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The Nightmare, you love or you hate her. She is here for one reason and one reason only. To win, to win hard, and to fuck hard. Ok that’s like 3 reasons or something, but the fact is Syd will destroy you if you are not ready. The Scorpion is a hellcat feisty, nasty girl that grew up with brothers. She is street tough and takes shit from no one. That’s how it is in the real world. This is not the real world and no matter how mean you might act, this is the US and street tough girls tend to get fucked like loser sluts on the mat.

Olivia's pet Steven suffers in the dungeon, watching his Mistress pleasured by her "fuck whore", Michael.[story]

2006-05-16T18:46:00.000-07:00

It was quiet in the dungeon. Just as one would expect it to be. Buried underground in the sound proof basement no one would suspect its existence. The only sound at all was the slight shifting of the slave’s body as he tried to find a comfortable position in his cage. His cries had long since quieted. He had stopped rattling the bars of the cage hours ago. He knew his Mistress was not coming back for him. Not tonight anyway. If, in fact, it was still night. There were no windows. No light except from the bare bulb she had left on overhead. The computer screen where she had forced him to watch her playing with her other slave had gone dark with not even a screen saver to illuminate it. He had no idea that his Mistress could view him whenever she chose. There was only one thing he was certain of. He was naked, captive and caged.
Upstairs, where the real world still existed, Olivia was bidding her other slave goodbye. When she had awakened this morning she had found Michael to be much more submissive than when he walked through her door the night before. As she had expected, the ordeal she had put him through had subdued him. He had preformed the ultimate act of submission for her. Her ownership of him was now complete. Around his neck, he wore a thick silver chain she had presented him with this morning signifying his place as her slave. When they reached the door she reached out and placed her hand over his crotch.
“Who do you belong to Michael?”
“You, Mistress Olivia,” his hand reached to touch the chain he wore. “For the first time I feel truly owned. Thank you, Mistress.”
She smiled, pleased. “You will get to show me your appreciation soon. Just think in a few days you will be accompanying me on vacation. You will have three whole weeks to devote to me.”
“I look forward to it, Mistress.” He bent and kissed the top of her head before taking his leave. He did not see the wicked smile on her face as she shut the door behind him. Olivia leaned against it with a satisfied gleam in her eyes.
There would be no vacation of course. Not for Michael anyway. In a few days he would be joining her other slave in her dungeon. She pulled her black silken robe around herself as she walked to the kitchen. She felt pleased, satisfied, but most of all she felt alive. More alive than she had ever felt in her entire life. It was as if everything else had led up to this moment¼these moments, she corrected herself. She had been born to be a Mistress. And Michael and Steven had been born to be her slaves.
Wanting to prolong this moment, she entered the kitchen and made coffee. Though she normally did not eat breakfast she decided to prepare herself toast and marmalade. As she waited for the toast to be done, she opened the bottom cabinet and pulled out a large dog bowl, placing an unopened box of corn flakes next to it. She buttered the toast as soon as it pooped out of the toaster, poured herself a large mug of coffee and then she opened up her laptop. She spread the marmalade liberally on the bread as the picture came into focus. The camera was pointed directly at the cage. Olivia felt an exquisite tingle between her legs at her first glimpse of her slave. This was far better than anything she could have imagined.
At the simple sight of him her pussy was soaked and throbbing. Her nipples became taut with arousal. Taking a bite of her sweetened toast, she watched as poor Steven struggled with his confinement. He had been curled up, feet facing the cage door, resting his head on his arm. He turned from side to side apparently in search of comfort. But of course, there was none to be found. He rose to a crouched sitting position for a minute, turning his head as if looking for an escape. She smiled as she thought, ‘There is no escape for you, slave.’ His arms reached out and touched the bars overhead, as if by somehow touching them he could raise them enough to sit upright. In his frustration, he moved to his hands and knees, pacing the cage, looking like a magnificent wild animal forced to come to terms with his confinement.
She glanced at the wall clock hanging above her. It had been a little over twelve hours since she lured him into the cage and slammed the door closed with a solid bang, making a great show of clicking the three padlocks in place. Oh, how she had teased him to get him inside, the look on his face as she locked him in, his face pressed up against the bars as she turned off most of the lights and walked away, his cries when she told him she would be back for him in a day or two¼it was a memory she would savor always. She nibbled on her toast as he crawled to every corner of the cage, his nose peaking out between the bars. In his frustration, he laid back down again, only to be back on his knees mere seconds later. Taking a final sip of her coffee, she clicked the picture off. She rinsed out her cup and walked back over to the counter.
Once she had opened the box of cornflakes, she scooped her hand in and began to crumble up the flakes before depositing them in the bowl. Olivia decided three handfuls were enough for now and filled the bowl halfway with milk. A shiver of delightful anticipation ran through her, drenching her pussy again. She glanced at the bowl and determined it did not matter if the flakes got soggy. Leaving the bowl on the counter she returned to her room and lay down upon her soft bed. She pulled her robe open and picked up her small vibrator, placing it on her clit. Though she climaxed several times, she was still not satisfied. There was only one thing to do. She picked up the phone and hit a button. Michael answered before the first full ring went through.
“Where are you, slave?” she asked.
“I just picked up my briefcase and was headed to the office.”
She smiled. Her house was in the same direction. “Stop by here on the way. I need my pussy licked. I’ll leave the door open for you.” She disconnected before he could reply and waited for him with her legs spread.
Fifteen minutes later his face was buried between her thighs. Her hands were tangled in his hair as he licked and sucked. She found the sight of him in this position, wearing his Armani suit and tie, highly stimulating. She decided she was not going to allow him to rinse the pussy juice out of his neatly groomed beard or mustache. She wanted him to wear her scent all day.
“Is my pussy as good as the cock you sucked for me last night, slave?”
Michael did not even raise his head. “Better, Mistress.”
Her brow arched and she twined her leg around his neck, locking him in place. “Didn’t you enjoy sucking cock for me?”
“I loved it, Mistress, thank you. But nothing could be better than a slave being allowed to service his Mistress’s pussy.”
A satisfied smile crossed her face and she arched her back, pressing his face deeper into her. “Good answer, slave. For your reward you may lick me a little longer.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he mumbled against her and then he devoted himself fully to her pleasure. She took her fill of him, demanding he bring her to orgasm again and again over the next hour. Finally sated, she sent him off with a few well placed swats on his ass. Stretching languidly, she decided it was time to turn her attention to her other slave. With an irritated sigh, she spilled out his breakfast. It wouldn’t do to feed her pet soured milk so she went through the effort of crumbling more flakes of cereal for him. She unlocked the first door and made her way down the basement steps. A second door was unlocked as well. Olivia then reached into her pocket and pointed the remote at the heavy metal sliding door she had installed. It could only be operated by remote or a code. Once a slave found his way into her dungeon there would be no escape for him until she decided he had earned his release.
