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Chapter 1: Gracie’s Fantasy

Gracie McGuire liked it rough.

So you can imagine her disappointment when her current lover continued to plunge in and out of her body with all the enthusiasm and finesse of a lame horse put out to pasture. Her lover’s sweaty, going-to-flab, body was a testament to too many hours behind a desk, and his farmer’s tan was attributed to too many business meetings on the golf course.

John Johnson was a stud in the banking world, but he was a dud in the bedroom.

Gracie watched with detached amusement as he gave a final thrust and groaned out a climax. His face mottled bright red with the exertion of success and the veins in his forehead bulged. She thought briefly of faking her own orgasm, but decided he was already past the point of noticing that she hadn’t been satisfied. At least he was starting to last a little longer. She’d had time to go through her entire grocery-shopping list before his “Big Finish.”

“Oh, Gracie, you are one hot little number. It just keeps getting better and better,” John panted, giving her breast one last squeeze before he pulled out of her and discarded the condom.

“Mmmm,” she moaned and rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t do any good to expound on his false virtues. His ego was already inflated enough. Not to mention she was afraid if she opened her mouth to speak she’d tell him how much she hated being called a hot little number in that condescending Texas drawl. She was a tax attorney for God’s sake, not an exotic dancer.

John flopped down on the bed beside her and was almost asleep before she’d turned onto her side to face him. “Don’t forget we have that dinner tonight,” he mumbled. “There will be a lot of important clients there.”

“I know,” Gracie said, annoyance lacing her voice. “You sent the invitation to my office a month ago. I’ll be representing Decker, Deets and McGuire if I can live up to your expectations. I might even make it through the night without embarrassing you or my firm.”

“Now, honey, don’t take that tone. You know that’s not what I meant. Any man would be lucky to show up with an intelligent, beautiful woman like you on his arm to an event like this. You’ll make me proud. Just make sure you wear something conservative.”

Because I always dress like a slut at business functions, you moron, she thought.

“I have just the thing in mind,” Gracie said in a breathy tone that would have done Marilyn Monroe proud and fluttered her eyelashes. She leaned over John’s still form and bit the lobe of his ear gently.

“Now Gracie, honey, you’re going to have to make due with what you just got. I’ve got to rest up for tonight. I know you’ve been reading those magazines about multiple orgasms and such, but the same just isn’t true for a man. Maybe if you’re real good tonight I’ll be in the mood again when we get home.”

“How about if I don’t wear any panties under my conservative dress and you fuck me in the elevator,” Gracie whispered. She found satisfaction as John’s breath hitched just a little at her suggestion. There might be hope for him after all.

“There are cameras in those elevators.”

“Even better,” she said, taking a firm grip on his flaccid penis.

“You’re not thinking of your career,” John stammered. “Or mine either. What’s come over you, Gracie? This is crazy talk.”

“I heard how excited you got when I suggested you fuck me in the elevator. Everybody has an adventurous side, John. Sometimes it’s just a little suppressed. Does the idea of me having a kinky side turn you on?”

Gracie held down John’s hands next to his body as she rubbed her body against him and kissed him hungrily. She licked her way down to his chest and nipped lightly at his nipples with her teeth before kissing her way down to her ultimate goal.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“What was that, John? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said the idea of you having a kinky side turns me on,” he said louder, with more conviction, as if he were trying to convince himself.

Gracie felt the wetness between her thighs and knew John wouldn’t deny her satisfaction this time. She’d see to it herself.

“Would you like me to tell you about my kinkier side?” she asked, taking his hardening cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the bulbous tip.

“Y…yesss,” he hissed, gritting his teeth at the onslaught of new pleasure. Gracie worked him in her mouth a little longer before she spoke of something she’d never told anyone.

“You see, John, I have these fantasies,” she said, working him with her hand and cupping his sac gently in the palm of her hand. “In my fantasy, a masked stranger comes out of nowhere, ripping at my clothes and pressing his hard body against me. I scream, but that only makes his cock harder. He likes it when I fight him. He might even have to punish me a little. You see, in my fantasy I like to be dominated. Do you want to be my stranger and make my fantasies come true? Can you imagine what I’d look like tied to your bed? Black satin sheets beneath my pale body, a blindfold covering my eyes and my limbs straining against the handcuffs that hold me captive?”

John gasped aloud, and Gracie smiled as he hardened further in her hand. So much for men needing recuperating time, she smirked.

“Mmmm, I bet you’d like to dominate me, John. Maybe even turn me over and spank me till my ass is red and welted with your handprints.”

John was really panting now, and Gracie figured she could get him to come again just by talking dirty, but her pleasure was the goal this time. She slipped her finger between her lips and wet it while pumping his shaft in a steady rhythm. Drops of moisture gathered on the tip of his cock and she leaned over and lapped them up like a cat licking at a bowl of fresh cream.

“Yum. You taste so good,” she said as she brought her finger down and circled her moist nub, gathering more wetness. “My ass is red from your spanking, John. What will you do to me next?”

Gracie left her own pleasure for a moment, enjoying her roll as temptress. She took her dampened finger and massaged the sensitive spot between John’s balls and anus, reveling in the harsh groan he admitted.

“I’m waiting for an answer, John.”

Gracie blew softly along the damp trail left by her finger and watched as goosebumps covered John’s entire body before moving her finger lower. She circled the puckered hole of his anus with her finger and gently pushed it in up to the first knuckle. “Would you fuck me here?” she asked.

John was panting like a steam engine, and Gracie knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He was harder than she’d ever seen him. She withdrew her finger and moved up his body so she straddled him.

“I’d love to have you ram that nice hard cock right up my ass. I bet it would hurt real good.” With that declaration, Gracie slammed herself down on John’s cock and moaned at how hard he was, how full she felt. Even as wet as she was, the invasion was painful and would be felt for days to come. Her muscles clamped around him like a vise, and she rode him as if he really were the lover of her fantasies. Gracie cupped her full breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples, the effect causing her vaginal muscles to spasm. She was lost to her own pleasure and didn’t protest when John took hold of her hips and slammed her down on his cock in a frenzy of passion and lust.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he yelled.

“Ohmigod,” she screamed.

“I’m coming!” they shouted together in ecstasy.

Gracie collapsed on top of John, her body sated and content. Finally. She should have done this sooner. Nothing bad ever came from liking it rough.

The Monday after the most embarrassing night of her life blew in with a storm, the skies gray and cloudy, just like Gracie’s mood. She’d sat at her desk for hours, working with the determination of a machine, trying to keep her mind off of one thing. Or one person, to be exact.

Mitchell Caldwell.

It wasn’t the humiliation that had kept her tossing and turning for the last two nights, but a man she’d only seen for a matter of moments. A few moments that had captivated her to the point of obsession.

Gracie wasn’t worried about her reputation or that of her firm. The threat of a lawsuit had squelched the gossip that had been circulating. If anything, business seemed to be up. She’d received a few interesting emails with indecent proposals, a dozen roses with a card that contained a marriage proposal, a singing telegram and a dozen messages from John begging her to return his calls. She’d gotten her partners to pull their accounts from John’s bank and invest with a competitor. He’d do anything to get them back as clients. Even apologize. From what she’d heard through office gossip, it wasn’t only their accounts that he’d lost since the previous Saturday.

It was petty revenge, but it felt damn good.

Gracie jumped in surprise as a crash of thunder rattled the glass in her office window. Being on the nineteenth floor had never made her feel very safe. The time had gotten away from her, and it was already way past dark. The rain was coming down so hard that she couldn’t see two feet outside her window.

She shut down her computer and shoved her files in her briefcase. The Texas weather was too warm for a coat, even a raincoat, so she was thankful that she’d gotten to work early enough that she’d found a parking spot in the garage. Getting soaked to the skin would have just added misery to an already miserable day.

The elevator took her straight to the bottom, not stopping at other floors along the way, as almost everyone in the building had already headed home for the evening. Her heels clicked rapidly on the cement as she made her way to the lone car parked under the yellow light in the far corner, and her hand clutched her briefcase and handbag in a tight grip. Her heart was racing, and she had to squelch the urge to scream every time the thunder boomed overhead. Images of a large glass of wine and a hot bath were the only thoughts in her mind when a hand clamped over her mouth and another wrapped around her waist, effectively clamping her arms to her sides.

Gracie bit at the black-gloved fingers and screamed when he uncovered her mouth, no doubt cursing the pain she’d caused him. The instinct to fight back overtook her and she kicked out behind her, feeling the hard flesh deflect her foot. Her attacker was silent through it all, wearing down her strength patiently as he dodged her blows. It had seemed like she’d been struggling for minutes, but in truth it had only been seconds. Her screams had gone unheard and she was truly alone with an attacker whose strength was far superior to her own.

The last thought that went through her mind before the sickeningly sweet smell of chloroform assailed her nostrils, was that John Johnson would pay for this.


Gracie remembered vaguely that she’d ridden in a van. To where, she had no idea, but every detail mattered. When she’d woken again she was lying on something soft, probably a mattress, in a room as black as pitch. She couldn’t see anything, but she could still hear the rain pouring outside. Did that mean it was still the same day?

Her mind was fuzzy from the drug and a headache pounded just behind her eyes. She tried to lift her hands up to rub away the pounding, but they were restrained. Panic overtook her, and she had to consciously slow her breathing for fear of hyperventilating and passing out.

Gracie cleared her mind and tried to think of the facts. She’d been on her way home from work when she’d been attacked, she’d been drugged, she’d woken briefly in a van with a hard metal floor, it was still raining and her hands and feet were tied to what she assumed was a mattress. Any way she looked at it, she decided the outcome couldn’t be good.

The opening of the door sped her controlled breathing up once again. It wasn’t the sound of the door that let her know that someone was in the room with her, but rather the lack of sound. The pregnant silence settled over her like a thick blanket, suffocating her until she wanted to scream just to fill the void.

The footsteps of her captor weighed heavy as he made his way to her side. “Have no fear from me,” he said. He knelt beside her on the bed and lifted her head in his hand. The cool water splashed against her lips and she drank greedily. Her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.

“Slow down,” he ordered. “You don’t want to make yourself sick. Open your mouth for me.”


“I have aspirin for your headache.”

When she didn’t comply, he stuck his finger through her clamped lips and pried her mouth open, dropping the two pills in. He held her nose and poured the water down her throat until he was sure she’d swallowed them.

“Don’t make things difficult on yourself. There is no need for you to be in pain.”

“Then untie me,” Gracie demanded.

“The bonds do not hurt you,” he said, checking the padded restraints just to make sure.

“Someone will look for me,” she said. “You can’t just take someone against their will and not expect there to be consequences.”

“But this is your will, isn’t it, Gracie.” He whispered the words so they were a caress along her skin.

A satin blindfold was placed around her head, and she almost asked what the point was since it was so dark inside the room, but the she heard the scrape of matches and saw the dim glow of light through her blindfold. Gracie heard a small click and winced as she felt a cold blade glance across her skin. It was sharp as it sliced through her clothing as if it were nothing more than paper. Her suit was tossed aside, no more than trash now, and her undergarments were given similar treatment until she was laid bare before her captor. She let out a breath of relief when she heard another click and the blade was put away.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he ran his finger from the tip of her breast to the top of her thigh. “I’m going to give you a choice, Gracie. We’re not strangers. I felt the passion in you from the first moment and knew that we’d be together this way. But if you want what I have to give you, you have to take a chance.”

Mitchell. But what if it wasn’t really him? Was she willing to take that chance?

“What do you have to give me?” she asked.

“My cock buried deep in your pussy and as many orgasms as you can stand.”

His promise sent desire to her clit and she could feel her nipples pebble. “And what is the alternative?”

“I’ll let you go. And you’ll never see me again, except in your dreams.”

Gracie held back a cry of distress. She couldn’t bear the though of never having his touch again.

“No, don’t release me,” she said, panicked as she felt him begin to unclasp her restraints. “I want what you have to give me.”

“Very good,” he whispered.

She shuddered as his mouth came down over her nipple. The warmth of his caress and the gentle pull from the suction of his mouth was almost enough to make her go over the edge. Then he bit her, gently at first and then increasingly harder, until she did scream with a climax. His warm tongue soothed the pain with long strokes until she sighed in contentment.

She gasped as something cold touched the still tender nipple and she whimpered in pain when something clamped down onto it. Hard. And then the same thing was repeated with the other one. The clamps sent jolts of pleasure straight to her clit, and she had another small orgasm before her captor could work his way down her body.

“Please. . .” she begged.

“Please, what?”

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

“Whatever I wish,” he answered as he closed his mouth over her most sensitive spot.

Gracie could do nothing but moan as she felt him open her nether lips with his fingers and kiss her intimately. His tongue circled her clitoris and then delved inside her, and he repeated the process over and over until she was writhing beneath him and pulling at her restraints.

“I’m going to come,” she panted.

“Mmm, I hope so. You taste so sweet. I want you to flood my mouth with your nectar.” He flicked his tongued one last time against the swollen nub and sent her spiraling over the edge.

She screamed out her release. “Stop, stop, it’s too much. Ohmigod. Please,” she didn’t know what she was asking, only that the sweet torment continue.

Gracie sighed as he slowed his assault and gently lapped at her still throbbing pussy. The sensations continued though when he pushed his finger slowly inside her, all the way to the hilt.

“God,” he groaned. “You’re so tight. Do you know how good you’re going to feel around my cock?”

Gracie protested as he pulled his finger out, but moaned when he quickly added a second and began slowly penetrating her again. Her toes curled when he curved his fingers up slightly and hit her G spot. It had been eight years since a man had found her G spot, and it had been an accident that time. The pleasure intensified as he flicked her clitoris in time with his fingers, and before long she was thrusting against his mouth and his fingers with another climax.

She might have passed out for a minute or two, but when she woke the restraints were being taken off her legs.

“What about my hands?” she asked when she realized he was going to leave those in place. “I want to touch you.”

“No, you want to be dominated. Held captive. You will not touch me with your hands until I say so.”

With the restraints gone from her ankles she was able to bring her legs up higher, expose more of herself to him. She waited in anticipation for what he would do next. The sound of drawers opening and closing caught her interest, but she was soon distracted as she felt the weight of his body back on the bed.

“Pull your knees up to your chest and open yourself wider to me,” he demanded.

Gracie felt the cool gel on his finger and yipped at the shock of it. It warmed quickly, and when his finger touched the puckered star of her anus, she relaxed her muscles as her worked his finger inside. He repeated the process slowly, gathering more lube and then slowly penetrating a finger, then two fingers, then three, until she was prepared for whatever he had in store for her.

“Relax,” he told her.

She did as he asked, but still tensed as the felt something hard penetrate her ass. It was large and ridged, and every bump and ridge was received with a gasp of pleasure, until it was pushed in to the hilt and her bowels were full.

“Oh, God, it’s huge.”

“Put your legs down and keep it inside,” he told her. “I’ll punish you if you don’t keep it in.”

Gracie felt his hot breath along her skin as he made his way back up her body to her lips. The kiss was carnal and wet, and she tried to wrap her legs around him and take him inside of her, but he wouldn’t let her. He pinched her nipple in punishment and she whimpered.

“You’re getting greedy, slave,” he said.

She felt him move up so his legs were on either side of her torso, and the weight of his cock rested against her chin. He cradled her head in his hands and positioned her so her lips touched the salty tip.

“Open you mouth,” he said.

Gracie complied, hungrily, and they both groaned as his cock entered her mouth. She relaxed her throat as he began fucking her mouth, slamming himself against her face. She swirled her tongue around his tip every time he pulled back. His pace became frantic and frenzied, and he held her head still so his cock completely disappeared inside her mouth.

“God, yessss,” he groaned.

Gracie felt the force of his come as she did her best to swallow it down. She drank every drop and flicked her tongue over his sensitive underside, making him jump with pleasure. She kept him in her mouth a little longer, amazed that he was still very hard.

“That was amazing,” he said as he collapsed beside her.

She felt him move until his weight was no longer on the bed. He positioned himself at the foot of the bed and then slowly turned her until she was on her hands and knees.

“Mmm, that’s a beautiful sight,” he said as he ran his fingers across her cunt, making her shiver with need. “Can you imagine what you look like right now? Your ass is in the air with a giant dildo shoved in you to the hilt, and your pussy is gaping open just begging to be fucked. I can’t wait any longer,” he said, positioning himself behind her.

Gracie felt the head of his penis brush against her nether lips. She was already so full from the dildo in her ass she didn’t know how she was going to take him as well. Her breath caught as he pushed his length into her in one thrust. Her breasts rubbed against the sheets of the bed with every thrust and the clamps on her nipples sent tingles to her core. She squeezed her muscles around him with every thrust, trying to prolong her pleasure, but the sensations against her nipples, in her ass and her pussy were too much for her to take. She came in a gush, her juices soaking the bed beneath them.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” her captor yelled. “You are so fucking hot.” He pulled out of her and she heard him rummaging around in another drawer.

“I can’t take any more,” she cried.

The slap of a paddle against her bare bottom changed her mind. She winced in pain at the same time she was groaning in pleasure, because every once in a while the paddle would glance off her pussy lips and leave her wanting more. Just when she thought she’d have to beg for another release, her captor spanked her hard and pulled the dildo from her ass at the same time. Her senses were assaulted and she came again, collapsing in exhaustion.

The man behind her began messaging something cool into her burning ass cheeks, and she sighed in relief at his gentle touch. She was dozing as she felt him readjust the restraints around her wrists so the chain was longer. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed until her legs touched the floor and she was bent over the side. Her arms were tied over her head, and her sensitive breasts were pressed into the mattress.

“Now it’s my turn,” her captor whispered.

She shuddered as he left a trail of wet kisses up her spine, and she felt his hard arousal nestled between the cheeks of her ass. His weight was heavenly against her body, and when he shifted and guided himself into the puckered rosebud of her anus, they both groaned in bliss. He thrust against her patiently, slowly, until the sensations she’d become so familiar with started to spread through her body.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he panted. His breath was hot against her ear, and his tempo had increased.

“Yes, please, come inside my ass. I want to feel your come coat my insides.” Gracie thrust back against him, harder and faster until he shouted his release. She felt his cock expand and his hot seed shoot up inside of her, causing her own orgasm. Her sphincter tightened around him and they both shook as they collapsed from the intensity of their desires.

Gracie woke as she felt him separate himself from her body. They were sticky and covered in sweat. He pulled out of her slowly, but even then she winced in discomfort.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll run a hot bath and we can both soak our sore muscles,” he said lying down beside her.

She turned her head toward his voice and smiled as he released her hands from their bonds and reached around to loosen her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she found herself looking into crystalline blue eyes, the eyes of the man she’d been dreaming of. The man who had captivated her from their first encounter.

“I knew it was you,” Gracie whispered, as she touched his face for the first time. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “Mitchell.”

“You were the reason I came to that stupid party,” he said. “I saw you leaving your office building on Friday, and I knew I had to have you. It took fast work to find out who you were and what your plans were, but my staff pulled it off. And it wasn’t that hard to question your staff because I own your building.”

Gracie laughed at that news and snuggled closer. “Well, you have me. And I leave it up to you as to what you want to do with me.”

“I have a proposition for you,” Mitchell said without any hesitation.

Gracie stared at him, her body still tingling from his touch, and knew he could ask her for anything in that moment and she’d agree. “What is it?”

“Well, I heard a woman once say something very profound, and it’s stuck with me. What do you say I treat you like a queen, and then you can give me amazing sex for the rest of my life until we’re both too old to care?”

“Whoever said that sounds like a smart woman,” Gracie said. “It’s a deal.”

The sun cooked Beau’s broad shoulders as he pushed the lawnmower across the yard. Clad in cargo shorts and sneakers, Beau tramped through the grass, sweat sliding down his back. His shorts hung low, revealing the very top of his meaty ass. He stopped, wiping his brow. Beau surveyed his surroundings. At his mother’s insistence, the 18-year-old was spending the summer at his aunt’s country house to keep out of trouble.

