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Mr. Cameron stood
over her, watching impassively as her slender body heaved as she vomited
directly into the drain in the garage. Her splendid eyes were puffy and
bloodshot, tears streaming down them, her lips swollen and bruised, her skin
glistening with sweat, her hair tangled by his hands, her arms bound behind her
back, wrists to elbows. She leaned back up, still on her knees, and
opened her mouth for him to wash out with the hose, shuddering as the cold
water poured over her. Finishing, he grabbed her by the hair, his hands
seeming to engulf her head, and brought her mouth back onto his cock.
Lust burned
through her young body as the smell of her master's cock overpowered the rancid
smell of her own puke. It had been three days since he had fucked her,
three days in which he had denied her release, three days of training her to
take him to the root, three days that had filled her mouth and sinuses with
vomit that had burned her throat raw. She had never felt so used, so
degraded, so owned, as she did kneeling before him, servicing him without
recourse to her own pleasure. As he pulled her head closer, she felt his
cock start to press against her soft palate; she started swallowing and focused
on her breathing, feeling the air course through her nose. She tensed her
stomach muscles and worked the back of her tongue against the underside of his
cock, her cheeks hollowing to allow them to provide him with friction as he
slid his cock in and out of her mouth.
Again his cock
pressed against the back of her throat, and again she felt her bile rise,
fighting it down, wanting to please him, wanting to make him happy. Then
she was there, his pubic hairs tickling her nose; an indescribably joy filled
her as she rolled her eyes up to look at him looking down at her, his hand
possessively on top of her head. He moaned a soft moan and it made her
shudder as he directed her slowly back off of his cock, only to thrust it back
into her throat, harder this time. His hand clenched in her hair now, and
he started to fuck her mouth with long, slow strokes of his cock.
With each plunge
of his dick down her throat she clenched her stomach, sending a low buzzing
through her ignored cunt. She rolled her eyes to the side, gazing into
the full-length mirror he had set up so that she could see herself, could see
his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her soft lips encircling him, so that
she could see herself kneeling submissively as he used her. The sight
made her lust flair and she moaned around his cock, her hips unconsciously
gyrating lasciviously.
She watched
herself in the mirror as she ground her cunt against his leg, his leg wet with
her spend, getting herself off like a 'good bitch', her face red in
humiliation. She remembered how his cock had pulsed in her throat as he
came, pressing her face into his groin, her head swimming as her air was cut
off, and she came, grunting out her pleasure like the animal she was.
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The second night.
The second night,
before I went to bed, I looked through all my clothes, looking for the
sexy. I remember thinking that sexy meant a short skirt and a halter top,
but I didn't have either, since my parents certainly wouldn't allow me to go
out in an outfit like that. I remembered that I still had some old
clothes when I was 10 years old, and old skirt I would wear it when it was
cold, with tights, and it came down to mid-thigh on me, and a couple of old
t-shirts, way too small. I thought I would look ridiculous in them, but I
figured that more flesh meant sexy, and the skirt and the t-shirts would show a
lot of flesh.
As the time
approached, I lay in bed, dressed in my too-tight clothes, an unbuttoned skirt
barely covering my ass and a top that came down just over my breasts, the
fabric pulled tight around my chest, and quivered in excitement.
I don't remember
getting over to his house; I just remember opening the sliding glass door from
his backyard and stepping into his home, looking for him. I saw him
sitting in his chair, his back toward me, in his living room.
"Mr.
Cameron?" I said, querying, as I moved toward him.
"Call me
Sir," he said, and his voice made me shiver. "Come here and let
me look at you."
I walked over to
him, my feet bare against first the tiles of his kitchen and then the carpet of
his living room. I stepped in front of him, about five feet from his
chair, not daring to look at him.
"Turn.
Slowly."
I glanced at him,
wearing only boxers, sucking in my breath at the sight of him nearly naked, and
slowly turned, my face burning, my lust rising as I felt his eyes devour me,
desire me. When I finished turning around I felt more than saw him close
to me, and then his hand was in my hair, gripping hard, pulling my head back,
my mouth gasping just before his locked on mine, his tongue plunging into my
mouth as his other hand gripped my ass painfully and pulled me against him, the
heat from his body burning against mine.
