A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. In this chapter: Jack attempts to break Viper, and finds that she is indeed as much trouble as Nesbit claimed. The slaves learn a new man will join the house, as a master? Basil shares a few moments alone with Master Petrovsky, and Pink meets a new client who seems to have alterior motives for meeting her.
A continuance of Innevitable Insanity
“Welcome to my realm, little one.”
Bound, naked, open. No hope of escape. She accepts her fate before beginning to enjoy every moment.
When a psychology teacher humiliates a student, they take their crush to the next level
To bring back old demons, to have them rise again goes against all wisdom.
Jo’s lust for life and sexual fullfilment begins
Please remember to read up on the series as I don’t want anyone to be lost on the plot. Also I do not condone real rape or slavery but fantasy is always fun to play with. Not for the person looking for a soft sweet sex story.
teasing bitch learns her lesson
How I got tricked into submission
She broke my heart, now she has too pay….
Part 1
Rape of the Party Girls
Amy and April walked briskly down the quiet street, the clack-clack-clack of their heels on the pavement the only thing breaking the silence of the quiet December evening. It was cold, and they wanted to reach the Christmas party quickly; neither was dressed for these temperatures.
Both girls were 17, and worked part time as waitresses at a local restaurant while studying for their A levels. They were looking forward to the party, and had dressed to impress; close friends, their outfits were chosen to complement each other.
They had both selected short, colourful, loose skirts; cut well above the knee, they were higher on the left, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the wearer’s thigh. Their tops were tight, and ended some inches above their waist, showing their navels.
The girls were quite different in appearance. April was the slimmer of the two; tall, pretty, with long dark hair and a wistful look about her eyes. Slightly built and long-legged, her small breasts stayed pert and high beneath her top; the garment’s thin shoulder straps revealed that she had felt no need of a bra.
Amy was shorter than her friend, but more curvaceous; there was the risk that she might run to fat by her late twenties, but for now could fairly be described as luscious. Her blonde hair was cut short; the swell of her shapely hips and rear moved pleasingly under the skirt as she hurried to keep pace with her taller friend.
“How far is this place?” Amy asked. “It’s freezing out here.”
“It’s close, I think,” April replied. She looked round as they reached a junction, checking the street names. A white van drove slowly by; the young South Asian man driving grinned at the two girls as he passed, blatantly admiring them. They ignored him, naturally. “This way,” April said decisively, indicating the left turn. “It’s a couple of turnings down here.”
The girls set off once more, down a street with fewer houses that ran alongside a park; it was locked now, dusk having fallen a couple of hours previously. Reaching a further junction a couple of minutes later, neither took much note of another white van – or was it the same one? – parked at the roadside. It was a costly mistake.
As they moved to cross the road, Amy and April felt themselves seized from behind. Each girl felt a man’s hand clamp over her mouth and an arm wrapped about her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. The girls screamed in instinctively in alarm, and kicked out desperately. They saw the side door of the van thrown open and two men, both Indian or Pakistani, reached for them. Panicking, April kicked at them, but one of the two simply took hold of her ankles, his big hands encircling them completely. The other grasped Amy similarly, and the teenagers were bundled into the van. As one of the young men slammed the door shut, the girls heard the engine start and the van leaped forwards.
The whole abduction had taken only seconds.
*
“Drive! Drive!” someone was shouting. April felt the floor beneath her vibrate as the vehicle moved forward. She struggled, arching her back; her head was held against the torso of one of her attackers, his hand tight over her mouth. His arm was wrapped about her body, his fingers sinking into the bare flesh of her arm. Glancing up, she saw he was looking to one side, to the front of the van where a fifth man was at the wheel. April could not tell where they were going, only able to see the street lights passing above. Panicked, she looked forward, to see a grinning, gap-toothed boy of about her own age looming over her, his hands about her calves, holding her down. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed up and down her body.
April’s eyes widened in horror at what he was obviously contemplating, and she let out a muffled but truly terrified scream. She threw her head from side to side, consumed by mortal terror, only to see Amy held similarly to her right.
If anything, Amy was suffering rougher treatment. She, too, was held on her back, but one lad had his hand clamped tightly over her nose and mouth, while his other bent her right arm up her back. Her other hand was free only to claw at his fingers; he would allow her to loosen them enough to breathe through her nose, but closed his grip again the moment she let go. This meant Amy had no chance of defending herself from the lad – the youngest of the group, looking to be no more than fourteen – who was kneeling across her legs, his hands rudely caressing her thighs. April could see the muscles in Amy’s legs flex and tense under his molestations. Her skirt had ridden up above her hips. April could see she was crying, and felt frightened tears welling up in her own eyes.
The boy holding her legs grinned at her distress. “I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, leaning menacingly close. “Like it hard, do you, white bitch? Like a slab of dark meat in you? I’m going to give it to you harder and deeper than you’ve ever had it in your life.” He smacked his lips in a perversion of a kiss, sliding his hands up April’s bare legs. She squealed hysterically in protest as she felt him squeeze, just above her knees.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he laughed. “If you didn’t want me feeling you up, you shouldn’t have put the goods on display. I’m just getting a sample of what’s on offer, that’s all.” April heard his friend laugh at this, and cursed herself for not wearing trousers. Why hadn’t she dressed more modestly? Why did she have to draw such attention to her charms?
“Bloody hold on back there!” yelled the driver, in an aggrieved tone. “You’d better not start without me!”
“Alright, alright,” one of the youths grumbled. The one leaning over April scowled. “Soon, bitch,” he said. “You’re gonna get raped real soon.”
They drove for almost an hour, the girls held tight and helpless all the time, trembling and weeping as they were taken to their rape, always conscious of their abductors’ intrusive hands on their bodies. But finally, the van came to a halt. The engine cut out, leaving only a silence that seemed unearthly after so long.
It was then that April and Amy’s nightmare really began.
*
“Alright,” said the driver, “there’s no one around.” He turned and clambered into the back of the van. The others relaxed, and Amy and April felt their grip on them slacken a little. “Scream all you like,” one of them said, “there’s no one to hear you.”
Amy decided to put this to the test. “Help!” she screamed, “Help us! We’ve been kidnapped! Help!” April felt as though she should scream too, but she seemed frozen by fear, her vocal chords no longer under her control.
One of the youths slapped Amy hard across the face, sending the girl’s head fling to one side. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he said. “We didn’t bring you out here to listen to your shit!” With a choking cry, she fell silent.
Now, the youths closed in on their prey. The lad who had mauled April on the journey loomed over her, taking her top and working it up, over her breasts, baring them to his view. April whimpered, “No,” as the rolled up top passed over her face; she felt her hair being pulled as the two boys forced it up her arms, then dropped it to the floor beside them. The youth put his hands on April’s breasts, fondling them roughly, rolling the girl’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Stop it!” she wailed, plaintively. “Sssh,” he remonstrated. “Don’t piss me off, or you’ll get a beating.”
April pulled frantically at her captors’ hands, but they were much stronger than she, and they held her down easily. Eagerly, the youth pulled her skirt and panties down, leaving the sixth former stripped before him. He hauled his baggy jeans open, his erect prick protruding, to April’s horror.
“No!” the girl wept. “Please don’t! I’m a virgin!”
“Not for long!” the boy laughed.
April stared at his cock in a dreadful fascination; she could hardly believe that this revolting thing was about to be forced inside her reluctant body! She clenched her slim legs together, protectively, terribly conscious of her nudity and helplessness, how her pubic bush, like all the private areas of her virginal body, was on view to them.
“Spread your legs,” he said. April shook her head, her eyes wide.
The youth reached into his back pocket and took something out. It gleamed in the light, and April recognised it as a knife. He held the blade down to her intimacies. “Spread,” he growled, “or I start shaving.”
Miserable, but terrified at the sensation of cold steel against her loins, April opened her legs for her rapist. She had no doubt that he meant his threat, that he would use the knife on her. He grinned, and there were whoops of triumph from his mates at her submission to the inevitable.
The youth was about to fall on April, but paused. He put the knife down, and took out his mobile, opening it to turn on the camera. “Smile, baby,” he grinned, and took a photo of April, nude and pinned down, spread-eagled for him.