His aunt had devised a number of tasks in order to keep the boy busy and keep his behavior problems in check. His task today was to mow the lawn. What would have been a twenty-minute task at his mother’s house in the suburbs was a day-long affair on his aunt’s sprawling property. He had already been at the task an hour and a half and wasn’t even halfway finished. Beau put his hands on his hips and looked out at the vast lawn. His buff form was bronzed from all the time he had spent in the sun in the week since arriving at his aunt’s. Not only were his chores largely outdoors, he showered at least once daily using his aunt’s only shower, located in the backyard.

His initial hesitation at being completely exposed outdoors had been tempered by the scorching temperatures and the relative solitude. At this point he thought nothing of his mother’s sister-in-law seeing him naked, and the only other person to cross his path as he bathed had been the gruff, towering man who apparently lived down the road. Beau still thought of how the man had commanded him with practically no effort. The mark the man’s strong hand left on Beau’s bare ass had remained for a day. Thinking of it, Beau absent-mindedly rubbed his soft ass where the man had struck him. Beau was dripping with sweat to the point that his already-low-slung cargo shorts were a millimeter away from revealing the dark hair that surrounded his impressive cock.

“Fuck this,” he said, through labored breaths. He looked at his phone; 1 pm. No messages, of course; he got no service here. Beau wasn’t used to taking on his share of responsibility for the upkeep of a house. It was simple to him: if he didn’t want to do something, he didn’t. It was bad enough he had to spend his summer in the middle of nowhere; he wasn’t about to spend it getting heatstroke doing a bunch of stupid fucking chores. The lawnmower sputtered and stopped as Beau turned and walked across the front yard.

Rounding the corner to the back of the house, Beau kicked off his shoes. He turned the spigot of the outdoor shower, releasing a stream of cold water cascading onto the stone platform below. In one swift motion, Beau dropped his shorts and boxers and stepped atop the platform. He gasped as the cold water hit his neck and shoulders, falling down his toned body, his long, thick cock and his round, tight ass. His cock swung slightly as water droplets landed on it. He hung his head under the stream, letting the water wash the sweat away.

After a minute, Beau shut off the water, grabbed his shorts, and walked naked back to the house. He showered outside so often now that he thought nothing of walking around the house and the yard without clothes, his cock hitting his muscular thighs as he walked. He could swear he occasionally caught his mother’s sister-in-law letting here eyes linger on his cock. He didn’t blame her. It wasn’t infrequent that a friend of his would comment on what they thought was a massive hard-on in Beau’s shorts. “I’m not hard,” he’d reply. “I just have a huge dong.”

In his bedroom, Beau picked out a T-shirt and his other pair of cargo shorts, thankfully clean. He checked for clean boxers and found none. Briefs it was. He pulled up a pair of white Hanes, which barely constrained his cock. He finished dressing, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and headed out the door. In his brief time in the country, Beau had discovered a bar within what passed for walking distance in this town. An hour’s walk down the road and he could at least get drunk; they never carded in this place, and Beau looked older than he was anyway. He began his walk down the dirt road and lit a joint he had rolled using weed he bought last time he was at the bar. Living in the middle of nowhere had its occasional privileges.

It was dark when Beau sauntered up the gravel driveway of his aunt’s house. He swayed as he walked, too drunk to even attempt a straight line, a bent cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. He had fallen a few times on the walk back, and it was all he could do to keep upright now. His time at the bar had been relatively uneventful. He had pounded back beers and tequila shots with some locals, and unsuccessfully hit on the couple women who had ventured into the bar. Drunk off his ass, he hadn’t been particularly smooth. Beau spit out his cigarette and stumbled as he walked in the door, and laughed to himself.

“What on God’s green earth do you think you’re doing, young man?” His aunt’s voice caused Beau to clumsily swing around. She sat in the living room staring at him, fire in her eyes.

Beau tried to stand up straight, but the room kept spinning. “Err… uhhh… heyassssSarah.” His words slurred hopelessly. He leaned against the wall.

She stood up and walked toward him. “God dammit! Look at you! Not only did you not finish your chores, which landed me in a world of shit with the appraiser when he came by this afternoon, you’re drunk as a goddamn skunk. Here I promise your mother I’m going to keep you out of trouble this summer, and you’re getting shit-faced with… well, I don’t even know where the fuck you were.”

“Mmsorry,” mumbled Beau. He attempted to slide off his flip-flop and landed on his ass in the process.

“For god’s sake, get up here.” The woman lifted the boy to the best of his ability. “Damn, you’re heavy.” She guided the boy back to his room and spilled him onto the bed. His long legs and big feet hung off its edge. “You stay there and sober up. Don’t think we won’t talk about this tomorrow.”

Beau tried to respond, but instead threw his head back and passed out, the room still spinning.

“Whu-h?” Beau sat upright. “Augh…” He rubbed the back of his head, which was pounding. He looked down at himself. Still dressed in last night’s clothes, a single flip-flop hanging off his left toe. “The fuck…?”

He tried to remember the night prior. He could recall being at the bar, drinking beer and doing shots, maybe talking to some locals, although it was a blur. He vaguely remembered walking back along the dirt road and… oh, shit. The confrontation with his aunt. “Fuck.” He couldn’t remember exactly what had been said, just that she had been angry. Stumbling out of bed, he walked out of his room into the kitchen, wondering if she’d be there waiting for him.

It was empty. On the counter sat a note.


Beau put down the note. “Fuck.” He rubbed his forehead. At least she didn’t give me any chores, he thought. Padding about the kitchen, he fixed himself some food and coffee, and threw back a handful of aspirin for his aching head. Must’ve drank a fucking shit ton, he thought to himself. He knew he’d have to deal with his aunt eventually, but this was hardly the first time he had been in trouble. Her fault for making me do her bitch work, he thought.

Having taken some time to nurse his hangover, Beau walked back to his room. He lifted his shirt over and off his head and ran his hands over his smooth chest. Shower, he thought. He dropped his shorts and briefs, wrapped a too-small towel around his waist, and walked out the door to the backyard shower. He dropped the towel and started the water. Standing under it, he could feel his headache subsiding. Another few minutes of this, he thought, and he may be able to bear the harsh glare of the sun in his eyes. He groaned slightly, looking forward to getting back inside and crashing until his aunt got home.


Beau heard. His eyes went wide as he recognized the voice.

“You are twice as dumb as I thought you were, and you are fucked besides.”

Beau turned cautiously. Henry. The man who a week prior had warned Beau from antagonizing his aunt again stood before him. Beau made a slight gesture toward covering his huge cock with his hands, before remembering where that got him last time and leaving his arms at his side. He unconsciously pushed his shoulders back and stood a bit straighter. “Hen – S-sir…”

“Oh no, not near good enough. You stand at attention when I address you, boy.”

Beau stood straight, wincing as his head throbbed. Looking down, he took in his visitor. Henry was tall as he remembered. Elevated by the platform, Beau looked down at him, but standing on even ground the man easily eclipsed Beau. Unlike last time, Henry came bare-chested. Beau could now see what he only got a hint of last time. Henry was built. Years of hard manual labor had given the man a massive, rock-hard body. Beau noted how different it was from his own; Beau’s body came from hours in the gym, from vanity. A life of backbreaking labor had sculpted Henry’s. Even where Beau and Henry had similarly-sized muscles, Beau thought that the man looked like he could break Beau in half if he wanted. The broad, solid chest was covered with a coating of brown hair, with a smattering of grey, matching the short, salt-and-pepper hair atop his head. The man wore jeans over massive legs, and work boots. Sweat dripped from the man’s grey temples onto the coarse stubble that covered his face, and his bare chest glistened. Beau wasn’t sure how old he was, but he appeared to be about forty.

“I thought that I made myself clear last time I was here.” The man’s voice boomed. “You do not fuck around with your aunt.” He stepped forward, his face inches from Beau’s chest. “So imagine my surprise when I get a phone call from her yesterday afternoon, hysterical, begging me to come over and finish mowing her lawn so that she doesn’t get fucked when the appraiser comes over. ‘Course, I’m happy to help out Sarah, but then she told me why she needed my help.” Fucking punk, thought Henry. All the same. Still, Henry knew how to break his type.

Beau had first been startled, but now he was tense and, he admitted to himself, fearful with the large man yelling at him when Beau was naked and vulnerable. Also a concern was the fact that Beau’s cock was centimeters away from touching the bare skin of the man’s chest.

“She needed my help because you,” Henry punctuated this last room with a sharp poke in the middle of Beau’s hairless chest. “YOU skipped out on your chores! Off getting fucked up some way or the other, I’d bet. Is that it? I said, was that it, boy?” Another poke.

Beau had to shift to keep his balance every time the man’s massive hand touched his skin. “Yes, sir. That was it, sir. I was at the bar. Getting drunk.”

“Fuckin’ layabout piece of trash. You think you’re gonna pull that shit on my watch? You think I’m not going to teach you a lesson?”

Beau had it. It was bad enough this creep was interrupting his shower. Bad enough that his shouting was aggravating Beau’s headache. Bad enough that he was manhandling Beau’s naked body. But if this asshole thought he was going to come over here and treat Beau like a bitch, he didn’t know whom he was dealing with. “Listen, old man,” said Beau, surprisingly himself with how forceful he managed to make his voice., “You think I’m going to punk out like a little bitch because some old-ass fucker doesn’t have anything better to do that fuck with me, you can just go to fucking hell. Now get the fuck out of my face, and get the fuck out of here!” Beau stood, his chest heaving. He stared into Henry’s eyes.

Henry didn’t move a centimeter. The older man’s hands were on his hips. His breathing didn’t change an iota. The expression on his face was intense, yet almost amused.

“I said fucking leave!” Beau swung his fist at the man. He had been in dozens of fights before, and he won them all. Other guys knew not to fuck with Beau unless they wanted to get their asses kicked, badly. He had sent guys to the hospital with broken bones. If this old man wasn’t going to listen to him, he was going to put him down.

Beau’s fist connected with Henry’s jaw. Henry staggered back slightly. Beau stood, still on the platform, arms at the ready, cock swinging between his legs. He breathed heavily, his eyes wide. The man had his head turned to the side, and a hand in front of it. A red drop fell onto the man’s hairy chest. Shit, thought Beau. Maybe I broke the dude’s jaw, or knocked out a tooth. Beau smiled broadly. The man spit on the ground. Beau shouted, “Not so tough now, are you, fucker?”

“Heh. Hah!”

Beau dropped his fists slightly. His look of glee was replaced with confusion.

The man dropped his hand and looked at Beau. He smiled from ear to ear. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth down his chin. He continued to chuckle. “Hah! Boy, I do not know where you are from, but that was the weakest, pussiest punch I have ever felt in my life. Fuck, your aunt could lay a stronger one than that on my jaw. Fuckin’ Hell, you do need me to break you in. Make you a man.” Henry stepped forward again. “Now, remember, boy, this’s for your own good.”

Beau didn’t have time to move before the man landed a blow square on Beau’s cheek. Pain exploded across Beau’s face. He blacked out for a moment as he flew off the stone platform and landed square on his ass in the grass. He fell back, his back and head hitting the ground, his legs outstretched, his cock flopping on his stomach. His head spun. He sat staring at the sky for a length of time he couldn’t determine. He knew he had to get up. The boy turned on his stomach, resting his weight on his elbow, and attempted to raise himself on his knees.

Suddenly, an irresistible weight fell on Beau’s back. He felt rock hard, sweaty muscles and coarse hair pressed into his back. He felt hot breath and hard stubble against the back of his neck. An arm like steel cable wrapped itself around Beau’s neck, putting the boy in a headlock. Beau felt a powerful hand on his ass, forcing his lower body into the ground. “What the fu-”

Henry cut off the boy’s words by tightening the headlock slightly. Henry beamed. The boy’s actions cracked him up, his arms trying desperately to pry Henry’s arms off him, yet not budging Henry a centimeter. “Now, you’re going to listen to me, boy. I know your type, like I said. Big, buff stud. Got all the girls screaming when you fuck ‘em with your big-ass dick. Yeah, I saw that thing. Bet you it impresses those girls. Not me, though.” Henry chuckled. It was almost cute how he could feel the boy’s muscles squirming beneath him. “See, I’ve been around the block. I know what separates a boy from a man. You’re about as useful as a horse and not half as smart. But I’m gonna make you better, boy. I’m going to make you a man.” He lightened his headlock.

Beau exhaled. He breathed heavily. He was using all his strength to try and get the man’s arms off him, and he couldn’t even manage to make Henry struggle. Beau didn’t know how this was happening. He had never physically been at anybody’s mercy. “Help!”

Henry laughed. “You forget where you are? Shit, you’re so dumb maybe you did. Nobody’s gonna hear you out here. Now, you play along here, you can learn something, and it’ll be better for you.”

Beau put all his strength into trying to push Henry off him. Beau succeeded in rising to his hands and knees, but Henry remained on top of him, an iron grip on Beau’s body.

“Gonna be like that, huh? No difference to me.”

Beau felt a hand that could have been carved from granite reach between his legs and firmly clutch his balls. Beau froze.

“Told you, boy. To me you’re just an especially dumb farm animal. If that’s how I gotta treat you, so be it.” Henry emphasized his final statement by squeezing the boy’s hanging balls. He snickered at the boy’s exclamation.

Beau’s mind raced. Think through this, man, he thought to himself. You’re on your hands and knees like a fucking animal. You gave this old dude your best shot and now he’s fucking owning you. He’s literally got you by the fucking balls. Christ, this hurts. Just play along for now, Beau. Get him off you, get your balls free, then wait until he turns his back and kick his ass. What’s that noise, anyway. Almost sounds like he’s spitting in his hand. “Ahh!”

In assessing his situation in his hangover-plagued mind, Beau hadn’t been paying attention to Henry. All he knew is that he suddenly felt something pressed… there. Beau felt something huge pressed against his asshole. His eyes went wider than ever in his life. He tried to yell, but was stopped by Henry’s arm around his neck.

“I told you, boy, ” the man said, “Your big dick may impress those little girls back home, but not me. You know why, boy?” Henry, smirking, leaned his head down next to the boy’s ear.

Beau could feel hot breath on the side of his face. The 18-year-old was trembling.

“Because I’m bigger, Beau.”

Beau shouted as he felt something huge penetrate his hole. He had never had anything up there, ever. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He was being invaded. He could feel it sliding deeper and deeper inside. “Please!” He shouted. “Please stop!”

“Hah!” Henry chuckled. “You could’ve prevented this easy. Not my fault you had to be such a fuckin’ punk. Now, what you’re feeling now is my cock, lubed up and sliding into your sweet ass.” Henry gave Beau a full-strength slap on the ass, and grinned both at the yelp that issued from the boy, and the bright red handprint he left on the boy’s creamy, white, smooth ass. “It’ll feel better if you relax, boy. And you’d better, because I’m not even halfway in.”

Beau wanted to keep shouting, but knew that nobody would hear him. They were too isolated, and his aunt wouldn’t be home for hours. He could barely process the feeling inside his ass. The man’s cock felt like a fucking flagpole. It was huge. How could it not be in all the way? This man was bigger, faster, stronger than Beau, and his cock was bigger than his, too? What am I supposed to do, he thought. I can’t get him off me. Can’t shout for help. Is he right? Should I just relax? Beau’s thoughts went blank as he felt the man’s cock drilling deeper and deeper into him. He heard himself shouting. At one point he felt the huge tool hit something inside him, and Beau could swear that his shouting started to sound more like… moaning.

“There ya go,” said Henry. “Knew you’d come around. I’m almost all the way in you now. Trust me, once I start fucking you, you’re gonna forget all about the pain.”

“Y… you’re going to fuck me?” Beau could hear the fear and exasperation in his voice. He felt tears running down his cheek. It seemed like a stupid question when he thought of it. After all, Henry’s dick was buried in his ass already. But Beau never thought he’d be getting fucked by a dude at all, let alone be totally owned by some old guy.

“What was that?” Henry finally pushed himself entirely inside the boy.

Beau groaned loudly. “You’re going to fuck me… sir?” His voice was meek.

“Yes,”, said Henry. “Yes I am. It’s a learning experience. You see, you think the world revolves around you. You think you can walk all over everybody. You don’t answer to anybody. You gotta learn different. If you’re going to be a fucking little punk, then I’m gonna teach you that you belong to me.” With that Henry pulled his cock back and again sank it deep into Beau’s ass. “Trust me, when I’m done you’ll thank me.”

Beau lowered his head. He had never heard himself make the noises he heard coming from his mouth as the man again and again slid his cock in and out of Beau’s tight ass. What started as a slow, deliberate pace to Beau’s first fucking was speeding up. He became aware not only of the huge tool destroying him, but the older man’s hips slapping against his ass.

That 20 minute walk to Danny’s house felt like a lifetime.

He lived in a largish house that opened onto the canal so after I had put my dress back on and dusted off my knees he led me out past the front of the club, over the bridge and down the towpath.

I couldn’t believe it was only 20 minutes, it actually felt like I was being led to the gallows as this fat ugly man took every opportunity to wind me up and make me feel helpless. Knowing Ben had told me to tell the truth he asked me a relentless series of questions, about my sex life, my pussy, my ass and anything else he could think of.

Any time he wasn’t satisfied with an answer he would ‘punish’ me (as he called it). The first time, he pulled my dress down to my waist and twisted my nipples a few times, making me cry out. The second he did the same but made me walk for a while with my chest on display to the world.

A couple of times it seemed he couldn’t contain himself and he pushed me up against the wall and rammed his tongue down my throat as his hands groped my pussy and my boobs. I think, in all honesty that was the worst – this sweaty guy with breath that stank of booze and cigarettes slobbering over me while touching me like that.

As we neared his home, he told me that as he enjoyed the movie of me all tied up and Cumming so much he was going to make a little movie of his own tonight, something I didn’t like the sound of at all. He said he ‘wants to hear me beg’ him to stop.

Through it all my mind kept going back to Ben, my gorgeous, strong boyfriend. I couldn’t have guessed how depraved he was – even with all the kinky shit we had done – and I couldn’t decide if I was feeling utterly betrayed by him or loved him even more for putting me in this position.

I mean, I’m submissive; there are no two ways about that, but giving me over to some fat pervert and not seeming to care..

We got to his house, a large place set back a little bit form the path and as scared as I was I don’t mind admitting I was very pleased to see it. Danny had had me handcuffed for the past mile or so and I didn’t know if the people we had passed had seen why my hands were tightly clasped behind my back.

The house had a porch, a little oblong roof with no walls that covered the front door; Danny stopped there and turned to face me. He pushed me backwards until I bumped into one of the posts that held up the porch, reached around me and undid one of the cuffs before slipping the short chain around the pillar and reattaching it to my wrist, then he pulled my dress down off my body and had me lift my feet as he picked it up from under my heels.

He looked me up and down as I nervously glanced at the path which was about 10ft away and grinned.

‘Now, I need to sort out some things inside before I’m ready for you,’ he said with an evil smile, ‘so be a good girl and wait there for me.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said fearfully not wanting to antagonise him and with a final pinch of my nipple he opened the door and went inside, leaving me alone and helpless in the dark.

I don’t know how long I was out there for but it was long enough. After a few minutes a young couple walked past but they didn’t see me, that didn’t stop my heart from hammering so hard I thought I was going to faint though.

The next people did notice though, a couple of young lads who were obviously a little drunk were walking past when one of them suddenly pointed.

‘Holy shit Brian, look at that!’ One of them said as they both stopped mouths agape.

‘Please, please, please,’ I was praying under my breath, praying they would just move on but of course they didn’t. Within seconds they had opened the small gate and were standing in front of me.

‘You alright love?’ the taller of the two asked – smirking, they couldn’t have been more than 17. ‘All tied up there?’

‘Yes sir,’ I replied remembering that Ben’s instructions.

‘Kinky game is it?’ the boy continued chortling.

‘Yes sir,’ I said hating every moment.

‘Fucking hell she’s fit!’ the other boy said as he got out his phone. ‘Hang on, let me get a pic!’

The first one reached out tentatively and grabbed my right breast and I closed my eyes as I heard the sound of the phone’s camera going.

‘Hey, she loves it Pete,’ the one mauling my boobs said laughing, ‘come and have a go!’

‘The one with the phone put it back in his pocket moved beside me and reached out, one hand went on my pussy and the other slid up the crack of my ass.