Steven’s head perked up at the sound. He was flooded with relief, rage, fear and excitement. He was also tired and uncomfortable and the uppermost thought in his mind was that at last he was finally going to be released. He crawled to the front of the cage, ready for her to unlock it. So preoccupied was he, by the thought of regaining his freedom, that he did not even look at her as she approached. His hands were clenched around the bars. Despite himself his cock struggled to harden in the chastity device she had locked him into. The points pressed cruelly into his tender flesh. He struggled with himself to keep silent. He wanted to rage and complain about being locked down here all night, left in a cage with nothing but the hard floor to sleep on. But now that Mistress was near and he was about to be freed, he decided that maybe it had not been so very bad. He thought it might be best to keep his thoughts and his anger to himself, otherwise Mistress might dismiss him forever and he had become too devoted to her to imagine never serving her again.
Her footsteps approached, the high heels of her slippers loud in the silent dungeon. His was not sure what was expected of him, so he stayed exactly as he was. Though his body thrilled at her presence, his mind was still another matter. He was afraid if he looked into her eyes she might see some of the anger that lingered inside him.
Olivia’s arousal mounted as she approached him. It was almost at a fever pitch and she wished that she could use him immediately. But she knew that she could not. She stopped at the edge of the cage and looked down at him. Oh, there was no doubt that this far exceeded her expectations. Placing the bowl of cereal on the floor, she bent down and touched his check. Her laughter rang out as he jumped from her as if she had touched him with a hot iron.
“How is my pet this morning?” she asked her tone soft and gentle.
He looked up at her as if he had somehow been betrayed, “Not good, Mistress.”
Immediately her hand shot out and slapped his cheek hard, causing him to cry out. “Is that anyway to greet your Mistress?” she demanded.
He shrank back from her instinctively. He noticed the bowl on the floor and cried out without thought. She couldn’t mean to keep him in here, he thought frantically. But the bowl implied she did. He tried to calm himself. Perhaps the bowl was a warning. If he displayed bad behavior now, she might just leave him here a little longer. His mind racing, he decided it might be best for him to appear properly submissive after his night of punishment.
“No, Mistress. I apologize.”
Mistress Olivia’s eyes raked over him. He was kneeling, his head bowed. But she could sense the impertinence in him, despite his words and his position.
“You must be taught to show me respect and to greet me properly.”
Steven looked up into the strict, beautiful face and felt a shiver go through him, one of pleasure and dread. As always he wondered at this odd mixture that seemed to fuel him in her presence.
“Did you hear me, slave?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Olivia walked over to the very edge of the cage, pointing her foot toward him. “You are to show your respect and gratitude by kissing my feet each time I come down here to grant my pet some time.”
Her words thundered in his ears. His body trembled involuntarily, like a scared puppy. Mind racing, he wondered what she meant when she said each time she came down to spend time with him. She couldn’t possibly intend to keep him here?
Her hand was on his head, petting him, directing him downward. “It’s okay, pet,” her soothing words consoled him. “If you show me you can be a good boy, I might let you out to play.”
He could not control the whine that escaped his lips. His misery was abject, yet he was intensely aroused. His cock thumped against its cage just as a tail might thump against the floor. The conflict he felt within himself raged quietly inside, his confusion entrapping him more than the human pet cage she confined him to. Without warning, he felt the lash of the crop against his back.
“Pet!” her tone was firm. She expected his obedience and she expected it now. He was almost relieved as he realized that she was taking the choice away from him. If he wanted his freedom he would have to obey. It was simple really. He was the one making this difficult for both of them. She was his Mistress after all and he wanted to please her. He lowered his head down to the floor, his ass raised up behind him. Olivia felt a gush of wet heat between her legs as she watched his tongue dart out between the bars as his lips struggled to reach her foot. No sooner had he kissed it, than she moved away, pointing her foot towards him at another end of the cage.
She continued with this game until he was crawling back and forth, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he struggled to keep up with her movements. She gave him a taste or two of the crop when he wasn’t quick enough. She praised him by saying “Good pet,” when he pleased her and she noticed that this spurred him on. This showed her she would have to use a firm hand with him during this next phase of his training. Olivia knew that there would be times he found his captivity overwhelming and he would be willful and act out towards her. But she also knew he craved this, needed this, and it was up to her to guide him and make him a good slave. She would be merciful by being extremely strict and quick to punish. It was the only way. When she tired of the game, she moved away from his cage.
“To your corner,” she ordered keeping her eyes on him carefully to be sure he obeyed.
He flushed, still excited by showing his Mistress just how obedient he could be.
“Which corner pleases you, Mistress?”
She smiled. He was going to be a joy to train. “The right corner at the end of the cage.”
As soon as he positioned himself there, his ass resting on the heels of his feet, she unlocked the feeding door and slid his cereal inside, quickly slamming the small opening shut. “You have earned a reward, slut. Come eat your breakfast. Crawl on your hands and knees and do not use your hands. You are to eat from the bowl just like any other pet.”
She sensed his hesitation. Picking up her crop, she walked slowly over to him. Her lips curved with pleasure as she watched his ass rise as he hurried to crawl to the bowl. She almost cooed with delight as she watched him sniff at it curiously. She was quite sure he was unaware of what an arousing sight he was at that precise moment. His eyes lifted to hers for a second, almost pleading with her not to force him to eat this way, but he quickly lowered them back to the bowl. She felt an almost stunning flood of arousal as she watched his tongue dart out and he began to feed from the dog bowl. After a moment’s consideration, she decided there was no reason to deny herself the pleasure she craved. She pulled a stool near the cage and rested her feet on the rungs beneath it. Then she slowly opened her legs and turned on the massager, positioning it directly on her clit. Olivia moaned immediately, Steven’s head shot up from his breakfast. He looked at her with pure yearning in his eyes as he pushed his face up against the bars.
His Mistress had kept her eyes slightly open and she admonished her pet. “Finish up your meal. What Mistress does is not your concern.”
He whined. His nose and mouth ached to smell and taste her. His needs were purely primal, his cock almost burned for her touch. He began to pant as he saw her juices, as he watched her back arch. He wanted his moans of pleasure to mingle with hers. Through half slit eyes she watched her pet lust for her. She knew if she touched his chest his heart would be racing. His hips started to sway as if that could bring some relief to his tortured cock. His chest was heaving and his tongue hung from his mouth as he strained against the bars to be near her. Seeing him that way stimulated her arousal to depths she had so far only dreamed about and she exploded against the massager. He whimpered and rose to his knees as if to beg for just a small taste of her. Olivia’s excitement was so intense that she growled at her slave. Her hand gripped the crop and she slid from the stool, “Obey me and eat! Or I will whip you until I make your ass cry.”
He cowered from her immediately. He had never seen a woman look more gorgeous or more ferocious than his Mistress and his heart swelled with pride that he belonged to her. Her hand tightened on his hair and he felt the sting of the crop against his back. He had no doubt she would whip him soundly and he reluctantly went back to lapping at the mushy cereal in his bowl.