I melted.
Heat flooded through my body and my limbs went weak. I was his, all
his. And then, as suddenly as he had taken me, he stepped back and
dragged me to the ground by my hair. I cried out in pain as I landed hard
on my hands and knees, lust flooding me as he pulled my face into the
carpet. I felt his breath against my ear as he leaned in close, his hand
still clenched in my hair, sending tendrils of pain through my scalp.
"Stay like
this, you sexy little slut. Head down and ass up."
I sensed that he
stood, and I imagined him standing over me, looking down at my body, the side
of my face against the carpet, my palms flat on the floor, my breasts partially
flattened as I my ass thrust into the air, my knees wide apart, almost beside
my head. I was breathing hard, an overwhelming need to be used flowing through
my body. I was an offering to him, a sacrifice, a piece of meat for him
to do with as he pleased.
I felt him kneel
at my ass, his hands sliding my skirt up and around my waist, my body
shuddering at his touch. Then his hands were at my hips, rolling down my
underwear.
"No more
underwear when you come over. Rape-toys don't wear underwear."
His words and
touch scalded me, my underwear cutting into my thighs, his fingers driving hard
into my exposed cunt, my body rocking forward, a grunt torn from my throat as
pleasure flooded through me. He worked his fingers in and out of my
sopping cunt, my hips gyrating wildly, animalistic cries coming from me as I
approached the bliss of orgasm. Oh god it was so good.
Then it stopped,
and his hands were at my hips again, and I moaned, a deep moan of need as I
felt his cock press against my cunt. It slid in, stretching me, hurting
me, the pain igniting a dark need, and I jerked back against him, impaling
myself, craving a hard, deep pounding, a brutal rape of my body. His
fingers dug into my hips, holding me still, completely impaled, quivering on
the end of his cock. I heard him growl, and then I cried out in
disappointment as he ripped himself from my body, leaving me empty.
I tried to rise
up, but his hand found the back of my head again, shoving my face back into the
carpet, his weight carrying me down as his body covered mine. And then I
felt his cock, slippery from my own cunt-juice, press up against my ass.
Wonder and fear and a deep, dark excitement flooded through me as he started
pushing into my virgin ass.
Pain blossomed,
burned, took my breath away as his cock slowly, oh so slowly, penetrated my
ass. My body instinctively fought, but I was small and weak and pinned
beneath him, and could only lay there as he violated me, as he hurt me.
My cunt throbbed as he pressed his groin against me, flattening my ass-cheeks
with his body, his hand pressing hard against my scalp, keeping me in place for
his use.
He started
fucking my ass, a slow, steady withdrawal, sucking at my guts, making me moan,
followed by a hard, brutal thrust, slamming his hips forward with all his
might, the slapping of his groin against my ass shocking the air with is
violence as he spiked his cock deep into my ass, my body rocking forward, my
vision going dark as pain flared through my body. Again and again and
again and again and again and oh god I was crying and moaning and shaking and
gasping as he brutalized my ass with his cock.
With each
withdrawal my pussy throbbed, needy, wet, dripping juice down my thighs, the
pleasure blotted out by the pain as he slammed back into me. More
pleasure, more pain, until they seemed to swirl together and I started a low
keening as something seemed to snap deep within me; it seemed to take forever
to come, building in strength as I lay, a helpless fuck-beast, beneath
him. I came, wave after wave of pleasure blasting through me, my toes
curling, my fists dug deep in the carpet, my body spasming uncontrollably,
buffeted by an unbridled lust that was consuming me. I never wanted it to
end.
