to her rectum. It  hurt. It fucking hurt, the bloody fucking asshole bastard!

“Again!”

“PLEASE!” she hollered.

“Please what?”

His tone was silky, husky, with a grunt at the end as he sheathed himself. She swore she felt the slap of his fat balls on her pussy, her clit trembling from the repeated blows of his sac on it.

“Please…ungh…oh…oh fuck…please…”

He sped up, pulling just half-way out now, his hips working hard and fast, a human piston plunging into the tight hot tunnel. Sweat popped on his forehead, his palms, making his grip on her hips slip. His nails dug into her flesh, half-moons of grease left on her skin.

“….change my tire…please…”

“Sir.”

“Sir.”

Her words came quickly, until she groaned, her nipples pearling tight as her cunt clenched. A stream of girl cum spurted between her splayed legs, landing with an audible spatter.

“She fucking pissed!”

“Squirted. Seems our Miss High Horse is a squirter who likes her asshole plunged by a nice hard cock.”

“Nooooo”

Her ‘no’ faded off as she came again. He felt the laxness as she passed out. No matter. His cock spurted once, twice, releasing his own juice into her bowels. She’d shit cum for a week, he thought with a chuckle.

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She woke up, spread eagle on the floor, naked. Her tits were squeezed between Juniors hands, his cock plunging in the tight tunnel he’d created. Her eyes opened as jets of cum landed on her face, her mouth, her nose. Her eye stung as one fat wad landed dead on her baby blue.

“owwww!” she yelped, but he just crouched there, smiling that vapid smile.

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Her cell rang as she was tooling down the road. It was Linda, of course.

“Hi hon, sorry I’m going to be late. Yes. I know. I had a flat in East Bumfuck.”

She winced at the truth in those words.

“No, I had to get the owner to open up and change my tire. No, I’m fine, just took some time I hadn’t planned on. I’ll be there in a few hours. Sure thing. Toodles.”

She shifted in her seat, trying to adjust the thing he’d duct taped into her ass as a reminder. He’d put the tape over her pussy fur, so it would hurt like fuck to take off. She winced. She didn’t know what it was in her asshole, but it was big. Not as big as that mammoth cock of his. She frowned. Fucking asshole, treating her that way.

She’d be stopping by for an oil change next week.

The Urinal

“turn your pretty head here…”

“Yeah, c’mon girl…”

Her mouth was held open by a spider gag, her hands tied to each side of a urinal pipe. She turned her head as far away from the men mocking her as she could. The sharp acrid tang of urine filled her nostrils, making her want to gag. A male laugh, some jostling, and then the sudden stream of hot piss spraying on her tits. The ‘wife-beater” white tank shirt clung to her, her dark nipples clearly showing beneath the thin white cotton. It was one of his, the fit somewhat baggy, the scoop neck riding low, giving the crowd a generous view of her full breasts. The piss dampening the front did the rest.

Her jeans absorbed the run off, the cold bite of the concrete floor amplified by the cooling wet mess. The noisy bar was filled with people, male people, who had to piss.

Often.

Two, three at a time, aiming for her open mouth. A few scored a shot or two before she would flinch away, trying not to swallow. A small pool of vomit beside her betrayed where she’d failed in that regard, and the resulting emptying of her tummy.

This was her punishment. This was what became of slut-slaves who back talked their owners, who refused to do the chores set for them, but mostly, for arguing.

Loudly.

Firmly.

Or what He called

being pissy.

“Let the punishment fit the crime.”

Another stream of pee hit her hair, dribbled into her ear, interrupting her thoughts. It was going to be a very long time until closing.

 

 

Anything (A tale in 3 Parts) Middle

“uff”

She grunted as his cock slammed into her pussy. He had just picked her up from her apartment, tugged her into the taxi, and bent her over the seat. In seconds he was fucking her.

“You’ll–give–the—driver—a — blowjob–later.” Each word was a thrust of his cock into her hole. She’d been nervous, but wet, thankfully. Each shove of his dick into her body had made her wetter.

She felt an orgasm building, but he came, fast, filling her with his spunk, then pulled out. She couldn’t stop the moan of disappointment.

“Fuck toy, you don’t get to cum unless we fuck a lot longer or I decide to let you. Now bend over here and clean up my cock.”

