Eve stares out the window, lost in thought. Only two weeks have passed since the incident at the police station and she still can’t believe the dramatic turn of events that took place that night. Even now, she can hear Officer David’s deep, commanding voice in her ear as well as the sound of the rattling handcuffs that held her in place. She can still feel his burning lips seared to hers and feel his throbbing cock thrusting in and out of her slick, little pussy. The look in his emerald-gold eyes had been one of malice at her arrogant threat of turning him in. He told her that he’d make her life a living hell if she told anyone that he’d raped her.

At the time, she’d been utterly terrified but now, every day that she remains silent, strips her of her fear and fuels her anger.

He should fucking pay! Narcissistic asshole… She imagines TV reporters, newspapers and the World Wide Web covering such a big story. His face would be plastered everywhere. They would show her, the innocent victim, traumatized and crying to Barbara Walters about the horrific event. There would be live coverage as they hauled his ass off to jail. Then he would be the one getting fucked.

The thought makes her smile, her devious mind at work.

Suddenly the doorbell rings making her jump and stifle a gasp. Cursing, she spills her Mountain Dew all over the table and in her lap. God, she’s still jumpy. Bravado only goes so far.

After grabbing a kitchen towel off the counter and quickly wiping up the mess, she tiptoes to the door and looks out of the tiny peephole. When she sees who it is, she releases a long sigh of relief and flings open the door.

Standing on the front porch and looking like she just stepped off a magazine cover, is her best friend, Ann.

“Hey, Eve. Wow… You look like shit,” her friend rudely states, taking off her Channel sun glasses to better assess her appearance. She never was one for subtlety.

It irks Eve that, that is her friend’s way of greeting but she didn’t realize just how disheveled she must look. It’s 4:00 p.m. and she’s still in her fuzzy pajamas, pajamas that are soaked with soda. Her pretty locks are a tangled rats-nest and her eyes are red and dry like rough sandpaper. At least she brushed her teeth.

“So, have you found your I.D. yet?”

“No, damn it!” Eve snaps, instantly fuming. The loss of her I.D. is the least of her concerns. She knows her friend isn’t trying to push her buttons, but she’s doing a damn good job at it.

“Oh… Well, I see that the security cameras that your father bought have been installed,” Ann comments, eyeing one of the high-tech devices above the door. “Why the sudden fear? You still don’t think someone is watching you, do you?”

Eve shrugs, refusing to meet her friend’s suspicious gaze. Instead, she anxiously scans the yard. She knows David doesn’t know where she lives, but the thought of him finding her makes her blood run cold. She’s not one to cower in fear, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Listen, Eve, I’m worried about you. Why don’t you just go to the authorities? Maybe they could send an officer over to help keep an eye–”

“NO!” She interrupts, abruptly shooting her hand out in front of her like a stop sign and wildly glancing around as if she’s scared someone has heard her.

Her reaction makes her friend jump back in surprise, and she drops her sunglasses on the ground.

“Sorry… I just don’t want to bother them. I’m sure I’m just being paranoid.” Her words are a blatant lie, but Ann doesn’t need to know that.

She had in fact, gone to the police station two days ago.

With her head held high and her mind made up, she’d finally decided to turn him in.

She’d wrapped her trembling fingers around one of the double door handles and cautiously opened it. Without moving an inch and holding the door open like a fool, she’d nervously glanced inside. There had been more officers milling around the station than on that fateful night. When her baby blue eyes spotted the two men who had arrested her, she went into a panic and instantly snatched her hand away as if the cold metal had burned her skin. She’d stumbled down the steps and fled the area knowing that she couldn’t do it.

“Anyway, I came by to tell you that Steven Fin is throwing a party tonight and he wants you to show up,” her friend says in a sing-song voice, breaking into Eve’s thoughts.

“Be there by 8:00 p.m. and wear something sexy,” Ann calls out, strolling down the walk way to her flashy red Porsche.

Eve growls in frustration. She really wants to go. For years, she’s fantasized about fucking Steven and even though she’s afraid to leave the house, she can’t pass up this opportunity.

She locks herself in her room, and then rummages around in her closet looking for something to wear.

Her eyes come to rest on a brand new dress that she bought a month ago. It would be perfect for tonight’s party. It’s pale pink, with a plunging neckline, extremely short, and skin tight. The most alluring part of the dress is the crescent moon cut out, starting just under her right breast and curling toward her right hip, exposing a large portion of her smooth, toned tummy.

Eve slips it on over her head and appraises herself in the full-length mirror. The dress clings to her body, nicely displaying her prominent curves. Her ass looks enticing, as always and her puffy, pink nipples poke against the thin material. She shouldn’t wear it, though. Not after the night at the police station. It’s way too revealing…

An image of David pops into her mind and the way his lustful eyes had roamed over her body.

She couldn’t blame him for that. She’d looked like a cock-teasing slut and, if he hadn’t checked her out, she would have been offended. At the time, however, flirting and bribing him with her body was a grievous mistake. Her smartass comments and rude behavior didn’t win her any points either. She just couldn’t stop herself! He attempted to arrest her!

That asshole still shouldn’t have locked her in a cell and taken her against her will. He’d used her for his pleasure, and she hated him for making her enjoy it.

Seething in remembrance, she keeps the dress on, adding a pair of sexy 6 inch heels.

She’s not going to let that fucking jerk control her life. She’ll do whatever the hell she wants. Yes, she might be an egotistical brat but in the end, her word is law, not his.

Once she’s finished touching up her makeup, and smoothing down her dress, she sets her house alarm and walks outside, firmly locking the door behind her.

Eve decides to drive to the party in her brand new sports car. Even though she crashed the last one, her daddy bought her a new one the very next day.

She still hasn’t told him that she wrecked the other car because she was drinking and driving, and she definitely hasn’t told him that she got arrested and raped.