“Nice!” commended one of the others. Inspired, the boys were pulling out phones as the youth lay down on April. He turned her head to face him and pressed his mouth to hers as she squirmed beneath him. She wriggled desperately as she felt his erect cock press into her upper thigh, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She tried to twist her head away, disgusted by the alcohol on his breath, but he followed her movements, his mouth exploring her face. Her hips were flinching back as she struggled to delay the moment of penetration. He thrust to her, but she slipped away from him.
Annoyed by her resistance, the young rapist lifted himself slightly and slipped one hand below him, between April’s legs. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, making the girl cry out in alarm. She had only ever explored down there gently, tentatively: now, his cruel fingers probed her ruthlessly, his two fingers delving roughly into her vagina.
He spread her sex lips and positioned himself to enter her. “Please, don’t,” April begged softly. “Please, please, don’t.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She looked pleadingly into his eyes, seeking any sign of compassion or mercy. He only grinned evilly, then forced his way inside her.
April winced as she felt him push into her. He settled, and pressed up against her hymen, that last frail defence of her body. Then with one brutal thrust, he tore through it, and was deep inside her.
April’s face was twisted in pain; he kissed her sweet, contorted lips, tasting the salt of her tears. She turned her head to the side; she could see Amy in similar straights, stripped and pinned down, while one of the gang kissed, licked and suckled on her breasts. He was between her splayed legs, Amy’s knees raised. As April watched through her tears, she saw him lift himself up to rape her friend.
“Look at me,” the young man on top of her snarled. He took her chin and forced her head round to look at him, his face inches from hers as he pounded her body, thrusting in and out of her sore, ravaged pussy. His hands were tight on her. He banged against her, again and again, bruising her hips. Then she felt him swell even more inside her, and knew instinctively what was about to happen.
He gasped and moaned as he spent his seed inside her, flooding her, filling her to the womb. April closed her eyes in misery, but opened them again; through her tears she saw the boy with his head arched back, his eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth hanging open in his ecstasy. He sagged forward, lying on top of her.
The lad holding her arms slapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, move over,” he said. “Someone else’s turn.”
“Hold on,” the rapist gasped, as he got to his knees. He wrapped his arms about April’s thighs and lifted them, raising her hips from the ground. “Let’s give my boys a chance to do their thing,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna give you a baby, bitch!” April moaned as he shook her, and she heard the click of a camera again. Couldn’t they just rape her and be done with it?, she thought wildly. Did they have to subject her to this extra humiliation?
There was blood between April’s legs, from her torn hymen. It mixed with the sex juices of their bodies, a last trickle of cum running through it. The boy rubbed some of it off onto his fingers and smeared it about April’s lips, thrusting them into her mouth, making her taste her own virgin blood. She lay back, weeping. The boys released her, but she didn’t even try to get up; all the fight was gone from her. She lay, spread out, naked, as the boys grinned down at her. “That is one fucked bitch,” said one, approvingly.
*
April and Amy lay side by side. They weren’t looking at each other. April was on her back, rubbing her thighs together slowly in a bid to ease the soreness. Amy was on her side, hugging herself, her legs drawn up almost to a foetal position.
The five youths were moving about their captives. The two who had already raped the girls were grinning and swaggering about. The driver, the eldest of the gang, was showing the photos he had taken of the girls’ abuse. The others were eagerly jostling for their turn.
“Was yours a virgin?” asked the boy who had taken April of his friend.
“Nah,” grinned Amy’s rapist, “she’s spread her legs plenty of times, I reckon.” Amy curled up harder at this, pressing her hands over her ears.
“I’m gonna fuck her now,” announced the youngest boy, a lad barely more than thirteen, reaching for Amy. The driver thrust him out of the way. “Wait your turn, sonny,” he snarled. The kid looked mutinous, but deferred.
The driver crouched down by Amy and took her roughly by the ankles. He turned the girl to her back and hauled her to him, her knees on either side of his legs. “Let’s see if she’s a virgin the other way,” he muttered, as Amy stared up at him through eyes glazed with tears. He reached into a bag and drew out a bottle of vegetable oil. One handed, he splashed a generous helping onto his fingers, still holding Amy’s left ankle. Then he reached between the teenager’s splayed thighs and rubbed it about her anus.
“No!” Amy shrieked, belatedly realising what he had planned for her. She reared up, striking at him, kicking as he seized her legs. “Hold her down!” the driver snarled at the youngest boy. The lad grabbed Amy’s wrists, a little clumsily, and pulled her down again to her back. She continued to resist, writhing and wriggling, unaware that her futile efforts were only exciting her abusers further.
The driver shifted forward, so that Amy’s plump arse nestled in his lap. He wrapped one arm about the girl’s thighs and used his free hand to position her feet over his shoulders. He looked down at the girl from between her knees, grinning at her tears. “You’d better not fight too much, or this will hurt more,” he warned her. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
“Let me go!” she whimpered, her defiance temporarily draining away before his arrogance. “Please, just let us both go. We won’t tell anyone.”
“Like hell,” he laughed. Gripping her thighs all the more tightly, he adjusted his stiffening cock to her tight rear entrance. He leaned forward, forcing the tight bud to open a little. Amy closed her eyes and bit her lip to stifle her cries, not daring to move.
The man adjusted his grip so that he held one of Amy’s shapely legs in each hand, his strong fingers sinking deeply, cruelly into the girl’s flesh. His hips drove forward, the bone hard weapon sinking deeper into Amy’s body. The girl felt the walls of her back passage being stretched painfully apart by the rude invader. She struggled to fight back against the rising tide of panic, knowing she was wholly unable to escape. Glancing to one side, she saw April on her back, being raped for a second time, and sobbed at what was being done to them both.
The driver forced his way another half inch into the teenager’s backside, making her shriek in pain. He laughed. “Oh yeah, baby,” he roared. “This is how you like it, isn’t it?”
“No! No!” the girl sobbed. But he only began to move inside her, withdrawing a little only to drive further inside her, in and out, repeatedly.
He leaned forward, pressing Amy’s legs closer to her body. He put his big, rough hands on the girl’s firm, hot breasts, rolling them in his palms, squeezing them hard. Amy closed her eyes and clenched her lips tight shut, turning her head away so that she would not have to look at the man who was forcing himself on her in the most humiliating and painful way.
She heard April gasp as a second youth came inside her, and was replaced by a third. This boy rolled the slim lass onto her belly, shoving apart her legs, and – as he held her in place by the hair – entered her already much-abused love sheaf.
The man sodomising Amy redoubled his in-and-out movements within her agonisingly stretched rectum as he approached his triumphant climax. She felt his grip on her tighten even more, his pubic hair rubbing against her buttocks, his balls slapping against her. Then as she screamed in despair, he flooded her back passage with a torrent of his sperm.
Amy sobbed involuntarily, weeping freely now, no longer concerned about putting on a show of defiance. She was too scared now, and ashamed of the way her body had been misused. As he slowly withdrew, she heard a ghastly sucking sound as air rushed back into her freshly-stretched rear; instinctively, she clenched her buttocks together, afraid of embarrassing herself before them.
Dimly, she heard the click of a phone’s camera, and felt a fresh surge of misery at the idea that her rape would be used as masturbatory material for these bastards and their friends. Then she felt small hands slapping at her, and opened her eyes to see the youngest boy positioning himself over her. Miserably, all resistance driven from her, Amy opened her legs for him. At least, she thought wretchedly, he probably wouldn’t take too long…
*
There was more abuse to come for April and Amy, more humiliation. The gang rape continued as the eager youths took turns with them. April was too traumatised at the violent loss of her virginity to put up any kind of resistance, and Amy was all too aware that it was futile. They were placed in various positions – Amy found herself on all fours while boy’s stiffness shafted her between the legs from behind; April was turned on her stomach, a boy on top of her, his hands tight on her breasts – used like bitches, while the others watched and laughed at their tears.
There were more photos taken, the girls forced to pose. The teens were knelt, up on their knees, their thighs apart, hands clasped behind their necks, raising their breasts while mobile cameras clicked. Amy was made to kneel with her head to the ground, reaching behind her to pull her arse cheeks apart, while the young man who had buggered her took close ups of her backside, to record his conquest.
