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Part 2
Fifty minutes later, tears of humiliations were streaming from Nadia's
brown eyes down her cheeks. For almost an hour she had been crawling around on
the cheap rough gray carpet, her naked body exposed to Anthony's baleful glare.
He was sitting in an armchair, watching here every move without speaking a
single word. Every minute or two he took a sip from a frosty Heineken, without
giving the least indication that her pointless circling of her living room would
end any time soon.
Finally she rose from the floor, rubbed her burning knees, and glared at
him with contempt.
"You know what, Tony? This is absurd. I've had it! Get out!" Nadia
walked over to the chair, slipped the white robe over her shoulders and gestured
in the direction of the door.
Anthony slowly rose from his chair. Nadia stared at him as he tossed
the empty bottle into an empty metal wastebasket. The silence in the room was so
intense, the sound of a metal can hitting the bottom felt deafening. He looked
at her strangely while he ran the fingers of his right hand through his dark
hair, before stepping toward the door. He started to step through the doorway
and then, before she could slam the door shut, he stormed back inside and closed
the door behind him. With a single powerful movement, he grabbed her by her neck
with one hand while he pinned her against the wall with his muscular body.
"No, stop it!" Nadia screamed, but he spun her around as if she were as
light as a rag doll and pulled the robe off her body and threw it across the
room. In less than a minute, she was stripped naked once again.
Anthony's face was flushed from the struggle, and his eyes were bright
with suppressed excitement. How different he looked from the rather
bored-looking man who had been putting her through her tedious paces on the
carpet only moments earlier.
"Sorry, honey, but when you told me to get out, you forgot rule number
one - there are no rules." He was staring into her wide open eyes as his hands
reached for her breasts and found them. "Have you forgotten about the collar?"
Nadia winced at the roughness of his touch. Her knees stung so badly
from the friction caused by the rough carpet that she had forgotten about the
leather collar. And she had forgotten that today was different from all other
days. For today she was his. Anthony owned her.
"You know what, baby," Anthony said sweetly, "I think you just lost
control of this little game of yours. I think subconsciously you still thought
that I'd follow your rules."
He slapped her hard on the face, hard enough to make Nadia cry out in
pain and most of all, in surprise. He has never hit her before.
"Fuck you! Get out of my house," she yelled.
"No, fuck YOU, bitch. I'm going to fuck YOU. You've fucked me over long
enough, you stupid cock tease. Get on your knees and suck my dick, bitch,"
Anthony bellowed hoarsely. He shoved her roughly down onto the floor and when
she tried to get up, he unzipped his pants and grabbed a handful of her long
hair. He wrapped it tightly in a clenched fist and pulled her face roughly
against his crotch. Nadia inhaled the musky smell of his pubic hair as he moved
her face up and down against his swollen dick.
She tried to turn away. "Let me go, motherfucker. Let me go!!!" she
screamed. "I'll bite your dick off."
Anthony struck her again, this time much harder.
"If you so much as show me your teeth, bitch, I'll knock them out one by
one. You'll look exactly like the cheap whore that you are. Say it, bitch. Say
you're a cheap whore!" he yelled, as he yanked her head back so that she stared
back at him.
Anthony jerked Nadia to her feet by her hair and slapped her hard across
the curves of her ass. "What are you?" he roared, as he pulled at her hair
again. "Say it, damn you! What are you??!"
Then he picked Nadia up and carried her down a hallway until he found
her bedroom. He kicked the door open with a booted foot and threw her face down
on the neatly made-up bed and climbed on top of her, facing towards her bottom.
"Bitch! Fucking slut! Why do you have to make me so damn angry? I'll
teach you a lesson, you stupid cunt," he spat out as he unbuckled his leather
belt and began to pull it through his wide belt loops.
"Last chance, honey! Say it. Tell me you're a dumb, cheap, nasty
whore!!"
But he didn't even give Nadia a chance to mouth the words. He shifted
his position slightly on the bed and brought his freshly-liberated belt sharply
down on Nadia's naked bottom.
"Aaahhh!" she cried out in pain. "No! Stop it! Please!"
