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Chapter 3 – Rapemeat
I like raping over a bitch several different ways, so Angel is once more wearing her LBD and black fuck-me pumps with a much-drooled-on black ball gag between her lips. The ball gag is held in place by a slim studded black leather strap buckled tightly behind her pretty little head.
Angel's slim wrists are crossed and bound over her head, tethered by a short rope to a ceiling beam. Each of her shapely ankles is tethered separately to a ringbolt set in the floor, holding her superb legs just far enough apart so that I can dip my hand between them for an intimate grope but close enough together to enable me to pull down her black lace thong panties. She is blindfolded with a black silk scarf so that she can't see what is happening. This heightens her concentration on her other senses. Smell, sound, touch and fearful anticipation are her world now.
Angel has been standing there awhile, pondering the possibilities. Her blonde hair is mussed from another brief futile struggle with her tight bondage.
It probably seems like a long wait to her, although she has no means of telling the actual time. At last, she hears the pocket door to the windowless room slide open into the wall and then slide shut again. Footsteps approach. From the sound that they make on the concrete floor, it sounds like hard-soled shoes or boots, not sneakers or moccasins. From the intent expression on her face, I can see that she's trying hard to be Sherlock Slut, deducing what she can from the very limited evidence at her disposal.
She tenses as she feel my hands running slowly up her beautiful legs, pausing to squeeze her heart-shaped calves, going slower and slower as they rise higher and higher.
I feel her up lingeringly. My fingers caress the sensitive spot behind her knees. She feels my palms warmly cupping the backs of her thighs, massaging and kneading her firm, nicely toned thigh muscles.
I like a babe that works out and takes care of her goodies. A female like that has a lot to offer a force-fucker like me and the stamina to offer it again and again.
From the sound and from the warmth emanating from my body, she can feel me in front of her as my rising hands gradually lift her dress. I make sure that she feels my breath lightly on the front of her thighs. I do it very lightly so that she is uncertain whether I am deliberately blowing on your bare skin or just breathing warmly on it.
Uncertainty is good.
The rape will be a slow process, allowing for lots of anticipation and suspense along with sudden exposure to brutal realities.
I slip a finger into one of the leg holes of her lace panties and slowly, tantalisingly move it around inside, feeling the smooth-shaven, exquisitely sensitive flesh. She shudders as my finger lightly, almost accidentally, brushes over her cuntlips.
I insert a finger in the other leg hole and slowly, tantalisingly, repeat the process.
Then I use both hands and do both panty leg holes at once.
Angel lets out a long shuddery breath as I squeeze her bare buns with both hands on either side of the thong buried in the crack of her glorious ass.
I slowly, deliberately raise her dress higher and insert my fingers inside the elastic waistband of her panties. I teasingly run them around inside. Then I pull the waistband out to inspect her smooth-shaven slit.
I hold out the waistband at the front and blow a puff of air into them. I let the waistband snap back against her smooth young belly.
Lovingly, I delicately tug the thong out from between her satin smooth ass globes. I blow a long, gentle breath down the crack of her ass. The soft creamy skin of her butt cheeks goose pimples as she quivers in fear.
I delve into her panties with both hands, squeezing her beautifully rounded buttocks. Angel gasps as I forcefully part them and run my finger over her rectum.
I jerk her panties down to her knees, where they are stretched tightly between her legs. Delving lightly, I rub her cuntlips with two fingers. I part them gently and run the side of my finger along her exposed pink slit.
Leaving her dress bunched up around her waist and her black panties stretched tightly between her parted knees, I allow her to think about the possibilities as I unzip the back of her dress…
She shivers as she feels the cold metal on her shoulder. She gives a small jerk as she hears and feels the snip of the scissors as I cut the slim spaghetti shoulder straps holding up the black dress. I pull it downwards, exposing her firm bra-less breasts. Reaching around from behind, I lift them, squeezing, caressing lovingly.
Time for some pain.
Angel pulls in a sharp breath as I pinch hard and twist her nipples savagely.
My erect penis brushes her bared buttocks. A liquid drop of pre-cum from the tip of my dick dribbles over her ass cheek. I rub the hairs on my chest against the bare skin of her back. With a frisson of dread, she realizes that I am naked except for the boots.
I circle Angel ominously, inspecting her nakedness.
I stop in front of her.
I use my tongue and lips sweetly on her bruised nipples, licking and sucking them erect.
There is a pregnant pause as I step away from her. I make a little noise moving things around on a table at her side.
From the tilt of her head, I know that Sherlock Slut is trying to make some deductions, wondering what is happening and what will be done to her next.
Angel arches forward delightfully as I playfully brush something across both her buttocks lightly…
There is a loud snap and a line of fire burns across her buns as the spring loaded leather strap kisses them hard. I wonder if this is what Sherlock was expecting. From the way she jumped, I think not.
As she jerks forward, feeling the afterburn of the stroke, I part her tightly clenched buttocks and worm my little finger into her rectum for a small, humiliating finger rape while she is still trying to wrap her mind around the sudden flaring pain, reddening her behind.
I slowly twist my little finger inside her tight asshole. With the other hand I softly stroke the rapidly reddening welt, running my fingertips along the raised ridge at the edges. I stroke the welt once more, following the angry red line across her ass globes with my middle finger, pressing hard in the centre of the welt, eliciting a small whimper of pain.
I remove my pinkie from her asshole and step back.
I wait for a few moments while Sherlock thinks about what this probably portends…
She jerks at the sharp snap of the spring loaded leather strap, bare breasts bobbing in unison, as the second stroke is laid precisely on top of the first. As she humps her hips forward, away from the blow, I bury my middle finger to the knuckle inside her hot, dry fuckhole so that the physical shock of the pain blends once more with the sexual shock of another small finger rape.
I pump my fuck finger in and out briskly a few times and then withdraw it.
I step back and let Sherlock think some more about it...
Two hard cracks of the strap. One lifts her ass globes up from below and the other, following almost immediately, slaps them down from above.
Immediately afterwards, while the welts are still blossoming on her bum, I jab two fingers between her legs and bury them to the knuckle inside her fuckhole. I spread my fingers in a V-shape inside her and twist them back and forth.
I make a little noise putting something down on the table beside you. There is the small scrape of something being lifted. Sherlock Slut probably has deduced that the spring-loaded strap is being put down, but what fearsome implement is being picked up?
A flurry of sharp, sudden snaps of the strap as each of her bare breasts is alternately lifted hard and slapped down brutally by a razor strop fanning up and down repeatedly, moving rapidly from one bouncing breast to its bobbing twin.
I step to her side. There are more mysterious, scary sounds from the table.
I don't keep her wondering for long as I chop down viciously with the hard edge of a wooden ruler at the base of her teats, digging in and pulling out so that it feels like her nipples are being torn from her breasts.
They instantly start to swell.
While she is panting hard, trying to cope with this latest assault, I give her a sniff of baby oil.
From the look of confusion on her face, Sherlock is obviously wondering how this could possibly be a bad thing. She breathes deeply as she feels my oily fingers between her legs, spreading her cuntlips wide.
My oiled dick slides smoothly into her hot dry fuckhole. Once she is fully penetrated, I lift her up on tiptoe. I cup her bare buttocks with my hands and lift her from the floor with each hard, fast thrust.
The actual rape is surprisingly long as I take my time, pumping smoothly, feeling her hot breasts and swollen nipples rub against my chest, feeling the burning welts on her bum with my hands as I bounce my Angel up and down, her golden hair flying.
I cum copiously inside her.
I pause, still buried inside her, so that, in very different ways, we can each savour the moment….
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