‘She’s fucking soaking Brian, here have a feel!’

They swapped places, the one called Brian roughly shoving what felt like a couple of fingers into my pussy while Pete decided it would be a laugh to pinch and twist my nipples. Despite myself I moaned at the invasion, my body reacting in a way my mind certainly didn’t want to and taking the noise as encouragement Brian tried to ram a third finger in, hurting me.

However, before they could get any further the light went on in the porch and between that and the noises from inside the house the two boys got spooked and ran off laughing.

I never thought I would be pleased to see Danny

but after being molested by a couple of randoms I almost wept with relief.

‘So you met some locals then?’ he chuckled as he undid my cuffs.

‘Yes sir and thank you for introducing me to them sir,’ I said having by now thoroughly learned my place.


Once inside he led me through to a large living room where he had set up a video camera on a tripod. Making me kneel on the floor with my hands still cuffed behind my back he fussed with the camera for a moment before settling back onto his armchair and pressing a remote, starting the recording.

‘Tell me your name?’


Why are you here Jayme?’

‘Because my boyfriend knows that I will hate every second of it.’

‘Every second of what Jayme?’

I swallowed, knowing the honest answer would piss him off.

‘Every second of being used and abused by a fat, ugly stranger sir.’

‘Look into the camera and say..I’m a fucking whore who deserves everything I get’

‘I’m a fucking whore who deserves everything I get sir.’

He chuckled.

‘Say..If I don’t do exactly what Danny wants I’ll find myself outside on the street, naked and handcuffed.’

I did.

After that I serviced him in a number of ways, I sucked his cock which was quite big but, as it turned out, wasn’t any cleaner than the rest of him. He made me lick his ass while I masturbated (all this for the camera) and then he dragged me upstairs.

His bedroom was open plan and he roughly pushed me down onto my face on the bed before fastening my hands to the headboard above me. By now I really didn’t care that he was setting up the camera at the foot of the bed, I just wanted this nightmare to be over.

After a while I heard the beep of the record starting and then felt his weight as he pushed my legs apart with his thighs, spreading me wide open in front of him.

‘I want you to say..Please Danny, please fuck my ass because I’m a whore.’

‘Please Danny,’ I started, stopping with a gasp as he squirted some cold lube on my helpless asshole. ‘Please Danny, please fuck my ass because I’m a whore!’

He did, ramming his way inside me and making me squeal before pulling back and ramming inside again. His cock wasn’t massive but was quite thick and the stretch on my ass was painful especially as he wasn’t being gentle in any way. However, despite myself I felt an orgasm build, one that crashed over me as he yanked my head back by my hair and spat on my cheek.

He didn’t last much longer after that, one moment he was pumping away and the next he had pulled out, leaving me feeling suddenly very empty, and was kneeling by my head.

‘Turn over’ he commanded and awkwardly with the handcuffs I did so, just in time for his first splash of hot cum to hit me in the face. He must have been saving up for a while as there was a lot of it, dribbling down my left cheek and forehead.

After he had finished he pushed his softening cock into my mouth, while he fiddled with the handcuffs, readjusting them so I could lie on my back properly and this done he pulled his dick away from my face and sat back on the bed.

‘Did you enjoy that princess?’ He asked with a smile.

‘No sir,’ I said, feeling his cooling cum dribble down my neck and into my hair.

‘Well, your night’s not over yet princess, this

next part will be loads of fun I guarantee you.’

With that he stood up, his now soft dick looking ridiculous under his sagging belly and I suddenly felt violated as I realised I had just cum hard with this ugly fat bastard’s cock up my ass. Suddenly I realised that the camera would have just recorded my face then, and I wondered if he would get a kick out of my disgust when he watched it.

Danny came back carrying my ankle cuffs that Ben must have lent him, he quickly buckled them on me and, using a couple of short lengths of rope, attached them to the bed frame – stretching my legs wide apart. Next he came back carrying my small, but very powerful, bullet vibrator and a roll of gaffa tape.

‘No no no,’ I said quietly shaking my head but the bastard just kept on coming. Kneeling between my legs he ripped off a length of tape before positioning the vibrator over my clit, then he carefully taped it in place, the hard plastic pushing onto me with my clit about halfway up the shaft. Then he tore some more tape and secured it into position, leaving only the twist-speed control exposed.

‘There you go, don’t want that falling off, do we?’

‘No sir,’ I replied. The fucker wanted to recreate the video he loved so much and sure enough he extended the camera on its tripod to its highest setting, looking down on my whole body. With that he clicked the button, making me groan as the powerful vibrations hit my sensitive clit.

‘Right then princess, I’m going to go and have me some supper. Have fun!’


A lot of women have problems coming but I’m not one of them. Any sexual stimulation will get me off hell sometimes even a massage can give me a little one if I’m extra horny.

So you can imagine what being left with a vibrator taped to my clit would do?

The first one took a while and I fought it, sweating heavily in my bonds, until I realised that was probably just what the bastard wanted me to do. It washed over me, making me cry out and writhe and I have to say, it felt amazing. The problem is that there was no let up and before that one had subsided I had a series of super intense ones around my clit and hips that made my stomach muscles knot up and my legs shake.

After that I kind of lost track, each subsequent orgasm became incrementally more painful as my poor abused clit became more and more sensitive – never painful enough to stop me fucking Cumming though!

After a while, and I have no idea how long, Danny came back upstairs, picked up the camera from the tripod and got some close-ups of my face as I begged him to make it stop. He also took the opportunity to run his hands all over my taught body and twist my nipples.

Finally, mercifully, he pulled the tape and vibrator away from my body, the lack of sensation almost as shocking as the vibrator had been. Still holding his camera, he quickly knelt between my legs and fed his hard cock into my swollen pussy and started fucking me.

I couldn’t help but cry out every time his pubes brushed against my swollen clit and I was helpless to resist, bound as I was, when he dropped the camera and leant over me before shoving his tongue into my mouth as he came, his cock pulsing inside me as his fat, heavy body juddered.

After a while he raised himself up to his knees in-between my legs and picked up the camera before focussing it on my face.

‘Say..Thank-you Danny for fucking me,’ he said with a smug grin.

‘Thank-you Danny for fucking me, Sir,’ I replied, my body still thrumming with the effects of the vibrator.

He clicked the camera off and put it down carefully. Then he untied my ankles – although he left the cuffs on – and chuckled as I groaned when I pulled my aching legs together.

Leaving my wrists tied above my head he simply threw a thin sheet over me before walking out and turning off the light.

At the door he stopped for a moment, looking back at me.

‘Best get some sleep Princess, you’ve got a long

day ahead of you tomorrow.’


Despite Danny’s advice, I really didn’t sleep very well.

Aside from the fact my arms are still tied securely to the headboard, my clit was throbbing from the lengthy overstimulation earlier and my ass was aching from when he had roughly fucked it. At least I didn’t reek of some stranger’s cum…Oh wait, that’s right I totally did that as well.

It didn’t help that despite my predicament I couldn’t shake the image of Ben touching that Blonde slut Eve, it all seemed so natural, less like strangers flirting and more like people who know each other intimately.

I must have dozed off at some point though as the next thing I knew I was being woken up by someone running their hands over my body, up in-between my legs and probing at my pussy with their fingers. I remember thinking, before I was properly awake, that it was Ben and we were in our lovely bed after a night out but when I opened my eyes I found myself looking at Danny as he rubbed at my moistening pussy.

‘You are such a slut,’ he said with a grin holding up shiny, slick fingers. ‘Nice dreams?

Right let’s get you in the shower.’

With that he wiped his hand on my belly and leant over to unlock my wrists.

I was so grateful that I could rub some life back into my shoulders and wrists I barely noticed the sunlight streaming through the window.

‘What…what time is it?’ I asked him as he led me to the bathroom.

‘About a quarter past eight,’ he said glancing down at his watch before looking up at me with an evil little smile. ‘You must have been pretty tired; I was fingering your cunt for ages before you woke up.’

I shuddered but didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I loathed the idea of him touching me while I slept. Sitting down on the loo – of course he watched – I gratefully voided and I suddenly realised how hungry I was.

Quickly I jumped into the shower and washed the filth of the previous night off myself, it felt good to be clean though I realised getting rid of the memories would take a lot longer. Danny of course, had videoed me in the shower and he kept it on as he showed me his ex-wife’s makeup and hair products. Eventually he gave up and told me to come downstairs when I was done and I had a few precious moments to myself.

All I felt was loathing, both for this sad bastard who had used me last night and for myself for Cumming so hard and so many times while he cheapened me. It was only remembering that this was my choice that kept me going. I found myself wanting to prove myself to Ben, wanting to test myself to destruction.

He was right when we spoke in the pub, I was already thinking differently. I was, I realised, thinking like a true submissive – rationalising Ben’s callousness and disregard for me as a test of my love for him. I knew that if I made it through this weekend I would be utterly his and he would be able to do anything he wanted to me.

‘Come on then Jayme,’ I said to the pretty girl in the mirror, ‘let’s go further down the rabbit hole.’

Walking into the other room I saw that Danny had left my dress, shoes, the leather ankle-cuffs and the metal handcuffs on the bed, I was eerily reminded of getting ready the previous evening when I was a lot more innocent.

Realising I had been taking my time I quickly buckled on the shoes, slipped into the dress – which had remained remarkably clean – buckled the ankle cuffs and, after making sure everything was as perfect as it could be, put my hands behind my back and snapped the shackles shut on my wrists.

‘A vision!’ Danny exclaimed as I carefully stepped down the stairs in my heels. I forced a smile onto my face as I certainly didn’t want to antagonise him and I desperately, desperately wanted to be away from him.

I saw he had just finished a bowl of cereal and my stomach grumbled. I hadn’t eaten since the previous night and had been through a lot of stress in that time. If Danny noticed he didn’t care though, all he was doing was eying my lean body as I stood in front of him, unsure what to do.

He stood up and walked to the dresser where he picked up some sunglasses and his car keys.

‘Right then princess, we are going for a little drive,’ he smirked. ‘Don’t worry, I’m taking you to where Ben will pick you up.’

‘Oh thank you sir,’ I exclaimed, perhaps this nightmare would be over soon I thought. He just smiled and opened the front door – gesturing me to go through.

A little nervously I stepped into the porch where, only a few hours ago I had been molested by a couple of young lads. I shuddered again at how I was changing when I realised my pussy had become damp just thinking about it – when only a day ago the thought would have horrified me.

The towpath was only ten feet away and I was standing here, dressed like a whore and blinking in the bright Saturday morning sunlight with my hands cuffed behind my back and I didn’t really care, beyond a pleasurable twinge in my clit, as I realised anyone could see me.

With a hand in my lower back, Danny pushed me towards his car – a big, black BMW – and clicking the fob the boot lid popped open.

‘Get in then, princess,’ he said irritably, seeing my confused expression and seeing no other choice I sat myself awkwardly over the lip and swung my legs into the boot. Once I was in he slammed the lid shut, leaving me curled up awkwardly in the grimy smelling darkness.

I heard him get in and the engine start and then was bumped about as the car started to move. To be honest I didn’t know how long I was in there but I was pretty sure it was a lot longer than it would take to drive back to Ben’s house. After a while I realised I had been in there for ages and I was pretty sure we had been on a motorway for a stretch, no corners or acceleration for a time at least.

Finally, after a bumpy few minutes, the car stopped and he turned off the engine. I heard him get out and then my eyes were tearing in the bright sunlight.

‘Get out,’ he said reaching in and lifting me easily with one hand under my ribs and the other under my thigh.

He put me down and I tottered unsteadily on my heels as my cramped legs regained circulation.

‘Where are we?’ I asked a little fearfully as he shut the boot and locked it. I looked around but all I could see were a lot of trees surrounding a small gravel car park. Thankfully there were no other cars there at the time.

‘This is where Ben and I grew up princess; we used to play here a lot as kids. He wanted me to show you our old den.’

‘I thought you said you were taking me to him?’

‘You were right, it’s just he’s not here yet, don’t worry princess you’ll see Ben soon enough.

Now,’ he said pointing to a dirt path the other side of the car park, ‘get walking.’

We walked for about ten minutes, deeper and deeper into the woodland. Danny kept a hand on my back as between the heels and the rough ground I stumbled a lot. I hated that I had to rely on him but with my hands cuffed behind my back I would have fallen otherwise.

We passed a couple of ramblers, a nice looking old couple, who tutted when they saw me, making me feel deeply embarrassed and ashamed. However it wasn’t long before Danny turned off the path altogether and into the woods proper.

The reason for his turn was soon revealed as, about twenty feet in from the path a small glade opened up with a pair of overgrown, rusty benches. It looked exactly the kind of place kids would hang around in and I could immediately see a fire pit complete with burned out beer cans and cigarette butts.

Trevor anxious to start the class so he could start pouring over his student’s questionnaires, walked deliberately around the front of the auditorium. The questionnaires always gave him an erection as he discovered this year’s virgin, how often she masturbated, and what sexual fantasies she might have. Finding virgins with intact hymens was especially rare but so far he had managed to find at least one every quarter. He would then borrow medical equipment from the anatomy instructor to give the seminar a clear view of the inside of a woman who had never let another man touch her. He used a colonoscopy scope that lit up and gave a great picture that he projected on the large screen. He was always very careful not to penetrate her to leave everything intact for his favorite part of the series “fucking a virgin”.

The students began filing into class. He watched as they drifted in saying pleasantly, “Please fill the front seats first, we will be watching a film today”.

He would say this every few minutes or so as the rest of the students sauntered in before the class started. Trevor introduced his TA, Eric, to the class. Eric was one of his returning seminar students and a personal favorite. Eric was a PE major with an exceptionally large cock and a very muscular demeanor. The site of him soaked more than one or two panties Trevor was sure. Eric would be running to the computer lab to print Trevor’s seminar extra credit invitations after he read the questionnaires and sorted out the students who would make the cut for the Role Play Erotica seminar over the Understanding & Treasuring your Body ~ a discussion on safe sex and mutual monogamy. He liked to teach the Erotica seminar the weekend before he taught the course on responsible sexuality. It always amused him the adoring looks he got from his mature, responsible, conservative students as he thought of his virgin and teaching in front of her knowing what he did for the remainder of the quarter. Often he would engage in a mutual sexual relationship until she moved out of his class enjoying the taboo indulgence.

Trevor wondered if anyone noticed his erection as he excitedly panned the room and his students with his gaze.

“Please pass your questionnaires to the center aisle so Eric can collect them.”

He busied himself setting up the film with anticipation. He’d leave Eric in charge of the film so he could spend the next hour and a half separating out the papers. When Eric collected from the last row he quickly walked up taking them into his hands as he left to read them privately in his office.

Trevor’s office was around the corner a few doors down from the auditorium. It was a small office without a window but he had it well lit. Sometimes he liked to lock the door when he had students in his office so he could have some privacy. He liked to tell his colleagues that his subject matter was sensitive and when a student had a question he wanted them to feel safe and at ease. He didn’t share that often when girls that attended his seminar came into his office they were looking for more than answers to Human Sexuality topics. He put in a comfortable sofa and had his bottom file filled with adult toys he liked to take out and explore with these girls who, before they attended the seminar, had never heard of or even seen some of the adult products that were designed to vibrate and massage their G spots.

Trevor walked around and set the papers down in front of him then did the initial sort. Some of his favorite questions:

Why are you attending a course on Human Sexuality? What do you hope to learn from taking the class?

What kind of birth control do you currently use? What is your current knowledge of STDs and safe sex practices?

How many sexual partners have you had since you’ve become sexually active?

Describe your sexual experiences and your attitude towards your own sexuality.

How do you feel about masturbation? How often do you masturbate?

Please describe any fantasies and fetishes you would like to explore in more depth with the class.

Have you ever watched a movie that excited you so much you became noticeably aroused? Please describe what the characters in the movie where doing that excited you.

Trevor always did the initial sort on how many sexual partners his students had. He really didn’t care about the question unless the answer was N/A or none. He was happy to see he had several students both male and female that had never had sex with anyone. This year he had 5 students.

Their answers:

Kara Johnson:

I am taking Human Sexuality to understand the historical aspects of human sexuality from a multicultural perspective. I would like to understand my own sexual anatomy better and to explore other sexual lifestyles in a safe environment. I don’t fully understand STDs and the different types of contraceptive choices available.

I’ve been fearful to have sex with anyone because of the social stigmas behind having an STD and I don’t want to catch anything. I’m taking birth control pills currently because my doctor recommended them for some menstruation issues I have.

I haven’t had any sexual experiences yet but I’m hoping after taking this class I will have a better understanding of sex and to feel comfortable exploring my own sexuality and finally getting away from my parents domineering religious crap.

Masturbation has always confused me. I’ve wanted to touch myself many times but when I talked to my mother about masturbation she invited a priest over to talk about the spiritual ramifications of touching yourself before you’re married and I’ve always felt guilty for wanting to touch myself. I haven’t masturbated other than to feel how wet I get when I get excited about something and sometimes it does feel good to rub my clitoris when I know no one is watching.

I have had a fantasy after watching a movie. I was at a friend’s house whose parents watch Showtime and HBO. I liked watching Gladiator with Russell Crowe but Spartacus “Blood and Sand” & “Gods of the Arena” really excited me. One scene had a Patrician come to the Ludas wanting to have sex with a virgin and he put his hands into two naked beautiful girls (slaves) to see which one was tighter and then had a gladiator take her virginity roughly while he watched. Next, he violated her from behind at the same time. I’m not sure why I was so excited by the idea of losing my virginity to a gladiator while some rich perverted man also had sex with me in the ass but it does excite me. It’s probably a good thing I can’t lose my virginity that way because it would probably hurt but seeing it in the movie really turned me on.

Trevor nearly fell out of his chair. He stood up to go lock his office door and sat down to read the paragraph over and over knowing he was going to offer her what she was fantasying about and that he would be the one to drive it home in her ass for the first time if she let him. Eric would be the perfect gladiator he was built like a brick shithouse with a cock that was larger than most and he looked like a gladiator it was perfect. Trevor unzipped his slacks and reached his hands in to gently stroke the head of his penis picturing being next to them while Eric roughly pulled her close and inserted himself into her breaking her hymen violently while he watched. Trevor was stroking more passionately now as he took a break to enjoy the story play out in his head. He’d seen this scene. The gladiator drug her down and roughly inserted himself inside her then the Roman demanded she be on top fucking the gladiator so he could shove her down and violate her from behind. The slave was crying and was devastated. He was surprised this excited Kara. He exploded while he visualized how different being turned on by a movie to actually doing this in front of the other students in full costume would be for her.

He went to the next paper.

Kristy Nelson:

I am attending human sexuality this year to learn more about sex, sexuality, and my body. I would like to explore male/female anatomy and learn more about how a large class explores and interprets this subject together. I would like to hear women that are a larger size talk about how they overcome body issues and how they feel about sex and being naked in front of someone else. I’d like to learn how to be more comfortable with my own body.

I am not sexually active so I don’t need birth control. I don’t know too much about the different kinds of STDs but I think society spends too much time worrying about them. Many of them are treatable and the permanent ones really are prevalent and not that big a deal. Getting aids wouldn’t be an interest. I would like to avoid that.

I haven’t had sex yet. I am a little worried my weight would put someone off and am embarrassed by the idea of a man seeing me naked.

Masturbation embarrasses me. I’ve been excited by movies and books and have felt drawn to play around afterwards but I’ve always thought maybe someone would hear me or walk in or that someone would know I’ve been doing it. I’d rather not do it then have someone judge me for doing it.

I guess my fantasy would be to find a man who loves my size that I feel comfortable getting naked with. I would like to have sex and learn how to feel comfortable. I’d like to hear about how other people masturbate and how they feel about it. I guess I’d like to learn how to relax and enjoy my own sexuality.

I do get turned on by movies. I watched “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” and I loved watching her go from being shy and awkward to being more confident. I also liked “The Mirror has Two Faces”. Movies where women overcome issues around weight and men who enjoy them unconditionally excite me. I watch “Drop Dead Diva” and feel I could be more like her and learn how to be comfortable in my own skin. I’m hoping this class will help me with that.