She cleaned him as his hands moved through her hair, occasionally tugging it, pulling her mouth away from his shaft, making her “work for it, cunt” but eventually she was finished. His load was oozing from her cunt, her panties doing little to absorb the wetness from her unfulfilled need and his load.

“Take off your shirt and bra. You can’t sit on the man’s seat and get your shit all over it.”

They were in traffic and he wanted her topless? Her lips formed the “b” for “but”. He looked at her, expecting her to argue. Instead, she mouthed the word “bastard” and stripped. He grinned at her.

“You’re going to be fun.”

She wasn’t sure why that filled her with trepidation as well as an intense longing. The two emotions had been at war within her over the last several weeks as she had waited for his call.

She tried not to notice the stares of people as they worked their way out of downtown, oogling her tits as she sat on her shirt. She felt his cum soaking into it as it drained from her, and the sullen pulsing of her own unfinished needs.

Then again, all of this was part and parcel of a bigger need.

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They pulled up in front of a brownstone at the outskirts of town. The driver left the front and came to the back, and she was suddenly the filling in a man sandwich, squeezed between their larger frames.

“You know what to do, slut.”

His voice carried a hint of menace to it.  The cabbie leaned back in the seat and put his hands behind his head, watching them.  Her mouth opened, closed.

The agreement lay between them-her promise to do whatever he wanted for the full weekend burned in her mind. She didn’t have an inkling that this was one of the things. She guessed she didn’t know as much about this kink thing as she thought. She’d imagined being bossed around and tied up and stuff while fucking, but never this whole loss of self-control. It made her tremble. With lust or fear she wasn’t sure. Maybe both. Simultaneously.

And didn’t that do something seriously delicious to her empty cunt?

She bent over, unzipping the cabbies jeans, and fishing for his cock.

“Put your knee up on the seat and spread yourself. Lift your ass up. Jesus your cunt is dripping, and it isn’t just my cum, you whore. Your pussy is begging me to fuck it again, isn’t it?”

He kept up the stream of humiliating dirty talk as she sucked the flaccid dick into her mouth, as she worked him to hardness. His hands pressed onto her head, his posture much less nonchalant than it had been when she started. Her Master’s hands moved over her ass, his fingers tugging her pussy lips, circling her clit, and tormenting her. She needed to cum so badly.  Yet every time she came close he pulled back, letting her ease down. Her attention was constantly split between the cock in her mouth and His hands on her core.

The cabbies dick wasn’t huge, but when he pushed her head down his shaft, the head hit her gag zone, and she’d cough, trying to pull away, then moan from the tug of his fingers now wrapping in her hair.

“Yeah baby yeah daddy likes it just like that moan on my cock you cocksucker swallow my foam you cunt take it deep yes yes yessssssssss”

She tasted the salty release of him into the deep recesses of her throat and swallowed, at the exact moment that her Master shoved two fingers into her asshole.

She shrieked, choked on cum, then whimpered. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. And it was good too. She wiggled, though whether to dislodge him, or drive him deeper she didn’t know. She was assaulted with feelings and sensations she’d never felt before.

His fingers pinched her clit while circling through her rectum.

“Cum now.”

The words were implacable, yet demanding. As if her body already understood obedience to him, her belly clenched and writhed. It was empty, clamping down where his cock had been, its memory traced along the grasping muscles. fuck meee  her cunt screamed, even as another spasm made her back arch. Her head released from the cabbies crotch, a guttural moan wrung from her aching lips.

His fingers left her ass. She half-knelt on the backseat, watching as he wiped the small residue of shit off his fingers with her shirt. Ew. And how embarrassing that he held eye contact with her while he did it, a strange smile playing across his face. He was enjoying humiliating her.

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He pulled her up the steps to the brownstone by her nipple. She held her shit-and-cum smeared shirt in her hands, her skirt bunched over one hip. For all intents and purposes she was almost naked.

Sliding a key into the door, he pushed through it, tugging her along. The house was beautiful inside, but he didn’t give her time to look around. He led her straight through to the kitchen.

“I’m hungry. Fix me some eggs.”