Who knows how he would react. If he got pissed at her, she’d lose her inheritance, and there’s no way in hell she’d let that happen.

Arriving at the party, she strolls into the house like she owns the place. It’s crowded, filled with laughing and shouting guests and all eyes turn to her as she enters the living room.

She knows she looks sexy.

Immediately, guys are offering her drinks and escorting her into the kitchen. They’re practically drooling! She smirks, clearly amused.

After downing three shots of vodka in quick succession, she prances around the house, swaying her hips provocatively to the blaring music.

A few guys rub up against her as she gracefully moves through the sea of people and, on more than one occasion, she feels their hard-ons brush and press against her tummy. It takes her a few minutes to find Steven and, when she finally spots him, she feels her blood boil and her cheeks turn crimson in anger. He’s in the den and practically fucking some random slut on the couch!

Irritated, and on the verge of causing a scene, she storms back into the kitchen and takes two shots of whiskey. She doesn’t like to be made a fool of. There are tons of guys here that are ogling her; and she could have anyone of them, but she’s too pissed off to have sex.

“Why did I even bother coming?” she pouts even though no one can hear her. She thought coming here and hooking up with Steven would distract her from thinking of David. It did, for all of 10 minutes.

Fuming and throwing a fit, she does something childish. She grabs the garden hose and drenches a few innocent party-goers with freezing cold water before stumbling to her car.

She jerks open her car door and slips inside, taking a few calming breaths. She knows she shouldn’t drive. Her eyes are blurry, and she feels a little nauseous; but she’s only a few miles from home. She mentally reassures herself that everything is going to be fine, ignoring the bad feeling settling in her gut.

On the drive home, she swerves left and right and crosses over the center line a few too many times. She definitely shouldn’t be on the road, but she’s almost home.

She releases a sigh of relief when she finally parks outside of her house.

Walking up the porch steps, she unlocks the front door and steps inside. She immediately closes and locks the door behind her afraid that someone might barge in. Turning back around, she realizes that the house is shrouded in darkness. Huh. She thought she’d left the lights on, and she’s completely bewildered. Didn’t she set the alarm, too?

As the thought crosses her mind, powerful arms suddenly encompass her waist and a hard body crashes into her, knocking her to the floor. Surprised, but not paralyzed in fear, she violently begins kicking and screaming.

“WHAT THE FUCK! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” she cries out frantically. The pointy stem of one of her high heels makes contact with some part of the intruder’s body, and she hears him curse and loosen his grip.

A surge of adrenaline courses through her veins, and she scrambles to her feet. She hastily flings open the back door and runs outside into the night. She only makes it a few yards before her attacker tackles her from behind, and she lands on the soft grass. She starts to yell for help, but her assailant tightly clamps his hand over her mouth, smothering her screams.

She knows her attacker is male. No female would have such a powerful build or smell like cool, crisp cologne. Plus, they wouldn’t have a large, hard bulge in their pants, pressing firmly against the swell of her ass!

The man flips her onto her back and instantly straddles her waist.

With her petite body pinned beneath his muscular form, she breathes erratically through her nose. She can’t fight him off, forcing herself to lift her big blue eyes to his face.

He’s wearing a black ski mask and only his mouth and piercing green-golden eyes are visible. The intruder leans down and lightly brushes his lips across her ear before gently sucking on her earlobe. He kisses her neck before pulling away and meeting her eyes.

“Miss me, little slut?” he asks teasingly, his free hand slipping down to her plump breast and giving it a soft squeeze.

“No!” she screams in shock, as she realizes who her attacker is. She will never forget that voice.

With renewed strength, Eve begins thrashing beneath David. She twists and squirms, a choking sob trapped in her throat by his strong hand. She has to get away. She tries to claw him, but he’s wearing a leather jacket as well as thick black gloves.

A deep chuckle escapes David’s lips as Eve desperately tries to dislodge him.

“Sorry slut, your nails won’t work. Although you did land a pretty solid kick with those damn heels,” he says in a mischievous tone of voice. He’s clearly enjoying himself.

She glares up at him, trying to mask her budding fear with anger.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Eve,” he remarks, clucking his tongue as if he’s disappointed in her.

She hisses in response.

“I’m going to remove my hand, but if you even try to make a sound, I’ll grab my gun and handcuffs out of my back pocket faster than you can blink. Got it?”

Eve stops struggling at the mention of his lethal firearm and the dreadful cuffs. There’s nothing she can do but nod her head compliantly.

Ever-so-slowly, he lifts his hand from her mouth and stares down at her, another disgusting smile playing across his lips.

“Don’t do this! I haven’t done anything wrong, David! I haven’t told anyone!” she whispers harshly, shaking her head in denial.

“So, that wasn’t you outside the station the other day?” he asks in mock confusion.

Frustrated that he saw her and hating the way he taunts her, Eve growls lowly.

“I thought so, cunt,” he remarks icily, his features turning hard.

Yanking her to her feet by her long blonde hair, he hauls her back into the house. Once locked inside, he releases her but smoothly withdraws his gun. Without a moment’s hesitation, he points it at her, threateningly.

Even though he could kill her, and get blood all over her pretty outfit, she still considers running. Maybe she can distract him.

“How did you break in?”

“Don’t play coy with me. You know the answer to that.” he rolls his eyes. “Disarming house alarms and security cameras is second nature to me.”

He places the barrel of the gun between her shoulder blades and nudges her into the living room.

“By the way, here’s your driver’s license, slut.” he comments casually, flicking the card across the room. Sitting down on her couch and making himself at home, he sets the gun on the side table. He removes his gloves and jacket and finally his mask, running his fingers through his messy hair.