Then, the boys having recovered their energies somewhat, and still lusty for their young captives, they unzipped their trousers and presented their cocks for the girls to suck. Listless, defeated, Amy offered no protest – she had sucked her boyfriend off in the past and knew how to make a man happy. April had never had a penis between her lips and was revolted by the idea; but though she tried to turn her head away, two of the boys held her head and forced her jaw open for the driver to push his way into her warm, moist mouth.
April spluttered as her mouth was filled with his sword, feeling it push her cheek outward. “Watch the teeth, bitch,” he snapped, taking her head firmly in his hands, moving it up and down the shaft. To her right, Amy was sucking one of the youngest boys; he was grinning in delight at the sight of a girl several years his senior obediently wrapping her lips and tongue about him, totally under his control.
He was the first to come, unleashing a salvo of sperm into Amy’s mouth. She pulled away, preparing to spit, but one of the others clamped his hand over her mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered in a low, threatening voice. Amy struggled briefly in his grip, repulsed at the thought of the thick, slimy substance sliding down her throat; but there was no avoiding it. When the boy she had just pleasured pinched her nostrils shut, Amy was left with no option but to swallow it down.
April was held in place, one arm twisted up her back, her head held firmly as her mouth was raped. One boy was adding to her discomfort by fiddling with her bottom, pressing his fingers into her crack. As the driver approached his climax, grunting and sweaty, he rammed his loins harder into the youngster’s face, the head of his manhood reaching the back of her throat, making April gag and retch. Then he came, flooding her mouth and firing straight down her throat. April swallowed reflexively, her pretty face twisting in revulsion at the sensation. Then he slipped from her mouth, allowing another to take his place.
All the boys had one or another of the girls suck them. Again and again, the friends were forced to swallow the evidence of the passion their lovely bodies had aroused. And then, finally, their long ordeal came to a close.
“We’ll ditch them where we picked them up,” the driver said, as he returned to the front seat. “That way they won’t know where they’ve been. Tell them what will happen if they talk.”
As they drove, the boys knelt April and Amy down and surrounding the closely. The girls were still nude, their faces red and puffy from crying. Silent tears were still trickling down April’s cheeks, and her inner thighs were stained with dried blood.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” one of the older boys told them. “We’re going to put these pictures of you up on the net, and share them round. You can’t stop that. But what we might not do is put your names and addresses on those photos. And in return, you’ll keep quiet about this, at least until you’ve had a long, hot shower to wash away all that DNA evidence. And if you’re shown any pictures, or asked to look at a line up, you’ll forget what we look like. Because if any one of us is arrested, everyone is going to know where you can be found, and how hard you’ve been fucked. And what you’ve had tonight will seem like nothing compared to what you’ll get then. Understand?”
Miserably, the girls nodded. They understood, only too well.
Amy and April were thrown out of the van at almost the exact point where they had been snatched from the street. They had been allowed to put their skirts and tops on, but the rape gang had kept their underwear as a souvenir. Wretchedly, barely able to stand on their trembling legs, the girls stumbled away from the van, not looking back. Sore, bruised, not speaking to each other – for what was there to say? – they made their way toward home.
But before they got there, they saw some familiar faces – a group of the friends they had been due to meet. “April! Amy!” they cried. “Where have you been? You missed a great party – you’d never forget it!”
Amy and April looked at each other, seeing the despair in each other’s eyes. It had, indeed, been a party they would never forget!
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Human Slavery Reborn
Prologue: Operation Bone Collector Announced
“The trading of human bodies is no longer illegal. We have researched it and have found it to be a viable way to lift our country out of the debt we are in. Due to the recent devastation overseas, many, many countries are without women. The women who are married or under the age of thirteen are to remain with their families, while those not married, and between the ages of thirteen and 50 are to be rounded up into auction houses, where they will be evaluated and categorized for the commercial distribution for our neighbors. After they are sold off, our country will be free of debt, and all of the taxes will be lowered considerably. Those women that resist capture will only be making life harder on their family, as nobody will get paid for the duration of Operation Bone Collector. Be advised that there will be no expense spared for the capture of these women, and that all travel out of the country has been halted. No planes are taking off, no borders are open and there is not a soul in the world out there that will help you out of your predicament…You have one week to enjoy your families, and then, in seven days, OBC will commence. You have 3 days to comply once that happens. Failure to do so will make your stay a hell of a lot more difficult for you than need be. That is all,” The news broadcast ended with the President of the United States of America shedding a single tear. She knew that the country would do anything to get out of debt, and that the selling of the women was the right step, but she could feel the pain of every mother who’s teenage daughter would be sold off. Her own twin girls had just turned sixteen, and even though she was the President, she could not stop their sale. Life had just changed for the whole world, and so had begun the new Dark Ages.
Chapter 1
Operation Bone Collector Begins
Screams echoed in the night. Daughters were ripped from their mothers arms, and unmarried couples were torn apart, leaving young children motherless. Young widows with children were even grabbed, their young ones passed onto family members. Older couples tried to save their girls by hiding them, but no matter what, the girls, and older women were eventually all rounded up and forced into stable-like buildings, with high walls and strong titanium bars, and cement flooring. The women were stripped, evaluated for diseases, both sexually transmitted and the other variety, sexual experience (from virginity to how skilled,) facial beauty, temperament and body condition. Depending on the results of each evaluation, they were categorized, and sorted out, waiting to be sold. Now, the people doing the evaluations are men, mostly doctors. The other men are pornstars, the ones that survived the scourge of the religious fanatics. The women are treated like cattle, though their ‘stalls’ are heated and comfortable. They weren’t mistreated, though they may have felt like it.
“Hide Lidia! Don’t worry about me, my love! Just hide!” My mother’s voice still echoes through my mind, the only remnant of her that I have, because they took her, on the night they came to our house. We (my mother and i) were both unmarried. I had just had my nineteenth birthday the day before the announcement, my mother her 30th. They (the ‘wranglers’, as I called them) had a list of all of the women in our neighborhood that fit the criteria of the law.
I ran to our panic room, hidden in the basement, under the garage. Nobody knew about it but me. It wasn’t even in the blueprints of our house. You wouldn’t find it, even if you combed through every single crack in the wall of the basement. There was no way in unless you provided footprints, voice, password, retinas and DNA for evaluation by the high tech security system that I had designed, patented and installed myself. It was disguised by a false wall, and that false wall was 3 feet thick. It was made of the strongest metal ever, with 2 feet of concrete over it. I was quite safe here, but I was worried about my mother, so I switched on the surveillance monitors. Our house was installed with multiple high quality cameras, and there were about 4 in the living room, in different heights and angles. I watched as four men used a battering ram on our front door (made of the best wood available, I was saddened to see the door destroyed) immediately training various types of guns on my mother.
One of them, the leader I assumed, stepped forward. “What is your name, woman?” he demanded, though he probably already knew.
“Maria Lissette Johnson.” My mother was the epitome of honesty.
“Where is your daughter, Ms. Johnson?” The man queried, his tone leaving no room for any stalling or lying.
“She’s not here. She’s buried in Montgomery Private Cemetery. She died, three months before her birthday.” Did I mention my mother could lie so well, she could even fool the best of the FBI’s expert in microexpressions? She could even cry on demand, making it look real.
“Search the house. Every inch. Leave no piece of furniture unturned, no wall unbroken. I want to make sure this girl isn’t around here anywhere. I don’t trust this woman.” He instructed his men. They nodded and went to do his bidding.
After the men vacated the room, the man eyed my mother up and down, his lascivious eyes lingering on the V between her legs, and her large, bountiful breasts. My mother, small as she was, was impressively endowed. Not only were her breasts quite large, but her waist small, her hips wide, and her legs lean, but her face was quite beautiful. She was a heart-stopper, one that turned heads wherever we went, but she didn’t care. She told me often that I was the only person she needed, that a man would break our relationship apart. Now, don’t get to thinking that we were lovers, because we weren’t. My mother had been the only constant in my life. We had moved quite a bit, to avoid my father, and to avoid anybody trying to kidnap me and holding me for ransom. We were quite rich, both because of my many patents, and because my mother had inherited almost $900,000,000 when her father died. We had put that money to good use, building our dream house, and with the large property to match. We had a very good security system in place that protected us, but we had shut it off for the most part when we observed the government men driving toward our door. Their approach gave us the time we needed to put everything in order for the inevitable: my mother’s capture.
