The second date

Chapter 1

 

She was excited at the thought of meeting her date again: they’d hit it off on their first meeting, sitting chatting until last orders and only then, reluctantly leaving the pub, where he’d expressed an eager desire to see here again & take her out for dinner. A sedate kiss in the car park, had soon turned into a more passionate exploration and she’d thrilled to feel how hard she made him when she let him slip his tongue in her mouth. Breathlessly, she’d pulled away, realising it was better to leave him wanting more & promising to arrange another date as soon as she could.

 

And s,o here was their second date….Greg had phoned her the following day asking if she would be free for dinner on the Friday, to which she’d accepted (though not trying to sound too eager). As she got ready, she’d paid extreme attention to making sure her body was smooth & moisturised…..all over…… In her heart, she knew that she wanted to let Greg fuck her; it had been some months since she’d last been with a man and, having felt his bulging crotch as it rubbed against her on their first date, she suspected it might be well worth getting to know him more intimately. Of course, she didn’t want to appear too much of a slut so she wouldn’t herself suggest going back to his….bu, if he offered her a coffee – why, then she’d innocently agree!

 

Before slipping into her clothes, she admired her body in the full length mirror: tall, yet curvy, with a narrow waist, full hips and generous 36DD breasts, she knew she had an enviable figure. Her neatly shaved pussy had only the tiniest neat tuft just above her clit, while her cunt lips hung low, advertising the way to pussy heaven. As she slipped the lacy French knickers on, she savoured how the crotch sat against her clit & she wriggled her hips, immediately feeling a tinge of dampness seep from her slit.

            “Tonight, with luck, I’ll have that thick cock of Greg’s in there” she whispered aloud, before putting on the matching push-up bra that exhibited her breasts to their best advantage. Finally, she dressed in a pretty top and a long, fishtail skirt that emphasised both her curvaceous hips and the length of her legs & made her seem demure yet sexy all at once.

 

At the restaurant, she deliberately chose a light course, not wanting to feel uncomfortably full should they get down to some serious exercise later. She flirted with Greg who was enjoying the repartee and their conversation was laden with double entendres and sexual innuendo. As they shared a sorbet, she made a show of licking the long spoon provocatively and Greg leaned over and gripped her wrist. Then he looked straight in her eyes and said

            “I think we should skip coffee, don’t you? Or maybe we could have some at mine?”

She felt triumphant & aroused by this expression of desire from him: she had him where she wanted him….now he was all hers. A brief pretence at resistance was expected of course and she fluttered her lashes & acted slightly outraged at his suggestion.

            “Greg! Now what sort of girl do you take me for?”

            “What?” he countered mockingly, “I’ve only asked you in for coffee! Unless you’ve got designs on me?” at which she giggled and grabbed her bag, while he hurriedly paid the bill.

 

Leaving her car at the restaurant, she climbed into his Lexus, enjoying the sensation of the cool leather seats against her bare shoulders. She was very aroused and her nipples, jutting out from her sheer top, gave ample advertisement of this. She wondered if he would try to feel her as he drove, but Greg remained a model of good behaviour, concentrating on the road. Slightly disappointed that he had shown such restraint, she contented herself with fantasising about how he would pleasure her very soon, and she felt another trickle of wetness escape her pussy and dampen her panties.

 

Greg, beside her, could not help notice first her erect nipples and then her mounting frustration that he had not responded to the, during the journey. He smirked to himself, stupid bitch! – she was a real cock tease, probably thought she was going to have him licking her out for hours and then, he wouldn’t be surprised if she came over all virginal and didn’t want to put out for him. How wrong she was going to be. He had plans for her body that had absolutely nothing to do with her pleasure.

 

Chapter 2

 

As they pulled into his driveway, she marvelled at the large detached house. The closest neighbours were about two hundred yards away on the opposite side of the road, while Greg’s property was set right back and surrounded by thick trees to the left & right. He parked the Lexus and showed her to the door. Inside, a wide hallway was dominated by an ornate staircase with a reception room off to one side. He gestured for her to go in there while he made coffee….

            “How do you take it?” he asked as he went into the kitchen.

            “White no sugar, thanks” she called to his departing back.

The silly cow, he thought, she’ll take it however I choose to give it her once I get my hands on her.

 

 

As she sipped her coffee, Greg was planning what he would do to her. He couldn’t wait for her to see his ‘fun room’ as he called it. Of course, it wasn’t necessarily fun for the girls he’d had in there….  Just thinking about that made his cock start to harden and he decided to make his move. Gently he took the coffee from her hands and leaned over her, covering her mouth with a deep kiss.

            “I want you” he said simply, “I want to spend the night buried between your legs making you scream” (Well, it wasn’t a lie, after all!)

She blushed but her response was to lean toward him & kiss him as passionately as he had her.  He tugged at her top and she lifted her arms compliantly so he could slip it off. Then, before he could get to her skirt, she stood up and unzipped it, allowing it to fall to the floor. She stood before him, clad on in bra & panties & he admired the smooth, sensual curves. She glanced pointedly at his trousers, where his cock was straining, then smiled a knowing smile.

            “Upstairs” he said, taking her hand and guiding her toward the staircase. She walked ahead of him, enabling him to watch her buttocks jiggle as she mounted the stairs. The sheer lacy panties only half covered each buttock, disappearing into the crease of her arse and showing off two perfect crescents of white flesh. He couldn’t wait to begin the long process of welting them to a deep scarlet….