The lovely Kathy Ryan must pretend she is the compliant wife to Abul, a man she has every reason to loathe.[story]

2006-05-05T15:40:00.000-07:00

The well-appointed jet arose from The Facility airstrip and headed east at 35,000 feet. Kathy had expected Miko and Mi Jong to accompany her, but she and the hated Abul were the only passengers. In the past six weeks, Kathy had not seen Abul in anything but a caftan or robe. Now, dressed in a black business suit, a brown shirt and dark tie, he looked like a Mafia thug. When they were seated, he grinned at her showing the broken stubs of his yellow teeth. She turned away. His hand tightened painfully on her wrist. “Listen to me, bitch. You must never do that,” he hissed. “When I speak to you, you will look at me with respect. At all other times, you will keep your eyes lowered. You will address me as ‘husband’ and use affectionate terms whenever it is possible to do so. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Abul demanded.

“Yes master...I mean, yes husband...I understand.” Once again she was struck by the unimaginable fact that she was calling this murderer of her beloved Jeff, ‘husband’. How could that be? Abul, the most despised of all men. The filthy, ignorant, coward six months ago would not dare to speak to her on the street. He was waiting for her to say more. “I will obey you in all things,” she said.

“Now, show me your cunt.” Despising him, Kathy lifted her skirt in the front and back until it was gathered at her waist. She turned toward him and parted her legs. As often as she had been forced to do this, the color rose to her cheeks. Abul nodded, “That’s better,” he said. “Do you like exposing yourself to me in this way? Do you want to show Abul your cunt?”

“Yes. I do.” She saw that he wanted a more complete answer. “I mean, yes, Abul I like exposing myself to you. I want to show you my...cunt if doing so pleases you.”

Abul leaned forward, “I see you are wearing the cap.” From his inside coat pocket he took the familiar remote and waved it at her. “Perhaps if I am satisfied with you I will let you finger yourself in some public place once or twice during the next two weeks.”

Have you ever finger-fucked yourself where others could see?”

“No, of course not.”

“But if I permitted it?”

Kathy looked away then back at him, “I would do it and...and be grateful.”

Smiling, Abul replaced the remote in his pocket. “Mr. Satomi’s rule that you are not to be fucked is still in effect, so no matter how much you beg me to fuck your cunt, I will not. You will soon be begging me to fuck you, am I correct?”

She looked up at him. “Yes, husband, I know that soon I will be begging you.” Being forced to call him “husband” was worse than the whip. It reminded her again of the unimaginable difference between this cruel coward and her Jeff. Although she’d been made to demean herself in the most disgusting ways, she still held strongly to her religious beliefs. The sanctity of marriage was something she cherished. Even to pretend she was Abul’s wife was blasphemous. But she knew he would make her beg, force her to call him ‘husband’. And she would...she would beg Jeff’s murderer to fuck her.

Abul covered her breast with his hand and squeezed. “Begging me to fuck your cunt will do no good but your mouth and ass will be fucked many times. Keep in mind that each negative report from me will earn your young sister-in-law at least twenty-five lashes from the whip.” He waited for her to respond.

“I promise to do my best to please you,” Kathy said, her eyes lowered, her cheeks red with shame and anger. Through the silk of her blouse his hand on her breast was hot. It caused her nipples to stiffen. He couldn’t help but know.

“I expect you will try your best, but we both realize your best is never quite good enough.” He slid his calloused hand along the inside of her bare thigh.

She gripped the seat as she stared at his thin, dark fingers with their dirt-encrusted nails. His touch never failed to cause her stomach to churn and the bile to rise in her throat. Although she tried to prevent it, her slit was wet when his finger entered it. “As always,” he said, “your cunt betrays you, Mrs. Ryan. It tells us what you are.” He paused. “Tighten,” he said. She clenched her vaginal muscles so that he had difficulty moving his finger. “Milk it,” he said. She tightened and relaxed the pressure while pushing out and pulling in as she’d been trained. “Ahh, yes,” he grinned at her, “your cunt is like a hot little mouth. When you are eventually permitted to fuck, many men will want you. You might be fucked eight or ten times a night by a number of Mr. Satomi’s acquaintances. That’s now your reason for living, Mrs. Ryan, to give your young body to older men…men who are rich. Your only purpose in life will be to make your young hot cunt always available to them for their pleasure.”

He withdrew his finger, which glistened with her juices. He held it up to her causing her to blush. Then, he placed it on her lips. Obediently, she parted them. He slid his dirty finger into her mouth. She tasted the grit under his long fingernail. “You convinced Mr. Satomi that your independent spirit is broken,” Abul leaned toward her, his eyes burning with anger. “Mr. Satomi is no fool, but you deceived him. You were very clever, Mrs. Ryan, in succeeding to escape me. If you had been given to me for the full year of your contract, you probably would not have survived?” It was a question. He withdrew his finger.

She lowered her eyes and nodded, “That is true. I would not have survived.”

“But for the next two weeks you are mine. You belong to me.”

“Yes, I am yours.”

“In your grand American house you will prove to my friends just what it means to belong to Abul.” He placed his hand on her knee, spreading her legs wider. He looked down at her pussy lips. “As I said, your cunt tells us what you really are. What are you, Mrs. Ryan? Look at me and tell me what, in the short time since your husband’s death, you have become.”

She raised her eyes to his leering face, “In the short time since...since...my husband’s death, I have become Abul’s woman...Abul’s American whore.”

“His hand tightened painfully on her knee. “You do not say it with conviction. You do not say it as if you are pleased to be my woman. They sound like empty words. There is no affection.” He released her knee and glared at her, “The next time I ask you, I want to hear it. I want to hear in your voice that you are proud to belong to Abul,” he growled. Reclining his seat, he was soon snoring, his mouth open, his whiskey and garlic breath sickening her.

My God, she thought, we are going back to where this horrible nightmare began. She glanced at Abul. This stinking, cruel foreigner will be in my home. He will sleep in the bed Jeff and I shared. I am to introduce him as my new husband. I am to spend fourteen nights in my own bed with this ugly man who hates me as much as I hate him! I will be forced to suck his rancid cock. I will be made to beg him to...to...fuck my ass.

Just the idea of it was pushing her to the limit of what she felt she could endure. The reality of Abul in her bed assuming Jeff’s place might very well send her over the edge. I am now to pretend to be the wife of Abul...my God, she thought, ‘it is beyond imagining!’ Miko said Abul wants to show me off to his friends, which means I’m to be given to them, made to suck their foul smelling cocks, made to offer my...my ass for them to fuck.