Eve sucks in a sharp breath. He looks just as she remembers, intimidating but even more handsome. Annoyingly, images of him gripping her ass with her legs wrapped around his back, assaults her mind. She knows she shouldn’t find him attractive, but she does. However, just because she thinks he’s smoldering hot, that doesn’t mean that she wants him to cruelly rape her again.

A look of lust flashes in his brilliant green eyes as well, as he admires her lithe, young body. His gaze slowly travels up her candy, pink-colored toenails and her slender legs, lingering at the junction between her slightly parted thighs.

“Take off that stupid dress,” he instructs, absentmindedly waving his hand at her. He’s like a king addressing his loyal subject, full of arrogance and confidence.

“Fuck you,” she automatically replies. She will not allow him to give her orders in her own home.

Her defiance pisses him off and what little patience he has instantly evaporates.


She can’t help but jump at the sound of his booming voice as it bounces off the walls and vibrates through her bones. For a moment, her gaze turns fearful.

She unties her halter-top dress and slides it down her curvy body as quickly and seamlessly as possible. After kicking it off to the side, she instinctively crosses her arms over her chest. The only article of clothing remaining on her sleek body is her cute pink panties and strappy high heels.

“Lower your arms, little tease. I want to see those wonderful tits of yours,” he says, smiling evilly, gaining control of the situation once more.

Eve drops her hands to her hips, her fear flipping back to anger.

“Mmm, look at those beautiful breasts. They can really make a man hard.”

Eve clenches her teeth to keep from insulting him even though, in truth, his words are a compliment.

“I love how supple and perky your tits are, and your light pink-colored nipples look so suck-able.”

He motions her to him and grudgingly, she obeys. Taking her small hand in his, he pulls her onto his lap so that she’s straddling his upper thighs.

She’s so petite that toes don’t even touch the carpet, and the position makes her legs spread open like an offering.

Grabbing her firm ass, he roughly kneads it, digging his fingers into her flesh and jiggling her cheeks.

“You feel good, slut, just as I remember but better. I’m going to enjoy taking you in your own home.”

Yanking her ass towards him, he makes her grind back and forth against his hard-on, forcing her to give him a lap dance like a cheap stripper.

She’s disgusted and is practically salivating to hurt him. She hates being at this asshole’s mercy.

David leans forward and captures one of her pert nipples in his mouth. He flicks his wet tongue back and forth across it, feeling it swell between his lips. Moaning, he roughly sucks on the little bud while rolling her other nipple between his fingers. He switches between both, twisting and pinching her erect nipples before clamping his teeth around one and roughly extending it from her body.

“Owww!! Stop! That hurts!” She yelps in shock and pain.

“You were going to turn me in, weren’t you, you little bitch!” He’s seething, knowing that she could have ruined him.

He roughly pinches the other swollen nipple until she’s sobbing and begging for mercy.

“No! I didn’t do anything!” She whimpers, trying to push his hand away and cover her tender breasts from further abuse.

“I warned you, you would regret it.” He knows that he’s inflicting a great deal of pain, but he’s pissed. She deserves to be treated like a filthy slut.

“I’m sorry! Please, I’m sorry!”

Satisfied, he releases her aching, swollen bud and grabs her chin.

“Officer, you will address me as Officer,” he demands, squeezing her jaw.

“Ye-yes, Officer.”

“That’s better.” Reaching into his pocket, he produces a menacing pair of handcuffs.

The moment Eve sees them, she begins struggling again.

“NO! Please, I don’t want to wear them!”

David just chuckles and quickly grabs her flailing arms. He easily locks the cuffs around her dainty wrists, swiftly binding them together behind her back. He’s had years of practice.

“No! You asshole! Un-cuff me! NOW!”

When she continues to scream and thrash on his lap, he harshly backhands her across the face, the force whipping her head to the side.

She sees stars for a moment, as a large welt begins forming on her pretty heart-shaped face.

“I must say, I do admire your aggressive, headstrong nature, Eve. You always put up quite a fight. I love that. You’re a wild animal who needs to be tamed.”

“And you’re cock-sucking douche bag, who obviously can’t get a fucking date! You’ve resorted to becoming a rapist! That’s the only way you can get your cock in a pussy, isn’t it? You’re a fucking disgrace to the police force!” she screams, attacking him with insults. The moment the words fly out of her mouth, she regrets it.

Rage boiling to the surface like hot lava, he growls menacingly, his sinister gaze burning into hers. He looks at her like he’s going to kill her, and she shrinks back in fear.

“You’re going to regret that, cunt!”

He viciously rips off her panties, stripping her of her only remaining clothing.

“You still haven’t learned. Your big mouth is always going to get you into trouble, Eve.”

He quickly unzips his pants and pushes them down his thighs, his boxers following suit. With his throbbing, erect cock finally free, he grips it with one hand and grabs her hair in the other. He roughly shoves her head down as far as her body can bend, until her mouth is inches from his twitching cock.

The position makes her groan as a jarring, shooting pain races down her spine. She struggles to sit up but it’s an impossible task since her hands are cuffed behind her back.

“Now you filthy whore, I want you to spit on my cock. You will do this until the head is glistening with your saliva and coating my shaft.”

“No, let me up. I can’t stretch down any farther, it hurts!” She’s panting, unable to ignore the pain.

“You shouldn’t have gotten lippy, you dirty slut.”

Eve whines, knowing that he’s speaking the truth.

“This is how it’s gonna go. I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy until you can’t see straight and your spit is the only lube I’ll allow. So, I suggest you make my cock as wet as possible.”

Mistress was gone for the afternoon. She had some shopping and errands to attend to. She had been tired lately, working a lot. She had not used him in days. He felt listless, depressed. He was dying for her touch. Needing to feel the reassurance in her finger tips. Taste her, feel her. He was going crazy.