 

He guided her into a huge master bedroom, dominated by a king-size four poster bed.  She didn’t notice him lock the bedroom door, or hide the key, as she was busy admiring the luxurious room. To one side was a door, she assumed to an en-suite. Having perused the room, she went over to him & slipped his jacket off and went to kiss him again. To her surprise, he pushed her away.

            “No” he said curtly, “In this room, I am in charge. Stand at the foot of the bed facing it with your legs about 2 feet apart and spread your arms so you are holding a post on each side”

She wasn’t fazed by the change in his demeanour, in fact she was quite excited by his dominant attitude. She obediently did as he had told her and heard him slipping his clothes off.

            “Don’t turn around” he ordered, then she felt his naked body behind her, pressing himself against her. He roamed his hands down her body, while nuzzling her neck. She shivered with excitement. One of his hands caressed her inner thigh and then pulled her panties aside….she could barely breathe as his fingers spread her fleshy lips and probed inside her.

            “My! We are wet” he said softly, “Were you expecting a good hard fucking tonight?” She winced at the sudden crudeness but, just as she did, he thrust his fingers deep into her, making her cry out with pleasure.

            “Yes” she gasped, “I want you to…..to do… me good and hard”

            “Do?” he said, mockingly, “Why can’t you say fuck? That’s what you want, so say it!” and he thrust his two fingers deep into her again.

            “Say it!” he ordered, more roughly now. She could feel him trying to work another finger into her and she moaned at the extra sensation. He twisted the three fingers in her and then thrust upwards again, this time making her cry out.

            “I want you to ….fuck…..me” she gasped.

            “Good girl” he said, removing his fingers, which were coated with her wetness. “Now turn around and lick my fingers”. She turned with a shocked look on her face, but it was nothing to the shock that followed, when she realised he was holding a knife. Her legs almost buckled in terror.

            “Oh God, no! Please Greg, don’t cut me!” she babbled.

            “Stay standing and don’t let go of those posts” he ordered. “I’m not going to harm you….as long as you do everything I tell you.” Then he came right up to her and sliced the straps of her bra and then between the cups, so it fell, ruined, to the floor. Next, he grabbed a handful of the lace panties & dragged the knife through the fabric so they too fell in a tattered pile. She was shaking like a leaf, tears welling in her eyes which she kept tightly scrunched shut, afraid to see the man she had imagined would be her perfect lover, only a few hours ago.

            “Open your eyes” he said coolly. “Otherwise I shall be forced to punish you for disobedience” She opened her eyes but when she saw what he was now holding, she gave a moan of terror and promptly shut them again.

            “How DARE you disobey me!” he thundered. “You will pay for this now.” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the closed door. Pulling her inside, she opened her eyes to a new horror. Instead of an en-suite, she was in a fully equipped dungeon.

 

Chapter 3

 

“Now, you will learn your place, bitch” he said coldly and he lifted the item that had caused her so much terror: a thick leather collar with chains attached to wrist cuffs. He buckled it around her neck and then, pulling her wrists behind her back, he cuffed them, clipping the cuffs together. He adjusted the chains so there was very little play between neck and wrists, meaning she could not struggle. He pushed her towards a bench, of waist height, which he forced her to bend over. From the wall opposite, he selected a heavy leather strap. As he turned, she saw, for the first time, his rigid cock. How she had failed to notice it before, she couldn’t imagine for it was long and incredibly thick. She felt her muscles tense at the thought of that huge thing inside her. He saw her fear and came closer, till his cock was right up to her mouth.

            “Oh don’t worry, you’ll have your chance to feel this soon enough…..in every hole. I’m going to slam it into your cunt, jam it down your throat and ream your tight ass with it, be assured of that. Since you so obviously wanted my cock, I won’t disappoint you. But first…..a little punishment to remind you who’s in charge here….”

 

He went to stand behind her & before she could prepare herself, he had delivered a hefty stoke to her buttocks with the tawse. She shrieked in pain as a wave of heat spread across her backside.

            “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your pathetic cries. You will thank me for each stroke….’Thank You Sir’…..or else I shall start again. Twenty with the tawse and six of the cane I think.”

            “Ppppplease, no” she sobbed, “I can’t stand it……please….”

 

But he ignored her cries, lifting the strap again and bringing it down sharply on her cheeks. Yet again she cried out but this time remembered in time and managed a muffled ‘Thank You Sir’. He continued to beat her, her arse cheeks reddening quickly and after the first eight strokes, she no longer had the strength to scream, even though the pain was terrible. She had never been spanked, even as a child, let alone anything stronger, so the pain of the strapping was a huge hurdle for her. After twelve strokes, he stood back to admire her bottom. He felt it needed a little something else and so he went to his drawer and returned with a medium sized butt-plug. He stroked her fiery ass, making her wince in pain, then she felt him spread her ass cheeks. She clenched them in terror, assuming he was going to fuck her in there; the thought of that massive cock made her weak with fear. But he held her apart and she suddenly felt something smooth and firm, definitely not his cock, pressing against her hole.