What kind of people might Abul have associated with in Pittsburgh? The obvious answer terrified her. He would not know anyone except those who assisted him in planning the murder of her husband. Now, every passing minute was bringing her closer to those who helped Abul to kill poor Jeff. She was returning to the house she and Jeff shared. Accompanying her was the cowardly thug who brought about his death. For the next two weeks she would be the whore and the wife to this man! At night, in bed, her bare breasts against his chest, his wet mouth on her parted lips...his tongue! The thought of it wrenched her heart and brought a flood of tears to her eyes.

When she felt Abul was soundly asleep, she pulled her skirt down to her knees. She tried to think of something positive. There was nothing. The best she could do was the fact that Abul was wearing shoes so she didn’t have to look at his repulsive feet. Kathy dozed for half an hour before she was awakened by a painful jab from Abul’s elbow. “Fix your mouth,” he demanded. “I told the crew you would suck them off.”

“Please, Abul, you can’t mean it. Here? The crew?” Kathy looked at him in disbelief.

Abul chuckled, “Your new husband takes pleasure in seeing his American wife kneel before other men and take their pricks into her pretty mouth.” He grabbed her upper arm and squeezed. “It isn’t like you never sucked cock before. It’s one of the things you were trained to do at the facility.” He let go of her and grinned. How many pricks have you sucked in the last six weeks, Mrs. Ryan?”

“She turned her head away from him, “I...I...don’t remember,” she whispered.

“Make up your face and do what you’re told, you bitch!” he said. With trembling fingers, Kathy applied fresh lipstick and gloss. When she finished, Abul pressed a button at his armrest. The aisle between the spacious leather seats was wide. Abul pointed to it. “Kneel,” he said. “Open your blouse. Abul’s wife must make it easy for the men she services to play with her titties.”

Kathy got to her knees and unbuttoned her blouse. Abul signaled the cockpit again. After a few moments, the grey haired pilot, whose nationality she couldn’t determine, stood in front of her. He reached down and squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples. She unzipped him and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. Within three minutes he came in her mouth. Two other crewmembers followed. She quickly sucked them and dutifully swallowed their cum. No one had spoken a word, except when each man finished, he thanked Abul. All three ignored her.

She buttoned her blouse. Abul said nothing. He closed his eyes again. She remained kneeling in the aisle. She tried to recall Madam Khe’s words about Mary Margaret. The thought that her lovely innocent sister-in-law had been taken from a convent and within hours made to witness Kathy’s obscene trial brought fresh tears to her eyes. Madam Khe had said that Mr. Satomi began to make tapes of herself and Mary Margaret, and that his primary goal had been to gain complete control over Mary Margaret. Certainly, that had to mean Mr. Satomi was not going to give the girl to Abul. Kathy felt somewhat comforted. No fate for Mary Margaret could be worse than to be married to the murdering coward who sat beside her now.

Abul kept Kathy on her knees for two hours before taking out his own limp prick and crooking a finger at her. “Tongue my balls,” he sneered. Painfully she crawled between his legs and, lifting his cock, began to lick his sweaty testicles. His odious, thick veined penis swelled. She skinned back the uncircumcised cockhead and took it in her mouth. When Abul was about to cum, he made her stop until his prick began to soften. “Tell me how much you want it,” he said. “Speak words of affection and remember to call me ‘husband’. You might also think of your sister-in-law at the Facility.”

In the past twenty-four hours she had thought of little else. “Please,” she said, her eyes still lowered, “let me suck you.” He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “I...I...mean, please...husband permit me to make love to your...to your cock.” He continued to glare down at her while he twisted her hair painfully. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. He released her. Still looking up at him, she parted her lips and licked them. She reached out to take his cock between her small hands, “Please, Abul...I mean, please husband, use my mouth. Look at my lips. They are warm and wet. I want your cum...please let me have your cum,” she said. Roughly, he pulled her head toward his prick. Her knees were sore and her legs cramped. She closed her swollen lips over his cock and sucked hard, making whimpering sounds in the hope that he would cum this time. He made her suck until her jaws ached. Finally, grunting and swearing, he thrust his cock deep into her throat and came in long spurts, his sour tasting jism thick and hot. “Don’t you spill a fuckin drop, bitch,” he said. She sucked hard drawing her cheeks in. She sucked until he was dry.

“What does Abul’s new wife say?” he asked sarcastically.

“Thank you, husband,” she answered. She thought to herself that it might be possible in the next two weeks to find a way to kill him.

“Put my prick back in my pants and zip me up. Then fix your face and sit here beside me.”

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Even though these two are divorced, Christina still goes to her ex Sean when the naughty brat needs her bottom spanked[story]