Just minutes after her departure, his mind was already trailing to the chest. All of the wonderful things that she used. Every strike, every burn, made from the wonderful items found there. Never being allowed to see inside, he was in a trance. Like a kid in a candy store, he could not help himself. His need great, forward he found himself going. Into the bedroom, into the closet.

Was he really going to do this? To defy her so openly? What if he was caught? His heart raced, thinking of the fury. The sweet punishment. To actually feel those wonderful items. To touch them in his hands was too much temptation for his heart to take.

Hands closing around the handle, he pulls up. Heart stops. Locked. Looking closer, seeing the small padlock. Crushed, he slumped against the chest.

Mind racing, he remembers popping those locks as a child. One swift smack with a hammer and home free. Aghast at what he was mentally contemplating unnerved him.

Returning moments later with hammer, fears and Mistress be damned. He had to see, had to touch. If only for a moment.

Smashing the small delicate lock and thinking to himself that there was no turning back. Opening the top, eyes sparkling like a childs. Hands reaching, lovingly caressing. Trailing his finger down the materials. Leather, silk, nylon, satin. Oh my God. Eyes closing, Mistress’ favorite belt in his hand. Fingers tracing over the metal edges, feeling them against his back, thighs. This belt had given him so much pleasure, Mistress’ belt.

Opening his eyes, watching what his hands were doing. He presses the belt to his lips, kissing the metal. Inhaling deeply, smelling the Mistress’ perfume. Pressing the belt against his face, sliding it around his shoulders. Buckle clinking with the movement.

Eyes wide, he sits up. He hears the door opening, she is back! What have I done?

Forgetting my bank card, I rush back in the house, picking it up from the counter. Chuckling to myself, I’m always forgetting something. Stopping suddenly, something feeling wrong. Where was Eric?

Checking the living room, kitchen. My bitch is nowhere. Walking to the bedroom door, pushing it the rest of the way open. Floored by what I saw. Taking a deep breath, clearing my raging mind. Trying to control myself, control my anger.

There sat my little bitch, frantically fumbling in My chest. His dirty unworthy hands all over My toys. His face taken aback and caught red handed in My things.

Closing my eyes, telling myself to hold it together. I set my things down on the floor.

“Stand up now, boy! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Looking down, belt still in his hand. He does not look me in the eyes. He does not want to see the seething anger inside of me.

“Here now, bring me my belt. Assume the position at my feet now, naked.”

Coming to me, handing me his pain. Undressing quickly. Getting on all fours facing me, eyes glued on the carpet below him.

“Turn the fuck around; I do not want to look at you. You have disgraced me and yourself today. I thought you were trained? Whoever came before me does not deserve the title to let you get away with such things.”

When his back is to me, I bring the belt down hard. Metal stinging in to his flesh. He does not move. Repeatedly bringing it down harder and harder. Red whelps marking him, branding his back. Leaving less white flesh then red, I stop. Looking up into the closet, seeing the lock broken. Livid, I take the belt and wrap it around his neck, jerking up. Straddling his back, I cinch it closed, tight. Using the remainder as a lead, pulling him close to me. In the closet, stopping at the toy box.

I pull out the largest anal plug I have. Six inches long and very, very thick. I shove it in to his ass, all the way in.

“No matter what, do not drop this out of your ass. Do you understand you little bitch?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I am so sorry, please forgive me.”

Taking my panties off, I ball them up. Jamming them in to his pleading mouth. Taping the silk in place.

“Look at me!”

His eyes slowly rising to me, shame in their dark brown depths.

“By the end of this day, I may have to ask you the same thing.”

Fear replacing shame now.

Pulling him behind me, I enter the bathroom.


Returning to the bedroom, further investigating his offense. Dipping down to scoop up the broken lock. I pick up some supplies from the battered trunk.

“Stand up bitch, hands in front of you.”

I take one of his wrist, slapping a cuff on them hard. Metal hitting bone, promising a bruise. Stretching his hands up. Attaching both wrist to the shower head. I pushed the plug in harder, reminding him of it.

I take his soft penis, lining the shaft with super glue. Placing his flaccid piece back on his side thigh. Holding it in place, assuring it was glued well. I raked my nails up his stomach, his chest.

“I have some shopping to do bitch, I will be back later to handle you.”

He hung there, arms heavy. Gravity pulling on them hard, sore from the time that had passed. It was now dark outside through the window. The bathroom was dark, swallowing his thoughts with it. Ass aching from holding the plug inside. Afraid to drop it, afraid of Mistress’ wrath. Never had he seen her eyes go to quite that color of green. Dark forest green, shadowed with something bordering evil.

He had never seen Mistress so mad. Months of knowing her, she has always been even tempered. To the point of gentle, at times. This new side of her made him nervous, concerned. Even as he thinks that, he knows that he was excited beyond fear. His penis had jumped several times when he thought about his predicament. The pain coming hard and fast to him. Flesh ripping as he is ripped away from his own thigh. Pain quickly dousing his ardor. Lights flash on, blinding him momentarily.

After a long afternoon of shopping, my thoughts never strayed from what waited at home. Standing there, anticipating.

Naked in the shower. There he was, eyes popping to mine with the harsh light. Begging me.

I take off my clothing, slowly. My sun dress crumpling on the floor next to the shower. Lacy bra and panties following. His eyes never leaving mine. His penis rising and falling, each time a tiny tear was created. Blood trickling down, one small droplet at a time. Only an inch down the length, he had a long way to go.

“Good to see you have listened. How is that ass feeling? Tired? Sore?”

Laughing, I pull it out rapidly, showing no mercy. His eyes close, body sags with relief. Turning on the water, I step in to the shower in front of him.

I start to wash my body, lathering soap on my soft skin. Rubbing, caressing my body. Closing my eyes, hands over my breast. Touching myself, inserting a finger in to my silken folds. His sharp muffled groan interrupts my ministrations.

I reach out, ripping off the tape. Yanking the panties out of his mouth.