            “I suggest you relax because this is going in and it will be much easier if you don’t fight it” he murmured, pushing the plug against her ring of muscle. He had lubed the plug and he worked the tip into her but it quickly widened out to about an inch and a half wide. She tried not to tense herself and to push her ring open, though it went against her natural instinct to do so. He continued to keep the steady pressure up and she felt herself stretching. It hurt; a stinging pain and then there was a ‘pop’ and it surged forward past her opening and instead there was a strange feeling of fullness. She had never taken anything anally before. A boyfriend had tried once but it had been so painful that she’d had to stop. The plug was now buried in her ass and he resumed his position to continue her beating.

           

WHACK! This time, with the plug in her ass, her cheeks were stretched in a different way and the pain of the blow was much more intense. She clenched them involuntarily at each blow which only made her more aware of the alien object in her anus. Desperately trying to remember to thank him for each stroke, she prayed he was almost at 20, though she had long since lost count. A few more lashes and then he announced that she had taken the full twenty. A wave of relief washed over her until she remembered he was now going to cane her.

 

He made her stand up and untied her wrists from behind her. This time he ordered her to bend over the back of a chair and he clipped each cuff to an eyebolt on the bottom of the legs.

            “I will give you only six” he said, “But they will be hard ones. You are NOT to try and stand up, else that stroke will not count, and you must ensure the plug stays in your arse the whole time. Do you understand?” She nodded mutely, absorbed only in the fear of what was about to happen.

 

He took his stance behind her and she heard the whistle of the cane through the air and then the crack as it connected with her already sore cheeks. She screamed. The pain went so deep it felt as though he had split the skin. Unable to help herself, she tried to pull herself upright, then immediately realised the error and bent down again praying he had not noticed.

            “You useless slut” he snarled. “That one doesn’t count then. Get ready for the next one….”

He followed with two agonising strokes, once straight after the other and she was screaming, begging him to stop. Why couldn’t anyone hear her? But she remembered how isolated the house was and knew that there was no way she’d be overheard. Her mind could not process anything beyond the pain of the caning and she gave in to the overwhelming agony as he delivered the final four strokes, harder than ever. The plug had begun to slip out and he noticed, jamming it back in roughly.

            “Failed again, stupid slut” he announced, “Two more strokes.” And he caned her raw buttocks twice more, splitting the skin on the tenderest spot. Tears were streaming down her face and she knew she no longer looked the sultry beauty she had when she came in….but he obviously enjoyed this look judging by how his hard-on was even more rigid. He unstrapped her and withdrew the plug, then ordered her to get on her knees. Next, he took a set of nipple clamps & attached them to her, first pulling & squeezing her nipples roughly until they were erect. She grimaced as the metal bit into them. Each clamp had a chain dangling from it. He explained to her that she was going to give him a blow job and if it wasn’t good enough, he’d pull on the chains until she did it properly. Then he offered up his huge cock to her mouth.

 

She knew that to refuse or even to show reluctance might earn her even more painful punishment, so she opened her lips. His girth was such that it made her jaw hurt to fit around him. He held her by the hair in one hand and the tit chains in the other & began to push deeper into her mouth. She tried to concentrate on sucking him and sweeping her tongue around his shaft; judging by his grunts, he was enjoying it so far and she felt relieved that she had managed to do something right. But then he began to thrust deeper and she started to gag. He yanked her head back, pulling her hair roughly & she yelped. This earned a sharp tug on her nipple chains & brought tears to her eyes. He started to fuck her mouth more roughly. Desperate to avoid more tit torture, she tried to suck him expertly. She tentatively moved one hand up to massage his balls & was rewarded with a groan of appreciation. It was taking all her concentration not to gag, to keep her sucking rhythm and to not fall back onto her heels, as her burning buttocks were so sore that she couldn’t bear to rest back on them.

 

He was becoming breathless now & she guessed he was close to cumming. He pounded her face harder – with her head tilted back he could deep throat her and she could feel his balls against her chin.

            “Yeah, that’s it bitch, keep sucking. I want you to swallow my load, every last drop.” He wrapped his fingers into her hair and tugged at it painfully while he rammed her mouth, then she felt him stiffen & groan and realised he was spurting down her throat. But, realising she could not possibly fail to swallow from that position, he pulled back and showered her tongue with his salty cum. She fought to contain it all in her mouth but his load was so thick that a dribble escaped the corner of her mouth. Frantically she tried to lick it back while he was still engrossed in his orgasm, but he was shuddering to a halt. His erection beginning to deflate, he pulled his spent cock from her mouth and yanked her upright by the hair to survey her face. The shiny cum trail was evidence of her failure and she hung her head in shame. He squeezed her cheeks and snarled into her face

            “You really are fucking useless aren’t you? My cum not good enough for your Princess-mouth, huh bitch?  He pulled her nipple chains upwards and demanded she hold them in her mouth, which, given the length of the chains, was very painful, dragging her nipples awkwardly.