“You are quite the beauty. I bet the men must pant at your heels,” the commander observed
“I suppose they do. I don’t pay attention to them. My daughter was the only thing that was important to me.” My mother said, reclining in her custom-made silk chair. She was remarkably calm in the face of this man’s 9-mm gun barrel in her face.
“Hmm. There seem s to be a bit of a problem here. One that only you can solve at the moment it seems.” The man stated.
My mother raised her left eyebrow, the shape making the red glint like fire. “And what problem would that be sir?”
“I am extremely horny, and it’s your fault. Come over here and fix it.” He didn’t have to put much emphasis into his words for her to comply. My mother had spent almost 15+ years celibate, and she wasn’t a robot, after all.
She sashayed up to him, her hips swaying back and forth seductively. Her feline green eyes smoked with unspoken desire. She halted in front of her, a small smile playing her glossy pink lips, and her eyes looking deeply into his murky brown ones. She trailed a small, delicate pale finger down his black shirtfront, stopping at his belt. She slowly, torturously undid it for him, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants at the same time. The moment she let go, they fell around his ankles with a rustle. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, which my mother seemed to like. His member stood up straight, appearing to salute my mother. He was a nice size, about 7 inches from the look of him, and none too thin either. With one of her small hands, my mother caressed his rod, making it jump. She giggled a little. She lowered herself to her knees, coming face to (haha) face with his fleshy stick, flicking a tongue over it quickly and lightly, just tasting it. She seemed to like it, because not two seconds later, the thick engorged head of his penis was in her eager mouth. The man moaned, putting his gun away quickly and put both of his hands on my mother’s head. She took him into her mouth centimeter by centimeter, pulling back when she got halfway down his penis. He grunted as she moved up and down on his shaft, thrusting his hips in time with her head-bobbing. This lasted about 4 minutes before he took action, pistoning his hips suddenly, forcing his whole member into my mother’s mouth, basically face-fucking her. She gagged a couple of times, but nothing too serious from the sounds coming from her. She was moaning around his penis, and when he stopped and shoved all of his length into her mouth, she was in heaven. Her throat worked at swallowing the load of semen jetting into it, and when he pulled himself from her mouth, he had a large grin on his face.
“You sure do know how to make a man’s day. My wife will be glad to know I won’t want to have sex with her when I get home.” He stroked my mother’s face with the back of his hand. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her onto her hands and knees, throwing up her knee-length blue silk skirt, and rubbing his hand up and down her labia. His hand came away glistening from her inner cream, satisfying his need to know that she was wet. He rubbed his cock with the cream, and got it hard again. Pushing her onto her face, he kneed her legs apart and positioned his cock at her opening. With one hard thrust, he was in her to the hilt. She moaned, pushing back against him in what I took to be ecstasy.
“Please,” she begged, “please fuck me. Fuck me hard”
He complied, his hips a blur as he put himself into motion, filling my mother with his rock-hard shaft. I was beginning to get a little aroused at the pounding my mother was getting, so I took the vibrator I had in a drawer in the wall and used it on myself. He stopped, pulled out, and with no warning at all, shoved himself into my mom’s tight, virgin ass. She screamed in pain/pleasure as he sank balls-deep into her ass, ramming her over and over again, she suddenly stiffened and cried out.
“I’m cumming!” she yelled. That undid the commander as he shot loads of his semen into my mom’s hole, filling and over-filling her so that his cum leaked out of her. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled out of her and stood up. His cum was dripping down my mom’s crack, and down her thighs as she got on her knees.
“Clean my cock off.” He said imperiously. My mother obeyed, going to town on his still semi hard dick. He seemed to be enjoying it, and his penis was growing hard again. I smiled, knowing that he would like to continue copulating with my mother, but the approaching footsteps of his soldiers forced him to push her away. He quickly zipped his pants and got his appearance back in order. My mother had landed on her back with her legs splayed, facing the oncoming soldiers with her pussy completely visible.
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“Take in note I will go far and low with this story, if you have any religious afflictions or duties, you may want to pass this up. Or completely reviled by the subject matter I must advert you elsewhere, even I am disgusted by my fantasy and would not wish any of it to be real, nor jinxed. This is Episode Two of my Breaking Descent mythology. Take it with a grain of salt, and well, its just a story. Better to envision fantasy than to act it out.”
Mark Gordon is a successful, handsome actor who finds himself in big trouble after answering the casting couch call with the wrong man.
Continuation from Part Seven
This is a prequel to the ‘Bromance’ and ‘Revenge’ stories, a flashback to something mentioned in the latter story, with an unexpected twist
It’s my first story of this kind. I classify it as hardcore, so if you’re not into this stuff, please don’t read any further. If you do, I hope you enjoy. Please leave comments. =)
My first attempt at this…I got on a pretty good role and could probably add a few more chapters if you think I should. Look forward to hearing your thoughts.
As the bitchy Ahana learns, it doesnt pay to cheat on your boyfriend to steal another’s lover.
Here is revised copy i would love constructive feedback please dont be to harsh
Not a writer, just writing from experience
She thought her EE boobs were a gift from god. Oh god how wrong she was …
Tonight was it. Every detail had been meticulously planned. He had haunted her footsteps like a shadow for the past two months, had her in his every thought for the past seven. He had memorized her every smile. He would awaken from his dreams to swear he could smell her sweet perfume. He had tried fruitlessly to win her attention, but she barely even noticed his existence. And with every unreturned smile he felt a hate burn inside of him. She thought she was better than him. She thought that she could just ignore him, swat him away like an insect. But not for long. After tonight she would never forget him.
He sat under the leaves of a maple tree not two hundred yards from her apartment watching her windows. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend, so she was alone. He watched the lights in her room flicker and brighten from what he assumed to be her tv. His hands twitched in anticipation as her laughter trickled down from the tiny sliver she had cracked in her window. She always kept her window open at night. Finally her laughter subsided and the flicking lights vanished. The window was dark and quiet, and all he had left to do was wait just a little longer. It was twelve fifteen.
He crept up the stairs running through all he had brought with him. He hoped that none of it would be necessary, but it was better to be prepared. It would be more fun without it. He had brought soft, silky strips of cloth of the deepest red: her favorite color. And it always looked so good against her pale skin and ebony hair. He also had a knife. The blade was small and dull, couldn’t cut through the most delicate of lace, but it was more for the effect. He had no intention of truly causing her harm, and he would rather not use it. It was more to make sure that she didn’t struggle. He winced as the board in front of her door creaked. Yes her roommate was out of town, but she still had neighbors. The excitement bubbled up inside him, his patience failing fast. Fumbling, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a key. Her roommate had conveniently “lost” hers a week ago, only to have it turn up just under the driver’s side door of her car a day later. In the meantime a copy had been made. The key slid silently into the lock, fitting perfectly. Slowly he pushed the door open, and slunk inside. He left the door open a crack for just an instant to allow the glow of an orange street lamp to illuminate the room. It was easy to orient himself in a second, for all the apartments had the same floor plan. Finally he pulled the door firmly shut behind him and locked it.
He stood for what seemed to stretch on forever, taking in the sounds and smells of the apartment. It smelled of lavender, and faintly of her. To his left he could hear the white noise of the refrigerator humming, and just underneath he thought he caught the sound of sheets rustling and a soft sigh. He removed his shoes, and painstakingly began to traverse the space between the front door and her bedroom. He was so close. After what seemed a lifetime, he reached her bedroom door. It was cracked open just a bit, and he held his breath as he placed his hand on the handle. Slowly he pushed it open.
There she lay, her slender form stretched out upon the bed, right under the open window. She looked so small and helpless engulfed by the size of the double bed. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight that streamed through the window, illuminating her peaceful face ringed by soft raven waves. Even his dreams had not done her justice. How dare she think herself better than him. It was she laying helpless in dreamland, unaware of his power over her. He felt himself begin to grow hard as he noticed her left breast peeking out from under the covers in the gentle moonlight. He had waited so long for this. Quietly he shut the door behind him and crept across the room. He wished for her to remain asleep until he was ready. Stooping by the bed side table, he removed to strips of the red cloth and the knife. The other to strips he tied at the foot of the bed. He would need those in time, and he would hate for anything to interrupt him. Next he carefully leaned over and slid the window shut. No need having an audience listening in on his fun. Finally he was ready.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing at her face. His anger melted as he studied the way the moonlight made her glow. He leaned over and tenderly brushed a strand of hair as soft as silk from her face, then let his hand cradle her cheek. He studied the face that he already had burned into his every waking and dreaming moment. He could have loved her fully if she was not so self absorbed. He bowed his head over hers, feeling her whisper of a breath against his skin as he kissed her forehead. Her skin was as smooth as marble and as warm as a summer’s breeze. He moved lower, mildly kissing her lips, feeling their rosebud softness against his before pulling away. A smile lay upon her lips, as if in a dream worth keeping. He softly kissed her again, then again, then again, each time more passionately than before. His hands began to wander, running through her hair, across her cheek, down her neck, over her shoulders.