Shawn Trebar:

I am taking this class to learn more about sex. How to find it, how to get a girl to agree to it, and where one goes to seek it out without paying for it.

I don’t care about STDs but I guess learning about them would maybe make my mother feel good that she’s helping me pay for college. I’ll probably bring that up next time I see her.

I’ve not got laid yet but I’m hoping this class might help me change all that. Maybe a horny student will latch onto me and want to help me get rid of my virginity.

I masturbate all the time and love porn. I read stories online. I like amateur porn that looks unrehearsed without all the dumb music and fake looking porn stars. I like the younger girls with the older guys or the stepdaughter does the stepfather. Taboo topics turn me on.

Trevor enjoyed reading this one. This kid was in for a good time his first time out. He had a feeling he’d being seeing him again as a returning student for other seminars.

Jane Brooks:

I am taking this course to learn more about responsible sex and safe practices. I want to learn more about our bodies and how to keep them healthy. I’d like to see how other people interact and discuss sexuality as a group.

I’ve never had sex because God intended for me to be pure for my husband. I’m saving myself for my husband. He will be the only man to ever touch me.

Masturbation is wrong and this questionnaire is almost inappropriate for a college course.

Trevor quickly dropped this one in the Safe Sex Seminar pile. This student didn’t interest him. She was uptight and he felt sorry for her future husband but knew he’d probably be as uptight as her. Erotica Role-play was not for her.

Jim Baker:

I’m taking this course because I think learning how other people handle sexuality and topics around sex and sexual behavior will help me with my seminary courses and it’s important I learn other peoples thoughts and values so that I can be the best pastor I can be for my congregation when I finish school.

Trevor stopped reading and moved him into the rejected pile. Someone dedicating their life to bringing people closer to God didn’t need a two day hands on practicum in Erotic Role Playing. This guy would enjoy the guest speakers from local religious groups. He set his 3 virgins in the Erotica pile and set aside the other two.

Trevor enjoyed reading and separating the more experienced students. Nikki Johnson was maybe one of his favorites.

Nikki Johnson:

I’m taking this class with an old friend. We wanted to learn more about Human Sexuality together and thought a group class would be an interesting place to talk about sex and our bodies.

I’ve had surgery so I can’t get pregnant. I would like to learn about the different kinds of STDs. I’ve been lucky about not catching anything and would like to continue so I do ask about a man’s history with STDs but I enjoy having sex without any latex or barriers so I am I guess higher risk.

I’ve had sex with around 30 different people give or take a few. Most of those were with people I was dating.

My sexual experiences? I guess I like boring sex the best. I like the man on the top. I like things to be gentle and to feel a man’s weight on me when we are having sex. I like my nipples to be nibbled on and pinched. I like to be kissed and talked to when a man is having sex with me. I really like having sex with my friend who’s taking this class, Edward.

Masturbation is something I do every day if I can’t have sex. I’m a very sexual person. Edward actually bought and mailed me a vibrating rabbit to play with for when he was off on a job or not around. He’s called me and listened while I used it while I listened to him touching himself. He’s introduced me to erotic fiction online after he got me to write him some erotic stories based on a character he developed. Some of my best relationships were with people who weren’t uptight about masturbating in front of me. If one person has an orgasm before the other one sometimes it’s fun to finish off with the other person in the room watching.

Fetishes and fantasies, I like reading rape stories, step parents with their step kids, I have kind of a perverted sister my family adopted and I wouldn’t mind fooling around with her and watching Edward fuck her while I’m fiddling with her clit and pinching her tits. She tried to show me her breasts last time we hung out together then kissed some horny blonde chick right in front of me. I’d really like to have an opportunity to do the wrong thing with her rather than the “Catholic guilt” thing. Fucking my sister would be amazing and watching Edward fuck her in front of me would be a shocking diversion especially if she let me touch and play with her while they fucked in front of me.

I watch Californication, Spartacus, porn, & lots of sexual movies. On Californication I enjoy watching the X-files guy having sex with all these different women while being such a gentleman and a nice guy. His character, although a horn dog, is still likeable and someone I would actually want to fool around with. Spartacus is just straight up violence and porn. I love everything about that show. I liked when he was fucking the blonde bitch whose husband was responsible for putting his wife into slavery and when they took off the masks when they were tricked into fucking each other he went into a murderous rage and started strangling her. I’d have liked it better if they kept fucking while he strangled her to death. I also liked the scenes where the slaves were forced to have sex with people. One in particular was a wife who was honorable and faithful to her husband but she was a slave so was forced to fuck the champion gladiator and she suffered through it then towards the end she got turned on and started enjoying having sex with him.

Trevor poured over each answer from his students especially interested in the Twins, Teva and Deborah, unfortunately Deborah’s answers really did put her in the other seminar but Teva’s interested him enough not to separate the girls.

Teva Baker:

I am taking your class because I have no idea what a Human Sexuality course will be like and am curious about how an instructor approaches the topic.

I am taking birth controls pills. I’ve never had an STD but do practice safe sex with men I’m not planning on having a relationship with.

I’ve been with a few men and women. Probably around 20ish combined.

I think masturbation is wonderful. You’re in complete control of your body and how you manipulate your hands and toys. I often masturbate while reading erotica, watching cable, watching boyfriends on the internet touching themselves. I love it.

My biggest fantasy is to have sex with my sister. I know she’s never been interested in having sex with me because it’s “incestuous” but we are identical twins. I want to kiss her, I want to suck and bite her tits, I want to use toys to excite her. I’d love to put on a strap on with a vibrating dildo and fuck her. I’d love to have sex with her and someone else.

I did watch a movie on Netflix called “Dairy of a Nymphomaniac” which I watched a few times. I liked watching her with the black man in the Jacuzzi tub. When he went in to fuck her with a bottle it shocked me. She wasn’t in the mood but did it anyway because he liked to fuck her with it. I liked watching her in the Jacuzzi tub while she leaned completely back exposing her breasts as he pumped into her.

Her sister’s answers were very different. She’d only been with a few people. Deborah was much more conservative then her sister. She might be a problem in his seminar. He really wanted to keep them together because they were gorgeous and had great figures. He was starting to see them maybe with an older man playing the role of their step father or a black student which seemed to excite Teva.

Trevor sorted the papers into two piles then walked over to his PC to type out the names for Eric. He grabbed the list off the printer and headed back to the auditorium. Eric would need some time to prepare the seminar invitations. Once printed with the student’s names he would call them forward and watch as they walked to the front of the class to grab their extra credit assignments. This gave him the opportunity to look over his innocent student and get to know the other students who would partake in his yearly class orgy. Eric enjoyed this part too as he made the invitations he would check out the girls who he might be able to screw that coming weekend. He was particularly excited about the twins. They had made the Erotica pile. Eric had no idea the Prof. was going to give him a special treat and one of his virgins.

Eric came back in and handed off the invitations to Trevor. His confident walk, athletic frame, and cheerful disposition were intoxicating. Eric stepped out of the way leaning casually against Trevor’s desk with a great view of the students walking to get their invites. The class was almost over.

Trevor began, “I am inviting each of you to attend my extra credit seminar. These seminars can add 20% to your course grade. You are welcome to attend. I have separated you into two different groups based on your answers to my introductory questionnaire. When I call your names please come forward and then you can enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

“Nikki Johnson and Edward Roberts” Nikki and Edward stood up, they were toward the back. They both looked like they were in their late 30s early 40s. Nikki was overweight but walked with the confidence of a thinner younger lady. Both were dressed well. Edward was muscular and attractive. “I’d like to talk to both of you in my office about this weekend’s seminar. I’d like your help setting up and help with the first demonstration. You can meet me in about 15 minutes down the hall in room 217.”

“Kara Johnson.” Kara came forward she was a few rows back. She had a near perfect figure with full perky breasts. Her hair was dark brown almost black and straight. She looked quite a bit like Natalie Portman. An innocence about her that was intoxicating. He would be watching her walk away fantasizing about Eric fucking her while he pushed her forward violating her virgin ass from behind. He wasn’t disappointed. Her firm heart shaped ass looked incredible in jeans. Eric watched her come down the stairs and when she turned to walk away his breath caught in his throat. He remembered her name being on the good list. Even if he didn’t get the opportunity to fuck her he would enjoy watching as someone else did.

Author’s note:

Here we go again. Part 7 of a one-part serial.

Questions answered, questions asked, and fan-service for everyone who wanted Sable to take charge and give subs everywhere something to fantasise about.

This really is a series in rigidly ordered parts, not a series of loosely connected stories set in the same universe. If you haven’t read the rest, you will have no idea what is going on.

Now, let the action commence.



Outside the laboratory door Catherine took a deep breath, smoothed down clothes that didn’t wrinkle and braced herself. It was her turn.

The door slid open with the smooth, low purr built in to announce it was working.

The Engineer was standing against a high desk, leaning on his elbows with his head in his hands.

After the first time one of them had tried to tiptoe up to him, she made sure her heels clicked on the floor.

“MRI,” he said as she got closer. “CT scans. Functional MRI. PET. None of it shows any fucking difference, and I don’t know if any of it is different to normal humans anyway!


He straightened up suddenly and hurled a pen straight through a monitor and its metal frame and out the other side, embedding it in the wall.

“Collecting scientists doesn’t work because they live by this world’s rules, so they don’t know there is any difference between humans and … them.

“I can build a machine that finds Supers, but it doesn’t work on you two. I can’t build a machine that finds humans, it just DOESN’T. FUCKING. WORK!”

He stood very upright and very still, breathing heavily with his hands clenched into fists by his side as the broken bits of monitor finished tickling to the bench and the ground.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

His hand shot up, one finger extended in the universally recognised “shush” gesture.

“I’m going to let some steam off,” he said in a very controlled voice, turned sharply and marched out the door. The last thing she heard before the door closed behind him was a very polite “Could you please clean that up?”


Arnaud made coffee by instinct, avoided finding out the dangers of playing with boiling water while naked, found china cups and a silver tray and carried it all back through to the bedroom.

He stepped inside the door and instantly froze, blind and unable to move as black bands appeared over his eyes and around his calves, thighs, and chest and upper arms.

He was lifted off the ground and the tray lifted out of his hands before his arms were forced to his sides and bound there.

He instinctively reached out to the link between him and Sable and instead of a clean line through to her mind he found a muddy, vague sense of direction ending in a flaming wall of anger.

“Try and get into my mind again,” she said with the dispassionate, even tones of absolute certainty, “and I will rip your balls off.”

He felt a band encircle his scrotum at the base and slowly tighten, stretching it and forcing his testicles together. She didn’t stop until he gasped in pain.

“Do you understand me?”

“You did not want me to? You asked me what my powers were …”

He screamed as the band around his scrotum clenched.

“You did not get permission to use them. You’re new in this city, you’re new in this world, so I’ll tell you this very clearly. You can choose to be good or evil but if you choose evil I will hunt you down like a dog.”

“I believe I am a Villain,” he said tentatively, but she cut him off with a force he almost felt as physical.

“FUCK THAT. You are a HUMAN now, do you hear me? That means you make your own fucking decisions.

“I was bought into this world as a Hero. I thought what we did was pretty fucking stupid, and the way we went about it even more so.

“Then I came here and suddenly because I wear black I’m a Villain. Well, fuck that. I am what I make me. I look after myself and I choose to look after people who get in the way of selfish, fucked-in-the-head Villains or who get caught in the crossfire when Heroes with simplistic fucking value systems fire at will.

“And you are NOT going to just accept some fucking label put on you by fate because the mere fact of being human means you make your own fucking fate, do you fucking understand me?”

“This word ‘fucking’, …” he began.

“Is multiply useful,” she said brusquely. “It began as another verb for sex, now it can be whatever you want it to be, mostly emphasis. Don’t dodge the fucking question.”

“I think I understand you,” he said slowly.

“Good. Because I am telling you: I decide to be a Hero now. You live in this city, you make a life here, and by any gods anybody here believes in if you fuck with the people of this city I will fuck you up because I am appointing myself defender of anyone who can’t look after themselves, I don’t care how fucking unofficial I am about it.

“Because I don’t care about their status – if they’re old humans, or brand new, or just making up the scenery. While they look human they deserve all the rights of humans, you got that?”

There was silence, for not quite too long. “I understand you,” he said. “How am I to tell what is right and what is wrong?”

“What did you get while raping my fucking mind?” she snapped at him.

He was silent again. “Emotions,” he finally said. “Something … empathy?”

“Good. You keep that. You throw away the rest but you keep that. You feel what you do to people and you remember that.”

He almost nodded, but her bands still kept him locked rigidly in position. “Okay.”

She stared at him, drawing the silence out until he wondered what he had missed, what he was supposed to say. “Can I trust you?” She finally asked. “Can I trust you to behave yourself and stay the fuck out of my head?”

“I promise I will not do that again, now I know what I am doing,” he said with sincerity in his voice.

She stared at him, drawing the silence out past the point of discomfort once more. “Good. And believe me, if you try you may even succeed but I will go down fighting, and if you ever let me go again I will see to it I destroy you as completely as a Super can be destroyed.”

He didn’t need to wonder about the emotion the tone of her voice induced in him then. He knew immediately it was fear.


“Good afternoon!”

The Engineer’s only reply was a strangled moan of exhaustion and pain.

His latest guest was a Heroine called Mercura who dressed in a miniskirt and low-cut latex blouse, cape, face-mask, gloves to over her elbows and boots to mid-calf and who could project blasts of energy from the space in front of her belly.

She needed to curl forwards and use her hands to summon the ball of energy, so the Engineer had shackled her wrists and ankles to the corners of the room, face-up, and lifted her off the ground by a belt around her waist, arching her backwards.

Lying down, she would have been merely helpless. But by stretching her in a backwards arch around a thin belt cutting into her back he kept her in a constant state of tension and pain.

She may have been able to endure it if he hadn’t already conducted a full interrogation, but even a Super can reach exhaustion with an hour of continuous arousal followed by half an hour of orgasms while being forced to answer questions.

But not even a tall, fit, big-breasted Heroine in the throws of continuous orgasm had been able to distract the Engineer from his frustrations after she was unable, even in a state of complete delirium, to give him any insights into the nature of the reality of the world they were in.

He hadn’t even fucked her himself.

He fully intended to change that.

As he walked in the door she was side-on to him. He stopped a moment to admire the graceful, strained arch of her torso and limbs and the way he had kept her breasts out of the way by pulling her nipples up, using the rings he had inserted out of habit, pulling them at an exactly calculated angle perpendicular to her chest.

For purposes of symmetry, he had done the same thing to her clit, the thin lines from either end of her body now nicely balanced, the slight stretch on her clitoris sufficient to reduce her to mindless flesh but not cause any unnecessary pain.

She was still sweating and still delirious, body shivering as the piercings kept her at a level of arousal that should not, physiologically, have been possible even for a Heroine for so long.

He strolled slowly around her, relishing the view from all angles as he stepped over the chain holding her right wrist and moved in front of her. For the sake of convenience, he had strung her up so her head and hips were at approximately hip height, and then bought in a chair so he could interrogate her face to upside-down face.

He sat in that chair and regarded her.

The proud, defiant and noble face of the Heroine was now drawn, red, sweat-covered, slack-jawed and with unfocused, staring eyes. He had tied her hair to the floor to keep her head in one spot and it was pulling her forehead taut.

He waved in front of her vacant gaze. “Anybody home?”

Not even her pupils reacted.

With a sigh he took the remote out of his pocket and relaxed the tension on the three lines to her piercings.

She responded surprisingly rapidly, tone returning to her face and her eyes settling, coming together and focusing on him. She tried to speak, but it was a dry rasp.

He bent down for the water bottle by his feet. It was in the shape of a large dildo and the drinker had to suck hard to open the valve.

She already knew what it was and thirst overrode any revulsion she might still have. She opened her mouth wide and he slid it smoothly and with the ease of practice into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and she drank a litre from the self-filling reservoir before she stopped sucking.

He pulled it out of her mouth. “You were saying?” He asked, politely.

“What do you want with me?” she croaked. “I couldn’t answer any of your questions. What do you still want with me?”

“Well …” he began, then stopped and frowned. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She wasn’t supposed to have reached that point in bargaining, ever. There was a script – near two hundred years had taught him exactly what it was. She was supposed to …

“If it would help at all,” she whispered, “I promise not to attack you if you let me down.”

She was definitely not supposed to say that!

“Who are you?” he snarled, eyes narrowing. “And what have you done with the two-dimensional NPC I left strung up in these chains?”

“I am still Mercura,” she croaked. What is an ‘NPC’? I don’t understand.”

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, opened them to see her staring at him in pain, confusion and something that was definitely resignation. She had given up.

She had given up.

They never give up.

It was a fundamental rule – Heroes never give up, never admit defeat, keep fighting in the face of the most blatant proof they’ve lost, all up until their minds are controlled.

But she had given up.

He leaned forwards in the chair to stare into her eyes, nose to forehead.

“Were you human?” he asked, harshly.

“No,” she gasped. “I was never human. I began here.”

This was becoming hard to take. He’d have to go and fuck one of his maids to recover composure, at this rate.

He took a deep breath. “How old are you?”

“I’m not sure … maybe a year.”

One year? That was far more random than he had guessed.

“When did you have this sudden realisation?” he asked flatly.

“I’m not sure … I just … realised.”

He looked at her, dragging the moment out while trying to sort it through in his head and the look on her face, without the constant stimulation to her clitoris keeping her consciousness suppressed, becoming more and more drawn and stressed.

“What do you want with me?” she asked again, breaking the silence first. “Do you want to fuck me? Let me down and I’ll fuck you.”

He blinked, completely blind-sided. That was far too much like Sable, and unbalanced him for a second too long to maintain his composure.

“You’re a Heroine,” he snarled. “Heroine’s do pure and chaste, they don’t offer to fuck their captors to be let off punishment.”

“Why not?” she gasped, staring him straight in the eye. “You’ve done everything else to me. You’ve tormented me with sex for I don’t know how long. I can’t remember everything you’ve done to me. I got captured two weeks ago and raped and I didn’t enjoy it but you’ve forced me to enjoy this.

“So fuck me. Tie me to a bed if you like. Rape me as much as …”

“STOP!” He held up his hand, shaking a little with a confused mixture of bafflement, the fear of the strange and a murky rage at his assumptions being violated.

He pointed a quivering finger at his face. “You are changing,” he snarled. “You are evolving. You are becoming more intelligent, more self-aware and more reasonable. Soon you will be indistinguishable from actual human. Why are you doing that? HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?”

“I don’t know!” she almost shouted, without the energy to do so properly, tears of frustration adding to the tears of pain in her eyes.

He abruptly lifted the remote, pressed it. The lines attached to her piercings tautened slightly. She moaned, eyes rolling back in her head but consciousness still lingering.

“Ask me again,” he said softly.

“Fuck meeee,” she groaned, body beginning to tremble in the inverted suspension.

“Be specific.”

“Shove your dick in me,” she gasped out. “Fuck my pussy. Please!”

“Beg to suck my cock. Beg to be allowed to suck my cock.”

Body and mind already broken, no amount of self-control could have prevented her from begging to wrap her lips around his head, begging to be allowed to suck him and show him what a good little cock-sucking whore she could be.

Her inventiveness impressed him so much he was convinced she wasn’t trying to deceive him, wasn’t just playing along with her kidnapper.

He slid off the chair into a crouch, ducked underneath her and came up between her legs, spreading his lab coat and pants with practiced ease and efficiency.

He turned off the tension once more and slipped the remote into his pocket before unclipping the line to the ring through her clitoris and flicking the thin cord out of the way.

“Mercura,” he said, mildly. “Are you sure you haven’t ever been fucked and enjoyed it?”

“No,” she whispered, barely audible to where he stood in front of her glistening, spread pussy.

“It feels like this,” he said, still mild, before seizing her hips, lining up and plunging in right to the core of her in one movement.


He pulled back and slammed in, his cock swelling, stretching her, finding her limit in girth and length, filling her as completely as was possible, adjusting his hips and leaning slightly forwards so he slammed into her clitoris every time he bottomed out inside her.

Her body, stretched tight but not locked in position, writhed under his hands as he groped her wide hips, muscular ass and thighs, narrow waist and up to the unnaturally firm globes of her breasts.