            “Over here” he barked, gesturing to a gyno-bench, “And don’t you let those chains drop….. Lie on the bench on your back.” He walked to the far corner of the room and she couldn’t see what he was doing. Frantically, she eyed the door and decided to make a run for it. With luck she might get to that nearby house for help, or at least be able to get outside and scream until someone heard. The dungeon door opened silently and she raced across the thickly carpeted bedroom only to find the main door locked. Hysteria bubbled up in her and she tugged at the door as if hoping it would magically undo. From across the room she heard his cool tones:

            “You don’t think I’d make it that easy do you? If you did, then you’re even more stupid than I first imagined you were. But because you still aren’t learning, despite all the punishment then I guess I’ll have to rack things up a notch until you get the message.” He darted across to her, as she cowered against the door, sobbing. He grabbed her hair again and held it tight while he slapped her viciously across the face, three hard slaps:

             “You are going to learn….Cause” (Slap) “And…” (Slap) “Effect” (Slap). Gripping the two nipples chains together in one hand, he jerked them outwards, until her nipples stood out almost an inch long. Then he began slapping the sides of her breasts. If she cried out, which she invariably did, he would pause to slap her face & then change hands to punish the other breast. He kept this up for several minutes, until her breasts were horribly tender and sore. Finally, his fury spent, he decided to instil yet more fear by warning her of her next ordeal.

            “Hey, stupid slut. Time to have that pretty little asshole of yours stretched. Think you can handle it?” Hearing her moan of terror was the perfect stiffener for his cock, which immediately began to twitch back to life. He pushed her down onto all fours and knelt behind her. Desperately she tried to scramble away from him but he reached round and yanked on one of the nipple chains still swinging from her breast. She shrieked in pain. Her head was up against the side of the bed and she could no longer move any further forward. Keeping one hand on the nipple chain, he used the other to part her ass cheeks.

            “I would have been kind and lubed you up for this” he snarled, “but since you like to make it so difficult for yourself, I guess you’ve won yourself a dry-fuck instead.”

            “Oh God, no….please” she wept, feeling his thick cock-head already at her ring. She fought against him, trying to move her hips aside. He let go of the nipple chain and grabbed her ass with both hands, digging his fingers into the still raw welts on her cheeks as he yanked them apart.  At this point she knew that resistance was futile & resigned herself to being anally raped. She closed her eyes and her fingers clutched at the overhanging bedcover while the thick cock forced against her tight rosebud. Holding her cheeks wide, he kept a fierce pressure at her arsehole which translated into a burning pain as it stretched around his massive girth. It felt as though she were being torn in two and she cried out constantly, begging him to stop. Suddenly she felt an almighty tearing and his cock thrust forward. It was in! He throbbed with excitement at hearing her scream of pain and without a moment’s hesitation began to pound in and out, driving his full length in & out of her torn and bloodied anus. She was delirious with the pain and had, by now, balled the bedcover into her mouth to bite on. He was grunting now, absorbed in the sensations of her tightness around his cock. His thrusts grew even more forceful and she felt light headed from the unbearable pain. Just as he began to spurt his load into her channel she collapsed onto her belly, passed out. Furious that she had ‘outwitted’ him, he unloaded his cum into her ass, then dragged her unconscious body back into the dungeon where he arranged her ready for her next torment, before leaving her there while he went to make a quick phone call.

 

Chapter 4

 

When she came to, the first conscious thought was the fiery pain down below. Her ass hurt both inside and out. Her next was the realisation that she was still captive and this time, was tied on her back, legs spread on the inverted ‘Y’ shape gyno-table. Unable to lift her head, she could feel something inside her vagina and something else pinching her pussy lips. She trembled with fear as to what the sadistic bastard had in store for her next. Minutes seemed like hours before she heard the door behind her opening and she steeled herself for the next bout of agonising suffering.

 

To her shock, when he came into view, he had with him a second man. Greg was now clothed in a bathrobe while the other man was topless but wore jockey shorts. He was at least 6’4” and very muscular. In comparison, Greg’s athletic physique now seemed slight. Greg introduced him to her, as if they were meeting at a cocktail party

            “My dear, may I introduce you to Vince. He has expressed an interest in sharing your charms and, as I have many more plans for you before this date is over, I thought I’d take advantage of a helper, in return for letting him indulge some of his more….exotic fantasies. “

 

Vince leaned over and smiled into her face. In other circumstances, she might have found him attractive but she saw a cruel glint in his eye and knew he would prove every bit as vicious as Greg. As if reading her mind, Vince grabbed a nipple and twisted it, all the while staring into her eyes, enjoying her gasp of pain. Greg continued talking in his calm, unemotional voice:

            “You may have felt something in your cunt and been wondering what it is…..Vince, pass me that mirror would you?” His companion handed a large mirror which Greg placed between her legs, angled so she could see. At first she couldn’t make out what the tangle of wires meant, then it dawned on her: she had electro-pads taped to her fleshy cunt-lips. Greg thoughtfully elaborated:

            “Inside your twat, is a metal electrode. Vince here is going to be in charge of delivering the current. It is an art, finding the perfect setting but when it happens, I am told it feels as though you are being fucked by a monster cock. I think you will agree that this pain will be unlike anything you have known so far.”

 

Her eyes were bulging in fear and she began to babble incoherently, a stream of ‘pleases’ and ‘noes’ as she wriggled violently against the taut restraints.

            “Now, now” laughed Greg, “So that is what Vince will be occupying himself with, but I, will be concentrating on delivering your punishment for fainting on me. Though I expect we’ll both be busy at the same time!”  He held up a riding crop.

            “Let’s see how your tits and clit like a nice whipping shall we?”

Vince leaned toward Greg & said something she couldn’t hear. Greg shook his head but the other man seemed insistent. After a few moments discussion, Greg went to his chest in the corner and returned with a leather contraption.