He turned and left the room. Her mouth opened and closed, her protest snuffed as he didn’t even look back. Why, that arrogant bastard. She turned, looking for a place to leave her gross blouse and bra. Opening a door, she found a small laundry area. She dropped her soiled clothing into the washer.  Pausing a moment, she thought, ‘what the hell’ and threw her skirt and panties in too. So, he thought he’d fuck with her head? She’d show him. With a smirk, she flicked on the machine, then headed out to the kitchen.

Washing up, she set about preparing his eggs. When he returned to the room 15 minutes later, she had the breakfast bar set, a mug of coffee steaming beside the plate, stacked with fluffy eggs, buttered toast, and an insouciant grin on her face.

“Big guy like you will need lots of energy this weekend. I’m gonna wear you to a nubbin.”

Bold words, considering she was standing there naked, she thought. Still, she was as excited as she’d ever been. Maybe some of her pounding heart was from nerves. But some was from pure sexual overdrive.

He grinned back.

“You’re one sassy-assed slut.  Sit and eat some of this. You’ll need it.”

She moved to sit across from him, but he gestured her to his side.

“Straddle my leg. No, this way.”

He poked her shoulder, turning her to face him.

“I’ve decided I’ll feed you.”

She noted that he’d changed to shorts. She eased her thighs to each side of his massive one. His fingers found her nipples again, tugging her closer to him. Her nips were aching, but in a way that sent daggers of sensation to her clit.

“Rub that wet pussy on my leg.” His voice was a low murmur. Up on her tiptoes, her cunt pressed against his thigh, she felt the roughness of his flesh against her sensitive folds.

“open”

Like a baby bird, she thought, as she opened her lips to his fingers. He slid a bit of egg onto her tongue, fucking her mouth with the digit. She moaned, swallowed. Again he slid a fingerload of food into her, tracing the inside of her mouth, pressing her tongue, pinching her lip.

“keep rubbing your cunt on me”

Shifting her hips, she took the food he fed her, as he alternated between her mouth and her breasts with his touch. She was so turned on she could feel the wetness slicking his thigh. Eyes half-closed, she was so close.

“enough.”

He pushed her off his leg unceremoniously. Landing on the floor, he kept her there by putting his feet on her, and eating the rest of his breakfast.

“Suck my toe” He said around a mouthful of toast, pressing his foot against her face.

“Eww” she muttered. It was soft, but Mr. Eagle Ears heard it, and mashed her tit under his heel. Whimpers became moans became yelps. It fucking hurt!

“Are you ready to suck?”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Patently false enthusiasm oozed from her. Just get his fucking heel off her tit!

“You’re a feisty piece of ass,” he laughed, shoving his toe into her mouth.

She sucked.

He sucked more.

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She hung from some sort of contraption in the cellar. His play room, he called it. Soundproofed so he could enjoy her screams. Hadn’t that simple statement given rise to a flurry of goosebumps along her arms?

And then he’d moved quickly, hooking her to a series of hanging chains. Her toes barely touched the floor, arching her feet. She could stand flat-footed but that pulled the clamps on her nipples intensely. He called it ‘predicament bondage’.

He’d sat for a while–time had no meaning to her just now– watching her alternate between sore feet and throbbing nipples. When he rose, catlike, she’d felt a sense of relief. Yet, he’d crossed to a cabinet, rather than to release her. Her nipples ached like fire was licking up the round orbs of her tits, burning into her, through her. She’d never experienced this sort of pain, never experienced the sensations of want/need/hate/fear/yearning that each took its turn through her mind.

“Don’t suffer in silence. I like hearing your mewling.”

He hit her ass with something.

“Crop. Nasty little fucker.”

He swatted her again, hitting her hip. He was circling her, watching her body, her face, her eyes. When he hit her nipple she screamed.  Tears flooded her eyes.

“Let it go.”

He swatted the same nipple, harder. She howled. Her ass took the next blow, this one the hardest yet, and she rose to her toes, trying to move away. Her nipples really didn’t like that, and she cried out again from the self-inflicted pain.

Hands found her hips.

“You’re such a fucking whore. I’m going to fuck you from behind, make it rough the way you want it. It’s going to hurt your tits if you move too much. You’re going to move too much coz you’re gonna like it.”

His cock was in her, pounding up into her belly. Her nipples were burning points of fire as she pushed back into the plundering shaft, moaning in pleasure, whimpering in pain.

It was wicked. It was intense.

She woke slowly, laying on the floor.

“What a cunt.”