Anthony counted the strokes as the leather made contact with her
wriggling behind again, each blow leaving a red mark on a pale rounded ass that
had never been lashed before. Nadia had never dreamed that their games would
get this heavy. But after the third vicious blow ripped into her tender
derriere she realized the full extent of Anthony's promise.
Finally, realizing that there was nothing to stop him from whipping her
ass to shreds, she gave in. "I'm a whore!" she cried out, hoping that the
admission would dull his anger.
"What? I didn't hear you?" SMACK!! The wicked leather slashed her ass
for a fourth time. "Aaghhh! Please, stop it!" Nadia begged as tears streamed
down her face.
"I'M A DIRTY WHORE!!!!"
"Who do you belong to?" SMACKK!! The belt fell for a fifth time,
sending fiery fingers of pain shooting through Nadia's belt-ravaged
bottomcheeks. Tell me what you love to do!"
"I'M YOUR WHORE. I LOVE TO FUCK, AND SUCK YOUR COCK. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU
RIDE MY ASS!!! "
The belt landed on Nadia's ass with a loud whistling noise. Only then
did Anthony slide off her back. By now Nadia was hysterical. She was crying so
hard, she could hardly breathe. Tony gently moved her hair away from her face
and lowered his lips to her slender neck and kissed her.
Still holding the belt, he went to the kitchen and brought her a glass
of water with a straw. He held the straw to her mouth as she drank from it until
the glass was empty.
"Now take a sip of this." He reached into his backpack and took out a
bottle of Grey Goose vodka.
With shaking hands she took the bottle from him and lifted it to her
lips. He made her drink five swigs straight from the bottle. She cringed but
obediently complied. The burn of the strong alcohol as it slid down her throat
helped her forget her burning backside.
"Are you beginning to calm down?" Anthony asked.
Nadia nodded, still trembling.
"Good!" he muttered as he cupped her breasts in his strong hands and
thumbed her pinkish nipples lovingly for a moment. "Now get down on your knees
and suck my dick."
Nadia slid off of the pink bedspread and knelt in front of him.
Anthony's jeans were still unzipped and he wasn't wearing anything under them.
She cupped his balls with one hand and put his cock into her mouth. Anthony's
dick was of no more than average length and girth, but it didn't matter. Nadia
hated giving blow jobs. She hated the time that went into it and she hated the
effort. She even hated the taste of sperm. Years ago, when they were dating,
Anthony had spoiled her in bed. He had always made sure that she would cum in
bed, and not just once. Would there be pleasures like those for her tonight, she
wondered, or only more degradation?
The domination/submission games they had played had been her idea at
first. Anthony quickly learned that she enjoyed being handled a bit roughly and
that dirty, humiliating words turned her pussy wet very fast. In her favorite
game, she would wiggle and try to get away while Anthony jumped on her, ripped
off her bra and panties and then drove his erection into her hot pussy. Despite
her wish to be taken by force, she struggled valiantly, making the game all the
more exciting. But even her fierce and frantic resistance never allowed her to
succeed in escaping his strength or his will. The game always ended in the same
way, with his cock fucking her with long, hard strokes, while his balls slapped
loudly against her shaved pussy.
And now she was kneeling in front of him, the only man she had truly
loved in her life, sucking his cock like it was the sweetest candy in the world.
-"Oh shit, baby, I'm going to cum". - He hissed.
He stretched his right leg a little bit. His foot, still clad in a heavy
winter boot with thick leather sole was now right under her pussy. Nadia
shuddered as she felt his foot touch her sensitive organ. She shifted a little
bit and rubbed herself on it.
Anthony grabbed her soft tits in his strong hands and twisted them a
little bit. "Yeah, baby. Rub your clit right against my shoe," he moaned as
her lips swirled around the crown of his penis. Then, suddenly, he pulled his
dick out of her mouth.
She looked up at him quizzically, surprised at his withdrawal. Anthony
stood up, gave his dick a few long, slow strokes with his hand and then torrents
of hot sperm began to splash against Nadia's face before she could pull away.
Anthony's pale man-slime was everywhere, in her eyes, in her mouth, in her nose
and her hair. She was completely and utterly spent.