            “My preference would be to hear your screams” he explained, “but Vince would prefer to have you gagged. He finds it an annoying distraction when his victims scream. I suppose I’ll still be able to hear something in spite of this……so, open wide…..” He shoved the ball-gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. Then, after making sure her leg & wrist restraints were secure, he stood between her legs, inside the ‘Y’ of the bench. The first swipe of the crop caught the tip of the nipple which Vince had pinched erect earlier and she bucked. A second swat directly across her breast left a vivid pink mark. Greg worked quickly, delivering a succession of stripes to each breast, alternating between nipple and tissue until both tits were a criss-cross of red lines and the nipples inflamed and scarlet. At this point, all her focus was on the pain above her waist so when Vince delivered the first shock to her pussy, she screamed at the sudden change of pain-focus. Even through the ball-gag, her cries were audible to the men who both sported raging erections. Vince shocked her cunt twice more, with increasing intensity – it felt like she was being punched in the pussy and she would twitch violently each time. The electro-pads on her lips also received a shock that felt like someone was undoing a zipper on them….

 

Greg stood back to watch her twitching pussy, allowing Vince to experiment with various currents to find the best one. He twiddled the dials on the control panel and soon discovered a setting that elicited an animal grunting from her – he set it to pulse so that the sensation resembled a vigorous ramming. The internal electrodes worked in two ways – one set imitated the feeling of a deep thrust, but the second set worked on causing her cunt walls to contract tightly, the effect being to replicate a really rough stuffing.

            “Lets move those pads so they touch her clit” suggested Greg, “it’ll take it to a new height that way.” Vince paused from the control box briefly while the two men readjusted the electrodes so they sat either side of her clit, just touching the edges of her bud.

            “OK buddy” said Greg, grinning. Vince twisted the knobs again and this time she shrieked louder than ever, muffled though it was by the rubber gag. Greg’s robe flapped open exposing his cock standing stiffly to attention. Vince, meanwhile was bulging out of his shorts, his cock every bit at large as Greg’s, in fact, even longer.

 

Her nails were digging into her palms as she rode wave after wave of pain. Yet there was also an undeniable effect occurring in her pussy…..the repetitive pulses inside, coupled with the stimulation of her clit, was making her juices flow. Even though she wanted to escape this hideous ordeal, her body was betraying her. Greg was the first to notice the trickle of cunt juice as it dribbled from her and ran between her ass cheeks.

            “Hey look, seems our Fuck Toy is getting turned on. Hey bitch, you’re not here for your pleasure, you’re here for ours.” He grabbed the crop again and swiped her directly on the clit, causing her to cry out again.

            “Turn it up Vince” he ordered. His friend zapped her with a succession of the hardest shocks so far, making her scream so hard her eyes bulged and a stream of drool escaped the edges of the gag. At the same time, Greg whipped her inner thighs, clit and pussy lips until her pussy was a swollen mess. Delirious from the agony, she was nevertheless teetering on the edge of a tremendous orgasm and both men marvelled at how her body bucked and the torrent of cum gushed from her when she could no longer disobey her body’s responses.

 

Watching her cum like this, the men knew they had to unload in her damn sharpish. Greg first removed the ball gag then unbuckled her legs and climbed on top of her, facing her legs. He pulled her legs back so her ass was more accessible to Vince. Holding her legs, Greg sat back onto her face and told her to lick his balls and asshole. He took the control box from Vince and rested it on her belly. Setting the electro-stim to a continuous pulse, though much lower than it had previously been, he urged his friend to enter her.

            “Go on buddy, fuck her in the ass. I had her cherry earlier but it’ll still be good and tight for you.” And he pulled her knees back so her ring was fully exposed to his friend’s cock.

 

She moaned in pain as once again a huge member assaulted her anus. It was no easier than before gaining entry, though she tried to push herself wider to him. The already torn muscle began to bleed again as he ripped into her. Unable to cope with the task of rimming Greg while this alien meat was reaming her, she halted to bellow in pain. Greg ordered his friend to take over holding her legs back and he viciously pinched her clit, making her squeal.

            “You get your tongue round my asshole and my balls or God help you bitch, I’ll let Vince here take you home to his farmyard and you can have a fucking horse up your worthless twat….”

Here eyes widened in horror at the mere suggestion of such hell and though she guessed Greg was just trying to frighten her, she didn’t dare risk finding out otherwise and so forced herself to apply her tongue to his anus with renewed vigour. Greg meanwhile began to finger her bruised and swollen pussy, spreading the lips wide enough that Vince could see the metal probe buried deep inside her. Vince was thrusting hard into her arse and was clearly close to exploding; he was grunting as he reamed her and seemed almost oblivious to anything else around him now.

            “Let me help you buddy” said Greg, turning the e-stim up a notch. The sudden burst of current to her pussy was immediately felt through the thin wall and Vince’s cock began to jerk as he shot his load deep into her arse.

 

Exhausted, he withdrew from her and leaned against the table grinning.

            “Fuck mate, that was the best ever!” he pronounced. “I’d better get home now, but if you’ve still got her tomorrow, I might come back for another go.”

            “Sure thing mate” replied Greg, “I was thinking we could get some of the other guys over too?”