He stood staring down at her. Her breasts hurt. She felt her nipple, making sure it was still attached. He dropped something on her belly.

“Do yourself.”

He wanted to watch her masturbate after the most intense orgasm of her life.

His foot thudded on her hip.

“Now, or else.”

She didn’t want to find out what his sadistic mind would consider an appropriate “or else”. She slid the dildo between her legs, using one hand to part her swollen lips apart. Soaked and slippery, she glided the fat fake cock through the wetness before pressing it slowly into her cunt.

“Faster. Fuck it fast or I’ll ‘help’ you.”

Her eyes widened. She did not want his help. He dropped to the floor. “You lose.”

His hand closed over hers, shoving the rubber dick into her.

“OOohhh..”

Too much too fast, he began pummeling her pussy with the thing.

“Want to see you cum all over this fuck stick,” he growled, beating her cunt with the dildo. His hand closed painfully over hers; she couldn’t move it away if she wanted to. She came apart, it seemed, her molecules separating,  the electrons and atoms unbound as she exploded. Her back arched, her toes and fingers clenched as the orgasm blew through her body. Even her hair had sensation, blown wildly in the orgasmic wind from the ecstatic release.

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When she woke this time, it was to the feeling of needing to shit. She tried to move.

“Awake at last.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

He shook his head, eyes gleaming at her.

“That dildo is up your shitter. Taped into your ass so it won’t get squeezed out when my buddies get here to fuck you. You’ll thank me for stretching it while you were out, because one of my friends has a dick like a fucking baseball bat.”

He moved to the bed, stroking her hair.

“You’re one hot fuck.”

He slid something from behind him. The sly fucker. The spider gag, for she’d seen them in some porn video’s, wedged her mouth open. He lifted her head, fastening it tight.

“You look even better now. Ready. Open. A total whore. We’re going to have such fun. I’m not sure you will–but my friends and I will make full use of you.”

He slid a dildo into her pussy. A flick of a switch made her whimper. The vibe played along her over-sensitive nerves.

“This’ll keep you juicy.”

A light flashed on the opposite wall, a quick glint of red. His grin turned feral. He pointed at the light.

“Doorbell alert. They’re he-ee-re… And won’t we have a fine fucking time?! All my buddies will have a chance to do you.”

His mocking laughter filled the room as the door closed behind him with a thunk. She tugged at the thick leather restraints that held her to the bed, a sudden surge of panic running through her.

She didn’t think she could do this.

It appeared that she no longer had a choice–she was about to be “done”.

Whoremones

“a little pinch now, that’s a good girl, yeah it hurts.”

“Big fuckin’ needle there, Bill.”

“Ahya, kinda has to be. Gotta get the whole dose in. Watch. Watch her titties.”

“Geezuz. Is…are…they look like they’re swelling…my gawd.”

**she moans, deep and low in her throat**

“You said it would be quick but geeze. I had no idea.”

“That’s why the dose is big. Not as much as the guernseys’ get, of course, but we’ve found it works equally well on gals.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen her tits that big, even when tied up with rope.”

‘Put your hands on ’em. They’ll be hot as the milk gets released. Turbo charged her hormones. You can fuck her, and she’ll be insatiable. We’ll all fuck her, ‘course. Standard part of the fee…”

“Yes, I remember. You had me sign the paper. When do we start?”

**there is a sound of a zipper going down, fast**

‘Now’s as good a time as any, right?”

The man takes the woman by the hips. She is bent at the waist, forming  a 90° angle. Her arms are tied behind her, secured to the beam above her, creating another angle. Her eyes are half-closed as she assimilates what is happening within her body. She is pink with arousal, her visibly swelling tits are hard and glistening with sweat. Her nipples are deep red, and a thin liquid drips slowly, drop by drop onto the ground between her spread legs. They are tied apart to each side of a stall door. She smells of sex, as her cunt drips in the same way her tits do. A steady low moan comes from her mouth. The men ignore her except to touch her swelling tits, and dripping pussy.

The farmer’s cock is long and slender, and slides easily inside her. IN moment’s he has come, as his need has grown throughout the preparations.

His two sons wander into the barn, cocks already drawn. The eldest moves to her mouth, while the younger brother slides into her dripping pussy. It doesn’t phase him at all that his father has just blown a wad into the hot dark hole.

