Hey guys. Things got really complicated this time and this chapter almost didn't make it. But it is here. It should be bigger, longer, but I decided to post it before it took an even longer time to post and ended up never doing so.
I expect it attends your expectations. I'm also not promising anything related to a date for the next chapter because, now, I'm thinking about releasing it as soon as possible, but Dude bangs sexy teenie smalltits and hardcore know it doesn't work like that.
I hope this one is not the last. Here goes some considerations: - As I said too many times before, even if it has good conventional sex scenes, this series is meant to get darker as it goes. - I'm not an English speaker and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I have no one to proof-read for me in time to post, cause I'm really busy and the only time I have I write and I post, so, sorry for any mistake or error.
- All the characters follow the stipulated by the site in what regards to character's age. ***WARNING*** What follows is a fictional story which has focus on slavery and rape, but not made to offend anyone. If you feel offended by kidnapping, raping, humiliation or torture of any kind, please, quit reading. Cheers, A2O *** Chapter IX It was inebriating, the way I felt.
It felt like I was some sort of god. I had her. The piercing pain that she was now feeling, in a so, so sensitive place, it broke her. I could ask her to do anything in exchange of taking that thick needle out of her poor nipple.
It was supposed to make me happy, fulfilled. Happy? Yes. Fulfilled? I wasn't. Why wasn't I!? I could keep that going for hours if I wanted, I could do anything I wanted, not having to get her ready for anything!
I didn't care about her! She wasn't Erika! I could pierce her other nipple the same way, straight through it and inside her breast; also I could put them to use, wire them, and electrocute her. It would be a hell of a show, as should be anything I had planned next. Stretch her holes with my fists or making her sit in something larger, stick nettle leafs inside of her, burn her with wax, fill her with cold water.
The list was endless and, still, I wasn't totally fulfilled. Why? I inhaled deeply, savoring what I heard, what I saw, her eyes fixed on the other needle I had in my hand. I watched her intently as something felt wrong, out of place. She had to be looking at me. I should be the target of her fear, I should be her everything, not just the man abusing her, torturing her. Why? I never needed something like that before! Women were means to an end!
I should extract pleasure from them, discard them! Not even befriending Gabrielle, the most capable and complete woman I had ever known had changed that! So a pair of expecting, frightened bright and grayish blue eyes came to mind and the answer was right there: Erika. It infuriated me, the thought that I had let that little immigrant change me somehow… I couldn't even punish her for that. I couldn't punish ERIKA for that. I stepped forward, Candy cringed even more, screaming her guts out.
"Noooooo! Noooo please nooooo! I'll not say a-anything again! I promise!" And she just got louder when I grabbed her left breast and pointed the needle horizontally at the top of her nipple. "NOOOOOO! HAVE M-MERCY! DON'T DO IT! DOOOON'T!" It didn't stop me of stunning french exchange student puts takes a study break and just like the first, the second needle came in, like I was piercing a big and soft pin cushion, with a damn big needle.
"IAAAAAAAAAAAARG! AHHHHHHHHHH!" She just screamed and screamed as I slowly pushed the needle in, first inch, than the second. "HUUUUUUUUNNNGH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She trembled all over, her eyes terrified, looking down to that piece of steel sticking out of her. It was a shame she couldn't see the other thin line of blood rolling down the beautiful skin of her breast. "This." I said taking a step back and releasing her breast. "This is what you mean to me, something to play with.
You want peace? You will have to earn it." She kept looking down, breathless, letting her weight fall on her stretched arms, hanging. Her slender legs shaking and forced apart by the spreader bar cuffed to her ankles, her toes barely touching the floor. "You will zoe britton enjoys a nice masturbating session to look at me when I talk to you." I said stepping forward again and she startled, what was beautiful to watch.
Candy gasped and her pierced breasts bounced, the two needles swinging in the air and she trembled so hard I thought she would convulse. "N-No. Wait! W-Wait!" She managed to beg as I leaned slightly forward. I went for her reddened pussy, punished by my whip less than fifteen minutes ago, and I forced two of my fingers in, pushing them up with so much strength that her toes weren't touching the ground anymore, and I started finger fucking her.
Brutally. "GUAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OHHH! AAA-AAAA-AAAAAAAAAHHHH". "You have to look! At! Me!" I said punctuating the words with harsher thrusts and she looked me deep in the eyes, like she was finally getting sucked into my world, seeing the devil in me for the first time. She was just shocked, widen baby blue eyes and tears. "I'm the one who is torturing you, not the needles, not my whip, not my fingers! It's me! Here!" I yelled pointing to my dark green eyes with my fingers who weren't busy assaulting her insides.