Through a haze of pain and soreness, she still registered the possibility of even worse and prayed for a means of escape. Greg meanwhile, seemed to have lost interest in her and showed Vince to the door, leaving her completely alone. Still bound and exposed, she wept at her impossible predicament. When would it ever end?

Chapter 5

 

Still tied down, with a strap around her waist and her wrists securely buckled to the table, though her legs remained free, all she could do was uncurl her legs to lie flat. Her arse was almost numb from the vicious fucking it had received but she could still feel his cum dribbling from the hole, or maybe it was blood. She was too exhausted and sore to care anymore. Tears of self pity welled up in her as she had no option to await Greg’s return and whatever he had planned for her next torment. She couldn’t imagine how anything could be worse than the anal assaults…at least she wasn’t a virgin, so her pussy was used to being fucked, although not usually as roughly as Greg seemed to like. She realised the electrodes were still attached to her shaved quim , with the probe still buried inside her. Her face flooded with shame as she recalled how violently she had squirted when the massive orgasm had overtaken her. Did this mean she enjoyed the pain? Surely not….she had fought against the two brutes as hard as she could all the way through. Yet, remembering the spasms of pleasure that had wracked her violated body, she admitted to herself that maybe there had been a tiny part of her that had enjoyed being used in these depraved ways. The thought left her feeling confused and shameful & she tried to push it out of her mind. Instead, she became aware of a raging thirst that made her throat almost as sore as her arse.

 

Just then, Greg entered the room, dressed and carrying a tray on which there was a large jug of water, a cup and a bowl. He smiled at her kindly, as if the previous hours of hell had never happened and she felt even more confused. Greg busied himself, first removing the electrical equipment from her crack, then untying her restraints and helping her up to a sitting position.

            “Thank you” she croaked. Her voice was hoarse; from thirst, from all the screaming and from having a huge cock rammed down it. He poured her a glass of water and held it to her lips, almost tenderly. Gently, he stroked her matted hair back from her face and taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped her streaked mascara from around her eyes.

            “Good girl, good girl” he crooned, and she found herself clinging to his chest, burying her head in his shoulders like a real lover. He stroked her breasts, stopping to release the clamps from them as if surprised to find them still there. The fiery pain as the blood supply returned to them made her whimper again but instead of the cruel response she had come to expect, he bent to kiss them and lick each one with the utmost tenderness.

            “Greg?” she found herself whispering his name almost reverently, “Greg, I want to please you now. I have learned my place is only to serve you.” Her voice was heavy with emotion and she appeared docile and submissive.

            “You’re a very good girl then” answered Greg, laying her gently back down on the table, “I shan’t need to restrain you as heavily then for our next adventure. You see, my darling, I want to stretch that gorgeous cunt of yours and get my fist right up it.” And he smiled almost lovingly at her as she inhaled sharply at his words, which struck a new bout of fear into her.

            “B….b….but….that will hurt” she exclaimed “It’ll never fit. I can’t! I can’t. Please Greg, anything but that….” Her pleading cut no ice as he calmly continued…

            “….Yes, my dear. It will hurt. But it will fit. And you’ll be surprised at how hard you may cum when you finally get stretched enough to take it all. I believe that you may actually thank me by the time it’s over.”

 

He buckled the waist strap around her again and rearranged her legs, this time raised in stirrups and spread wide. As he worked, he carried on explaining to her;

            “I know it sounds impossible but the key to accepting a fisting is to make your body relax. The more you fight it, the more tense your pussy will be and the more damage it will do to you. Make no mistake, my fist is going in, whether you fight it or accept it. But for your sake, I suggest you go with it and not against it.”

 

Finally she was arranged to his satisfaction and he went off to the bedroom, returning with a video camera on a tripod. He set it up and then he pressed a button on the side of the bench and from the ceiling above where she lay a flat screen TV emerged from a hidden recess.

            “If you look up, you will be able to watch my progress if feeling it is not enough for you” he smirked. He fiddled with the camera to ensure it was at the correct angle for his work and she watched her very own cunt being spread on the monitor above her. She was shocked at how purple and swollen her lips and clit still were. Because of the swelling, her slit was difficult to expose and she felt panic rising in her. Greg pulled up a seat so that he was in the perfect position to begin and then, dipping his hand into the mysterious bowl he had brought in earlier, he coated his hand, wrist and arm with what she now realised was lube. With his other hand, he smeared some liberally around her pussy and then, pausing only to press ‘record’ on the video, he began his task.

 

To begin with, he held her lips apart with thumb & finger of one hand while he slipped just two well-lubed fingers inside her. He twisted them around inside her, massaging her spongy walls and flexing his fingers to widen the tight channel. She stared transfixed at the screen, unable to connect the picture above her head with the sensations she was feeling below her waist. On-screen, she could see him manouvering a third finger into her & felt him repeating the process of enlarging her. As yet, it had not been anything other than slightly uncomfortable, and that only because her pussy was still sore from its earlier electrical pounding. In fact, as his persistent fingers pressed on her front wall, she felt a surge of wetness which she soon saw emerging from her cunt and running down his wrist. She looked at his face, half expecting him to be as angry as her earlier response had made him, but he too looked surprised and pleased this time. He caught her eye;

            “Easy….so far. But it gets tougher now. Time to see if you really do know how to obey and thus please me…..” He curled his fingers around to allow the fourth to penetrate her, then tucked his thumb in too and began to push forward. The sudden increase in width formed a mental and physical barrier and she felt her cunt clench to try and stop him. He inhaled sharply at the strength of her muscles around his hand and attempted to flex his fingers within her. This was extremely painful for her now her pussy seemed to have gone into lockdown.