The woman grunts, is silenced as the fat cock of the eldest is shoved into her hole. He fucks it like a second cunt, and she is bumped forward and back by the two younger men.

Drool and tears leak from her face, her tits are enormously swollen now, and the fluid has turned milky. Her cunt clutches at the young cock inside, as if trying to suck his juices. It is apparent that she is cumming continuously, as long streams of pussy juice have made silvery-white streaks along her inner thighs.

The farmer, recovered now, fastens a giant cup around one tit, then the other. A slender piece of tubing at the end of each cup makes it apparent that this is a human-sized milking machine. He flips a switch and a motor humms to life. She screams around the shaft in her mouth as her tits are sucked into the cups with immense suction pressure. The milk is squeezed from her tits, the white fluid flowing through the tubing and into a collection bin across the stall, as an assistant comes up behind her, fingering her ass.  The younger brother humps harder, trying to finish, knowing that the assistant wants her asshole. If he doesn’t cum soon, he’ll be pushed to the side.

Before he can cum, the farmhand hip-checks him out of the way. He doesn’t care that the farmer is there watching him dominate his kid. He wants only to fuck the round ass. Farmer says pheromones are to blame, everyone gets randy when a gal comes in for whore-mone treatments. The boy goes and waits beside his brother as he shoots into the girls belly. His cock is wet, and has lost some hardness over the exchange with the farm-hand.

The farm-hand doesn’t give a fuck. His thumbs grab some wetness from her streaming pussy, then jab into her rectum. She jolts, but returns to moaning around the cock in her mouth. The suctioning of her tits holds her attention. At least until his cock pierces through the tight ring of her rosebud. Her mouth opens on a silent scream, her throat gagged by the elder son’s pulsing pole. She chokes, coughs, cries out at the large baton filling her asspipe. His cock has been compared to a baseball bat by whores in the past. It was true, the head of his gleaming black johnson was a huge purple knot, the shaft heavily veined. The slight upward curve of his dick had made him a college favorite fuck, always managing to please his fuck partners with his g-spot hitting cock, even while stretching their tight pussies painfully. It was a win-win to a guy who didn’t mind passing out hurt with pleasure.

He fucked the whore’s  ass quickly. Her body shook and quivered from the drugs, her tits sucked efficiently by the machine, her mouth barely filled by the little runt’s cock. His long fingers dug into her hips as he pummelled her butt, sliding in and out at a rapid pace. The machine hummed and bummped along, the wet sucking sounds making his balls grow heavy with the need to fuck, to fuck hard and deep.

“He’s gonna fuck up her asshole…”

“nah, it’ll go back to normal in a while. hurt when she sits, but she’ll deal, right? not like you don’t like to fuck her bumhole right? That’s why she’s got three holes, for variety. A wet one, a tight one, and one right between. “

“Suppose so. I get half the milk right?”

ahya, she’s about done now. see the tits are starting to shrink now? few more minutes we’ll take off the machine. Let the boys finish up first. She’s a good lil fuck. Sweet lil cow-girl.”

**the sound of sucking, of male laughter, and moans fill the stall**

(raw and dirty. not proofed. just needed to get this out onto cyberpaper. phew ~n~)

Carnie Carnality

“Step right up, lay-dees and gennlemen… every fantasy come true! Hur-ry, hur-ry, hur-ry… why hello there little lady.”

He was suave and handsome and had calculating eyes.  The garish sign behind his booth at the entrance of the tent said “$20.00 for the show of your life!”

She hated carnivals. Yet somehow her friends had convinced her to come with them. Their cries of “it’ll be fun,” and “c’mon–don’t be a spoil-sport” had driven her to acquiesce. Having boys for friends was sometimes fun, and sometimes a pain. She’d seen countless drag racing shows, blood n guts movies, and now this. To punish them for being such jerk-offs, she’d decided to wear her tightest and shortest shorts, and her new halter top. Tied and the neck and mid-back, plunging low in front, all three buddies had stood there, gap-mouthed. She never dressed girlie when they were hanging, always in jeans and tees. They knew she had tits, they’d joked about it often enough, that she was the only ‘guy friend’ they knew with jugs, but now they had empirical proof.

She’d stood, hip-shot, and wolf whistled at them, which had devolved into mock wrestling, jostling, and one sly titty squeeze as they melee’d in the hallway.

