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This was originally part of a story I abandoned. After re-reading it, I thought it might be worth posting as a short piece. It is, I admit, pure pornography. There is no story and no plot. It is merely two lovers engaging in a rather rough bit of sex. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. I suppose it is open for a follow up, but I’ve no specific intentions in that area thus far. Though, truth be told, one never knows where the whims of story telling will take my “pen”.
Mark and Fiona
The weekend passed quickly. Their last night was most passionate and considerably exciting for her. On their final night in the remote town he tortured her psyche, making her masturbate in front of him until she begged to cum. Then, after her pleas for release were met with disappointment, he bent her over the room’s coffee table and took her. Her release was met with burning lungs and a shrill scream of pain filled ecstasy.
The next day was graced with a touch of sadness. Their weekend had come to an end. With the weekends ending came a rush to reality, followed by a long drive to his home near the city.
Arriving at his home, he made her strip. Then he retrieved a pair of fuzzy high-heeled slippers and threw them to the floor next to where she was removing her clothes.
“Until I have you properly pierced, this will be your apparel”, he said, smiling.
Her face turned red as it heated in embarrassment. Then, and without a word, she stepped into the slippers.
That evening was filled with relative calm. Most of the night was spent watching the news and cuddling with each other. When they readied for bed, Mark began explaining the rules of his ownership to her, iterating some of what they had discussed so many times before.
“I expect complete obedience in all ways”, he said. “When I told you that I expected no limits to what I could do with you, I meant it. There are only a few things I will promise that you will never be expected to take part in; sex with a minor, sex with an animal, any sort of blood play, scat or anything generally considered to be unhealthful. Do you understand?”
“Yes”, she responded, her voice soft and sultry.
“Then, for the final time, I have a question: do you wish to be my slave; to have all of your choices taken from you?”
“Yes”, she whispered.
“Say it. I want to hear the complete sentence”, he demanded.
“Mark, I want to be your slave. I want to have all of my choices taken from me.”
He was silent as he stepped to her and led her to the bedroom. As they approached the bed, he stopped her and turned her to face him. Following the downward motion of his hands, she kneeled before him as he withdrew his cock from his pants. She took him, still flaccid, into her mouth and began to suck.
“Tonight is going to be difficult for you, Fiona”, he began, watching her head as it bobbed along his hardening shaft. “If you have been truthful, and I believe you have, you will find out what it is to be ass fucked.”
She hesitated a moment, surprised by his promise, before returning to her duty.
“When I am properly satisfied, you will stop sucking me. Then you will get the large wedge shaped pillow on the far side of the bed and lay it on top of the mattress”, he told her. “Then, you will position yourself so that your ass is up and your head is down. After that, I will fuck your ass. It will hurt. I will see to it.”
She slowed her pace a bit; looking into his eyes, fear pouring forth.
“You had better pick up your pace, my pet”, he said. “I am not a terrible sadist, as you know. But I do have a few sadistic tendencies. You’re only a virgin once…I want to break in that ass with fireworks. Do you understand?”
Still sucking, the girl gave a slight nod of her head, murmuring a slight “Mmm, hmm.”
Finally satisfied that the moment had built up as he had wanted it, he pulled from her mouth and directed her to get the wedge shaped pillow. Undressing himself, he watched as she placed the pillow on the bed. Then, her face a grimace of fear, he watched as she slipped across the pillow.
He approached her at the front, lifting her head to allow her to slather her saliva on his cock. For a brief moment, there was hope that he had only been trying to scare her. Upon his withdrawal and repositioning behind her, she understood that he was not merely scaring her.
Mark pushed his cock up against her, his cock resting against the tightly clenched opening. He dribbled spit between the cheeks of her ass, commanding she part them. Slowly, she reached back and parted her full bottom, exposing the dark bud more fully. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed his saliva against the puckered hole and began pushing inward. He was not gentle, nor was he particularly rough. There was no sense in either. He did not want to hurt the girl, though he did want her to suffer. There was no disappointment that night.
She grunted as his cock plunged into her. Focus, once clear and sharp, left her eyes. Before her was a show of blinding light, flashing with his every thrust. She tried to speak out but was unable, her voice lost to the pain. Finally, the show of lights subsided, replaced with the blur of water filled eyes. At last, her voice returned and she was able to grunt and moan, once again.
“Oh God!” he heard her exclaim, as his rhythm increased.
“This is your life, my pet”, he whispered in her ear, leaning down over her. “This is what you agreed to.”
“Please…oh God…please”, she grunted to no one.
“If you want me to stop, I will. But I won’t have you as mine”, he taunted her. “Should I stop?”
“No, don’t stop”, she grunted, regretting her words as they left her mouth.
“Then you want me to fuck your ass?” he taunted again.
The girl nodded, her pain evidenced in her groans and clenched face. Her once blurry eyesight was now more clear, the tears having cleared their barrier to run down her cheeks.
“Tell me, then. Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”
The girl suffered under his words as they taunted her. She knew she should say “no” and make him get off of her. Reason and logic told her these things. They were not a part of her. She had grown to love him during so many phone conversations. She had even grown to need him and could not fathom living without him.
“I want you to fuck my ass!” she screamed as his thrusts became more intense.
“Every night?”
“Every night”, she groaned.
“Say it, pet”, he demanded. “Say it how you have been taught.”
“I…want…you to…fuck my ass…every night”, she managed, her groans manifesting throughout her lie.
He pounded harder, pushing his weight down against her. He was laying on her now, his own ass in the air as he practically rolled across her large posterior, pushing his cock ever deeper into her tortured hole. A groan escaped his own lips and he began climaxing. He jerked with each blast of cum, bringing her a new and terrible pain. Spent, he halted his thrusts and lay across her body, still but for the occasional after spasm.
For many minutes after, she lay silent, crying at her terrible ordeal. Finally, she felt his weight shift and his cock withdraw from her raw behind. She jerked at the pain his withdrawal caused, and then recoiled in disgust at his next command.
“Clean my cock, Fiona”, he commanded. “No hands.”
Looking up in disbelief, she saw him lying on the bed. Her eyes met his and she saw that he was serious. Then she crawled from the pillow and took his cock in her mouth, sucking the softening member.
“Use your tongue”, he issued.
Tears in her eyes, she obeyed.
When Mark was satisfied with her actions, he called on her to snuggle against him. Holding her tightly, he cooed to her at how proud he was that she should behave as she had. He told her, too, how much satisfaction he had received from her suffering. For reasons she could not explain, she felt proud.
“It will not be like that always”, he whispered in her ear. “The next time I take your ass, you will enjoy it. I promise.”
The girl tightened her grip on him, folding ever deeper into his body.
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