2006-05-03T16:28:00.000-07:00

Lost in his thoughts Sean McDonough was surprised out of his reverie for a second time that day by another knock on his office door. However, this time he didn’t need to answer, for the door opened without an invitation and his ex-wife, Christina, swept into the office.
“Oh, how are you, my sweet?” she said, moving briskly to his side and planting an affectionate kiss on his cheek as her arms wrapped around his neck.
He pushed her away. “I’m just fine, brat, now behave yourself and take a seat.”
“Ooo, you’re a little testy today?” she murmured.
“I’m always testy,” he commented drolly.
Christina sashayed her full round butt around the desk and dropped it into the chair Lauren Elliot had recently warmed. The bright-hearted woman had a bounteous body, and a face full of charm, surrounded by a halo of naturally curly ash-blonde hair. There was a gentle radiance about her, though even at nearly thirty years old there was a childish quality to her appearance—and a good deal of sexual tease. Christina was always licking her boldly painted lips, and her droopy eyes often suggested she was ready for sex—which she usually was.
“So, what’s brought you here today, Christy?”
“Michael told me to get my bottom paddled.” Michael was her latest lover, nice guy, but he was no match for Christina Gleason-McDonough when she was out of control. Alcohol, spendthrift shopping, wild parties and occasional drug binges were typical obsessions that created messy moments with the men that loved her. Michael, discovering that her ex-husband was still more than willing to discipline the wayward vixen, sent her to him the instant he saw one of her crazes about to hit. The methodology kept their relationship alive for nearly two years—Christina’s longest except for the two and half years she spent with Sean.
“And why this time?” he asked.
“Ummmm,” she scrunched up her nose like a little kid. “What if we just forget the reason and you get on with punishing me?”
“No, you’re going to tell me everything like you usually do.”
“Well,” she was hedging. This must be a real doosey, Sean thought. She batted her long eyelashes like a cute coquette and pursed her lips into a pout.
“Christina, you want me to spank it from you before I start the punishment?”
“Oh, no!”
He waited, annoyed with the delay.
She took a deep breath and then suddenly spit it out all at once in the abbreviated version, “I got drunk last night, mad at Michael, left the house, climbed in the car, and was halfway down the street before he finally got me to stop.” She cocked her head waiting for her ex to respond.
He shook his head disgusted, and as the news settled in, she could see him breathing a little harder with his ire aroused. This ritual repeated itself all too frequently to suit him. Although he had a decided passion for spanking women, his ex-wife was too often a danger to herself and other people.
“You’re mad, aren’t you?” she said, as she felt his silent anger brew with each second that ticked by. The quiet descending around them was exhilarating, if not a little scary.
“You know I should throttle you as soon as spank you,” Sean finally retorted.
Ooo, he was aroused, she was thinking. And she so loved the look of him when she was on the verge of getting spanked.
“Better yet, you belong in jail.”
“Oh, it’s not that serious.” She looked alarmed.
“It’s damn serious, Christina, when you take off in a car drunk. It’s a felony. You could kill yourself or someone else. And you act as if it’s not a big deal.” He rose from his chair, eyes glaring.
“I wasn’t really going anywhere,” she tried to explain.
“You were reckless, self-indulgent, stupid and totally thoughtless,” he shot back. He was around the side of his desk in seconds, “Now, get up.”
The fire in him burned hot, as hotly as it burned in her—though it was of a different sort. She shrunk back in her chair suddenly so scared that she could hardly move. Though, once she did, she moved fast, pulled to her feet with Sean’s swift jerk of her arm. He brusquely flung her over the end of his desk, and raising her short skirt, he began paddling her derriere with the wood school paddle.
“Ouch! That hurts!” she blared.
He wasn’t stopping. He peppered her behind until it stung like fire—these first smacks over top of her panties might as well have been on her naked behind they burned so badly.
“Damn it, Sean! Can’t you let up?” she stamped her feet and wrenched to one side, which only made the paddle strike her nastily on the side of her left ass cheek. “Ouch!”
Abruptly changing tactics, Sean pulled the brat to her feet. He took a quick swipe at her panties, exposing her pink bottom, then smacked her with the palm of his hand. “Listen to me, Christine, you come to me because you need this, and I’m going to give it to you hard. Don’t tell me you can’t stand it. Don’t bitch and don’t complain. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered meekly, his message cutting through her complaints like a knife through butter.
“Now bend over.”
Christina haltingly obeyed. Her ass was already hot enough for her to enjoy the spreading warmth, but her enjoyment would only be short-lived. Sean had the paddle in his hand again and was drawing back his muscled arm. A good two dozen firm strikes proceeded at a methodical clip. He alternated cheeks and placement making certain that all of her two fleshy orbs were a flaming red by the time he finally finished.
She was ready to jump up the moment he laid the paddle on the desk, but he pushed her back in place.
“Today, you’re getting the cane,” he said.
“No, Sean!” she whined. “I hate the cane.”
“Yes, I know. Maybe it will make a more lasting impression.”
She squinted as though she was scared to death, but she didn’t make a move to get away. Watching him, she could see the sheer determination in his expression—he was really mad this time, not just fuming a little over some small err in judgment. As he pulled the dreaded bamboo from his coat closet, she shuddered from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes.
“Oh, gawd, I hate this,” she lamented.
“And, I’m really glad,” he said as his eyes widened deviously just to terrorize her more. “Maybe, you’ll get the message this time.” He stepped back behind her, gripped the cane tightly, and whisked the implement through the air letting it land dead center on her hot pink cheeks.
Thwack!
“Yikes!” she jumped up and danced for several seconds, then returned to the pose.
“Stay still!” he ordered, and she clung to the sides of the desk so hard her knuckles went white. She gritted her teeth and waited for the next cut.
Swoosh! Thwack!
“Ooooo, nooooooooo.”
Sean rattled off several more and her cries rose as nasty wails. She shuddered and stamped her feet but remained in place until there were twelve hot searing lines of red emerging on the bright surface of her ass.
“Now, sit down,” he ordered as he put the cane and paddle away. “On your naked ass,” he added for good measure.
She obeyed, “Damn, this hurts.”
“Good. And I hope it hurts for days. You’ve got to grow up, Christina. You’ve got to stop drinking and doing drugs…” he shook his head.
“I know,” she said with a sad little pout. She started to grin just slightly, staring her ex-husband in the eye, and then said, dreamily, “you ever wonder if we should get back together? I mean we…”
“No, Christy, that would be a disaster I wouldn’t wish on either one of us. You stick with Michael, and I’ll do the spanking—at least for a while. But, you’re going to have to shape up soon because I’m not going to be around to take care of things much longer.”
“Oh, why not?” she looked concerned. “You’re not going away again, are you?”
“In a month, to a South Pacific Island.”
“And what’s going to happen when I’m naughty?” Her playful grin was charmingly childish.
“You’re going to behave yourself, or Michael’s going to have to spank you himself. Actually, I think it would do him a world of good and take a load off my mind.”
“I thought you liked this arrangement?”
“You’re nearly thirty, Christy. Time you grew up. Get spanked for fun, but quit doing things to get spanked for. Now get out of here before I give you another twelve with the cane. Be sure Michael sees the cuts and him see me before I leave. If he’ll punish you himself while I’m gone, I’ll gladly lend him my cane.”
The idea sent a shiver of fear through the saucy blond and Christina scampered out the room almost before her skirt went down over her naked behind. Sean did have a way with her, no other man did. Despite the lingering throb from the biting cane, there was definitely a river of pleasure running through her aroused body. She couldn’t wait to get home and show Michael the results of the session.

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Two sexy, needy women get the just desserts they deserve from the men they desire... with surprisingly erotic consequences.[story]

2006-04-29T17:16:00.000-07:00

Nearly a week into Daniela’s trial period, Miles called the sexy dark-haired maid into his den after supper. Although it was nearly eight o’clock, the sky was still light while hints of a brilliant sunset were becoming increasingly apparent. The den glowed with a soft golden color, and as she entered, the maid could barely see where Miles was sitting.

She stood nervously for several minutes, waiting for him to speak.

“Tell me, what kind of job did you perform today?” Miles' tone lowered to one that was intentionally forceful.

“Not a very good one.” Her voice quavered and the poor girl looked miserable.

“Lots of mistakes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You understand what that means?”

“Yes, sir.” Her lower lip quivered while her eyes suddenly flooded with tears.

The girl was devastated by the prospect of being punished again, but she knew that she had little choice. She did, of course, deserve it.

“Sir, please!” she wanted to plead for mercy, although that plea was drowned out in the quick activity of her body going over her master's knee. Miles jerked her down into his lap, a move she instinctively fought with some degree of spunk.