Where exactly the three guys had gone off to was a mystery, and here she was standing here, being oogled by a carnie with hungry wolf eyes.

His voice dropped low, speaking only to her.

“For you, sweet cheeks, $10 bucks….but only coz  you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen all day.”

With a reluctant sigh, she passed him the ten, trying to ignore his attempt to peer into her cleavage as she passed. Guys were pigs.

Inside the dimly lit tent, were rows of folding chairs in a circle around a stage. A tired-looking “showgirl” stood just inside the door, passing out masks. She was also wearing one, with pretty feathers around the forehead and temples.

“Put it on dear, it helps with the show.” The one she was handed was just plain black, however.

There were maybe twenty or so people already seated, and she figured she’d sit in the back, at first.

“Nah, they’re trying to get people to sit down front, hun,” said a masked man, who was obviously an usher. He pushed her towards the front. She plodded down there, feeling very put out with her friends.

The dim lights went out, blinked on brightly, making the small crowd moan, then burst into a colorful dazzing show, whirling around the room like a kaleidoscope gone mad. Music thrummed through speakers, drowning out all other sounds. It was tribal, heavy on the drums. She felt the pulse, pulse, pulse of it through the seat of her chair, like a vibe set on low. It made her very tight shorts dig against her pussy as she shifted in her seat. Twisting only pushed the thick seam up against her clit, and she almost moaned aloud at the sudden shocking arousal she felt.  ‘Guess who needs some vibe ‘n porn time,’ she thought to herself, shifting again.

“BEHOLD!”

The voice was over amplified, and made her want to clap her hands over her ears.

“YOUR EVERY FANTASY COME TO LIFE!”

With a rousing cymbal crash, the lights went dark, then bright, then off.

She sat blinking behind the mask. OMFG, really? She was upset that she’d paid $10 for this rot.

Another cymbal crash and a rush of air and a single beam of light on center stage – and there he stood. Clad in black, from top hat to shined shoes, and clad in a long, floor sweeping cape, the ringmaster glared around the room.

There was a magnetism about the theatrics, or about him. She stared up at him. It felt, when he spoke, like he was talking to her.

“You have fantasies. I know it. You know it. Fantasies are powerful things. Bringing them to life takes enormous power so I need you all to BELIEVE!” His voice rose slowly from  a near-whisper to a roaring crescendo. His finger stabbed out, pointing at the crowd.

“You. And YOU…and” his voice dropped, a sinuous thread of darkness “you.”

This time he was pointing at her.

“Come. Come here, girl.”

She didn’t want to. She was too embarrassed to demur. Oh fuck. Standing slowly, she was assisted, firmly, to the steps on the back of the stage. Before going up, her mask was exchanged for one of feathers. Well, at least she’d get something out of this.

She was led to stand before him. He cupped her chin, staring into her eyes. Every move theatrical, he slid his hand away, stalking around the stage.

“Yes. I can make this happen. Even this. Go. You must be prepared.”

She had no fucking idea what he meant, but in seconds the male usher had moved to ‘guide’ her back down the stairs. She was ushered into a tiny room, told to strip and put on the spangly bra and panties that were laid out. And heels. She hated heels.

“Really?” But she was talking to no one. The guy was gone.

“Hurryitup” He hissed against the door, and she jumped back. Not gone, just standing guard. Fuck. Why she was going along with this was a mystery. Something in the eyes of the Ringmaster, maybe. In moments she had peeled off her shorts, and slipped on the bikini bottoms. A perfect fit, actually. In moments, the spangly top was on, and she admired the winking of the gold sequins as she moved. She looked mah-velous! The shoes, also gold, almost defeated her, and it took the usher coming in to help get them on her. She leaned heavily on him, having never worn stiletto’s so high before. Pausing before the steps, she took a deep breath, and clutched his arm.

“Bend yer fuckin’ knees,” he whispered at her, and it seemed to help.

“look like a fuckin’ penguin if you don’t,” he said as he released her to walk across the stage on her own.

In her absence, a table of sorts had appeared. It was long and narrow and about waist-high, with straps hanging down each side. She only had a second to see it, because he  stepped in front of her, once more cupping her chin and staring into her eyes. She blinked. His fingers gripped harder.