            “I told you to relax” he hissed, “now fucking DO it!” And he twisted his fingers inside her causing her to cry out, begging him to stop pushing for a moment. He relented briefly and just maintained his hand in its position, neither pushing further nor withdrawing while she breathed deeply trying to will herself to relax. She did not dare look up at the screen as the sight of his hand disappearing up her twat would scare her so much she might clam up completely. Instead, she closed her eyes & tried to visualise her pussy as an opening flower. Greg immediately felt a loosening around his hand and increased his push against the tight muscles. Lost in her own private world, she moaned and grunted like a primitive creature while the widest part of his hand stretched her cunt to its absolute limit. Getting his knuckles past her pelvic bone was a slow and painful ordeal for her, but Greg never relented in his pressure and, as she stretched around his invading hand, enveloping him completely, she heard an unearthly cry which she realised had escaped from her. Opening her eyes, she looked at the screen and saw his entire hand deep within her pussy. The burning pain was still there but she felt a sense of amazing achievement.

            “And now,” he declared, “it is time to make a fist. Scream for me baby!”  And with that, he balled his hand into a fist inside her, the sudden and immense change of diameter causing a burst of agony that ensured she threw back her head and shrieked as he impaled her. Without resting, he began to thrust up then draw back, tearing and bruising her tender cunt. Because she had been lulled into a false sense of security by Greg’s feigned tenderness previously, his return to brutality seemed like a double betrayal and she wept at her foolishness for trusting him. On and on, he fisted her roughly as she struggled to escape his pounding hand. Then, just when she felt as though she could bear no more, Greg leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her protruding clit, which had been forced out by the pressure from within. She jerked as though electrified. He resumed his thrusting but this time interspersed it with sucking on her engorged clit and she felt as though she was wavering between a world of pain and a world of ecstasy. Unable to contain herself, she felt her cunt start to spasm around his wrist and she threw back her head as the most powerful orgasm she had ever known wracked her tortured body.  Greg felt his hand gripped so hard by her strong muscles that it almost made him numb but he made sure that even in the throes of her orgasm he delivered her an accompanying pain: As she toppled over into the abyss of pleasure, he clipped a clothes peg onto her clit whilst at the same time, he flexed his buried hand open then balled it back again before twisting it ninety degrees inside her, scraping his knuckles around her cunt. But instead of eliciting an agonised scream as he had expected, it only appeared to make her cum harder, in a second wave of spasms.

 

As the waves subsided, her bucking body, drenched with sweat, collapsed back on the table, shuddering with the aftershocks. He pulled his fist out, without tenderness and she became aware once again of the battering her poor body had undergone. A thick torrent of sticky cunt juice flooded out after his hand and she flushed with shame once more at her own epravity for enjoying such an act of brutality. Greg, in the meantime, was achingly aware of his stiff cock and the need to release yet another load of his cum.

 

He tried to decide how he would best enjoy achieving this when, noticing the glazed yet aroused look in her eyes, he realised the silly bitch actually felt grateful for her cunt-stretching. Disgusted at the wanton whore’s facility for pleasure, he wanted to degrade her as much as he could and so, he untied her and ordered her to her knees, hands behind her head in an upright stance. She was desperately aching and sore now, the peg on her clit was incredibly painful now her orgasm had subsided. Yet, fearful of another beating, she obeyed him, awaiting whatever mode of pain he chose to next inflict. His first action was to insert a mouth hook, which pulled the corners painfully and was tightened behind her head. Next, he rummaged in a box briefly then returned with another handful of clothes pegs, which he attached all over her breasts and pussy lips.  Ordering her to kneel with her legs wide, his final attachment was a pair of weighted clips to the longest part of her fleshy lips, which dragged them still lower. Then, he took a thick red marker pen and wrote all over her body: “Whore”, “Cumslut”, “Piss on me” and, on her back, an arrow pointing to her anus with the words “Fuck me hard here”.

            “This is for the lads tomorrow” he explained. “In case you missed our conversation earlier, Vince & I are bringing a few buddies to party tomorrow, and use your whore’s body in any way they wish.”  “There should be eight to ten of them” he added casually, “so you can look forward to some double or even triple penetrations and I know Vince is yearning to demonstrate his party trick on you.” He leaned closer and stared directly into her eyes.

            “He wants to fist your arse next. I don’t know if you noticed the size of his hands………” Her eyes widened in terror but, like before, she was now too parched to speak beyond a strangled gasp.

            “I think a little DP practice might stand you in good stead eh?” he suggested, fetching a dildo and a large buttplug from a wall rack. Sliding the dildo up her pussy, he then worked the plug into her anus, which was too battered to resist, although the pain was every bit as tough to bear as before. Next, he went to a corner fridge where, from a small freezer compartment, he removed an ice popsicle on a stick. Ordering her to remain upright and not flinch or betray her stance, he held the ice bar against her tautly stretched perineum. For a moment, the cold was a welcome relief to the bruised region, but seconds later, it spread across the skin like a thousand knives cutting her.