He settled into the tireless, superhuman speed and power he could maintain for hours, letting a little precum leak to seep into her bloodstream and make her his, all the while keeping up a running monologue.

“This is what it feels like, and it can feel better. Later on it will feel better. Oh, it’ll take me a long time to finish with you. I’ll fuck your pussy until you cum, and I’ll fuck your ass until you cum, and I’ll fuck your mouth until I cum all over your pretty Super Heroine face and I’ll fuck your tits and drench you with my cum and all the time you’ll be desperate for more, you’ll be begging, you’ll be pleading, because this is what happens to Heroines after I’ve been playing with them for hours.

“You’ll recover, but until then you’ll be mine. You’ll be mine in body and soul and you’ll be my willing fucktoy desperate to do anything I tell you to do, any sordid thing with me and my other toys because I know your body, I know how it works and I know how to make it mine and right now, strung up like meat, you can’t fucking stop me.

“Now cum, bitch.”

He let himself shoot inside her as her scream hit a pitch to shatter glass and her body thrashed in her bonds, clamping around him feeling so good he wondered, as he always did, how a non-Super could ever satisfy him again.

He pulled out of her abruptly, leaving her body desperate for more, his cock sticking grotesquely huge out the front of his pants.

Then he pulled out the remote and lowered her to the ground, the bonds falling away from her limbs and her body as limp as a rag doll.


Arnaud felt himself moved forwards, still bound rigidly upright.

“The thing about having sex while under mental control,” Sable said, her voice dropping from angry to a calculated, meaningful purr that made his skin crawl from the more unmanning fear of the unexpected, “is that you don’t remember it all. It’s hazy, a jumble of sensations, emotions, images and snatches of events.

“The problem with that is, apart from being unsettling and just maybe intensely terrifying, is it’s unsatisfying.

“It’s just not fair if your body has all the fun and you didn’t experience it properly, you know?”

Arnaud could sense her standing right in front of him, not by his powers but by the prickling of his forehead. He could also sense, as adrenalin washed his system and the pressure from the band around his balls did not let up, an involuntary erection.

“Luckily, I have almost everything I need to correct that. And you’re now providing the missing piece very nicely.”

He futilely tried to jerk backwards when he felt her grab his erection but his fear, based in uncertainty and his growing awareness of morality, was being fought by a deeper, more basic excitement and a desire to return to the sex he had only just discovered.

She began slowly massaging his cock a little too hard, a little impersonal, almost mauling it.

“I think, for the good of your further education, you should experience what being a toy feels like.” Her voice dropped further, became a husky whisper that slowly caressed his libido even as it made him instinctively fight to get away. “I think I’m going to take my payment out of you.”

He was hard beyond the point of return now. His body refused to listen to the reservations of his mind, it just wanted stimulation.

He knew she had no power over his mind but that was now a moot point when he didn’t even have power over his own body.

He felt himself moving again, twisting in the air, turning so his sense of gravity became confused and he wasn’t sure where he was until he landed on his bed, face-up.

The bands around his balls and the base of his cock kept him pointing straight upwards.

The bed moved as she slid onto it, shifting and rolling him until he felt her thighs settle around his waist and his bound arms, her naked flesh pushing his into the bed. The sensation was more exciting than he could have expected.

She shifted and he felt her buttocks press around his vertically trapped shaft and begin slowly rubbing up and down. The sensation was silken, intimate, erotic but absolutely maddening because, by touching only the top of his shaft below the head, she avoided all the most sensitive flesh.

She twisted her hips and he felt the dampness on her lips slide over his cock a second before her nipples grazed his chest and her full and firm breasts pressed him against the bed.

“You used me entirely for your experience,” she whispered, so close her breath tickled his nose. “So I’m going to use you entirely for my pleasure. You’re my toy now until I’m satisfied. You bound my mind so I will bind your body. You won’t get to cum until I’m good and ready to let you, and since I don’t have powers of mind control, I may just have to use pain instead.”

He suddenly felt pressure against his anus, tried to jerk away again but could do nothing as it slowly built, something round pressing against him until, no matter how hard he desperately clenched, it forced inside him. He whimpered, the sense of violation jarring violently with the remembered image, from her mind, of how good this intrusion could feel.

He throbbed even harder.

“Feel that?” she purred, her breath tickling his face. “Just like Supers and their machines keep doing to me. It’s such a pity you can’t feel yourself being invaded front as well as back.”

The pressure in his arse grew and he felt the thing slide inside until it passed where he had nerve endings and kept moving. It stretched him until he whimpered in pain and then stopped. His cock was now throbbing constantly.

She slowly licked his face, sliding her tongue up one cheek from his jawline to over the band around his eyes. He whimpered again.

She moved, her flesh suddenly no longer pressing against his cock, leaping athletically up the bed, landing with her calves pressing against his shoulders. He could smell her suddenly, a sharp musk more intense and arousing than the mere scent of her skin.

“Open wide,” she said from far above him. “I know you know how.”

He did know, from flesh memories filtered murkily through how badly her mind had been destroyed at the time.

He opened his mouth and felt her move, lower herself onto him.

His first taste of her awoke second-hand memories in his mind and instincts in his body. He suddenly craved her, began licking and sucking on her lips, finding her entrance with his tongue and forcing his way inside her as she purred and gasped above him.

“I don’t know what it is,” she gasped, “about revenge that is … oh! … So FUCKING HOT!”

She grabbed his hair, forced his head up. His tongue slid out of her and along, finding a hard, protruding nub that made her shake and exhale violently when he traced its outline.

She crushed his mouth against her with both hands, making it difficult for him to breath as he desperately laved her until she shuddered violently, let out a long groan and wet his face.

The taste of her cum was new and exciting, and when she released him he started licking it off his chin until her fingers trapped his tongue.

“Leave some for me,” she purred, before her weight shifted again, he felt her roll sideways, twist and stretch to lie alongside him, not touching his now painful genitals before slowly licking his chin clean, lingering on every stroke of her tongue.

She sucked on his chin, then slid higher up and kissed him harshly. He eagerly returned the kiss until her thumb forced his jaw wide open and she explored inside his mouth with her tongue, still tasting of her own juices.

When she pulled back he had to gasp for air.

He felt her slither down his body, her skin sliding over his with skin-crawling eroticism, until he knew without feeling it that her mouth was next to his groin.

When her lips engulfed the head of his now painfully hard cock an uncontrollable shiver went through every cell of his body, making the skin on his head crawl.

She effortlessly slid further down, sliding him through the warm hollow of her mouth to the snug wetness of her throat and down, sheathing him inside her tight oesophagus. The sensations, as she slowly slid him in and out, sucking a little when just his head was behind her lips and then swallowing him back down again, made his nerves scream, a strangled gasp of half pleasure, half pain, all desperate frustration bursting from him.

She pulled off, leaving him aching for more and the bands around the base of his cock allowing him no closer to release.

“Have to get you properly lubricated,” she purred, the bed shifting as she moved and positioned herself. He whimpered behind his blindfold, knowing exactly what she meant, before her nether lips pushed down onto his head and she slowly impaled herself upon him.

She squeezed as she lowered herself, forcing her flesh around him, squeezing his head. The sensations from his cock were now fire and ice, his whole body alive and aroused but burning. He opened his mouth to scream and she plugged it with a short, thick gag that forced itself to the back of his throat. He took it without gagging, the memories from her head telling him how.

She purred as she settled herself fully onto him. He could feel the entrance to her womb deep inside her. She moved, pressing and rubbing him at her limit, gasping in pleasure as he tried to scream around the gag.

She began to ride him, pressing her palms into his chest to support her, breathing heavily, fucking herself on him as hard and as fast as a Super could, a searing ribbon of pain from his oversensitive cock only adding to his body’s lust.

Her breathing turned to gasps. Inside his head, curled around himself while his body was wracked by sensation, he was begging her to finish, to climax, to stop torturing him.

Her pussy around him clenched even harder, pure agony making his nipples stand up like bullets and his balls clench futilely, full of cum they couldn’t release.

She began shouting, urging herself on, moving in a blur of speed until she spasmed around him, squeezing his shaft so hard he nearly blacked out, her cum squirting out even from that seal, soaking his belly and thighs, his ears assaulted by the shriek of a Super in absolute, dominant ecstasy.

She fell onto him when she came off her peak, hungrily sucking and licking the sweat off his face, almost eating his flesh.

She lifted herself off his still impossibly rigid shaft, shuddering with delight as it slowly left cunt while he almost wept with relief.

He felt her lie down next to him, her leg thrown over his, her breasts pressing into his side as she lightly tickled his chest.

“Was that too much for you?” she purred into his ear, breath tickling him. “I had to last three hours of that torment once. Don’t tell me you big, strong men are weaker than us soft women?”

She began loosening the bands around his cock and his balls, very slowly, his nerves not capable of registering a small change they were so drained.

“I guess the rules are that every torture ends with the victim cumming, hmmm? So I guess I’ll have to make you cum, then, won’t I?”

He almost quailed from that, terrified of what it would feel like when he was finally allowed release.

Blood began to flow more freely in and out of his shaft, bringing the same sort of blessed relief as severe pins and needles bring to a cramped limb, but on a scale of a hundredfold.

“The question is,” she continued, her fingers softly running over where his chest was bare between his bonds, deftly avoiding his nipples, “is how.” She tweaked one nipple, sharply, the pain a muted, pleasurable spike to his libido after the torture from his groin.

“I really don’t want to do you any favours if you’re my prisoner, now do I?” She grabbed his nipple and stretched and twisted brutally, blood surging back into his cock, a pulse so close to cumming running through it.

“After all, little fuck-toys get used, they don’t get pleasured, am I right?” She switched to his other nipple, crimping it between her fingernails, stretching until his skin would stretch no more and then releasing it with a sharp snap. The sensation felt as good to his cock as her lips had.

He felt himself turned, rotated as if on a spit, facing away from her. The plug in his arse, which had faded into inconsequentiality, suddenly came back to sharp prominence in his mind.

She pressed up against him, breasts pillowing against his back, hard thighs against his, hips against his buttocks, and the plug shifted.

“I’ve always wanted to use a strap-on,” she purred into his suddenly newly terrified ear, “but I never liked girls. Which was always a dilemma, until now.”

She flexed her hips, and the plug inside him moved, stretching and rubbing his anus. He was still wearing the dildo gag and couldn’t whimper, but he tried anyway.

“Do you know your G-spot is inside your arse?” she asked him, chattily. “It’s true. Right up with your prostate.”

She began pumping her hips, fucking him with what was clearly a longer and thicker shaft than a mere plug.

He tried to squirm away but despite her distractions his bonds did not give a millimetre.

She buried the dildo inside him and wriggled her hips. He could only feel it at his entrance, but that was more than enough. His traitorous cock began to pulse, without touching anything but the air.

She lined herself up and began a long, slow, in-and-out stroke. “I was never quite sure what men saw in this,” she said, still friendly and chatty. “They always seemed to want to shove things in my arse. But you know, I can see the attraction of this. There’s such a great sense of power about fucking you from behind.”

She punctuated her last word by slamming deep inside him, tears of humiliation squeezing out of his eyes.

“Don’t try and tell me you don’t like this,” she purred into his ear. “I can see you twitch.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, deeply ashamed. It was true. His cock was throbbing demandingly, was slowly building towards cumming, desperate for any sort of touch, even the sheets on the bed, but denied everything. The only stimulation was to his arse and deep inside it.

“I always wondered what it was like to fuck someone this hard,” she said with teeth in her voice, slowly pumping harder and faster into his arse. “I’ve always been on the receiving end.”

She was slamming into him now, bruising him, her hips slapping his buttocks so fast the sounds almost merged into one continuous noise, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge of cumming.

“It feels,” she ended, a tigerish grin in her words, “FUCKING FANTASTIC.”

He came, spurting so violently he sprayed over the edge of the bed and halfway to the wall, pumping out cum as she continued to fuck him, only his last spurts landing on the bed.


The Engineer carried Mercura to his bedroom in a reverse of the traditional fireman’s carry, head first, her lips stretched hungrily over the top half of his cock, every step making her bounce on her pneumatic boobs against his belly, fellating him without any effort from her exhausted body and glazed mind.

Siobhan was standing to attention by his door and licked her lips as they passed. He ignored her, so she began idly frigging herself when the door closed between them.

The Engineer marched up to his bed and flipped Mercura up and over and onto it, dropping her sprawled with her feet up towards the pillows, her shoulders on the edge, her head hanging over the edge, her lips not moving from his cock.

He began rocking his hips to slide a few inches in and out of her mouth as he stripped to the waist, then he leant forwards and grabbed her breasts, the hard piercings and her almost as hard nipples pressing into his palms as he put almost his entire weight on them and slid all the way into her throat until she was suffocated by his balls.

She took her first ever deep-throat with ease, even though her lips and her throat were stretched to accommodate his girth. He couldn’t remember if he had ever met a single woman in this world who had a gag reflex. Or, for that matter, a hymen.

Her body began twitching from lack of oxygen before he pulled back and opened her nose again, slowly fucking her throat as he leant hard enough on her breasts to lift his heels off the ground.

Her hips began twitching in involuntary fucking motions before he pulled back, left just his head inside her lips, said “Swallow all of it,” and came, pouring a gallon into her mouth, her throat opening and accepting it like a speed drinker, closing to swallow convulsively only as the stream slowed into a trickle.

He stepped back and ripped off his pants, kicking off his boots as she gasped for air, mouth slackly open, face flushed and sweaty hair reaching the ground.

With one movement he leapt onto the bed and twisted, landing straddling her, cock slapping against her belly. He pushed himself up, grabbed her torso and pulled her underneath him so her head lay on the bed, staring up at him so doped on his cum her eyes barely reacted when he put himself right in her line of sight.

“Where you serious about being prepared to fuck me?” he asked evenly.

“Yes Master,” she croaked, her throat now lubricated but still too drained to talk properly.


“I wanted … to bargain.”

“Would you have tried to defeat me?”

“I would have … kept my word.”

He stared at her, completely nonplussed.

Sable had been genuinely happy to have sex for the sake of having sex. His maids had been lifestyle submissives looking for a live-in Master. Felony had been looking for a good time. Every woman in this world had either resisted sex or welcomed it. Now Mercura said she would have accepted it because she thought she had to?

He had spent several weeks now watching his assumptions, his knowledge, his comfortable and well-worked out sets of rules crumble around him, culminating in finding Mercura growing and evolving as a sentient entity almost as he watched.

Now the Heroine’s use of sex as merely another bargaining tool – possibly the most human thing any non-human inhabitant of this world had ever done – made him feel suddenly and irresistibly angry.

He slid down her body far enough to line up at her entrance and shoved into her in one violent movement, shouting with rage as he did so.

His girth and her muscles made it a fight but one he was equal to. She screamed with pure pleasure, arching up underneath him, lifting them both off the bed and lifting them higher when, bottoming out, he drove her piercing ring into her clitoris.

He fucked her brutally, driven by a passion that completely overrode his normal calculating enjoyment.

She found the energy to scream in ecstasy over and over again, every time he slammed into her, jolting her up the bed and driving the air from her lungs. Her body was still too weak to wrap her limbs around him so her legs convulsed on the bed and her fingers clawed into the bedclothes.

Her pure enjoyment made him angrier, made him double his efforts, plunging into her so hard every time it would have shattered a non-Super’s pelvis, crushing her clitoris with its piercing, the mind-robbing lust from it joining the explosion from her whole cunt to make every cell in her body seem to explode.

He started crying, soundlessly, not letting up his fucking as his rage began burning itself out in her eagerly receptive body.

She screamed in prolonged orgasm three times before, feeling drained and hollow, he came deep inside her at the entrance to her womb, the most unsatisfying ejaculation he could remember, and collapsed on top of her.


Sable had let him go after she had dressed, and ordered him to get dressed immediately.

He was learning – he was very carefully not looking at her face, although she wasn’t sure if it was the best solution since it meant he spent a lot of time looking at her cleavage instead, and it kept distracting him.

“How many other … Supers are there?”

“In the world? I don’t think anyone knows. In this city? I’m not sure. I’ve met five or six Villains, I’ve met three Heroes, I think, and I’ve no idea how many there actually are. I haven’t had time to try and do any sort of census yet.”

He frowned, confused. “You tell me I am human, not Villain, but …”

She cut him off, sighing. “You are unique. I am … not quite unique. We are both different to every other Super in this city, and almost all the other Supers in the world. I used to be human. You are new and you are … less defined, more flexible. You know you are new, and you have the capacity for growth. They, so far, have … Actually not no capacity for growth, but …

“Ah, fuck it. Look: The Supers in this city, Heroes and Villains both, have grown since I arrived, but they grew in very predictable, very similar ways. Heroes and Villains did not blur the lines, they did not muddy the waters, they did not start overlapping. They become more complex stereotypes, but they are, all of them, still stereotypes.

“That is what I am warning you against, do you see?”

He was silent for a moment, frowning. “I … think so. What do I do now?”

She smiled, faintly. “You can start by making us more coffee. The first lot got cold.”


The Engineer lay on top of the limp Mercura until he got his breath back then, with a sudden feeling of self-loathing, twisted to pull out of her and throw himself sideways, landing on his back and lying without touching her.

As soon as his shrinking cock left her deliciously sore vagina, Mercura’s eyes began to clear, tone returning to her face and her Super powers of rejuvenation giving her back speech and fine motor coordination.

She rolled her head to look at him, lifting an eyebrow in surprise at the look of bleakness on his face.

He detected her movement, knew it signified a recovery more rapid than she should have been capable of, but no longer had the energy to be offended or even surprised by the fact. It now seemed perfectly normal. He would deal with complexities later.

He made a complicated gesture with one hand in the air, a gesture detected by a small camera in the corner of the room, interpreted by his house computer and relayed to the kitchen where Catherine put down her copy of The Ages of Lulu, picked up a pre-prepared tray, and walked briskly out past the hot water tap on the Engineer’s rococco espresso machine.

When she walked in, she automatically licked her lips at the sight of the two Supers, sweat-sheened and exhausted, sprawled across the bed. She was surprised when Mercura rolled her head backwards to see her, lifting an eyebrow at her costume and then rolled tiredly over to be able to take the drink Catherine offered her.

The maid moved from surprise to concern when she saw the listless, depressed look on her Master’s face and went sideways to shock when Mercura, with no hint of mental submissiveness, dismissed the maid as sexually uninteresting and gave the Engineer a calculating look.

Catherine retreated, burning with questions and desperately keeping her place by not asking any of them.

She stopped outside the door, giving the slightly dishevelled Siobhan, who had heard the entire session, a look that snapped the brunette out of her quiet self-satisfaction.

“Who the hell has he got?” Catherine asked, uselessly.

Inside the room Mercura, gulping orange juice to moisten her throat, kept steadily looking at the Engineer’s face and let the silence drag out until she no longer felt parched.

“I wouldn’t like to think it was me making you feel like that.”

He rewarded the joke with a short, harsh laugh. “You are now human,” he said flatly.

She frowned. “I told you …”

“You are NOW human,” he emphasised. “You hadn’t lived before this world, you weren’t reborn as I was, you were as complicated as a character in a movie but you are now human. Somehow, somewhy, your mind evolved.”

She tried to digest that and failed.

He detected her frown even without looking at her, and smiled bitterly. “Now,” he said, “you may imagine some of what I have been feeling.”

She mentally backtracked over the conversation. “What do you mean I was as complicated as a movie character?”

“You lived to a script. You didn’t learn, or adapt, or move outside the narrow confines of that script. You displayed a morality as complicated as a children’s book. You weren’t autonomous. You were a character.”

She opened her mouth for a reflex angry response, and managed to stop herself. And think. And light slowly dawned.

“Okaaay,” she said, slowly, as memories came flooding in. “I …”

She hurled her glass across the room and twisted to sit bolt upright on the bed, the room lights glinting off the large chromed rings in her nipples as she glared at him. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

Carmen wasn’t normally this type of girl, but as she got ready for her date with Jeff she tried to find her shortest skirts and most revealing top, by the time she was done, her feeble 5’3 body was shaped with a black leather skirt that barely made it past her thong. Her shirt was 2 sizes too small and her C cup breasts were practically pouring out of the top, to make herself absolute irresistible, she decided to not even wear a bra. As she left her house, she couldn’t help but giggle at herself in the mirror for dressing like such a whore. She walked into the club expecting to see Jeff but he wasn’t even at the bar.