“Yes! We shall make it So!”  Pushing something on the side of her mask, the eye holes were suddenly shuttered. She opened her mouth to yell, but in moments something was pushed into her mouth, behind her teeth. She felt buckles tightening behind her head, and when she would have struggled, felt her hands held in a vice-like grip. She was tugged forward, and felt the table bump her hips. In moments she felt straps wrapping around her wrists, around her thighs. Her legs were kicked apart, pulled apart, held apart, her head hung down, her wrists tied and secured.

She could not stand. She could not move. She couldn’t even close her legs.

“BEHOLD! ONE WOMAN’S FANTASY COME TO LIFE!”

A hand reached between her thighs, and unsnapped the crotch of the panties. She hadn’t known that was there! Fuck!

As if the word conjured it, a cock pressed against her pussy, parted her lips, entered her tunnel. He fucked her hard, each thrust making her grunt with the force.

The table never moved. There were sighs and moans from below. She felt like the stage was turning, and perhaps it was, giving everyone a chance to see her being fucked. There was a grunt, fingers digging into her hips as he emptied his balls into her, the feeling of his shrinking cock pulling out.

Thank god it was finally ov-

Another cock filled her. This one was slender, but long, banging her cervix with every thrust. He was a grunter, every press into her accompanied by a small “uungh”, until he too came in her.

As soon as he was done, another cock filled her. This one was heavy, thick, stretching her. She was moaning, groaning. The other two hadn’t — but this one…

She wondered why she’d not fought. Led like a lamb to slaughter. This was one of her most powerful erotic fantasies. Maybe the Ringmaster had read her mind. She’d told no one about these rape fantasies. Good girls didn’t.

She came, squirting her sex-juice all over the fat cock that was reaming her. He was violent, hurting her in ways that made her all liquid inside. It hurt, and it felt so fucking good. Like she’d always imagined it would.

She didn’t know how many cocks, how much cum. Her ass was never touched, except for an occasional enthusiastic swat by one of the many who fucked her.

“And now the end, your deepest nightmare, your most cherished fantasy.”

She shook her head. She knew this one. No this wasn’t ever to come true, see the light of day. . .

She was released from the table, the gag quickly changed to a large open ring. A thick, heavy plug was inserted into her ass, making her shriek through the open donut of her mouth. A rope tied around one ankle, around her torso, and she was bent sideways, standing on one leg, arms behind her back.

A hand fisted in her hair, tugging her forward, impaling her open mouth on a thick cock, while another stepped between her splayed legs and entered her pussy. She came, and again. One long orgasm, from the pressure in her ass, the gagging cock rubbing her throat raw, the plunging cock in her aching pussy.

The music swelled to a loud series of drumrolls as both cocks filled her with their sticky offerings. She was untied, her gag removed, wrapped in something. It smelled like the Ringmaster, and was likely his cape. Blindfolded, she was carried off stage to the mellifluous tones of his voice, and brought back to the tiny changing room.

“I get a turn now,” said the usher, ripping off her mask, and pressing her over the chair that held her clothing. He pulled the plug out of her ass, making her yelp.

“Any more yelling and I’ll drag you down to visit the clowns. You don’t want the clowns to fuck you…trust me.”

Shaking her head violently, she bit her lips as he fucked her ass slow and deep. At long last he came, spurting into her butt.

“Get dressed and go out the back way. I’ll wait to show you. Don’t want the clowns to see you.” He chuckled evilly to himself as he tucked his cock into his pants and heading out the door.

Despite her shaking, it only took moments to rip off the sparkly outfit and don her own clothing. She felt cum leaking from her, soaking the crotch of her shorts.

Opening the door, eyes downcast, she let the usher lead her out the back of the tent, and out into the bright day.

“Go round there, make a right and a left, and you’ll be in the midway. And girlie? Thanks for the fuck. Nice ass.”

She shuddered, feeling the ooze slicking her bum as she walked quickly away.

Her friends were shooting hoops at bottles, a hopeless game of chance, yet they managed to pool their winnings and get her a stuffed bunny.

“So, where were you? ” They asked as they headed towards cotton candy.

“Just catching a show,” she said, somewhat evasively.

“Us too! And we got to help!” There was male laughter and hooting.

“Help?”

“yeah, we got to help some babe live out a fantasy.”