“You were warned. You knew what to expect. Don’t you dare fight me now!”

He placed his right leg over her legs and held her at the waist with his one hand, while picking up the paddle on the table beside him with the other. He pulled her dress up and her panties down, and had the paddle exploding against her clenched ass cheeks all within five seconds time.

The hard wood crashed against her bouncing derriere, blistering her ass end and causing pain enough to have her shrieking angrily. The first skirmish had her twisting against him so hard that it was difficult to hold her thrashing body. Miles wisely paused long enough for the pain to subside, as well as her vigorous struggle. When he started in again, her response was less violent, more a fitful discomfort punctuated by a few sharp cries as she tried to contain her emotions. He paused again, and often, during the lengthy punishment, gradually slowing down the cadence of smacks when it was clear that the girl was enjoying the sensation, and rather than feeling pain, was sexually aroused.

She began to groan, her voice throaty and erotic.

Miles knew then that he had her…the first and maybe the only major battle with the maid had been won. The erotic response from the girl was exactly what he's hoped for.

“You’re turned on, Daniela,” he stated the obvious, barely containing his own feral excitement.

Daniela immediately seized up, even as her body cried out for more.

***

While Miles continued punishing his maid, his estranged wife, the glamorous blonde beauty Jessica paced her upstairs sitting room, her nervous energy climbing the walls around her.

Five days! Harry never made her wait five, fucking days!

Jessica’s choices were few for relieving the hard ache she’d been carrying with her for days. At one time, she could count on Miles for the sex she needed, but that time had long since passed. Her lover Brett might be counted on, but they were now seriously estranged. The fact was: it was Harry, only Harry Sontag she wanted now, and all he would do was hide like a mouse in her psyche and taunt her. The prick! He even knew he was a prick and he didn’t care. All a matter of pride for him.

She could go to him, but he’d throw her out. She might get a hard slap on the face for even trying to seduce him, trying to bait him, whatever she needed to do to make him act. That slap would be satisfying, but hardly satisfying enough.

She could call him again – but he’d most likely hang up and make her wait even longer.

“Bastard!” she suddenly cried out and banged her pretty fist against the wall. Then she slumped against her sitting room wall, ready to spill her tears.

“Didn’t know I could piss you off that much.”

The low timbre of the familiar voice knocked Jessica sane again.

Oh! Fuck! She figuratively shook her head in amazement. The man’s a diabolical genius…

What irony, she almost laughed at herself as she remained coyly slumped in misery against the wall, fully cognizant now and trying to decide her next move. Succumb to him? Or fight him tooth and nail? Not an easy choice.

Finally knowing she had to say something or Harry would just up and leave, she collected her wits, stood up straight and turned around, looking as gracefully alluring as ever – as if he’d never seen her moment of weakness.

“What makes you think I was pissed at you?” she asked him, with enough sugar in her syrupy voice to make anyone gag.

He laughed. “You said my name, bitch.”

“Oh? I don’t recall that.”

“Ranting women rarely remember what they scream about.”

Ranting? Had she been ranting? Had she really said his name, or was he just making it up?

He took her in with his eyes, from head to toe, stopping for a long drink of the body encased inside her transparent black robe. Even her nipples were exposed, the crack of her ass from behind and her pale pussy from the front… all as if a dark shadow had passed over her significant body parts. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded luxuriously about her shoulders.

“What kind of outfit is that supposed to be?”

“You like it?” This was not the normal take charge Harry speaking. The one that would throw her to the floor without thinking, or slap her face, or demand the slavish subservience he wanted from her. He left the air between them longing, waiting for the bombs to land and the artillery to arrive. What was keeping them, Jessica wondered – making small talk about her sexy robe?

Harry sensed her quandary and chuckled under his breath. Then he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and lit one. He knew how much she hated him smoking in her rooms, no doubt the reason he made a point of lighting up. “You want me to slap you down, don’t you?” He took a long drag and looked around for an ashtray, which he wouldn’t find.

“Well, the thought had crossed my mind,” she answered, committing to nothing. She grabbed a coffee mug from the table beside her. “Here, use this.”

“Thanks.” He tapped his ashes into the mug. “That slapping thing is your game, Jess, not mine.”

She didn’t believe that for a minute. “You can have whatever you want, Harry. I humbled myself enough to say that. I mean it.” Her body was like a thundering storm about to strike – but not yet ready. Not until Harry was.

“I told you that’s a dangerous promise to make,” he said.

“Maybe so, but I am… ”

“You are what? Desperate… you’re obviously desperate when you come after me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Don’t lie, bitch.” He deposited his burning cigarette into the coffee cup, set it down and made up the six feet distance between them in the blink of an eye. He grabbed for her hair, locking his hand inside it, twisting it till it hurt her head. Dragging her by the golden locks from the sitting room to her bedroom, he threw her on the mattress.

“That what you want?” he asked.

Without waiting for an answer, he covered her body with his. His mouth moved on hers and his hand shoved its way between her legs. He yanked her snatch and bit her lip, drawing both out, hurting her enough to make her suffer.

After a minute of clenched battle, he rose up slightly and unbuckled his belt with one hand and pulled it free. Then he looped it round her neck and held it tightly to her throat, all while biting her lips between their hard, tongue-lapping kisses. His pants were opened, his cock pulled free, and he stabbed her with the erection, fucking her hot wet valley until he exploded, his pent-up cum shot deep inside her and he came out dripping against her thigh. He’d dropped the hold on the belt to do this, though it was still lying loose around her neck. Pulling out of her pussy, he rose above her body, straddled her face, and fed her mouth his sagging member.

“Suck it, Jess!”

She sucked, drawing the flesh into her mouth and toward the back of her throat. She opened to take him; she had to. He was practically sitting on her face, force feeding her mouth, expecting nothing less than her slavish service. The erection pulsed back to life for a time.

But finally satisfied with her effort, he pulled off the bed and dragged her limp body onto the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t wanna ask stupid questions.”

He joined her there, setting her up on hands and knees first, then shoving her head to the hardwood and pulling her arms behind her, high against her back. He knew where she kept her rope in the bedside table, and had her wrists quickly roped and the long end wound over her shoulders, effectively binding her hands out of the way in a painful knot.

That done, he stood up, grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a long drag.

With the edge in him gone, he sat down in a chair just a foot away. “So, was it good for you?” he asked.

Jessica expected him to mock her, he never failed to. Never failed to make her feel worthless and small. But then, that was the point.

“C’mon, answer me, bitch,” he growled, shoving her with his foot. “Lemme see your face.”

She knew better than to lift up her head – unless she wanted his boot crushed against it holding her down. She turned her face toward him, her cheek still to the floor.

“Yes, it was good, Harry. It’s always good for me.”

“But it’s not enough, is it?”