Carmen and Jeff have been dating for several months, and it wasn’t like him to do this.

“Why let a perfectly good night go to waste,” Carmen muttered to herself, so she started to grind and rub her boobs up against any guy on the dance floor. She met one, Mathew, who couldn’t keep his hands off of her and they ended up drunk. Carmen was, still buzzed, felt Mathew’s hand reach up her skirt and slowly massage her burning clit. She moaned in approval. He quickly picked her up and they made out as they entered the club’s bathroom. Mathew pulled down Carmen’s shirt and started to suck one of her swollen nipples as she started rubbing is noticeable bulge in his pants, Carmen, being anxious, carefully undid his zipper while keeping full eye contact, released his 7 inch rock hard cock from the confinements. She eagerly stuffed the whole thing in her mouth and started to slowly suck and swirl her tongue around his head as he was on the verge of cumming Carmen stopped just to tease him; she gave him a sweet smile and licked the top of his pulsing cock when he suddenly seized the back of her head and started to face fuck her gagging for some of it she could barely breathe, but he continued to face fuck her, her head bobbing on his cock as he drew closer and closer. He let out a loud grunt and shot a load of cum down her throat, Carmen gagged a little before pulling the cock out of her mouth and letting the rest of the cum hit her face and exposed breast. Washing off in the musty sink he thanked her for giving her the best blowjob he ever had.

Checking the time, Carmen knew she had to get home, when she got outside it was pitch black, the only light was by an alley and it was flickering; pulling out her phone she could barely see what time it was, 1:03, and with an unsettling groan she walked over to her car. Taking out her keys the light was obstructed by a large shadow, turning around she saw a large black man about 6 ft standing over her, she started to scream, but he smashed his hand over her mouth and dragged her to the alley. He released his hand and as Carmen was gasping for air, she felt her shirt rip off fully revealing her breast. The black man grinned and started sucking her nipples. Carmen looked down at his pants to see a large bulge coming out of his pants, but followed it down to about his knee. She heard the rumors about how large black men were, but she never thought that it was true. His hand found his way under her skirt and he ran his large finger past her soaking wet thong

“Mmm look at how wet you are bitch,” Carmen always loved dirty talk, it really made her horny. He flipped her over to the 69 position and he moved the thong out of the way and slowly started lapping at her juices, “Go on bitch suck it!” he commanded her. She slowly pulled down his pants and was smacked in the face with a dick that could easily be 12 inches. She stared at it before he shoved her mouth over the tip. She carefully licked the pre-cum off the tip, she loved the salty taste and started to lick up and down the long shaft before she felt the black man’s tongue enter her slick pussy he twirled it while she writhed against his grip she slowly took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue all over. He grunted his approval when two more shadows covered the light

“Damn Drew you work fast,”

“Yeah, that’s one hot bitch you got there,” Carmen looked up to see two more black guys of equal size walk up to her, “Mind if we share?” he laughed as he saw Carmen’s horrified face

“Be my guest, this hoe has a flaming pussy,” Leaning her up against the dumpster where her toes barely skimmed the ground, Drew rubbed his cock in between her legs coating it with her juices. The first guy, Damien, released his cock which was about 11 inches and started slapping her face with it, getting salty pre-cum all over. The feeling of lust took over and she greedily took half of it in her mouth

“Damn girl, you know how to suck some nigger cock!” Carmen deep throated all she could before gagging, but it wasn’t good enough for him he seized Carmen by the hair and shoved the whole 11 inches down her throat, gagging like crazy Carmen fought against it, looking up she saw Damien’s look of ecstasy as he started bobbing her head on his cock with a tight grip on her hair. Eventually getting used to the size, Carmen felt another feeling she’s never felt before, the head of Drew’s cock lined if with her leaking pussy hole he slowly started pushing it in, Carmen, screaming around Damien’s cock, never felt anything this big enter her hole in her entire life, finally getting the head of his cock in he started swaying in and out before he got 6 inches in.

“Yo Xavier this bitch gives great blowjobs” Xavier walked over to her, he was about 10 inches, but his cock was about as thick as her wrist. Her mouth stretched to take part of it in, Drew grabbed her hair and pulled her back push all 12 inches into her pussy stretching it to as wide as it could go. Carmen nearly passed out with pain before Damien slapped her face with his cock, so she instinctively started stroking his cock with her hand. Drew was furiously pumping her pussy while holding her hair Carmen couldn’t help but moan as he was hitting all the right places

“This little hoe likes that, don’t you bitch? Do you like 3 big black men fucking you?” she took the cock out of her mouth and in between thrusts she responded, “Oh yes, keep fucking me little pussy fuck me with your big black cocks!”

“Do you want all of us to fuck you?” high with ecstasy Carmen had no idea what they were asking, she nodded as she stuffed Xavier’s cock back into her mouth, “Ok you little hoe,” Drew and Xavier pulled their cocks form both sides of her body and the empty feeling left her, displeasingly groaning, “don’t worry you little slut we’ll fill you back up. Xavier, sitting in the alley slowly lowered Carmen onto his dick, she moaned as his width stretched her out once more, Damien came from behind Xavier and offered his dick to Carmen, who eagerly accepted it and instantly started to deep throat it. Drew came from behind her and grinned as he watched the little slut ride and suck his friends,

“Are you ready bitch? You’re about to be airtight!” Carmen, with dick still in her mouth, tried to protest, but Damien kept shoving his dick down her throat. With Drew’s dick still coated with her pussy juices he rubbed it up against her asshole, he first inserted a finger, her ass slowly getting used to something that big, then two fingers, he slowly pumped the fingers in and out as Carmen rode Xavier and sucked Damien, nearing his limit, Carmen felt Xavier’s cock swell before she heard him exclaim, “I’m cumming you little slut, I’m fucking cumming,” feeling his cum squirt into her womb she came over the edge and started to cum too. Drew pulled out both his fingers as Damien and Xavier switched places, “Now clean me off bitch,” Xavier order shoving his cum smear cock in her face. Carmen greedily sucked it and loved the taste of her own pussy. Drew put his head up against her asshole and slowly entered, getting about 3 inches in she started to shake again, undergoing another orgasm, gasping for breath she managed to spit out, “Please, no more,”

All three men started to laugh and Drew responded, “We aren’t even close to being done with you bitch, keep sucking!” Carmen screamed once more as Drew’s cock was halfway in her ass. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, so he pulled all but 2 inches out of her, and rammed all 12 inches into her. Carmen, blacking out for a few minutes awoke to Xavier slapping her face with his sticky cock, Damien nearing his limit and Drew going to town fucking her sore ass. Damien let out a grunt before shooting what seemed like a bucket load of cum into her sopping pussy, feeling that, Drew let out a big, “UNGH!” before releasing his load into her ass. On top of that, Xavier, seeing the little whore take it all jacked off all over her face and breast. Carmen was absolutely exhausted, cumming so many times she couldn’t keep track.

“Man, this bitch can take 3 black cocks,” Drew said, giving Xavier a high five. Damien picked her up, and Carmen fell asleep in his arms, butt naked, cum soaked, and all three holes sore.

When she woke up, she was in her car, fully clothed, and had a serious headache.

“Did that really happen?” she asked herself, her question was quickly answered when she tried to get up and found herself sore everywhere.

The rest of the story of “Good Girl Gone Better”. I’m not a professional writer and have no ambition to be so please be gentle. Sorry for any grammar errors. Just smile and keep reading.

If you don’t like wife seduction stories or dominance. Feel free to move on.

She did it! Or more accurately we did it. My wife reluctantly went down the road of no return. She is now a total slut! I encouraged her to be the slut she is today because of my own personal needs of perverse pleasure I derived from seeing people fuck in front of me. I figured my wife would be the best to watch since I lusted after her the most. Kim is a petite woman that married the only man she allowed to penetrate her young innocent body, me. She wanted her body penetrated so badly but wished to stay a virgin until her wedding night, so she presented her fine ass to me during a date one evening when parked in seclusion. Getting to fuck a girl and cum in her virgin ass is an experience I will remember for the rest of my life. Kim’s pussy stayed devoid of cock until only a few months before we married. That was then, now she admits to being a sex toy and fuck slut to nearly anyone who desires her succulent charms. I have allowed and helped many men seduced Kim over the years. I brought them home to fuck her and she’s had many, many loads of cum pumped deep into her orifices while moaning and begging for more. She just can’t help it. Her personality just wouldn’t allow her to cause a scene or hurt anyones feelings by rejecting them. Even if the price was getting sperm pumped between her legs.

Read the true account of Kim being seduced for the first time by me and friends in “Good Girl Gone Better” for the whole torrid seduction and remember to vote high.

Don’t get me wrong I love my wife more now than ever and she loves me unconditionally. That said, my fantasy for years has always been to watch her having sex with others while I watch. She has let strangers have their way with her young looking petite body using her for their own lustful desires. My wife has succumbed to men’s lust of using her as a fuck toy and she loves it when it happens. Kim has always been a submissive woman who deep inside yearns to be taken sexually. Rememer this when you think she is being an unwilling participant. She has her own kinks as well. It’s something inside of her that succumbs to a man’s touch even though she knows it’s wrong for a wife and mother to do so. She always says no in the beginning and begs never again afterwords but during the torrid act she turns into a wanton slut rolling her eyes into the back of her head while climaxing in orgasm after orgasm while cocks, fingers and tongues eat, lick, suck, penetrate and pound her sweet not so innocent body.

She’s been with guys 10 years younger and men 10 years older. She’s been fucked in the throat until made to swallow the full load of cum right after he pulls out of her snatch, tasting her own juices mingling with his. She’s been fucked in her pussy and ass and triple penetrated with a cock in her mouth, ass and cunt while getting filled with loads of cum at the same time and always begging for more during the affair.

To her a cock is a cock and she loves them all. To her size does matter. The small ones for her ass, the big ones for her pussy. It takes her a whole month to finally realize what she did was morally wrong while her hormones return to normal. All the while I’m reaping the benefits of her insatiable lust for another six months or so. She has learned to relax enough now that she can squirt when stimulated correctly. Just keep a lot of towels around.

I always loved watching sex in movies and porn but always knew that the actresses if you want to call them that had other things on their minds other than getting impaled again and again by a big cock that barely fits into their holes. If you look closely the cocks are not even wet from the sluts pussy, thats because she’s not even turned on. Are they hot looking? Of course. Thats their job.

I love to watch the true excitement and lust of real people going at it in real life like it should be with no pauses to take pictures or to wipe her privates with a baby wipe.

I finally did get my way when I watched Kim get seduced and fucked hard by friends and strangers. (read the other story)

The only thing that Kim had not done was taste another woman. Although she did end up sucking cock of another guy that had just come home from having sex with his girlfriend. A lover was allowed to take Kim to his place after a session of hot sex between the two so he could continue to have his way with her. His stunned room mate brother came home to find her naked in their kitchen. He had his girls pussy taste on his dick when big brother told her to suck his cock so he could join in. She did say years earlier in the heat of the moment that she would let a woman go down on her if the chance arose but would never eat a pussy. So having a taste was key to our success.

But of course thats not all I wanted to see. I wanted Kim to submit to a girl. Letting her eat her pussy for as long as it took to make her orgasm. To lick her cunt deep and long until she came and came so hard that she would do ANYTHING to get touched by anybody anywhere on her hot tender body. I wanted her eyes to roll into the top of her head while pulling another females face deeper into her wet pussy not releasing her until she was good and finished with her very wet orgasms.

In came Katie, the new wife of Danny, one of the men that actually fucked Kim in the first story. The man I am referring to is a former co-worker that I brought over so he could sample Kim’s incredible oral skills. She was having cyber sex with a total stranger while playing with herself when we arrived. She knew he was coming over and agreed ONLY to giving a blowjob. At the time Kim’s kink was rubbing cum into her nipples with cock. She agreed to letting him cum on her tits so she could rub his sperm into her succulent breasts and tender nipples. I was told that she would agree only to taking her shirt and bra off so he could cum on her chest but her pants had to stay on! But within a short period of time, Danny was between her spread legs penetrating her vagina with his freshly sucked cock fucking away at her open and naked body. She got laid by him several times after that encounter and she enjoyed many loads of his cum deposited straight into her mouth, onto her tongue and down her throat along with many creampies mostly in her ass but also inside her pussy. He had a smaller dick with large balls that spewed huge loads of jizz that turned her on to the point of being eager to swallow. I don’t recall her ever rubbing his cum into her nipples. I doubt it ever escaped her sucking mouth.

Everyone else around us all thought she was the perfect wife and mother. So innocent and pure that the even the thought of her having sexual thoughts would never have even been conceived. She would go to church Sunday morning having just been gangbanged the night before.

The fact was that most of the time when Kim was being fucking by Danny. His girlfriend at the time was usually waiting for him somewhere not knowing that her boyfriend was dipping into a married woman’s tunnel. A few times she was just 20 feet away in the house while Kim was milking his cock with her incredible mouth literally drinking from the manhood of another. Kim loved the idea that he shaved his balls so she could take them into her mouth and soak them with her hot tongue. She loved that he was the size that she could deepthroat or bend over and present her ass which she often did.

Girlfriend Katie was another petite girl with small tits and a small compact muscular ass. She was good in the sack but being only 19 lacked Kim’s experience.

After fucking my wife. Danny eventually had the nerve to actually tell his girlfriend that he was having sex with a married woman and that it was only for the sex and experience of it. He liked the idea of my sharing Kim with others and was wanting to bring up the subject of swapping and his fetish for group sex.

Katie was pissed at first. She went a bit overboard to get back at him, letting her male cousin and female cousin have a 3-way with her without him being present. She went out and got herself fucked and eaten just to spite Danny. Cousin or not, I’m sure the guy was just happy to get some pussy much less two at the same time.

Danny informed me that he told Katie about us but was not willing to give up a good thing. As long as I was okay with him having sex with my wife he wasn’t going to stop. He continued to come back more and more for my girls mouth and body until Kim put a stop to it, telling him that it was about time he got serious with his relationship with his own girl. But of course she waited to tell him until after he pumped her full of his cum in all three holes in one night. Oh to be that young again.

Katie eventually found out that the pussy taste on his cock was of my sweet wife’s. She knew of at least two separate occasions that she had licked the mixture of Kim’s juices and his cum off his dick without her realizing. Kim never new that Katie had found this out until…

Several years later after Kim and I decided to settle down, Danny called. He wanted to meet to get caught up on current events. We met at his place where he told me the whole story about him and Katie and what had transpired the previous few years. Danny told me how he had also succeeded in convincing his wife to take other lovers as long as he was the one who controlled the situation. (sidenote: do we really believe the girls are seduced by us or are they just happy to be sexually free?) Unlike me and Kim he shared in the fruits of other women separately while at the same time setting up dates for Katie to spread her legs for other men. One night about six months ago two guys were tag teaming her and having her suck her own juices off their wet cocks. She mentioned to Danny that she was curious about the taste of a woman first hand. Unlike Kim, Katie was a willing participant in the affairs. She was suggesting to him that he set up a lesbian encounter for her so she could go down on a beautiful woman and feel her lips touch and taste another girls pussy. After her cousin encounter she never engaged in any sex directly with another woman but the more she tasted different pussy off of Danny’s cock the more she was willing to try the real thing. He would come home after fucking some woman only to have Katie waiting to suck the sluts juice off his dick. I say the women were sluts because most of them were also married and the husbands usually didn’t know what Danny was doing with their wife. Katie herself was usually the one introducing the women to him. Danny got a liking for married women after Kim and couldn’t get enough. Married women are much more open and willing to do things that they wouldn’t usually do even with their own husbands.

Danny told me that he wanted Katie to lick some pussy and since Kim’s flavor was her first, he wanted to know if I was game to making it happen. I of course told him to set it up.

Danny finally asked Katie if she remembered her first pussy she tasted from his dick. He asked if she would be willing to let a married woman be her second lesbian encounter and asked if Kim could be that person. Katie had seen Kim and of course new that it was her that was screwing around with her then boyfriend but Kim had never met Katie. She smiled and said yes, admitting that it turned her on knowing that Kim did not know who Katie was.

The problem was again getting Kim to open up to the idea of her having sex with yet another. We decided on the more direct approach. Since we figured she was an easy lay anyway we set it up. We figured once a slut always a slut.

When the time was right and Kim was turned on by me being buried inside her snatch. I mentioned that Danny had called and wanted to get together with both of us so he could show off his wife. I asked her if she remembered when she was getting fucked by Danny that he had a girlfriend? I informed Kim that he had married the girl. While thrusting into her from behind I reminded her that Danny back then was having Katie suck Kim’s juice off his dick after they fucked.

I could tell that Kim was remembering the times when Danny had finished fucking her, he would go to his girlfriend right after and have sex with her.

Kim did know that she was helping him cheat on his girlfriend with her body just so he could get more pussy on the side. Kim also has real skills in the oral department and he didn’t want to give her mouth up.

Katie was no slacker either. A sexy blonde with just fuck me eyes and a strong sexual appetite. She was as hot as they come with lips to lust after.

Kim was by no means innocent either. She enjoyed every thrusting, gulping minute of his affair. But even at the time, Kim was tormented by the idea that she could be the cause of a break up.

Every time Danny would come over or she would see him, her common sense mind would close down and her sensual submissive side would open wide. Eventually her legs would follow.

One time when Danny and Katie had a date, Danny had the nerve to tell her that he needed to pick something up at my house. He asked her to stay in the car so he could run up to get it. He came into the house saying that he only had five minutes and wanted to last longer that night with Katie. I knew he was coming and told her to help him out. Kim fell to the her knees by a window and proceeded to suck his cock until he shot another sticky load down her throat. He thanked her, zipped up and ran out the door.

After telling Kim about Danny’s call. She was very unsure of my objective. I lied telling her that Katie did not know anything about their sexual escapades therefore did not know it was her pussy she had tasted.

I had told Kim years ago that Danny had been sharing their mixture of sexual juices with his girlfriend after they fucked. She also knew about Katie’s lesbian affair with her cousin.

My goal telling this was more to get sex on her mind and making her sexually nervous. The date was set for Saturday night.

She was a basket case for the next few days and I’m sure her affair with Danny never left her mind. Kim was scared that her slutty side would come out again if she saw him so she told me that this had better not be a trick to let someone get into her pants because she was done with that lifestyle.

The night before they came over I had two fingers inside Kim when I flat out told her that Danny had fantasized about Katie being with another woman again so he could watch her taste another pussy while he got behind her and fucked her pussy pushing her face into that girls box.

I looked into Kim’s eyes and told her that it would be so hot watching Katie go down on her while we watched.

Kim looked shocked and asked what I meant. The conversation didn’t go very far since I was about to give her a very wet squirting orgasm. For some reason she didn’t bring the subject up afterwords and neither did I.

When they arrived Saturday you could cut the tension with a knife. Danny walked up to Kim giving her a full body hug while kissing her on the cheek. Katie shook her hand and told her that Danny had talked about her so much when they were dating which made Kim all of a sudden look white as a sheet. She probably wondered if Katie knew that Kim was Danny’s fuck toy a few years back.

The conversation was pretty normal up until an hour later while we were showing the two around the outside property. Kim had relaxed and went inside to get a drink. Danny followed saying that he was thirsty also.

Once inside Danny told her that it was good to see her again and missed their time together. He asked if she missed it also. If Kim was nervous before, this certainly didn’t help. She was still hoping this was all a prank. Her mind was all mixed up and didn’t answer so he walked up giving her a kiss on her lips slipping his tongue inside her mouth making Kim’s knees buckle. She didn’t know what to do but came to her senses in time pushing her hand on his chest telling him that they were both married so there was no way anything like that was going to happen.

Danny let her go saying that he missed the feel of her lips and just wanted to experience them again. He told her that it would be a shame not to feel them wrapped around his cock again after so much time. He said that Katie developed into quite a cock sucker herself but there was no replacing having a woman that is married to another man in front of you on her knees willingly sucking your cock. Kim didn’t say a word but was shocked and wet at the same time. The drink in her hand was now shaking.