Suddenly her eyelids flew open and with a gasp she tried to push herself away from him. Her eyes were filled with panic as she searched for her dream assailant to find that it was all too real. Her deep brown eyes cast about his face asking a million questions with one look. Before she could even speak he cut her off. In a rare mood of tenderness he spoke words he could never imagine himself saying. “It’s ok. I’m here.” He tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away, trying to take the blankets with her. “Get away from me,” she gasped. Instead the blankets slipped down to reveal her full breasts, nipples already hard with what he took to be pleasure. Her spiteful words brought all his hate rushing back, and any tenderness he had felt was gone for good. “What? Too good for me are you?” he asked gruffly. At this he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her again. She struggled, trying to turn her head and push him away, but instead he tangled one hand in her hair, holding her face against his. The other hand he slid down her bare body to rest on the small of her back, keeping her in place. She began pounding her hands against his broad shoulders, trying desperately to push him away but he was too strong. She tried to speak, to beg him to stop, but all she could make were whimpering sounds as he forced his lips against hers. The more she struggled the more his grip tightened. As he deepened his kiss and tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, she bit down and he recoiled. He shook her once then pulled her close to try again, only to have his lip attacked. Angrily he grabbed her face in his hand and brought it close to his, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You will not bite me,” he growled and pushed her down against the bed, sliding his hand down to her throat. He swung his right leg over her, straddling her, pining her in place. He could feel himself growing larger as he stared down at her uncovered chest. Her breasts were so large, so perfect. He kept her in his choke hold and lowered his mouth to her shoulder, first kissing, then biting. He heard her breath catch as he sunk his teeth into her tender flesh for the first time. He took no pains in making sure she was comfortable, biting as hard as he pleased, causing whimpers to escape her lips. She tasted so sweet. Slowly he worked his way down kissing, biting, and tonguing her. Finally he flicked his tongue over her exposed nipple and felt her squirm under him. “You like that?” he asked, a devilish grin on his face. “Please stop. I beg you please,” she pleaded helplessly, her voice barely a whisper. Instead he turned his attention back to her erect nipple, continuing to tease it, licking, flicking, pinching, biting. He could feel her tensing under him and prepared for her next attack. She tried to kick and flail and claw her way out from under him, but he was simply too strong. He pushed his hand deeper into her throat, cutting off her air. With the other he managed to grab both her hands and pin them above her head, leaving her nothing to fight with. She attempted to fight for a minute more, desperately trying to free herself only to sink back down under his weight, panting and helpless. “Let me go you bastard!” she heaved, mustering all her strength. He merely looked at her and sighed, then reached for a strip of cloth on the bedside table. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, for we both know that you would try to run.” He spoke to her as if scolding a child. He then began to wind the cloth around her wrists, binding her tightly. “No!” she screamed and began struggling again. His hand flew and slapped her right across the face. For a moment she lay in shock, unable to move. That moment was more than what he needed, and he reached again for the table, this time grabbing the knife. He held it in front of her face, making damn sure she saw it. “You will not do that again,” he commanded. He lowered the knife to her neck, letting the cold steel rest there. “You will not say a word unless I tell you you can. And if you scream again, so help me I swear you will be punished. Is that understood?” Terrified, she lay perfectly still and silent under the touch of ice at her neck. “I said you understand?” he growled, pressing the knife harder against her skin. Quickly and silently she nodded her head, too afraid to speak. “Good. Now stay still.” With that he placed the knife between his teeth, and resumed tying her hands above her head, then securing them to the headboard.
The pure terror in her eyes excited him. He had never had such power, such control over anything. He liked it. Now that he finally had his chance, he almost didn’t know what to do. There had been so many fantasies, so many things he wanted to do to her that he had no idea what to do first. For a minute he just sat, taking in her helpless form, bound and naked under him. She turned her head as far as she could, refusing to look at him. “Trying to hide from me baby?” he asked. Reaching out he grabbed her face in his hand, twisting her to look at him. She tried to resist, but he could tell that she was starting to give up. “I said look at me,” he commanded. Reluctantly she let her eyes meet his, only to dart away again. He gave her a shake, and she forced herself to return his gaze. “You don’t want to look at me huh? Don’t want to see the man who’s gonna give you the best fucking of your life? I was hoping you would, but I can do it either way.” He grabbed another piece of cloth from the table and turned back to look at her. He leaned in and kissed her again, then began wrapping the cloth around her head, covering her eyes. “Please,” she begged and whipped her head to the side causing the cloth to fall. That one word was all that escaped her lips before his next blow fell. She curled up as best she could and tried to turn away, but her forced her onto her back again and forcefully grabbed one of her breasts. She gasped in pain as he relentlessly dug his fingers deeper into her flesh. “What did I say?” he growled with his mouth right against her ear. Suddenly he was off of her, and she was all too aware of her uncovered body. As she tried to curl up, a hand grabbed her left ankle. She kicked, fighting away her assailant, but he held tight. Then her leg was tied, and she could no longer kick. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to free her limbs before she had nothing left to fight with, but it was too late. Her right leg had already been caught in his grasp. She flailed in fear, horrified by her helplessness. He smiled as he watched her fight knowing that he had already won.
He stripped down, leaving his cloths in a pile at the foot of the bed. Then he silently moved up to where she lay, standing right next to her torso. She tried to move away from him, but her bonds wouldn’t allow it. “Open your mouth.” She lay stunned, too afraid to do anything, looking at him in pure shock. He positioned himself above her, a leg on either side. She did her best to burry her head in the pillow, but he grabbed her face. Suddenly something pressed against her lips, and she twisted her head away again. It felt warm and wet, and smelled musky. She tried to rub her lips against her pillow, but he grabbed her by the hair and twisted her back. Again he pressed himself against her lips, and she refused. “I’m not going to tell you again. Now open your mouth.” Once again she felt the ice of a blade against her shoulder and that was all the convincing she needed. She no longer twisted away, but she did not jump to accommodate him. Instead he just pushed himself against her mouth and slid past her lips. Slowly he began to gyrate, sliding himself past her lips over and over again. She did nothing but lay there, fighting her gag reflex. “Suck it,” he commanded. “Suck my cock like you’ll die if you don’t.” He began to thrust, moving harder and faster. Her mouth felt so good around his swelling cock. But she was still trying to force her mouth shut. “Don’t use your teeth,” he commanded. The tension eased, and he continued. He dropped the knife next to them on the bed and slipped his hand under her head, pulling her closer. If she wasn’t going to move he was going to make her. He could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her tongue wiggling to get away from his taste, and her trying to pull away. But it felt so good. Each thrust slid her tongue across his cock, and each jerk of her head allowed him to push in harder and deeper. He listened to her whimper around him, and each one pushed him closer to the edge. He had never felt anything like this before. He could feel her beginning to gag, choking on him, but he was so close, so close to exploding. But he didn’t want to choke her and end the fun. Besides, he wanted to kiss her again without tasting his own cum. So at the last moment he slid out of her, exploding all over her breasts with a giant groan. She twisted away as best she could, coughing and gasping now that she was free.