“I’d be lying if said I didn’t want more.”

“Oh, you will get more. It’s gonna be a long night.”
***

In the den below, Daniela’s paddling was coming to an end.

Once it was clear to Miles that the maid was aroused by the stinging action of the wood, he put the paddle aside and started to spank her with his hand, first to keep the ongoing pain at a peak, and then so he could begin to massage her throbbing rear. Her scarlet flesh was hot to his touch, like embers smoldering beneath ash. The skin was soft and yet raw; the feel of it was a sensuous turn-on, exactly what a man of his desires most enjoyed. The less he spanked her, the more he rubbed the maid’s beautiful flesh, the more he dropped his hand between her parted cheeks and dove for the wet portal in the nest between her thighs.

The girl responded with sighs that became more rapturous when his fingers went directly to the delicate opening of her vagina. He circled it slowly with a finger, then deftly poked inside to hear her gasp…

“Oh, sir, ohhhhhhh,” her breathy exclamations fed his lust.

She twisted now with the erotic anguish of being not…quite…there. And when he sensed her body about to explode, he pulled his hand away and several times smacked her ass as fiercely as he had before. Her crotch squirmed against his leg with the effect of sending a shooting pain directly to his rising erection. He eased when her body seemed on the verge of rebelling, and continued with the sexual massage, hearing her cooing, seething, sighing noises rise again.

Inside the embracing feel of her master’s body, Daniela careened through the chaos of her emotions – anger, mirth, rapture, again a white hot anger, a teeming rage, then a sexual joy so profound that she thought she’d died and been transformed beyond the grave.

By the time the master reached deep into her private portal to toy with her sexually, there was no fight left in her body, now so weary from the intense pain.

He placed one finger in her vagina, another on her clit, a third at her anus and worked them all, until her body became a frenzied mass of quivering flesh.

“Ooo, um, ohmygod.” Her hips started to thrash against him; she could feel his crotch heat exploding on her body. “Yes, yes more!”

Attacking more forcefully, he shook her entire bottom end until everything in her seized up in a biting climax that seemed to rise up beyond her body and extend to the ends of her nerves. His forceful hand worked her almost defiantly, not ceasing until it must have been apparent that she was too exhausted for more.

During the first few minutes after the alarming climax, Daniela lay limp as a rag over the master’s knees, feeling his warm hand gently massage her hot cheeks and the throbbing furrow below. Had she not been so spent, her body might have responded again to his pleasing touch with another orgasm. But by now, that was painful to even think about.
“On your knees, girl,” she heard the master speak.
He parted his legs, and with a surprising grace she fell between them to her knees, her face poised before his crotch. His body language was all that was needed to communicate his desire – one she acted on with little hesitation despite her naiveté about such things. The moment could not be complete without expressing her gratitude. She opened his pants, pulled his erection from inside and rose up on her knees, taking the organ deep into her mouth.

***

Harry threaded a thick rope under Jessica’s bound arms and attached it to the hanging light in the center of the room, not particularly caring if the fixture would hold. He brought her to her tiptoes, suspended and ready for him to beat at will – this was what she wanted. A crowd to watch might have been better, but there was no crowd tonight. Just the two. The matched

He started spanking her, although there was nothing formal in the effort. He struck wherever his hand happened to land. Sure, he’d give her ass a good reddening. But he moved on to roast her thighs with smacks that stung so much, they made her shriek. When he moved to her front side, he sidled up close, so that she was almost leaning against his chest. His mouth was close enough for her to smell the foul cigarette stench in his breath. She breathed this in like an aphrodisiac, then forgot all about it with her next breath. His hand came down violently on her crotch, working up to a punctuated rhythm good only for suffering through. She thrust her head back, crying through the worst of it and writhing with some sexual implications when he eased off for even a moment.

“So is this what you want, huh?” He smacked hard again. “Huh? You gonna answer me? Or am I gonna hafta get rough, gentle lady?”

“You know I need you, Harry.”

“Need me, but never want me. That’s the story of my life. I can put a bitch like you in heaven, but you can’t be bothered to comb the pit of hell with me. What gives? Huh?”
“What do you need from me, Harry?”

“You gotta figure that out on your own.” Hitting too close to his own hurt, he changed the subject – typical for Harry. “How about I pry this pretty ass apart?”

He was already thick in the midst of his plan, dragging a chair across the hardwood floor. Scraping the wood – chilling, like fingernails on a blackboard.

Then Harry sat down with a bottle of lube, Jessica’s butt in his face, and started working his hand inside her anal cleft. “You’re gonna like it, honey, when my hand’s all the way up inside you.”

Jessica was too far gone to let the horror of his plan register in her gut. Good thing. If it did, she’d clench up in all the wrong places and they’d be battling all night. If nothing else, Harry was a patient prick. If his plans didn’t work out to his liking on the first try, he didn’t force the issue – in this case his hand – but he kept on trying until he had the result he wanted. Having bothered with the chair was the first clue that suggested this could take a long while.

He went up dry to start, knowing just how pissed it made her.

“I could be a real prick, you know.” He had three fingers opening the rim of her anus. Felt like sand against the delicate skin.

“But you won’t, Harry,” she said, scared.

“You think I won’t.”

“I can beg you.”

“Yeah, well I have other things to do than this, so we might as well take a short cut.”

He’d been chain smoking cigarettes and was just about done with the second. But the butt cup was on a table five feet away, so rather than squash it out on the floor, he used the pretty ass in his face. A little sizzling heat, she seized up briefly and the fire went out.
“That didn’t hurt, did it?”
“No, not much.” Her voice quietly pensive. Worried even.
“Not much,” he laughed, then went back to work on her asshole. Covering his hand with lube a couple times over, the slick digits went back into the valley and started in earnest, prying apart the resistant opening.

“Easy now, girl,” he encouraged her.

“Oh, I can’t do this, Harry.”

“Yes, you can. You can because this is what old Harry wants. You want to please your bud, don’t you? You said any way I want. You weren’t lying, were you?”

“No, Harry, I wasn’t lying.”

“Then this will fit right in.”

There had to be four fingers fighting their way into her rectum. Jessica felt them shove and shove again, and the cold feel of more lubricant and another return visit with his probing hand.

“Easy, baby,” he almost sounded nice. But that was short-lived. With her still resisting, Harry suddenly pulled out and grabbed the first instrument of punishment he could lay his hands on. “Guess I haven’t worked you up enough.”

He struck her hard with a ping pong paddle, first the soft rubbery side, then the hard wood, then the soft again, making her bottom sting and the fire spread to cover her entire hind end. At last, he shoved the handle into her ass, just to remind her of what he really wanted. After fucking her with it for a good twenty seconds, she wanted to scream. She wanted his hand, desperately wanted his hand back where it had been before.