Afterward, he
made me go to the bathroom and get a towel and washbasin to clean him as he
reclined in his chair, before taking his cock in my mouth and bringing it back
to hardness. He told me to strip, and he took me out to the garage, where
he tied me, bent over a saw-horse, my arms and legs bound apart to the legs of
the horse. He took his time, playing with my cunt and clit with his
fingers as he sawed his cock in and out of my ass, making me beg for more,
calling me 'his little masochistic fuck-toy', 'his sexy teenaged rape-meat',
'his cute little slut' while telling me that he was going to find new ways to
hurt me very night.
His words, my
begging, the bondage, his fingers pinching and prodding my most sensitive
flesh, his cock churning in my ass-chute were a heady mixture that sent me
through three orgasms before he finished, dumping his cum into my ass.
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Frustrated lust
clouded her mind as her fingers slid quickly over her reddened, swollen clit,
her hips thrusting erotically as she leaned back, supported by her other arm on
her ankle, her knees spread, her back arched, her head thrown back, her
breathing heavy and ragged. Her breasts glistened with sweat, her nipples
hard with desire. A small checkered skirt was bunched around her waist,
making her look even more like a debauched schoolgirl. She felt herself
grow close, and raised her head, her eyes drawn to the cock of her master, turgid,
huge, jutting from his body as he sat feet from her and watched while she
performed for him.
"Please,
master, may your stupid cunt be allowed to cum?"
Lust flooded her
as she spoke the words, and she slowly ran her fingers up and down her slit, else
her orgasm would overwhelm her. Hope welled up in her when he didn't
answer immediately, her fingers picking up now, pressing harder into her tender
cunt-flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her young body, her orgasm so
near, so near. She had been kneeling before him for almost an hour as he
instructed her on how to pleasure herself for his benefit; how to best show her
tits and her stomach, how to roll and thrust her hips, how to run her fingers
up and down her slit, highlighting it, before moving back to her clit, how to
moan and cry out in pleasure, and especially how to beg to be allowed an
orgasm.
"No."
She moaned, her
head falling back, her fingers dancing lightly against her clit, torturing
herself with pleasure, tears of frustration burning in her beautiful brown
eyes.
"Lay
back. Grab your ankles, and keep your knees spread."
She trembled in
excitement as she obeyed, her heels tucked under her ass, presenting her cunt
like an offering. God she hoped he would take her, use her, anything at
all; she needed the release so badly her whole body trembled. She looked
up when she felt something cold press against her mons, seeing her master
towering over her, pressing what looked like a cattle prod against her pubic
mound.
Lust flared in
her for an instance before the pain ripped into her, snapping her head back,
every muscle in her slender body shaking as voltage pounded into her cunt, a
scream of pain rocketing from her throat as her young mind was overwhelmed in
agony.
Then it was gone,
and the lust came back, stronger, more insistent, making her writhe on the
ground, her hands locked around her ankles as she muttered 'Oh godohgodohgod'
over and over again under her breath. Her hips thrust blindly into the
air as her body mindlessly begged for more. As the prod touched her
tender flesh a second time, an orgasm welled up in her, to be torn away by
another blast of voltage, the sound of her own screams seeming to echo in her
mind.
It stopped,
leaving her sweating and panting and trembling with need on the ground. A
third time it touched her, this time digging against her swollen clit, her body
arching up against it like it was a lover, her long delayed orgasm building
higher and higher as he ground it against her cunt, waiting until her trembling
thighs, her curled toes, her clenching hands, her twitching cunt showed him her
orgasm, before sending a maelstrom of pain tearing through her body, swirling
with the pleasure from her cum until she couldn't distinguish the ecstasy from
the agony, until it was all overwhelming sensation, her body cumming again and
again in response, her mind blank, her mouth hanging open, her slender form
trapped spasming and jerking to his will.
He was on top of
her, his cock slamming in and out of her throat as she lay spread-eagled on the
ground. Each thrust made her grunt and her body shudder lightly.
She was mostly limp beneath him, spent from her torture, as he gazed down at
her pale, teenaged thighs, so firm, so slender, so delectable; her soft,
inviting, abused pussy, seemingly made just for him. He thought of what a
beautiful piece of masochistic fuck-meat she was as his cock pulsed deep in her
throat, his cum sliding straight into her stomach.
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