“Drink the water, all you will get.”

“Thank you.” His voice deep, raspy. Barely audible in the stream of hot water.

After a moment, I turn my back to him. Washing my long hair, massaging conditioner in to it. I back closer in to his body, my ass brushing against his glue-bound dick. He sucks in his breath, as I slowly bend over. My hands touching my ankles, smiling at the sharp shriek in response. Every time his dick got hard, a little more of his foreskin rips as it pulls away.

Turning around, I kiss him hard.

Fingers twisting in my pussy, I bring up a taste to his lips. Sucking as he whimpers. Centimeters ripping off of his member. Dropping to my knees, eyes on his. I lick his semi-hard cock. Hanging on by mere inches. A red bloodied line buries into the remaining flesh.

Tongue twirling around the head, licking unabused areas. His cries and screams ripped out of his mouth. Inch by inch, his erection pulled the skin off. Away from his body. When all was done, his blood mixing with water in shower, I relent.

He was tired, his mind had been racing for hours. He needed to calm down. I take the handcuffs off, his hands slamming to his sides. He was told to stay right there until I was ready for him.

I go back into the bedroom, toweling off. Pulling a chair from the other room, I set it just inside the door. I take out the large black, eleven and a half inch dildo, very thick. I lube it up quickly, only half way down the shaft.

I go into the kitchen, cutting a small piece of saran wrap. Rifling through the drawer, finding the duck tape, as well. I return to the bedroom, sitting down on the chair.

“Come here boy.”

He walks slowly in to the next room. His eyes are downcast; his dick hangs low, beaten. I know he is nervous, frightened of what more I will do to him. His body already sore from punishment, he craves more. Mind and body. Mixed emotions as he walks before his Mistress. He knows she will never hurt him more than he can handle.

“On your knees.”

Inches from my open thighs, I scoot forward in the chair. Wearing absolutely nothing, putting my pussy inches from his face. Closing my eyes, I touch myself in front of him. Ever so gently. Moaning softly at the wonderful feeling. Increasing speed as orgasm crests. I squirt and dribble juice. He can see my nectar, smell my sweetness. He is now rock hard, hoping and praying that I will give him a taste.

Taking the small piece of clear wrap, I set it over my twat. Moisture holding and sealing the thin plastic to me. I command him to lick.

His tongue coming towards me, I push his head forward. Rubbing my pussy all over his face, not one drop getting through. Pushing him harder against me, so close to cumming.

“Move that damn wrap and put two fingers inside of me. Fuck me with your hand ’til I cum, bitch.”

Groaning as I feel the cool air against my heat. His thick fingers slipping inside my wetness with no resistance. His hand moving fast, orgasm coming just as fast.

“Oh God yes.” Unable to control myself, grabbing his hand. Riding it hard. Prolonging that sweet, blissful moment.

“Withdraw.” Voice a little broken from the powerful pleasure. Sitting up a bit, I look him deep in his eyes. I suckle on his fingers, licking up every drop of myself off of him.

“You don’t even get the taste in your disobedient mouth.”

He looks at me, pouting. Whimpering.

“Bend over the bed now, Eric. Mistress is going to use you tonight. I am going to be rough, show my displeasure in you.”

He lays over the bed, face pushed in to the mattress. He is afraid to look, afraid to see his fate. His ass quivering, still marked from his previous beating. Anus still sore from the hours with the plug. Arms exhausted from hanging over his head while I shopped. I know he is comforted slightly to lie on the bed. Soft fabric cushioning his pained body.

I slowly insert the large black dildo. No hesitation as his body jerks. I simply place a firm hand on his lower back pressing him down, pinning him. Pressing deeper, retching a loud growl from deep in his throat. I know it is sore, I know it hurts. The size of the dildo ripping his ass, plummeting to his darkest depths. Leaving two inches unclaimed, I take the strips of duct tape. Making a large X on his ass with it, securing the dildo in place.

I push off of him, sliding the dildo in harder. His ass pushing it back out, stopping at the tape. I return to my chair, sitting to watch.

“Stand up, turn around and sit down hard on the dick in your ass.”

He did so quickly, eyes closing as he sat fully.

“Open your eyes and look at your Mistress. Now bounce.

Pushing off from his feet, I could see what the movement was doing to him.

“Now touch yourself. Stroke yourself hard and fast as you bounce.”

Hiking my leg up, hand between my legs. Playing with myself as I watch the desire and pleasure cloud his eyes. He was inching closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum now, bitch.”

As soon as the words had left my mouth, he was pumping seed all over. Like a damn geyser, fucking everywhere. I have never seen so much cum from this little bitch.

“Now stand up, take your hands off your worthless cock. That was to make what I am about to do to you feel even more intense. Now sit down hard once again on that big dildo in your ass, shake it side to side as you bounce. Work it in that ass.”

His eyes were starting to glaze. Never able to stop from orgasm, this was something different. He was looking at me, but through me at the same time.

“Now place your heels up on the bed.”

The noise that came out of him rocked me in to another orgasm. I close my eyes for a moment. Riding my hand, his voice egging another out of my body. He is getting higher pitched by the second.

“Stand up. Then sit back down on it hard, repeat this process.” I say this with eyes closed, enjoying the sounds he creates.

“How does that feel bitch, does it hurt?”


“Can you not talk, boy? Pull them heels up and in, I want you to know that I will not tolerate that type of behavior from my bitch.”


Snapping my eyes open finally, I look at my toy. His eyes looking straight ahead, fixed on some far away place. I knew then he was gone. He was bouncing hard, even I winced at the beating he was giving his ass. Like a drone, just up and down and up and down. No sign of pain or tiring. Moan after moan pouring out of his mouth.”

I stand up. “Where did you go, Eric? Are you here with me, my love.”

No response.

“Stand up and pull out.”