“That good huh?” he asked with a smile. Slowly he got up from her bed then stumbled to her closet. There he found a towel that looked clean. He sat back down next to her and watched her sputter for a minute before reaching out to her. She flinched away as soon as she felt him reaching for her, dreading what he had planed next. “Relax,” he said with a tone of mock annoyance. “I was gonna clean you off, but I guess if you don’t want…” he let his words trail off. “Please,” she asked, forgetting herself. But he was too satisfied to care. He had begun to feel some tenderness for her, after the pleasure she had given him. And after all, he did care for her, even if she was conceited. She lay perfectly still and waited for him. She preferred when he was gentle. “Here,” he said, and lightly wiped her mouth. She seemed grateful for this. Next he gently cleaned off her breasts, fondling each one afterward. He dropped the towel on the floor and climbed over her, curling up next to her. He lay his head down on her breast and absent-mindedly began running his fingers over her stomach and legs. “That was amazing,” he sighed. She squirmed, trying to take some of the pressure off her bound wrists and ankles. “What? Oh stop it. You know I can’t untie you. You’d try to run.” She looked down at him almost in tears. “Please,” she begged, her voice wavering. “I promise I won’t run. Just please untie me. Please, it hurts.” He sighed and sat up, wondering if he should. He liked having her helpless beside him, but he also wanted to feel her touch. It would be so much more fun if she could move with him. He could try it, and if she misbehaved he could just as easily tie her up again. And the look in her eyes, those deep chocolate eyes. Somehow she had the power to melt him with one look, and he hated that she had power over him. He raised his hand as if to strike her, and smiled as she flinched away. He still had the ultimate power.
“Fine, I’ll untie you, as long you promise not to fight or run. But if you disobey in the slightest way, I will tie you back up. Understood?” She nodded, eager to be able to move again. He slowly moved toward her feet, kissing her down her stomach, her thigh, her leg, then unwinding the cloth from around her ankle. He repeated the process, kissing back up her leg then down the other, pausing to hover over her mound, then kissing it ever so tenderly. He was pleased that she did not shy away from his touch, but her body remained tense. As soon as her legs were free she closed them and drew them close to her body. After releasing her other leg he moved upward kissing her belly, her chest, her neck. He stopped just above her face and looked straight into her eyes. “Kiss me” he said softly, hovering over her body. It was more of a request than a demand. But as he leaned in, he was pleased that she did not pull away, and he felt a thrill as their lips met. Hers were so soft. He let the tension out of his arms and lay on top of her, feeling the warmth of her skin against him. His passion was beginning to stir again, his cock growing hard. He could not understand how she could just lay there unmoving under him. Her hands were still tied above her head, her legs clamped closed. She didn’t really kiss him, but merely allowed him to kiss her. He began running his hands over her, hoping to inspire movement. He caressed her arms, shoulders, down her sides, her hips. She lay still, occasionally shivering at his soft touch. “Does that feel good?” She was staring at the wall, refusing to look at him. She could never admit that, yes, his touch felt wonderful, and she imagined that it would be a thousand times better if she had actually wanted it. But like this, she wanted nothing more than to run screaming.
“What would you like? Hmmm?” She shivered again as he ran his hand down her side. “Leave me alone,”she breathed, bold against her fear. She tensed, ready for the blow, but was relieved to hear him laugh softly. “Aww… but we’re having so much fun. There must be something I can do for you. You seem to like this.” He continued stroking her, moving lower. He traced small circles over her belly, then trailed his fingers down to her hips, running from one to the other. Then he slid his fingers down to the place between her legs. She clamped them tighter trying to keep him out. “Please don’t. Please.” He wiggled his finger, slipping it in between them, finding her clit. He began to stroke her, moving his finger in tiny circles. He was surprised at her wetness. A slight moan escaped her lips even as she tried to pull away. He slid his other hand under her, placing it in the small of her back, holding her against his other hand. He spent another minute massaging her clit, moving her hips for her. Her breathing became heavier and her legs began to spread ever so slightly. He took his chance and slid his finger down into her wet pussy. She gasped and involuntarily arched as she felt his finger slide inside of her. “I thought you would like that.” He began moving his finger in and out of her, first slowly then gaining speed. Her breath came in choked spurts, trying to fight her pleasure. Suddenly he slid another finger in, and a full moan formed on her lips. She had begun to gyrate against his hand without his guidance, and he spread her legs farther apart. Then he lowered his face to taste. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she pressed against him with a sigh. He began lapping at her, tasting her sweet juices. She was thrashing in pleasure, unable to keep still. “You taste so good,” he sighed as he came up for breath. All she could do was moan in response, his fingers still thrusting into her.
By now his cock was ready, even harder than before. He practically ached to be inside her soaked pussy. He pulled his fingers out, then positioned himself over her, barely able to wait any longer. But he wanted to play with her some more. “Ask for it,” he commanded. “Tell me how much you want it.” She moaned, trying to rub herself against him. All logic had left her, now controlled by pure sexual desire. “Tell me how much you want to feel my cock inside you. Beg for it. Tell master how you want to be my little whore.” She just kept panting and arching her back, trying so hard to get him. “If you want it say it.” Before she had time to even comprehend what she was doing the words had escaped her lips. “Please let me be your whore. Let me feel your cock.” He smiled at her words. “Where do you want to feel it? Hmmm? Tell me exactly what you want master to do to you.” He teased her, barely touching himself to her. “I wanna feel your cock in my pussy. Please, master.” It felt so good to hear her beg. Then with a thrust he pushed himself inside her.
She practically screamed as his huge cock slid into her tight wet pussy. He grabbed her legs, holding them up against his shoulders and grabbed her hips. He began humping her, pulling her from her hips with each thrust. He could feel her pussy straining to accommodate him as he pushed deeper and deeper. She moaned with every thrust, barely able to breathe, and he wanted to keep her under his power. He stopped and clapped a hand over her mouth, leaning in real close. “Did I say you could make a sound?” he growled. Fear crept back into her brown eyes. “That’s better. Not a sound unless I say so.” He started up again, this time more slowly, teasingly. He could see her biting her lip, fighting the moans rising in her throat. Her breath caught every time her pushed into her. He was baiting her, waiting for what he knew would come. Finally she let out a squeak after he had pulled out and plunged back in again.
“What did I say?” He grabbed at her arms, ripping at the knots at her wrists. After freeing them, he forcefully flipped her over, pulling her hips toward him and pulling her arms behind her back. “I’m sorry master,” she breathed, trying to appease him. But her words only made it worse. “What did I say?” he shouted. “On you hands and knees.” he commanded. “Come on, come on. Stick your butt in the air.” He pulled on her arms, forcing her into the position he demanded. She moaned in pain as his hand slapped her ass. “That hurt? Hmmm?” He smacked her harder, the sound ringing in her ears. “Since you’re so keen to speak, answer my question you dirty little cunt. Does it hurt?” He hit her again and she squealed in pain. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes what you little whore?” “Yes master.” He slapped her again, feeling her hot flesh under his hand. “That’s better. I told you if you disobeyed you would be punished. But I’m going to let you help pick your punishment. How many times should I spank your lovely little ass hmmm?” He ran his hand over her ass, admiring it. The right cheek burned from the blows. He slid his hand farther down, back to her dripping pussy. He teased it, stroking the lips before sliding his fingers back inside. Then releasing her arms, with other hand he smacked her again. “The longer you take to answer the more spankings you’ll get.” He raised his hand again, and just as he was about to let it fall she answered. “Five?” she asked hoping that would be enough. “Only five? I don’t think that’s nearly enough. But how about this? What’s five times five?” He slammed his fingers into her, causing her to squeal. “Twe- twenty five,” she gasped. “Good. And you will count out every one. Keep your hands by your sides. Ready?”
He raised his right hand to slap her plump ass and pulled the fingers of his left almost out of her pussy. Then he brought his hand down on her and slammed his fingers into her a split second later. The moan that flew from her lips excited him. “One,” she gasped. Again his hand rose and his fingers pulled out to repeat the process. “Two. Three. Four. Five.” His fingers accented every number that came from her lips, making it that much more difficult for her. “Louder you little cunt.” He hit her again, savoring her moans that grew louder with every torturous touch. By the time he got to ten her ass was on fire, and by fifteen she was screaming with each blow. His cock was even harder than before and he wanted to cum so bad it almost hurt. He finished up her spankings, loving the way he ass felt under his hand. He could feel her pussy throbbing around his fingers and couldn’t wait another second. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, aligning her with his cock. Then without hesitation he slipped into her still soaked pussy. She moaned, trying to pull away. “Oh no you don’t.” He held on to her hips nice and tight, pulling her back to him. She squealed as he pushed his cock deep inside her. “Please stop. It hurts. Please.” He could hear her voice cracking as she begged. But he needed this. “As soon as you get me off I’ll let you rest.” Then he began humping her, pushing his dick into her. He could feel her pussy throbbing, squeezing against him, unwillingly coaxing him to orgasm. He pumped himself faster and faster, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She was screaming, barely getting in air, fingers clawing at the blankets in pain. And then finally he came, thrashing in pleasure, exploding inside her. He had never orgasmed so hard in his life.