Jessica got her wish. Lubed up one more time, Harry’s fingers went all the way to his knuckles; doing what the paddle handle couldn’t do, they finessed their way inside, going a little deeper each time they shoved, opening her a little wider.

There’d been a little magic in that hard ping pong paddle spanking. A little more of her fight had given way, a little more self-will disappearing into pleasure.

Harry knew what he was about, knew what he wanted, knew what she needed. A little extra hurt here and there, a little more lube, a fire in her that wouldn’t be satisfied with anything but her sweet Southern Belle ass reveling on his fist…it took all that, and a scream of release for his hand to be wholly within her, and the wild-eyed, wicked body writhing on his impaling hand.

Soon as he was deep inside, he stood up beside her, whispering, “My cock’s gonna feel like a toothpick after this.”

“Never…” she softly answered, losing the words she wanted to say.

He played her clit, thrumming it like guitar stings, all the while his hand was in her ass. And he wasn’t easy on her clit, never easy; he rather make her hurt and hear her scream when she came, finding pleasure in the pain she was desperate for. He felt her energy bloom, a big voluptuous energy enough to make his cock hard again. When she started to come, she thrashed against his body so the two became like one person. He held her in fear of damaging her pretty body, while her muscles tightened in around his fist, pushing him out. He held her fast through the most violent of the spasms, then as they diminished he eased his hand out…

He backed away to gauge her mood, making her live with all that was splendid and terrible in the ordeal. Then he untied the knot that kept her dangling and carried her to the bed in his arms.

She was back on her knees now, ass high, head lowered, arms bound high behind her as they had been since he started. This was how he took her in the ass… not a big deal for her after the fisting she’d just suffered. But a toothpick? Not hardly.

It was a big deal for Harry though. Her body still spasmed, being agitated from coming and as her muscles closed in around his erection, he fucked her, fucked her hard, rode her bucking, gasping body, until he’d filled her again.

Maybe he’d go for the triple whammy and fuck her mouth, he thought as his erection slid out of her ass, and he dropped to the bed beside the pretty Jessica.

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2006-04-27T18:12:00.000-07:00

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2006-04-27T17:50:00.000-07:00

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2006-04-27T17:41:00.000-07:00

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2006-04-27T16:26:00.000-07:00

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2006-04-27T16:22:00.000-07:00

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2006-04-27T16:17:00.000-07:00

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2006-04-27T16:07:00.000-07:00

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2006-04-27T15:49:00.000-07:00

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Night Wardress [story]

2005-07-22T19:23:00.000-07:00

...

Steven didn't hear her question; all his attention was concentrated on an open door of the cell. "I have to get out from here. I have to get out from her hands. I'll come back in the afternoon and everything will be as it was the day before..." The woman in black latex has horrified him so much that Steven couldn't think sanely any more. Under other circumstances, in another place, in a strip club for example, she would seem very sexy to him (sexy, aggressive, temperamental women always raised him); but not now. Now he understood what this black latex clothes mean and future didn't please him, therefore the open door seem a rescue to him...

- Are you thinking about runaway? Vainly...

- I didn't think about that at all...

- Don't you dare to lie to me! I know what you're thinking about. Anybody hadn't run from this prison yet and you'll not become an exception.

Steven stood near the door and listened to her silent, grim voice.

- If you dare to cross the threshold of this cell, I'll call the wardens. They will get together all prisoners who would like to cum into any whole and they'll come into your cell one by one to fuck your ass until they tear it. Do you understand me?

- Yes, Lady Barton.

- Great. Close the door and come back on your place.

Steven closed the door and stood near the lattice some time being afraid to take his hand from it as if it was a lifebuoy ring for a drowning...

The wardress had pushed him.

- Come here, slave! You look so sexy in these clothes. You was born to be a slave and to submit my orders.

- I don't...

- Shut up, Steven! The real men never get in prison; they have enough brains to stay free even if they break the law every minute. And losers, like you, have to substitute their asses to anybody because they cannot protect themselves.

She turned him to her face.

- On your knees!

- I'll teach you to submit, I'll bring train the true slave from you. Everything that you need to know it that I'm your Mistress and you should obey me. I hate disobedient slaves, they irritate me. You know how malicious a woman can become when a man makes something wrong? Obey me and everything will be great.

The wardress has knelt also Steven felt that she was touching his anus.

- What for?..

- I want to explore your ass. Relax and you'll not feel the pain.

Her fingers massaged Steven's anus. He sat down a little and tried to relax but the pain didn't disappear.

- Get up!

Steven got up. Her fingers massaged his anus, her other hand caressed his balls. He couldn't understand what his feelings were. The pain mixed with any feeling of excitation and desire of something more.

- Is it pleasant for you?

- I... I don't know...

- It will be pleasant now.

Ms. Barton laid down on the floor.

Caress my pussy. You want to touch it. Am I right?

Steven caressed her pussy. It was damp and reacted on his each touch.

"I'm ready to be your slave up to my last day here and to do this every night. I'd become your slave with pleasure, in fact I'll have sex every night. Funny... Why the prisoners spoke about you with such fear?" Steven's thoughts changed each other... He was ready to penetrate her eeneo, his cock thrilled in impatience. Steven caressed her clit, Ms. Barton groaned...

- That's enough.

Steven was lost. "It can't be enough... It's not enough for me..."

The wardress got up. Black plastic dildo with belts was in her hand. Steven couldn't understand what it was for. Ms. Barton strapped dildo and knelt near Steven. And that moment Steven had understood what all that prelude meant... This dildo was for his ass! She, but not he, will fuck...

- Are you frightened? Suck it!

- But... I don't...

- Shut up and do what I order you!

Steven touched strapon dildo with his hand and then took it into his mouth. He felt the smack of plastic and sharp movements of Ms. Barton. She moved dildo deeper into his mouth.

- Suck it good!

Steven caressed strapon dildo with his lips and tongue. The fear made him to obey and to suck dildo.

The wardress laid down on the floor and moved her legs widely apart.

- Caress my dick and pussy.

She is crazy! A woman cannot feel satisfaction being strapped with dildo. It is impossible!.." Steven was wrong. Strapon dildo pleasantly massaged her clit, raising her up more and more. She caressed Steven's cock with her hand. Her fantasies brought her away from this poor cell to her gloomy dungeon. "Some day I'll take this slave to my dungeon and it will find out what real domination is. And now... "

- Get up!

- Yes...

- Yes, Lady Isabella. Repeat.

- Yes, Lady Isabella...

- You called me so while sleeping on the chair.

- I didn't sleep... I was thinking about our first meeting...

- I know. Get up!

Edward got up to her. As always, Isabella looked amazingly and very sexy. She looked like a real Mistress; however Edward always admired her skill to change her appearance.

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