He does so with the same fixed stare. Just standing there now. I walk up to him, touching his face lightly.

“Lay down, my love.”

I climb on the bed with him, talking to him. Soothing voice, soothing words. Bringing him back down from wherever he just was. Mind shutting down, letting the body take over, enduring the pain. I flush with guilt, seeing the blood stained sheets from his ass. Lightly, I stroke his hair, telling him how he pleased his Mistress immensely and she has forgiven him. His eyes clearing, focusing. Minutes past before he was recognized in his eyes again.

“Welcome back.”

He just stares silently in my eyes, sheepishly.

Another boring day staring at the video monitors. At least he could make his rounds soon. He’d have a chance to walk around the large mall. He had been working here for about four months as a security guard. It was dull but at least it paid the bills. He hoped to save enough to go to Tech School in the fall.

As Jeff walked the mall, he looked at all the hot girls and women. This was the best part of the job, especially when one of them saw his uniform and approached him for directions or to ask a question.

“If I could only get my foot out of my mouth,” he thought. Jeff was really shy. His parents had moved him across the country several times when he was young so he’d never had many friends. He’d been a loner in high school and even though he was now twenty-one, he’d still never had a girl friend. He just didn’t have the guts to talk to girls. He’d blush and stammer.

When the mall closed for the night, Jeff went around checking for stragglers, locked all of the exterior doors and returned to the security office. He had something on his mind. While looking at the security monitors today, he had seen a folder on the computer’s desktop that was locked and password protected. He wondered what it was. He knew that the file must be one that only his boss the Security Director could access. He thought about what the password could be. He knew that all his boss really cared about was sports, and never stopped talking about UCLA, so Jeff started trying passwords. After several attempts, he tried “UCLABruins” and to his surprise the file opened. Bingo! He was in.

The file was huge and separated into smaller folders named after each store in the mall. These files were full of video clips. He clicked the folder for ‘Teens and More’, a store with hot clothing for girls in their teens and twenties, then clicked on the first video. “Oh my God, these are video files for the dressing rooms! No wonder that only my boss has access to them.”

First he sees a shot with a young teen entering the dressing room. He quickly shuts the file. “No, I’m not THAT kind of pervert.” He goes to another file and clicks on it. It’s a clip showing two of the store’s pretty young female employees walking in together, each with an armful of tops and short skirts. They set down the clothes, and giggling, they both quickly strip to their panties. His eyes took in their young tits The taller one was dark-haired, with large, firm breasts. The blond was shorter, with a small, sexy chest and long pointed nipples.

They helped each other into short skirts while remaining topless. They teasingly rubbed and pinched each other’s breasts and nipples as they giggled and tried to spin away from each other.

“Holy shit!,” Jeff’s cock had become as hard as a rock, and he squeezed it through his uniform pants. He knows that it was late, the mall employees had all left, and he had locked the doors behind them. He opened his belt and the clasp of his pants and slid them to his knees. His boxers went next, and he began stroking his cock as he stared at the scene in front of him.


Kristine and Mara had stayed late at ‘Teens and More’. They had been short-handed, as two girls had called in sick. Since they had to clean and re-stock by themselves, they were running quite late. Finally, they locked the store and headed for the exit. When they got there, all the doors were locked. “Oh shit, we’ll be locked in all night!” panicked Mara. But Kristen remembered that she had once seen the security room way in the back. She had helped two movers to bring in a new display for the store through a seldomly-used back entrance, and had seen the room marked ‘Security’.

“Come on, Mara, I know where the Security office is. Maybe we can find someone there and have them let us out.”

The entire mall was dark, and Mara followed as they twisted through the back corridors and found the room. As Kristen was about to open the door, she heard someone inside. “Oh God, squeeze those pointy little nipples.” She looked at her roommate Mara and put her finger to her lips signaling quiet. She silently turned the knob, and lightly pushed the door open.

They couldn’t believe what they saw. There sat a boy about their age with his cock in his hand, stroking it hard and fast. He was staring at a computer screen at what she assumed must be porn. Signaling quiet again to Mara they both crept slowly into the room, staying just behind the boy’s field of vision. As they got closer, Kristen noticed two things. First, his cock was a whopper, long and fat, and the tip was wet with moisture. The second was the video. It showed her and Mara in the ‘Teens and More’ dressing room! They were both topless, and pulling on each other’s nipples. The video was from today just before opening time.

Kristen was furious. How could this pervert peek at her like that? She was about to speak when she had another idea. She slipped out her phone, and started the video recorder. She first focused on the computer screen, then pulled out to show the boy in the security guard uniform. Then she quietly stepped back toward the door, which showed him from the side. It was clear that he was pounding his cock, and was nearly ready to shoot his load. “Oh no you don’t'”, she thought. She spoke in a level voice.

“What have we here?”

Jeff spun in his chair to see the dark-haired girl from the dressing room video holding up her phone. Her face carried an evil look between a smile and a taunt. He madly tried to pull up his pants. Then the other girl from the video stepped into the light.

The dark-haired girl was angry. “How dare you stare at Mara and me and jack off! I’m sure that when your boss sees the video I’ve recorded, you’ll not only lose your job, but I’ll make sure that my boss presses criminal charges as well!”

Jeff could only stammer as he turned even redder while trying to hold his pants up. As he was about to speak, the girl cut him off. She reached to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper. She handed it to him. It showed an address and a time, the time being midnight.

She went on. “Unless you want to be disgraced, fired, and end up in jail, be at that address at midnight. Don’t you say a word. Just let us out of the mall. And, don’t finish jacking off, either.”

Jeff stammered, “look, I’m sorry, please don’t…” She cut him off. “Quiet! Just let us out of here.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door.

He quickly led them through the corridors to the the main entrance and turned the key. As the girls slipped through the door, the dark-haired girl stopped with her face only inches from his and said, “be there at midnight, and no jacking off.” He pulled the door closed and locked it.