Outside Katie had ideas of her own. She told me that I had a hot wife and that she would love to get with her later.

She said that Danny told her everything about our relationship saying that she always wanted to meet the woman that Danny had been sleeping with back then. I told her that they did very little sleeping when they were together. Katie laughed asking if I thought Kim would be interested in visiting her wild side tonight with Danny and her? I certainly hoped so.

She asked me why I had not been with other women while my wife was whoring around fucking other girls men. So, Katie thought my wife was a whore after all. She sounded a little bitter but I couldn’t exactly defend the statement. My wife had been with so many other men sexually since she married. A couple men had, after all, paid for her services. I told her that I was a voyeur and my wish was to watch Kim in the heat of passion and that I was satisfied with our relationship.

Katie said that I was sweet but it was a shame that I didn’t get some pussy of my own. Now it was me who was shocked.

She took my hand walking around the corner of the house so we couldn’t be seen by the other two. She looked into my eyes while undoing her shirt to her waist asking if I saw anything I wanted. I didn’t say a word but knew what needed to happen. With her shirt open I could see her sexy tan line on her silky tits just above her lacy bra. She told me that we only had 5 minutes so we’d better hurry.

Remembering the time that Danny only had “five minutes” I told her that “I guess he really did tell you everything”. She proceeded to drop to her knees and take down my pants. stroking my now hard cock while telling me what I already knew. That I had a pretty well built sex toy and that she intended to use it just like Danny had used my wife.

I asked her if her skills were as good as Kim’s. She just smiled and took my cock into her mouth and started sucking like a starving woman. I was in heaven as this good looking fox knelt in front of me and sucked my cock, obviously wanting to work it to the finish. I reached into her bra rubbing her fine breasts and gently pinching her hard nipples while she brought me to the brink of no return. Five minutes wasn’t going to be a problem.

At that moment I understood why Danny loved blow jobs from Kim so much. It feels different when someone else’s wife has her lips wrapped around your cock. She just kept sucking and stroking until I told her I was going to cum. She pulled out and told me that it would only be fair if she swallowed my load since Kim was getting a drink of her own. With that she stuffed as much cock as she could down her throat while my cum blasted into her mouth forcing her to swallow every spurt. She licked up the last drop and I told her we had better get into the open. She informed me that we shouldn’t rush since Kim was likely doing the same thing if she is the slut that Danny portrayed.

I guess I should’ve known that Danny was trying to seduce Kim while inside the house. I guess Kim really was getting a drink.

Kim turned away from Danny and started walking outside when he grabbed her shoulders from the back. He gently pulled her closer to his chest, gently running his finger tips down her arms up her waist to her shoulders and down the nape of her neck until his finger tips were stroking her cleavage. Kim turned slightly and leaned forward loosing her balance as her emotions rushed through her body. Her head dropping towards the floor.

He told her not to worry, that Katie would keep her husband busy for a few minutes not realizing that he was telling her that Katie was probably sucking my cock by now.

Danny ran his hands around to her back giving her a slight massage on her sexually tense muscles. He walked into her making sure his now engorged prick touched between her ass cheeks. Danny pulled her shoulders back pushing his loins into the crack of her ass gently at first then grinding the two lovers together. His hands went down her back and towards the front under her blouse against her skin until his hands gripped her small but firm breasts and massaged them as if they were precious fruits.

He started kissing Kim’s neck and ears while telling her to touch his cock. She kept shaking her head no but did nothing to stop the assault on her betrothed body. He kept asking her questions like “do you remember when the first time you sucked my cock”. “Did you like it when I shoved my dick up your ass”. “Remember the time when my girlfriend almost caught us in the bathroom at your husbands work?” “You just kept sucking me until she left”

She would nod her head yes to each question and realized she was loosing the battle of what she had left of her virtue. He pushed her towards the floor to her knees and told her to open his zipper and take out his cock. When she refused he took it out himself and rubbed it against her cheeks. She had her eyes closed when she felt his hands on her head guiding her until his cock slid between her open lips. He was fucking Kim’s mouth with his wife right outside knowing that Katie at the moment must be getting ready to swallow a load herself.

He saw a shadow come from around the corner near a window. Looking out he saw his wife come into view. Danny and Katie looked at each other while she mouthed “where is Kim?”. He pointed down at his crotch while moving back and forth in a fucking motion. Katie smiled and brushed off her knees telling Danny that everything was going to plan so far.

Seconds later Kim felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. Every naughty thing that she had done in her past came back to her. Her eyes went into the back of her head as she grabbed his spurting cock, stroking out every last drop of the familiar flavor of a past lovers cum and swallowed it all down her throat sending it into her stomach. In her mind she was yelling at herself telling her what a slut she was and asking why could she not stop being an easy target.

When she was finished sucking him dry, she started crying saying that they should not have done this. Danny picked her up and told her that it was our little secret. He grabbed her firm ass with one hand and with the other aggressively cupped her pussy. He looked into her teared up eyes and told her that he wanted to fuck her later and said that he was glad that she was still a slut. He released her and walked out into the backyard smiling at his wife. He then came to me to ask how I was being treated by Katie.

I told him that she also had skills and thanked him for the present. Danny said I was going to get more than I anticipated for the rest of the night as long as Kim cooperated. Asking how it went with Kim, he suggested I don’t kiss her lips unless I wanted a taste of what she got.

Kim finally got herself together and came outside but looked and acted confused and turned on at the same time. I asked her if she got her drink. She looked at Danny then to the floor telling me yes she did. She had no idea that Katie had the same drink moments ago.

After some more small talk we all decided to watch a movie. Kim suggested we watch one from the DVR since we didn’t have any sexual movies recorded that she could be seduced to. I instead hit play on the blu-ray. Kim was embarrassed again when two girls started making out right in front of her on the screen. Katie asked her if she ever kissed another girl like they were doing for the camera. She just looked away and didn’t answer. Katie told her that it looks like the most sensual act a woman can do.

Kim, trying to escape the situation developing, suggested we play cards at the table. She thought anything would be better than this so we all went into the other room and played some games not turning off the movie that we had set to repeat. We could all clearly hear the sounds of sex in the other room. After a short time, Danny got up and said he wanted to see what was happening on the t.v screen. He grabbed Katie and took her to the other room with him. A minute later I took Kim’s hand leading her to the room with her slightly trying to pull away. Right in front of us, Katie and Danny were making out like teenagers, giving each other open mouth wet kisses. Kim just stood there in disbelief watching the site before her. We sat down across from them and I watched the act before us while Kim tried to look away but every direction she looked a couple was either making out on her couch or fucking on the t.v. and of course she couldn’t get away from the sounds of hardcore sex coming from the movie before her. When Danny started fondling Katie’s tits Kim couldn’t take anymore. She got up to go into a bedroom and would not come out.

I personally had only watched Kim have sex with others. Watching another attractive petite woman get played with was a huge treat and so was the bulge in my pants.

The scene on the couch was heating up more and more as he got under her skirt into her panties and fingered her sex for awhile until she was almost cumming giving her courage for the next step. I could literally smell the sex in the air and hear her wet pussy sloshing with his fingers.

Katie got up telling us to stay put. She was going to talk to Kim and would call us when the time was right. She knocked on the bedroom door asking if she could come inside. Since Kim didn’t think Katie knew anything, she let her in so she could spill the beans to her.

About 20 minutes later Dan and I started wondering what was taking so long and got up to check on them. After all, two guys watching a porno together was not the best situation to be in. We couldn’t hear anything coming from the room so we tried to enter. They had locked it!! How dare they. We knocked but got no response so we went outside to the window and could barely make them out.

Katie was standing behind Kim who was sitting in a chair. We couldn’t see everything but it looked as if Katie was rubbing Kim’s shoulders while giving little kisses behind her ear. Katie then took Kim’s hand and kissed down her arm until she was sucking into her mouth the wedding ring that I gave her. They stood up and walked the four feet to the bed and I noticed her top two buttons were undone. They were facing sideways to us now so we had a good view of the seduction that was obviously taking place.

Katie got behind Kim again and started rubbing her shoulders trying to relax her so she could take advantage of this slut that had fucked her boyfriend a few years earlier without any regard to her. Katie had tasted the mixture of Kim’s juices and her boyfriends cum before and now wanted the real thing. She wondered to herself if Kim had ever tasted the juices of another woman before and wondered what it would be like to have Kim between her open thighs licking at her vagina spreading her lips and feeling her tongue slide between her moistening slit. Kim looked so innocent but Katie knew better.

Katie reached around and down Kim’s blouse while kissing her neck and shoulders whispering words of seduction while undoing the rest of the buttons down to her waist pulling her shirt out of her tight pants that guarded the prize.

Kim let her head fall back, closing her eyes and letting her mouth fall open while Katie reached for and caressed her tender breasts through her bra, feeling them and checking the size and firmness to compare with her own. They were about the same size breasts so she wondered if Danny thought about Kim when they made love in their own bed.

Katie saw that Kim’s mouth had fallen open and took the opportunity to slide her wet tongue inside of the woman. Kim felt her lips being licked and was shaken out of her hypnosis slightly but soon realized that she was powerless to stop this perversion. Kim closed her eyes again and let this girl 9 years younger kiss her deeply. They started slow and became more aggressive as the kissing heated up. Eventually Katie encouraged Kim to lay down on the bed as they were kissing like girls in heat. Not just regular kissing and not pornstar kissing. They were kissing slow and passionately. Kim would lay there with her eyes closed trying to block out the passion that was taking place between her legs all the while wanting to be kissed more and more. The two lovers became hotter and more passionate as they continued. Shoving each others tongues as far down each others throat as they could sucking them like tiny wet cocks. Kim had her arms around Katie and was not realizing how much she was enjoying the sexual touching Katie was giving her, caressing her tits and ass as they kissed. Katie undid Kim’s shirt completely and now had her hands under her bra against her soft supple skin.

Danny and I must have looked like the biggest dorks alive. Both our mouths hanging open, eyes as big as saucers peeking inside a bedroom window while our girls were inside making love with their kisses. We finally came out of our own hypnosis and went inside to see if we could join in.

We knocked on the door and Katie came out saying that she had to talk to us. She told us that she could get Kim to do whatever we wanted but she wanted to be in charge. She told us that she wanted to see how Danny used to fuck his whore and wanted to eat Kim’s pussy before and after he shot his load inside of her.

Katie went into the bedroom bringing Kim out with her. Her eyes had glazed over and had the look of lust in her eyes. Everyone was still fully dressed at this point except for Kim’s open shirt and now missing bra.

Katie said she wanted to see Danny and Kim dance together. I put some soft music on so they could dance to a slow song but instead Katie grabbed her own husband and started to dance with him telling me to dance with Kim for a while.

Kim just put her head onto my shoulder and whispered that she was so turned on that no matter what I said, there was no way for her to stop what we had started and told me that whatever happened I should enjoy myself without guilt. I told her that I had no intention of stopping and started rubbing her bare chest pinching her hard nipples that always lead to a moist pussy.

Kim was moaning to my touch as she was then guided into Danny’s arms. Danny proceeded to pull Kim into his body as if she was his, knowing that soon she would be.

Neither Danny nor I could understand how this turned around to Katie being in charge but we were willing to go with it. After all, Katie was the one who got cheated on by this woman and she wanted her tasty revenge.

Katie was now pressed up into my body dancing and grinding her hips into mine while she watched the other two dance closely. She started giving direction by telling Danny to kiss Kim on the neck and up to her ear and telling Kim to do the same.

“Roam over her hips, kiss the nape of her neck, touch her ass.” “Does she still have a nice ass Danny?” “suck her tits”. Finally she told him to shove his entire tongue down Kim’s throat and “kiss her like the whore she was.” If Kim resented those words she didn’t show it. After all, she had only a little while ago sucked her husbands cock and swallowed his cum supposedly without her knowledge. She was also dancing intimately with Katie’s husband with her shirt being dropped to the floor. Anyone who didn’t know Kim would certainly call her a whore if they saw her.

Danny looked over at me with my arms around his wife and noticed Katie had her hand on my very stiff package rubbing my cock. His wife was feeling me up right in front of him. To catch up to the lovers I removed Katie’s shirt and sexy bra while the sound of sex was still coming from the television keeping Kim’s ears tuned to the sound of hardcore fucking and off her moral standards.

Katie broke off our embrace and walked over to Kim getting behind her with her bare chest against Kim’s back. She slid her hard supple nipples across my loves super soft skin while reaching around to cup her breasts for her husband. She egged him on telling him to lick them, suck them, make sure to give both equal attention. Kim loved her nipples sucked hard and was lost to the attention she was receiving.

Katie turned her around and aggressively started kissing her and feeling her up like she was a man fresh out of prison not caring who it was or how she got satisfaction. While Kim had been in several sexual situations with other people, she had never been so turned on.

Danny, while behind her, unclasped Kim’s pants pulling them down without any resistance along with her wet panties. Now she stood their naked to the world. I stripped Katie down so both girls were nude completely. Two feminine body’s touching and sliding over each other, mouths kissing and sucking, diamond hard nipples almost cutting into each others flesh. Kim was in a different world by now. I doubt if she even knew what was really happening.

Katie broke off and took Kim’s hand leading her to the bedroom. We all followed as they both fell into each other arms on the bed rolling around like long lost lovers. Kim not caring that she was with another woman with others watching. She just wanted it. Whatever “it” was.

Katie by now had two fingers sloshing around inside her preys velvety soft pussy and was licking, kissing and biting her way down Kim’s tits and stomach until she reached the pot of gold between her legs. She asked Kim if she remembered fucking her boyfriend and leaving him with her cum on his cock for Katie to clean off. Kim through half closed eyes nodded yes admitting to her affair with Danny. Katie asked her if she was ready to complete her transformation to a total slut by being tasted and eaten by another woman. Kim just looked in her eyes nodding slightly while Katie told her that this time “I’m going to get the real thing. Not just a taste off my husbands recently fucked cock”. Katie was not gentle as she dove for Kim’s pussy, tasting her flowing juices with the flat of her tongue fully for the first time. This time it was Katie rolling her eyes back as she was totally in the heat of the moment. Katie had also never been so turned on. She grabbed Kim’s hips pulling her into her mouth so she could devour this woman that had succumbed to the passion presented to her. Kim grabbed Katie’s hair and pulled her into her willing pussy until she burst with a toe curling orgasm moaning “eat my pussy” “don’t stop”. We thought she would bring in the neighbors with her screaming.

Danny and I were again zombies, watching in awe at what was happening before us. We had never seen so much passion between two women before and it was real. Then again we had never seen two women have lesbian sex in person before either. Katie got up onto the bed and had Kim straddle her head so she could feast on Kim’s pussy while she sucked Danny’s dick. Although the real reason was so Kim would be facing Katie’s womanhood for the next stage of her debauchery.

Katie ordered me between her legs telling Kim that I was going to eat her pussy since I had never indulged myself while Kim was out acting like a slut to the world fucking anybody that I presented to her. She asked Kim what she was.

“What do you mean”

“What is a woman called who fucks other women’s men”? She demanded.

“A slut”

“What are you”?

“I’m a slut, I’m a slut. Yes, I’m a slut. I want it.

“What do you want”?

“All of it”!

Since Kim had Katie’s husbands cock inside of her mouth she couldn’t have denied it anyway.

Kim looked at me and told me to eat Katie’s pussy. I didn’t argue and indulged in her aroma and flavor. Kim, while sucking Danny put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to Katie’s pussy, encouraging her own husband to taste another woman’s juices while she ground her own cunt down onto her first woman’s mouth.

I went down on Katie’s throbbing cunt and ate for all I was worth. She tasted like she had eaten strawberries before she came over and both Danny and I were was going to supply the cream later on. Her pussy tasted great. Katie was so wet that I could see beads of pussy cum running down her ass out of her pussy. Katie told me to rub my face into her cunt so I could get nice and wet.

After a few minutes of this great dish and an intense orgasm by Katie. She pushed Kim forward so Kim was close to my pussy wet face. I reached for her and started kissing Kim hard shoving my tongue into her mouth giving her the first taste of a woman besides her own.

After Kim’s orgasm subsided she realized what was happening and pulled back away not sure if she wanted this or not. She was not a lesbian and had no urge to taste another pussy but neither was Katie a true lesbian. She hesitated for only a moment to take in the flavor of her first taste. She then kissed me back hard. She sucked my tongue and even licked my face, cleaning me of Katie’s juices. There was no turning back now. Moments ago she said she wanted it all and now she was going to get it.

I moved out of the way while the two women stayed in a 69 position with Kim on top and Katie still fingering and licking Kim’s pussy from below until Katie rolled them both over so Katie was now on top with her tight ass in the air telling her husband to fuck her.

Danny got on his knees behind his wife with Katie’s wet pussy only inches from Kim’s mouth and slid his hard cock into his wife’s freshly eaten pussy. Danny fucked his wife slowly so he wouldn’t cum for a few minutes then pretended to slip out and hit Kim in the face with his pussy soaked cock. Kim tried to escape the wetness but it landed against her mouth forcing her to taste even more of Katie’s pussy. Danny shoved it back inside Katie only for her to tell Kim to open her mouth so she could suck her cum off his cock like she did so many times after she fucked Danny.

Kim either didn’t know what was coming or didn’t care. Danny pulled out a very wet shaft and shoved it into Kim’s mouth. She didn’t miss a beat as she sucked him down without hesitation not caring what the flavor.

Kim suddenly shocked me and told me to fuck Katie so she could suck her off my dick. I wasn’t going to argue as I looked for approval from Danny. He told me to go for it and I sank a much bigger cock into his insatiable wife’s cunt.

Katie’s language was something else. She kept telling Kim what a slut she was and how much of a whore she must be to let this happen. Kim simply told Danny to fuck her and told us to do whatever we wanted to her.

Now both of us had the others wife’s pussy wrapped around our cocks milking us with their incredibly tight pussy muscles while the girls were eating each others well fucked pussy and sucking our wet pussy coated cocks between lunges.

Kim gave in completely and put her whole mouth on Katie’s cunt while grabbing her ass and hips while stroking my cock. She ate her pussy as if possessed. She sank her tongue into her and fingered her until Katie had an orgasm by Kim’s mouth then guiding my cock back into her pussy with her own hand.

Hot water rains down on me from the shower head. I quickly shampoo and rinse and work a thick conditioner through my waist length dark auburn hair. Clipping the slippery mass on top of my head, I notice movement outside the open bathroom door. Through the crack between the glass shower doors I see the figure of a very large man. A thrilled shiver runs down my spine. I’ve been dropping hints since he moved in down the block but I didn’t expect him to just walk in like this. Liking the idea that he is watching me, thinking I am unaware, I decide to put on a little show. I slather my body with a creamy scented body wash, making sure to linger on my large breasts. I moan softly when my fingers slide against my tingling nipples. I shave my legs, underarms, and my pussy. I rinse the cream off and stroke the wet folds wringing another small moan from my throat, knowing that he’s watching me. I unclip my hair and start to rinse the conditioner from my coppery strands. When the water runs clear, I turn off the tap and squeeze the water from my hair. I make sure not to let him know I have seen him and when I open the shower door and grab a big fluffy towel he sinks further back into the shadows in the hallway.

I dry my body and gently squeeze the excess water from my hair, again clipping it up on top of my head. Thin tendrils curl damply around my face. I smooth scented lotion all over my body making sure to lean over and give him a good view of my pink pussy. I stand up and quickly apply a small amount of makeup, just liner and shadow in coppery browns to make the green of my eyes sparkle and a little mascara and clear lip balm. He is still watching me and I wonder when he will make his move. I hang the towel to dry and step out into the hallway not surprised that I don’t find him waiting for me there. Curious to see how far he will take this, I step into my bedroom and pull a black lacy bra and matching panties from the dresser. Putting them on, I slip on a pair of impossibly high black leather stilettos. I can see a shadow lurking just outside in the hall. I unclip my hair and shake it loose into damp waves and curls, flipping my head upside down to fluff and separate the curls. My curvy ass is pointed directly at the door to give the best possible view and when I stand up I squeal in false surprise to find myself drug roughly up against a hard male body.