He collapsed on top of her, panting and covered in sweat. He could feel her under him, body slick with both his and her own sweat, heaving under the weight of his body, but he did not move. He was too tired. After a few minutes he removed his lip dick from her and rolled her onto her back. As he crawled up next to her he found that she was sobbing, tears streaming down her face. Her face glistened with mixture of sweat and tears, and her hair was wild and tangled. But she looked so beautiful to him. He lay next to her, gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He held her close but not tight, and began to stroke her hair. “It’s all right. It’s over. Don’t cry.” He kissed her forehead tenderly, and continued to comfort her. She did not try to fight him, nor did she allow herself to cuddle against him; she merely lay sobbing. Finally her tears subsided as she fell into a restless sleep. He lay there with her, admiring every curve of her body and they way it seemed to glow in the moonlight.
After a while he rose, heading to the kitchen. He searched the cabinets for a glass, then filling it with water. He drank the whole thing in a matter of seconds, then refilled it. He could feel the sweat on his body drying, leaving him with an almost sticky feeling. He headed for the bathroom, flipping on the light as he went and started the shower. He was pleased to find that the apartment had an actual bath tub, which would make his plans easier. After starting it up, he headed back to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway, watching her sleep and sipping his glass of water. He felt a huge sense of achievement taking her in, noticing his cum oozing out of her pussy. He had achieved that which he had wanted for so long.
He put down his empty glass, then went to the bed. “Wake up,” he murmured in her ear. He gently ran a hand across her cheek and could feel the dried tears. She began to curl up in a ball, pulling her legs toward her chest with a moan. “Come on. We should clean you up.” He leaned down and slipped his arms under her and picked her up. He carried her to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
She shivered as the water hit her even though it was warm. He sat down in the middle of the spray with her still in her arms, cradling her as if she were a child. He held her against him, supporting her head against his arm, and watched the water drip down her body in beads. She just lay with her eyes closed, exhausted and sore from his fucking. He reached up and grabbed a washcloth, then began washing her ever so gently. He started with her face, washing away the salt from her dried tears. Then he moved down her neck, and over her shoulders. Next her washed her breasts, noticing her nipples were hard under the hot water. Kissing her neck all the while, he moved in small circles starting at the nipple and moving outward, finishing each breast with a kiss. Then he moved lower, stroking her stomach, then her mound. He felt her tense as her touched her there, afraid that he would take her again. “It’s ok,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.” Putting down the cloth, he began to stroke her with his fingers, letting the water trickle over her. He slipped his hand in between the fold of her legs and gently guided them apart, allowing the water to cascade down her sore cunt. She didn’t even try to fight. She was so exhausted that she just lay there, silently begging that he wouldn’t hurt her again. He slid his fingers down over the lips of her pussy, feeling the stickiness of his cum and her juices. Gently he rubbed that away, helping the water. Then he parted them as tenderly as he could, and slid a finger inside her. He felt her tremble as her breath caught and a moan formed in her throat.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. He held her close, and began moving his finger inside of her, coaxing his cum out of her. Every few seconds a moan would catch in her throat and she would jump as he massaged her sore little pussy, but he held on to her, cleaning up after himself as gently as he could. He buried his head in her hair, inhaling deeply. She smelled so sweet. When he was finished cleaning her, he just sat there, holding her as the warm water trickled down their bodies. He felt her sink deeper into his arms with every minute until he could tell she had slipped back into sleep. He wiggled his way out from under her and turned off the water. Carefully he stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, looking down at her as the water slowly dripped over her curves. There was still so much that he wanted, but that would have to wait until another night. He was running out of time.
He picked her up and wrapped her in the same towel, then carried her to the couch. He still had work to do. He went back to the bedroom and flipped on the light. With a sigh he gazed a the bed, noting a wet spot right in the middle of it. Those sheets would have to come with him, as would the first towel he had used, which lay crumpled on the floor. First he stripped the bed, stuffing the stained sheet into his bag, then grabbing the towel as well. Next he made sure that he had everything he had brought with him, putting them all back into the bag from where they came. He scooped his clothes off the floor and dressed with a sigh, wishing he didn’t have to leave. It would be so nice to wake up next to her. But he continued on with his cleanup, instead looking forward to his next adventure with her. He grabbed the bag from the floor, then took his empty glass to the kitchen, where he placed it in a pile of already dirty dishes. He unceremoniously dumped his stuff by the door, then went back to her.
She lay just as he had left her, hair still dripping wet. He picked her up, then carried her back to her bed. He noticed that she was covered in goosebumps, and she shivered as he removed the towel. He quickly covered her up with the comforter, then hung the towel over the back to the chair to dry. He didn’t linger to gaze at her, but instead hurried to the kitchen and found an already open bottle of cheap red wine. This was to be the final touch.
He poured a tiny bit into a glass and took both the bottle and the glass into her room. He placed the open bottle on the bedside table, then sat down beside her. He slipped his hand under her head and sat her up, unconcerned as to whether or not she awoke. But she was so exhausted she didn’t even stir. He tipped the glass to her lips, making sure the wine coated them, then lay her back down. Then he let the glass fall to the floor beside the bed, spilling it. Now it would look like she had drank herself into a stupor. It had been all too easy. He grabbed his bag, killed the lights and silently he slipped out the door, being sure to lock it behind him. He would hate for anything to happen to her in her helpless state.
He lay in his own bed, replaying the night over and over. The feel of her skin under his, her sweet smell, the sound of her moans catching in her throat; it had all been so much more amazing than he ever imagined. And he smiled as he drifted off thinking of the note he had left in her desk for her to find. “Don’t worry my love. I’ll be back again for you. I’ll be back again.”
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Author’s note. I tried a more in depth version of writing with this one. This is more of a story and not just sex. My inspirations were of how me and my partner interact with each other, though she’s the dominant female. 😉
Please be gentle as I’m a nooby and only write when I’m drunk and horny.
Enjoy. -Kira. ^_^
Tanya woke up extra groggy late Monday morning. She really didn’t want to open her eyes, but she had a nagging feeling she needed to do something. Turning over in her queen bed she nearly fell off and jolted awake. She noticed through half closed eyes, that her room was trashed with clothes thrown everywhere. While looking around she noticed Trish was poking out of the sheets rather sensually. Even though they started as best friends, it had grown into something more. They were almost always together, and Tanya wouldn’t have it any other way. Tanya leaned over and nibbled on Trish’s soft nipple causing Trish to let out a grouchy groan. “Let me sleep, you horny slut.” Tanya chuckled and got out of bed noticing she was sticky from lube and sex. “Come on sexy, we need a shower.” Trish refused to acknowledge anyone was speaking. Tanya knew how to get her attention though. ” I know how you like seeing me covered in soap.” This caused Trish to open one eye, clearly thinking it over. After a few seconds she moved to get up and tossed a pillow at Tanya. “Ugh, you know me too well.” They both giggled moving towards the bathroom…
Tanya being the first out of the shower moved towards the makeup desk while drying her hair. She sat down and winced a little. “Trish you spanked me too hard again. And pull a little softer on my hair please.” Trish poking her head out of the bathroom door with an evil smile. ” I didn’t hear any complaints during.” Tanya threw a towel at her, smiling. Tanya started putting black eyeliner on while Trish walked up behind her. Trish leaned in and kissed her neck. “I love those bright green eyes.” Tanya blushed and leaned back to kiss Trish. “And I love your beautiful blue eyes, sexy.” Trish smiled and caught a glimpse of the clock. “Shit I’m gonna be late for class” Tanya rolled her eyes and went back to her makeup. It was hard for her to concentrate because Trish was getting dressed behind her. She loved seeing Trish stuff those heavy supple breast into a tight shirt. She was going to comment on Trish going without a bra, but decided she enjoyed the scenery enough to ignore it. Next Trish slid a tight pair of pants over her juicy ass. Tanya licked her lips, then annoyingly realized she had to put lip gloss on again.