Jeff’s mind was racing. “Oh shit, I am truly fucked now. What will my parents think? Will I get fired? Or go to jail?” As he made his way back to his office, he knew what had to be done. “I’ve got to convince those girls to keep that video to themselves. That means that I’ve got to keep the midnight appointment.”


Kristen had always been a strong-willed and pretty girl. In fact, most boys found her beautifully irresistible. She had long, thick, dark hair, green eyes, and a classically shaped Mediterranean face. Her breasts were a 36C, with a slim waist that flared to shapely hips, and long smooth legs. She currently didn’t have a boyfriend, although she had had many boys. She loved all kinds of sex.

Lately, she had become more interested in admiring all of the pretty girls that came into ‘Teens and More’. She had masturbated to the thought of her cute roommate Mara. She had even instigated the event in the dressing room today when she squeezes Mara’s cute nipple.

Mara had moved in with Kristen after answering a housing ad on the internet. She had just relocated from the midwest, and came to California to look for a job and, hopefully, a future. She and Kristen had hit it off immediately, and Kristen had gotten her a job at the clothing store where she worked. Six months later, they were the best of friends.

Mara had the girl-next-door look. She wasn’t a knockout like Kristen or as tall, but she had a firm, lean, athletic body. Blond hair hung around her thin face, blue eyes and small thin mouth. Her breasts were a firm 34B leading down to a thin waist and smallish hips. She walked loosely and confidently like the athlete that she had been in school. She loved looking at Kristen, and had even let Kristen touch her breasts in the dressing room, only so that she could touch Kristen’s. Mara had had boyfriends back home and a few one-nighters since moving here. She was no stranger to sex.

As the girls entered the apartment, she asked Kristen why she had invited the security guard over. Kristen grinned wickedly and said, “you’ll see,” as she headed for the shower. “I’ll shower first then it’s your turn. Put on some music, and open a bottle of wine. We’ll have to hurry. Oh, and make sure to dress slutty.” She was in the bathroom and closing the door before Mara had a chance to reply.


Jeff found the address and parked his car. He hadn’t had time to go home, and was still in his security guard uniform. He was very nervous as he rehearsed his apologies and excuses. He had decided that he would offer them nearly anything to destroy the video. Gathering his courage, he went up the steps, found the right apartment, and knocked on the door.

Mara was just returning to the living room when there was a knock on the door. Kristen moved towards the door. “Wait”, Mara said, “what’s your plan? Even though his cock is huge, I don’t fuck just anybody!” Kristen came to her and put her hands on Mara’s hips. “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “I don’t either. We’re just going to have some fun, not fuck him.” With that she turned for the door, and quickly pulled it open.

“Come in.”

Jeff entered sheepishly and Kristen closed the door.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything…”

Kristen held up her hand to stop him. She firmly said, “please, be quiet and just listen.” She ushered him into the middle of the living area and stepped close at his side. Mara moved closely to his other side.

Kristen spoke. “What’s your name?”

“Jeff”, he said.

“I’m Kristen and this is Mara,” she replied.

“Alright, Jeff. You know that we caught you in a criminal and immoral act. You know that we could basically ruin your life. Correct?” He nodded his head, staring at the floor. “Look at us”, Kristen said sharply, and he looked her into her eyes, and then into Mara’s.

“We’re not mean girls’”, she continued. “We don’t particularly want want to ruin you. But, we’re both deeply offended that you were spying on us, and on our customers at the store. You have abused your position as a security guard, abused the trust of every store, and everyone in the mall. We WILL expose you if you don’t do exactly as we say.” She paused, and looked at Mara, who had an excited look in her eyes. “Jeff, if you want us to keep quiet, you have to agree to do as we say. Do you agree that this is fair?”

His face was deeply red as he looked at her and nodded, then turned and looked at Mara and nodded again. “Mara, do you think that it is fair for us to punish Jeff?” Mara slowly looked Jeff over from head to toe. She smiled widely at Kristen. “Absolutely,” she replied with a wink, which Jeff noticed.

They both looked at Jeff, and Kristen spoke. “So, now, Jeff, for your punishment……strip!”

Jeff’s mouth dropped open as the girls just smiled. He started to speak, but Kristen said, “Oh, and don’t say a word.”

Jeff’s frightened stare passed quickly back and forth between the girls. Kristen bent down and slid the coffee table from in front of the couch into the corner. She got behind Jeff, put her hands on his shoulders, and guided him to just in front of the couch. Then, she took Mara’s hand and led her to the couch, where they both sat down, looking up at Jeff.

“Begin, and do it slowly,” purred Kristen.

Jeff felt shear panic. He had never been naked in front of a girl, much less two beauties like these. Their predatory leers only made him blush more.

“Would you prefer to get naked in a prison shower?” Kristen said sharply. She softened. “Now relax and take it off. Slowly. We want to see your big cock.”

Although terrified, Jeff’ felt his cock throb at her words. “Maybe this won’t be so bad,” he thought. “I guess I’ve got no choice.” He slowly loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his top button. His hands shook as he removed his tie and dropped it on the floor. Then he very slowly started to work his way down the row of buttons. He pulled the shirt tails from his pants and loosened the cuffs. He slid the shirt from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor leaving him in his t-shirt. Sighing, he bent and removed his shoes and socks. Then he reached down and peeled off his t-shirt while looking at the girls.

Mara looked him in the eyes and slowly licked her lips. “Hmm, not a bad chest for a pervert.”

He blushed, but felt his cock throb again. He was now nearly hard, and his cock pushed against the front of his pants.

Kristen leaned forward and stared at the outline of his cock. “I knew that the pervert would like this. Look, Mara, he’s already hard.”