I struggle a little just to keep up the charade, twisting around to face him. Strong hands grip my upper arms while my much smaller ones press against his thickly muscled chest. The soft cotton of his tee shirt stretches tightly around biceps like tree trunks and tucks into the narrow waist of a pair of well fitted dark denim jeans. He smells so good I want to melt into his body but I hold back. I want to follow his lead. He quickly shoves me up against the wall proving that my instincts to be submissive are correct and his aggression is really turning me on. He drags my hands up above my head and captures both of my wrists in a steely grip while staring hotly into my eyes. I open my mouth to speak, to protest, something, and his lips come down on mine with punishing force. I struggle a little but only enough to press my tingling breasts more tightly against his chest while his free hand slides down my body and grips my ass, pulling me against the obvious bulge in his jeans. I whimper a little and start to kiss him back tentatively, meeting his questing tongue with my own.

My compliance seems to turn him on and he growls against my mouth, using his big body to make his strength and control very clear. His free hand strokes up and down my body claiming every inch of me as his. He tilts his head back for a moment, meeting my eyes with his. His hand relaxes slightly on my wrists and I take the opportunity to free them only to slip them around the back of his neck and pull him back down to me for a kiss so electric it almost feels like my hair is standing on end. I slide my hands over his shoulders and down his chest and belly to tug the tee shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. He takes the hint and quickly peels it off over his head. My mouth waters at the sight of the curves and bulges of his torso. I kiss a path down his chest while slowly sinking to my knees. I caress his thick erection through confining denim, kissing my way up and down the length. I can feel the heat radiating from his body. I look up at him with liquid green eyes and when he gently brushes my long hair back from my face it is at direct odds with the dangerous image he presents.

He steps back just a bit and reaches for the button on his jeans. I am already wet and the anticipation has me squirming. The zipper comes down and I can see that He’s not wearing anything else. When the jeans sag down to his knees his enormous erection springs free and I whimper a little. It is hugely thick and throbbing visibly, a pearl of fluid appearing on the tip has me licking my plump pink lips. I decide to continue with my submissive posture and deliberately clasp my hands behind my back. I lean forward and kiss his upper thigh, trailing my tongue closer and closer to his groin. He gently cups the back of my head guiding my tongue to his testicles. His other hand presses his dick up against his belly so he can watch me lick and gently suck the tender skin. I linger there for several minutes before looking up to catch his eyes, making sure he watches me lick up the underside of his cock. He releases it and tangles his big fingers in my coppery curls while I run my tongue around the head, tasting the precum collecting there. I lick my lips, making them slippery and he slowly thrusts forward, sinking deep into my eager mouth. I can feel him bumping against the entrance to my throat and I’ve only taken half of him! I make a hungry sound low in my throat and push forward slowly swallowing him deeper until my nose brushes the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. He thrusts slowly but firmly in and out of my throat, pulling back only long enough to allow me to breath. My tongue swirls crazily, wanting to feel and taste every throbbing inch of him.

Suddenly he pulls back and lifts me to my feet, kissing me gently. He quickly strips off the jeans, socks, and shoes, in what seems like one single motion. I stand there quietly, waiting for him to make the next move. Just watching the play of muscle under his skin and the feral grace of his large body makes me intensely excited. He moves toward the bed, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, I do the same, sliding the straps of my bra down over my shoulders. I stop just within arm’s reach of him and unclasp the bra, letting it fall to the floor. His low growl thrills me and I step past him to climb onto the bed on hands and knees. Thinking he will follow me onto the bed I begin to turn only to feel strong hands grip my hips to hold me in place. He strips the panties down my thighs and I lift my knees so he can whisk them completely off. Strong fingers caress the rounded cheeks of my ass, stroking and kneading them before sliding down to pull my thighs far apart. I lean forward, letting my upper body rest on the bed. Callused hands travel over my creamy pale skin in firm strokes, making it clear who is in control and that thrills me even more. I am so open and exposed in this position.

Finally he reaches the spot I have been desperate to feel his touch. He parts my folds and finds the hard little bud of my clit first with his finger and then with his tongue. I moan softly, the sensations both gentle and intense. I can’t believe how close I am to an orgasm and he has barely touched me. He continues to attack my clit with furious strokes of his tongue, sliding first one thick finger and then two into my dripping wet opening. After a moment he changes the angle of his thrusts pressing firmly against my g-spot with every stroke. Not every guy knows that trick and that’s a shame because just a few strokes later I cum hard; hot fluid wetting my inner thighs. The pleasure is so intense that my whole body shudders with every gentle lap of his tongue against my clit. Aftershocks are still wracking my body when he climbs onto the bed, pulling me down onto my back to lie beside him.

His scorching kiss makes me shiver and I can taste myself on his lips. My slender fingers stroke his shoulders and I drop kisses on his cheeks and chin and down the thick column of his throat. I feel him turn my hips toward him and lift my leg high up over his rib cage. He guides the broad mushroom shaped head of his erection to my pussy, slowly entering me. I bite down gently on the corded muscle between his neck and shoulder as he fills me; so thick and so deep. Our bodies press tightly against each other and our mouths fuse together as if to share souls.

I squeal softly when he grips my hips roughly and pulls me upright on top of him. I rise up to my knees and ride up and down grinding my clit hard against his pubic bone. His large hands slide up my ribs to my big breasts and tight tingling nipples. He guides one to his lips, kissing it gently and licking the hard peaked tip before sucking it hard into his mouth. My hips buck wildly as my climax approaches and my moans rise in pitch along with the intensity of the pleasure until I shatter on a silent scream with my head thrown back and my back arched. He grips my hips hard and thrusts up into me roughly, my internal muscles clenching tightly, rippling up and down his shaft.

Finally my body quiets and he gently rolls with me, again pressing me into the mattress on my back. He kisses me softly and pulls out of my body. I know he hasn’t cum yet and I wonder what he is doing but my questions are soon answered when he presses his hard cock, still wet from my pussy, against my tiny asshole. I pull his lips down to mine and raise my thighs high up on his torso to give him easier access to my ass. He is so thick that I wonder if I will be able to accept him.

He pushes harder and the muscular ring of my anus slowly opens to allow him inside. I shudder and pant, and finally feel his pubic bone come to rest against my pussy. My hands grip his massive shoulders and I whimper softly when he starts moving slowly, long strokes deep into my unbelievably tightly stretched ass. It feels so good. I move with him pressing up onto his impaling member, clinging to his shoulders. He growls against my neck and suddenly I find wrists pinned to the mattress on either side of my head. He stares into my eyes, letting me know who is in charge even as his thrusts become faster and rougher. With every demanding thrust, he grinds hard against my pussy, against my throbbing clit.

He can tell I’m very close to cumming again so he moves even faster, his whispers telling me to let go, to cum on his cock, to cum for him. His words set off the fireworks and my cries ring off the walls as I climax, so wet, my back arching and my vision going gray at the edges. I shudder uncontrollably and every hard deep stroke draws another gush of hot fluid from my dripping pussy. Finally I feel him tense above me and with a low groan He fills my ass with thick hot jets of cum.

Our bodies slow and eventually come to a stop, still joined together. He rolls to his side, pulling me close, sliding out of my ass but remaining pressed close against me. His arms wrap around me tightly and I giggle to myself when I realize that he is dozing. Suddenly feeling absolutely exhausted myself; I cuddle up even closer to his warm chest and flip the sheet over us. I’m not sure where this will go but at the moment I am feeling extremely relaxed and pleasantly drained.

Heather had just finished turning a trick; she was waiting on the street outside the Vegas hotel. She was mulling over the last two months of her life & how she had gone from a care-free senior in Wisconsin to a Las Vegas call girl.

She did not choose this life, she was been tricked into it: kid-napped & threatened. The threats were not only targeted at her – but her whole family. She saw no way out & nothing scared her, or protected her more right now than her pimp: Biggz.

As she thought, another call girl came down the street – she ran up to Heather & put a small old coin in her hand. She seemed a bit drunk, or high on something, she was smiling from ear to ear. As she passed off the old coin she told Heather, “I’m free, wish for your freedom honey & you’ll be free too!”

She then staggered off… Heather couldn’t help but to think she was fucked up on something, or just found Jesus, or just completely cracked. She could relate to the last option as Heather was about to self-destruct herself. All of these thoughts fled from her mind as she saw Biggz Mercedes round the corner. She snuffed her cigarette & jumped in as he pulled up to the curb.

“How’d you do?” He asked

“Alright, I took him for $500, took another $1500 that was in his nightstand while he got me a drink.” She said, almost proudly.

Biggz was happy about that, “Damned bitch, you’ all right….” he paused then his mood darkened, “How I know you didn’t find more an’ you is jus’ holdin’ out on me.”

This wasn’t the case; she was too scared of him to do that. Heather had learned how to calm him down before he got too wound up. She reached over & rubbed his dick through his pants while she cooed reassuring words to him. This calmed him down & she felt his cock growing with one hand, while her other hand fingered the coin she had just been given. Her mind returned to thought while she absent-mindedly played with her pimps growing hard-on.

“I wish I could just go, right now & never remember any of this shit. I wish he could be trapped in my shoes & have to deal with all the crap I’ve been through.”

**The coin flashed, and it granted the wish**

Suddenly Biggz saw a flash of light; its magic took him two months in the past & trapped him inside of Heather’s body. He has no power to control her, he is only along for the ride – but he can feel all of her emotions & sensations. However, he has yet to figure this out…

He finds himself looking at himself on his couch at home; he feels terrified but also a tad bit turned on. His mind reels as he hears himself say from across the room, “A’ight girl, now we got you dressed up all nicey-nice – we’re goin’ to see what we gots here. Get over here & show me how you suck a dick.”

That’s the line he gives a girl when he’s going to ‘break her in’

He feels a self consciousness that doesn’t seem to be his own & feels this body take an involuntarily peek at a mirror on the wall. He sees Heather, freshly bleached hair, all made-up wearing a tight little black dress with high heels. Her big pale-blue eyes in the mirror meet with his & he can tell they are his. He also knows exactly what’s coming next… Entrapped in Heather he can only watch as he sees the events unfold.

Heather steps toward Biggz & starts to undo his pants, Biggz stops her.

“Listen, you can’t be goin’ after a John like that. You can’t be givin’ him what he want right away – you gots to tease the motherfucker – drive him crazy, work him up so bad he’ll pay you twice as much just to get his nut off. Dig? Just start by sweet talkin’ the mutherfucker & rubbin’ on his dick – whisper in his ear, breath on his neck & shit. When you hear him startin’ to loose it offer to play with his dick BUT say it’s gonna be mo’ money, then when you’re jerkin him off and shit – keep breathing on his neck & say you’ll blow him for just a little more, don’t let that fucker bust his nut – hold that over his head til he pays. Don’t get him off until you work him up enough to pay as much as he got… A’ight? Now try it again.”

Inside Heather was scared shitless, she nibbled on Biggz ear, while her hand rubbed Biggz crotch. Then her hand came across Biggz dick, there was a reason they called him Biggz, she felt the enormous bulge in his pants which went halfway to his knee.

She whispered, “Mmm, baby, you like this? I bet you’d like to feel my mouth on your dick.”

The captive Biggz couldn’t believe what was going on, what was being said, what was coming next & the growing feeling of excitement mixing with the self-consciousness & fear.

The Biggz on the couch just smiled & moaned in appreciation – his hands felt up Heather’s cute heart-shaped ass. She was proud of her ass & knew what guys thought of it.

Heather kissed Biggz neck, tasting his cologne – she couldn’t help getting a bit aroused by Biggz huge arms & hands running over her ass & squeezing her tiny waist. She figured she should take the next step & just get this over with before she started to enjoy it too much.

“Baby, I know you want me to suck on that big dick of yours…”

“MmmHmm” Moaned Biggz as he gripped her by the waist & tried to push her down.

Remembering what he said earlier she cooed, “Eh, eh, eh! Everything nice has a price baby.” Then she really closed in & said in a husky, breathy whisper “For another $75. You can fuck my little face.”

“Hell yeah, bitch, that’s how you do…”

Heather slunk down between his legs, Biggz peeled off her dress as she slid down, leaving Heather in nothing but a satin string thong – her pink nipples hard on her shapely heavy breasts. She rubbed his chest thighs & his raging hard-on. Biggz helped her undo his belt & pull his pants off. Biggz sat there in a dress shirt & a pair of boxers, Heather saw the head of his thick cock hanging past the leg. She wrapped her hand around it & slowly made her hand up & down the bulge. She bit at the bulge through the materiel then Biggz lifted his ass & pulled a leg free leaving the boxers hanging off his leg while his dark huge cock throbbed in front of heathers face, although he was manscaped & had obviously put cologne down there it still smelled musky. It was so close; she could feel heat of it on her face.

Heather was filled with apprehension, she never liked giving head & wasn’t sure if she was good at it, the captive Biggz liked the idea of sucking a dick even less – at least, it was his, sort of.

Heather put his head to her mouth, her hand couldn’t even close all the way around it, and then she opened her mouth & took it in. She tasted it, it was salty & musky, its size filled her mouth, and Biggz hips bucked unexpectedly pushing it further into her mouth. Then she realized she’s got to blow like her life depends on it. She palmed his ball sack & started bobbing her head furiously – the big dick forced strange noises from the back of her throat, her jaw began to ache. She was watching him, he started to chant, “Yeah bitch, yeah bitch…” She could tell he was about to cum, just at the point where she could no longer take the pain in her jaw he yanked his meat out of her mouth & lifted Heather’s body up kissing her on her tits while his fingers made circles over her pussy through her panties. Heather was in all reality being raped, but her body betrayed her mind as his tongue lapped at her nipples & his hand worked her twat. Biggz felt the moisture growing in her crotch & commanded her to bend over.

The captive Biggz felt Heather’s fear mixed with his own, he thought, “No way am I going to get fucked”. He also felt Heather’s own betraying horniness; their knees were shaking with all the emotions & body heat.

Heather bent over & arched her fine little ass high in the air – her bald little pink pussy was still under her soaked pink satin g-string panties. Her blonde hair spilled over to the side as she put the side of her face against the rug. She saw Biggz get down behind her, stroking himself hard again.

Heather gasped when she felt Biggz push aside her panties & begin to work her clit with his lips & tongue. Her eyes closed, and a moan slipped out – she writhed from the pleasure which she did not want to feel. Her back started to arch up & down & her hands were now palming her nipples & rubbing her breasts, kneading them to the rhythm of Biggz mouth on her cunt.

She was wetter than a July peach, Biggz decided she was slippery enough to take his big dick, he worked her clit with his hand as he lined up to Heather’s twat. She gasped as if she had been thrown into cold water when here little cunt was stretched as he began to push inside her. Biggz only put it in about three inches, letting her ease in on it.

The trapped Biggz & Heather both felt the stretching burn sear through them when Biggz pushed his cock into them, then Biggz pulled it out a bit & worked it in a little further than before. Their little pussy was being reamed by Biggz ten inch meat, it screamed as it stretched – but then the pain gave way as their tiny twat relaxed to fit in his thick dick. What could Heather do, too scared to ask for mercy & slightly turned on by this man’s incredible muscled physique & mind-blowing size. They felt Biggz huge hands wrap around their tiny little waist & Biggz started to gently pump her, using her waist to force his dick further in. Heather bit her lip as her pimp’s huge pecker was making her internal organs play musical chairs. Biggz had worked his whole length into her; he sped up & increased his power with each stroke. Heather’s snatch was now able to cope with his size & the pain was giving gave way to pleasure. Size matters, the girth of his fat dick was pushing & pulling on her swollen clitty with every stroke. One hand found her tits while the other worked her pussy. Biggz cock was hitting her in the perfect place deep inside of her body. Moans increasing in intensity began to escape her lips; she could feel a tingly pleasure build in her tummy. Heather tried to resist the oncoming orgasm, she reached out in front of her shaking her head – but she could not stop the feeling as it spread from her tummy to her cunt & into her throat.

The captive Biggz was in awash of emotion as he felt the first guilty orgasm of Heather rip through their body. The intensity was incredible & it made the gigantic dick feel even bigger as their quim clamped down in rhythm on his black dick. Meanwhile their snatch was that much more sensitive making the fucking unbearable.

Biggz held onto Heather’s waist & rode her like a bronco through her orgasm, he was laughing a bit as she moaned & squirmed. He stopped pumping her long enough to let her catch her breath, then pulled out of her. Her resized pussy hung open for a moment before closing when the big dick was pulled out; Heather twitched from the sudden sensation. Biggz stayed silent then Heather felt the huge pecker-head rub up & down against her asshole, she knew what was coming, then Biggz dick found her entrance & he started to push. Heather had never tried anal & now she was about to have a cock the size of her forearm shoved up her ass.

The pain ripped through Heather & her unbeknown passenger’s body, she instinctively tried to get away & squealed – but Biggz held her by her tiny waist. He grabbed her by the hair & whispered in a menacing tone, “We gotta get you used to takin’ it in the ass bitch; you can charge some big ass money for that shit. Just relax as much as you can & don’t be cryin’ & shit or I’ll kick your bitch-ass! No John wants a girl looking like she don’t like it, so I want you to look like you want it.”

She stifled herself as Biggz worked his dick up her ass which was lubed only with Heathers own juice – she buried her face & clawed at the rug; it was all she could do to bear the pain. He fucked her very slowly, pulling out & then pushing it in a little further each time. The sensation was very different from having her pussy fucked; her asshole didn’t relax & enjoy the sensation like her snatch eventually did. She just tried to keep her breath & not show any signs of discomfort. Then she felt his hips against her ass cheeks & he pushed it as deep as he could inside her.

Heather squealed when she was invaded, quickly recovering she acted as if her pain was pleasure. She followed the squeal with a moan, then again tried to play his game.

“Ohhh, I love that big fucking cock, mmmmm, fuck my little ass!”

She felt a sharp slap on her ass & he started to gently pump.

The pain was bearable when his cock was not moving in her, but when he started to fuck her, the pain returned, so she played off her yelps as moans of pleasure. His strong hands still clamped on her hips pushing & pulling her on & off his dick – the speed was picking up. Heather continued to pass off her grunts & squeals as moans of pleasure. The pace quickened & Biggz was now pounding her ass, she could do nothing but scream.

Heather & the captive Biggz felt their ass getting pounded & each stroke reminded them of their helplessness in this surreal situation. All Heather could do was to pretend to enjoy it to avoid another beating. She faked her moans, said dirty things then reached through her legs and lightly massaged Biggz balls in hopes of getting him to cum. They felt so conflicted about wanting to pleasure the man that was raping her ass.

Then he started to chant, “Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, yeah bitch…”

He suddenly ripped his cock out of her, flipped her over and was stroking his cock as he stood over her. She looked up at his strong thighs, cut upper-body & the biggest dick she’d ever seen – she was like a deer in the headlights. Biggz, ready to blow, just shoved his thick cock, fresh from her ass, into her mouth. She instantly tasted a hot, cloying, salty shot of her pimp’s cum squirt into her mouth. She hated cum in her mouth, she swallowed it, but it’s taste was strong & it made her mouth numb with it’s bleachy taste – not wanting to think of what he would do if she spit it out. She wanted to divert the squirt, so she stroked the length of his cock & rubbed his balls as he shot his load on her face & chest. As he was cumming she couldn’t help but to admire his body & even though she still felt like his dick was in her ass, her ginny was still tingling with pleasure.

The pimp had fucked her every which way; Heather & her inner prisoner were horribly conflicted by the mixed feelings of fear & lust. They were betrayed by their body & the taboo of a big black dick paradoxically added to the pleasure. Their body was sore & tingling; however Heather felt like she wanted it again.

Heather went on with a captive Briggs in her subconscious feeling all the pleasure, pain & fear of being a pimped whore. Until one day, Heather was handed a magical artifact & wished her wish.

Biggz was freed from Heather’s mind; he pulled the car over, handed her the money & told her to get out of the car.

She did, Heather found herself on the sidewalk in Las Vegas dressed like a whore with a wad of money & had no idea how she ended up there, dressed like that.


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