            “If you flinch, then tomorrow will be an unimaginable hell for you” Greg warned her. “I may be able to call Vince off his course of action or at least provide you with some gas & air to get you through it…..but fail me in this simple request and I don’t see why I should put myself out for you…..”

She forced herself to hold still, biting her lip so hard it drew blood. After several minutes of the ice compression, her nether regions became mercifully numb. Greg removed the ice pack and directed her gaze to the far wall. Pressing another button on a remote control, the wall slid back to reveal a 42 inch plasma screen. He pressed play and the video of her first fisting was replayed in giant and glorious technicolour. Greg began to stroke himself as he watched his own brutality relived and heard the animal grunting he had elicited from her. Soon he was wanking hard, enlivened by glances at her humiliated and degraded body and the expression of shame on her face as she watched her own submission to orgasm. It was enough to tip him over and he began to cum heavily once more, spraying it randomly over her body and face.

 

Her spirit seemed completely subjugated now. She no longer cried but exhibited a weary acceptance of whatever Greg wanted to do to her. When he added a stream of piss to her drenched body, allowing some to hit her face and run into her mouth, she exhibited only the briefest expression of disgust before her eyes glazed over once more.

 

Spent, Greg regarded his captive’s exhausted form with detachment. His own enjoyment of her had been immense, though it had not been the first time he had used a woman in this manner. He only hoped that she was not completely broken in spirit, as he wanted to ensure he hosted an unforgettable gang-fuck the next day and he wanted her still fighting & resistant: the boys would be less-than-impressed if she was merely a compliant, fucked-out set of cum-holes. He decided he would devise some exotic mental torture before they arrived, to heighten her anticipation, hopeful that a night’s rest would aid her physical recovery.

 

He unlocked the dungeon door and walked away, leaving her like a discarded toy, which indeed she was. As he departed he called back;

            “Have a bath, clean yourself up. You won’t be able to get the pen off I’m afraid, but at least you can get the cum and piss off. Feel free to sleep in the double bed.” And with that, he was gone, locking the bedroom door behind him.

 

Chapter 6

 

At first, she could not take in that she was unrestrained and alone, and she remained in her kneeling spread for a few moments. Then the relief washed over her, quickly followed by a surge of emotion that she had survived. She started to remove the myriad of clothes pegs from her body, which prompted howls of pain as the blood supply flooded back to each area. Eventually she was free and became aware of her own stink. Checking the bedroom, she found a second door which led to a large marble bathroom. Cleaning herself up was, however, second on her list of priorities. More than anything, she needed to escape. Far from not absorbing Greg’s plans for her, she was only too aware of what the next day might bring and knew she had to find a way out of this hell-hole.

 

She exited to the main bedroom again and tried the window. It was locked securely and was a double glazed unit which looked as if it would be hard to break. The dungeon, she already knew, had no windows at all, so she returned to the bathroom. Here, she was pleased to find, the window was a single glazed unit though the frosted glass meant she could not tell what was below. She perused the room for anything with which she could break the glass, her eyes resting on the heavy bathroom scales. Elated, she rushed back into the dungeon and rifled the drawers until she found several lengths of rope and a long, strong chain. She knotted the ropes together and tied them around the metal claw-foot of the bath, then tied the other end through the first link of chain.

 

Realising that the breaking glass would almost certainly alert Greg, she pushed a chair and a chest of drawers in front of the bedroom door to delay his getting to her.

Ready at last, she hefted the scales at the bathroom window with all her might. The crash seemed deafening but the pane shattered outwards leaving a large hole. Hurriedly she pushed out the rest of the glass and threw the chain out. Climbing over the sill, she wished she wasn’t naked but comforted herself that no-one would have any trouble believing she had been raped, from the words scrawled all over her. She slid down the chain, the metal burning her skin as she slithered down it. Finally at the bottom, she ran around the house, exulted at finding no heavy gate to scale.

 

It was about seven in the morning she guessed; dawn had long since broken but there was little traffic noise in the distance which suggested the working world had not yet departed. Nevertheless she hoped the occupants of the nearest house would be up but still at home. In her nakedness, she scurried across Greg’s front lawn towards the farmhouse some 200 yards further up across the road.

 

From his window, Greg watched, unperturbed. He had no fear that police would discover anything if they came to his house. At the same time that she reached the farmhouse door, he turned away from the window.

 

Her frantic battering at the door brought a quick response. A slight, wiry woman of about thirty opened the door and appeared shocked at the sight of the naked, graffiti’ed, bedraggled and pungent girl who stumbled across the threshold babbling incoherently about being raped by a beast and begging her to call the police.

 

The woman helped her to a chair and brought her a glass of water and a dressing gown to cover herself with. Finally safe, she gave rein to her emotions and sobbed as she relived the details of her ordeal to the silent woman, who kept glancing at the door nervously. Suddenly becoming aware of her hostess’ discomfort she looked around at the kitchen door. Heavy approaching footsteps brought a fresh wave of fear….Greg? Had he come to recover his ‘property’? The thin woman visibly cowered and stuttered…

            “M…my husband. He doesn’t like visitors disturbing us.”

Just then the door flew open and a man’s voice answered

            “On the contrary dear. I adore having an unexpected guest. I expect she’s come to see around our farmyard. Shall we show her, dear?”

 

It was Vince.