“Yes”, she replied. “The pervert likes spying on girls, and he apparently likes flashing his cock at them, too. Alright pervert Jeff, time to finish the show.”

Jeff had never been so embarrassed in his life. He was about to show himself to two fully clothed and smirking girls. He shakily undid his belt, then the clasp of his pants, then his zipper. Closing his eyes, he let the pants fall to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. He opened his eyes and looked down. He could not look at the girls. He kicked his pants aside.

Both girls leaned forward on the couch. Their eyes were only a foot away from his cock, which he was trying to cover with his hands.

He could feel Kristen’s breath upon him as she spoke. ” OK, drop them. then cross your wrists behind your back, feet apart.”

Jeff let out an anguished, soft moan as he closed his eyes, slipped his thumbs into the sides of his boxers, and lifted them around his cock, He dropped them to the floor and kicked them away. He pulled his hands behind his back, and widened his stance.

Both girls were purring wide-eyed as they stared at his cock. Kristen spoke softly. “Holy shit, look at that cock! It’s fucking huge, and as fat as my arm!”

“And look at those huge balls hanging down! They look like fucking tennis balls!” whispered Mara.

“Jeff, you deliciously shy boy, keep your eyes closed and stay still while we perform our inspection. Me first, Mara.” cooed Kristen. She slid forward to the edge of the couch, reached, and slowly wrapped her hand around the fat cock. Jeff’s body shivered at her touch. She slowly slid her hand to the base, then up to just under the head. Then using just her fingertips, she slid them all around the smooth head, finally using them to pull open the center slit.

In an excited whisper Kristen said, “Shit, Mara, you are not going to believe this thing. I’ve handled more than a few cocks, but never one close to this one.” She slid her hand down again, then slowly slid even further underneath until she was cupping his big, heavy balls. “Oh, man, since we didn’t let the pervert get off when he was looking at our tits these things are full and swollen. This is going to be great. Mmnn. OK, your turn, Mara.”

“What was going to be great?” thought Jeff? “Are they going to fuck him or suck me?” The idea made his cock pulse even more.

Now it was Mara’s turn to slide closer. She moved her face to just inches from his upright cock. Kristen slid closer, too.

Mara was panting softly as she moved her head and eyes around to see his cock from all sides. He could feel her hot breath.

She spoke quietly. “Look, Kristen, you can see it pulse with his heartbeat.” She raised her left hand and cupped it under his big balls, hefting them like she was weighing them. She wrapped her right hand around the base of his shaft. She held it tightly, and started a slow jacking off motion. A pulse of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Both girls sucked in their breath as they watched.

“Easy, Mara, we don’t want it to blow.” breathed Kristen. Mara slowly and reluctantly let go of his manhood. Kristen gently ran her fingertip over the head of his cock and brought up her hand. She had a drop of pre-cum clinging to her fingertip and she showed it to Mara. Looking Mara in the eyes, Kristen slowly brought her finger to her mouth, sucked the tip, and moaned. She swiped the finger over his cock head again and held her fingertip to Mara’s lips. Mara looked at her with glassy eyes full of lust and slowly tongued the offered fingertip. She moaned and licked her lips.

Kristen stood up and said, “I have an idea, Mara. I want to measure this big cock completely. I’ll get a tape measure and you get your good camera. Shoot close-ups from every angle. Give him a stroke every now and then to keep it rock hard, but whatever you do don’t let him come. Then we’ll shoot shots of each of us holding his cock, and finally we’ll use the timer to get some shots of us both squeezing his cock at the same time.” Mara squealed and jumped up with a huge smile.

“Pictures?” Jeff said, “but..”

“Silence, cockboy,” scolded Kristen. “Did you forget that we control your fate now?” She softened her tone. “Open your eyes.” He did, and saw the two girls standing close and staring into his eyes. She continued, “The pictures are for us personally. As long as you’re a good cockboy, no one else will see them. This is part of your punishment. Don’t move a muscle and keep your hands behind your back.” Both girls left the room.

They returned, Mara with her camera with the zoom lens, and Kristen with a cloth tape measurer, pen and paper. They each briefly stroked his cock and he let out tortured moan. Kristen set the tape measure against the top side of his cock at the base and ran it to the tip. “Eight and seven eighths inches. Jesus” Mara snapped a picture of the tape measure laying along his cock, with Kristen’s fingers pinching the tape at the 8-7/8″ mark.

Kristen moved around and started measuring his cock in every way. Circumference at the base, at mid shaft, and just under the swollen head. More pre-cum was oozing as Mara took shot after shot. Kristen carefully measured the ridge at the base of his cock head, then over the top of the head from front to back. She was tempted to stroke him but she knew that he was close and that his cock was fully engorged. Click went the camera.

She release his cock and it sprung back up, slapping Jeff’s belly. He groaned as he looked on.

Kristen grabbed the loose skin at the bottom of his scrotum with both hands. She pulled down as far as she could, and to the sides. “We don’t want you to come yet, now, do we?” she giggled. She gently grabbed a ball in each hand and pulled them down, away from his body. “We don’t want them to pull tight so that you can shoot off!” Jeff let out a loud “oh”, but it was not from pain. Mara continued to click away.

Kristen was ready to begin measuring his balls when she noticed the the cloth tape measure was wet on the bottom from his pre-cum. “Jeff,” she said in a light, mocking voice, “I can’t use this with your cum on it.” She lifted the wet area to his lips and said, “be a good cockboy and clean this off for me. Lick, cockboy.” Jeff was beyond resisting, and licked the area clean. He looked up at Mara’s smiling face as she caught the photo. “Good cockboy.” Kristen went to her knees, and started measuring his balls and sack in every way that she could imagine. Mara’s digital camera clicked away.

Finally, Kristen pulled Jeff’s balls down once again, then stood up. Jeff still had his legs spread, and his hands crossed behind his back.

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