Tanya and Trish left the dorm together in a slow leisurely pace. Trish had already decided she was going to miss the class. So they decided to lay on the grass by their favorite tree and do some studying. On the way they passed a fellow student they used to be close to, Kira. Tanya waved but Kira didn’t seem to notice. Trish frowned slightly ” I wonder what happened to her, she just has this weird look in her eyes nowadays. And have you noticed that over sized dog collar she’s wearing now, pretty kinky” they both giggled and brushed the strange encounter off.
They’d been under the tree for nearly thirty minutes when an acquaintance named Brock walked up and greeted Trish. “Hey Trish, noticed you weren’t in Kingsley’s class today. You missed some pretty important stuff, you wanna grab a beer or something and I can give you some notes?” Trish glanced over at Tanya who shrugged. Trish turned back to Brock. “Sure, as long as it’s not too long, I have plans later with Tanya.” Brock smiled and nodded. Trish got up waved to Tanya and walk down the side walk with Brock. Once they were a ways off, Tanya sighed roughly mumbling something about jocks. She gathered her things and headed back to the room for a nap.
Tanya woke up with a jolt, staring at her clock. It read 11:30. “That can’t be right” she checked her phone and had a text. It was from Trish. (**I had to go back home to G.A.. Sorry my papa died.**) What? She couldn’t be reading that right, Trish’s grandfather died when they were in elementary school. Something was very wrong. Deciding against calling to arouse suspicion, She hurried out of bed and got dressed deciding to find that douche Brock and see what had happened. She headed to the local pub right off campus, a small but popular Irish establishment. She walked through the door and glanced around. No luck. She walked up to Caitlin, a sexy little Irish number her and Trish had played with on numerous occasions. “Hey Caitlin, have you seen Trish today? She left with this Brock guy and other than a text that makes no sense I haven’t hear from her.” Caitlin looked uneasy but nodded and pointed towards the door. “She left with that fellow about ten minutes ago, headed up the side alley towards that club Doc’s” Tanya hugged her and hurried out of the pub headed towards Doc’s, had she been a little more aware she would have noticed the black van idling off to the side…
Tanya was at a brisk stride down the thick of the dark alley. She almost had second thoughts when a vehicle squealed and roared to life down the street behind her, gliding down the alley shrouded in black. Tanya spun on her heel slightly off guard, when the headlights flared on. She was completely blinded, still hearing the vehicle coming she tried to get to the wall stumbling and falling. She landed square on her knee breaking the skin. She cried out, hardly aware of the vehicle coming to a halt beside her. However when a sliding door opened she turned toward the noise just in time to receive a painful slap that left her dizzy. A hood was quickly placed over her head and pulled tight against her soft throat. Four powerful hands picked her up, under her arms and by her ankles. It happened so fast she had no time to react. She was tossed on a mat in the vehicle and bound quickly by her powerful assailants. She started to cry out only to receive another painful slap that made the world spin. Before she recovered, there was a sharp prick in her neck. She instantly felt weak and tired. As hard as she tried to fight it, she was out in seconds.
Tanya woke up feeling like she’d been kicked in the head by a mule. She opened her eyes to see the world dancing all around, not sure what had happened or where she was. It was well lit, scarcely furnished with a curtained section on the far side. Tanya went to get up when she noticed the awkward position she was in, however she wasn’t able to budge. She realized she was bound with her arms crossed ,knees together and bent leaving her face down and ass up. Panicking she cried out only now noticing she was ball gagged. What was going on? Who was doing this? Tanya attempted to struggle trying to shift her weight or anything to get loose, she couldn’t move at all. Her captors were extremely skilled and thorough. She let out a frustrated angry grunt, did someone grunt a reply? Before she could find out a door behind her opened and a pair of foot steps walked up behind her and stopped. A large hand was placed on her right ass cheek. Feeling unappreciative of the unwanted attention Tanya voiced an angry grunt, this received a searing slap that made her whimper. A gruff voice chuckled and rubbed her ass to sooth the pain. “We’ll help you with that attitude, sweetie. Don’t you worry.” The foot steps walked back through the door leaving Tanya to dwell on her throbbing hand print.
Moments later another pair of foot steps walked in quickly setting things on the table behind her. She squeaked from a finger covered in lube suddenly entering her ass. “Quiet slut, or you’ll regret it” the foreign fingers quickly removed, and with no warning a massive dildo was shoved in to what felt like her stomach. Tanya let out a muffled shriek jerking and wriggling desperate to get it out, she was sure it was going to rip her tight little asshole. The man annoyed by this stuffed an equally large dildo up her pussy with very little lube.
Tanya jerked back her head which was spinning from the pain and pleasure. Fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back. The stranger clipped both dildos in place chuckling. “You’ll thank me later, bitch.” Tanya didn’t notice the door open and close she was stuck in a place between hell and heaven. Unsure if she liked it or hated it. She couldn’t blink, couldn’t cry out, couldn’t even stop pulling against her restrains. She didn’t even notice the beep, but she certainly noticed the surge of vibrations throughout her entire body. This pushed her over. Her eyes rolled back, she let out a muffled moan and blacked out, either from pain or pleasure, she didn’t really care.
Trish woke up staring at the ceiling. Where was that douche Brock? She went to move and couldn’t. She instantly noticed her wrist were bound to her ankles, leaving her legs spread open. Was Tanya playing games? No, this was nowhere she’d ever been. It had a cold unfriendly air to it. Out of nowhere a hood was placed over her head and a heavy voice filled her ears. “Finally awake? He didn’t even hit you that hard, though it was hard enough I guess. You’ll learn to appreciate it.” Foot steps moved around in front of Trish, she heard a squishing sound and received a shock of cold lube being spread over her pussy and ass. She refused to satisfy them with a single sound. he coughed “Tough one, eh?” this pissed trish off enough to mutter angrily “fuck you” it only came out as a series of grunts but the guy understood them enough to reward her with a backhand to the cheek. “You’ll learn to hold your fucking tongue, slut” Trish let out a muffled laugh. This angered the man greatly, he readied two big dildos, turned them on high and shoved them simultaneously up her ass and pussy. Trish bucked and shrieked fighting to get free, sure she couldn’t handle this. The man thoroughly enjoyed this. “Let’s see how you feel after a few hours” he left her arched and whimpering.
After an eternity and far too many orgasms to count, Trish was barely conscious. She was almost begging for death, it was past the point of pleasure. Every second that passed was a second too long. She didn’t hear them bring something in. She didn’t hear them messing with shackles or ropes or even them talking about the lucky snatch. But she snapped to when she heard her baby girl’s muffle cry, she knew instantly that it wasTanya. Trish cried out only able to manage a hoarse muffled groan. She waited for a reply, she heard another door open in the distance. And shortly there was another grunt, Trish strained to hear. There was a loud slap followed by a whimper. She felt a rush of anger knowing they where mistreating Tanya. Just as she was about to yell as loud as she could manage, the vibrations tripled, paralyzing her in anguish. A door squeaked open beside her, she didn’t notice. A pair of hands grabbed each of her supple nipples and released a powerful clamp, making her let out a weak whimper.
Tanya came too still feeling the powerful vibrations throughout her body. She fought to focus her eyes and noticed the curtain had been moved. Trish! She noticed her almost immediately. Her wrist and ankle were bound together leaving her legs spread wide. Tied to the table on her back with the strangers tools invading her. Trish had a look of defeat about her. Then Tanya noticed a bruise on Trish’s cheek. This made Tanya panic all over again. She struggled to get free, causing the vibrators to shift hitting her clit and g spots perfectly. She’d almost forgotten about the vibrators but was quickly reminded. Tanya moaned loudly losing herself in the overwhelming pleasure.
Trish heard Tanya’s moan and struggled to see Tanya out of the corner of her eye. They had Tanya bound to a table like herself. Why were they doing this to them? Tanya and Trish locked glances crying out to each with their eyes right as they both climaxed and lost conciseness.
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Thanks for the read -Kira
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As you might imagine in a plantation slave story, language and treatment of the slaves gets nasty, including using the N word. If this kind of story offends you please do not read it and then complain. It is not real but is based on the way that slaves were treated back in the day.
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This is a fantasy about my fiance, please note I dont rape people.