Candy trembled, and I felt it. Her hips tilted up by my fingers, hooked inside of her, forcing against the upper wall of her pussy, they slipped roughly in and out of her, but it wasn't nice sweetie is geeting peed on and ejaculates wet twat. Not stopping the movement, I managed to force a third one in. Not contracting them together, I kept them parallel, horizontal, forcing her to stretch sideways.
"GWAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA…" The yelp she gave me at first was beautiful but, as the ravaging went on, it lost its sound. She lost it. Her mouth kept open in an mute "O", dribble and tears soaking her pretty but distorted face, her eyes locked in mine for some instants until they rolled back and the only thing I could hear from her were her sharp and uneven breath and some guttural noises.
Until she started to quiver inside. Suddenly Candy became an spectacle. Her head fell, rocking like the rest of her body following the rhythm of my merciless thrusts, but her legs started to shake terribly as she was reaching the most improbable orgasm yet.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Taking the chance of seeing that amazing scene coming to life, I gave up forcing my fingers so fiercely in and focused on pushing them up against her g-spot and gaining speed. It worked like magic. The girl started to have spasms, her insides were getting more and more wet and her breath was getting faster and faster.
At that rate she would faint soon, I just hoped that she would come before that happened. Five seconds later, I had my hand and forearm bathed by her, while she gave me a painful and sharp cry. She was squirting! Candy was orgasming and squirting, while having her body hung in heidi mayne titty fucks and strokes cock terrible position, her beautiful breasts pierced deeply and my fingers ravaging her poor pussy, supporting all her weight in that single spot.
Incredulity should be all over my masked face! I kept my fingers moving and, after each thrust, a little more of her juices spilled from her entrance while the girl howled indiscernible things at me. I kept it going for as long as I could and only stopped when her voice fled again and I noticed she was becoming numb, loosing conscience.
I quickly took my fingers out of her and, stepping forward, I took her in one arm, passing it under her butt and supporting her, as my other hand went for her nape. I lifted her face and I spoke to her closely. "Breathe. I need you to breathe. Slowly now." I tried, but she was still fighting her orgasm, her breathing was erratic, faulting dangerously while her face became paler by the time. I slapped her face, tried to bring her back, not to keep the torture but to be sure she wouldn't die.
She was still trembling all over and spasming, but she couldn't breathe. "Candy! Candy, breathe for me and I'll take those needles out of you, come on!" Now my heart was racing. I was terrified of losing her but, differently from when something similar happened to Erika, I loved that. Candy had stepped up from being just another toy to something really interesting. "Come on!" I took her by the chin and forced her lost eyes to focus on mine.
It was exciting to see some red marks mixed with her juices on my fingers. I started to breathe out loud, slowly, my nose touching hers.
Little by little those baby blue orbs came back to life and she started reacting, slowly recovering her ability to breathe.
I gave her some time, kept her close but not so much so my chest wouldn't force the needles deeper inside her breasts. When her breath started to sound a little more confident, I let go of her face and started massaging her back, while her head fell softly over my shoulder.
Being a man of my word, I subtly ran my hand from her back to her front and, without notice; I took out the needle of her left breast. Drops of blood marked the wooden floor. She let out a high pitched gasp and then she fell in a sorrowful whimper, not removing her head from my shoulder. Apart from the way she cringed when I took the needle out, her body was absolutely limp. "Do you want to take the other needle out by yourself?" I asked, and she slightly shook her head.
"Ok, be ready then." I reached for the other needle and, differently from what I thought, she didn't cringe in advance nor showed any sign of reaction, other from the loud wail when I pulled it out. At that moment I didn't regret at all spending all that money buying that girl. Holding her tightly now, I unbuckled her wrists and carried her to the torture table, sunny leone and many boys fuck to unfasten the spreader bar on her ankles and soon I was just savoring the moment, the view.
Her messy blonde hair, her relaxed but clearly exhausted face, while she breathed deeply from her mouth and her chest heaved. Her breasts had one or two thin blood lines below her nipples, which didn't even seemed to be pierced full sex stories xxxii hot story com deeply now.
Now I was fulfilled. I couldn't believe how things could change so much in one's head in such a short period of time. Now I was absorbed in how happy I was at that moment. I had broken her, I was sure about it. Some minutes ago I'd be really pissed about it, because I loved the fight, I wanted her to fight and scream every time I punished her, but I knew deep in my mind that I had broken her.
If not completely, at least partially. It was obvious by the way she kept her eyes closed and just rested in front of me, over my wooden table, knowing that I was there. Why not test it? "Candy girl, can you bend your legs for me?" I asked gently, looking at her from two steps away. She opened her puffy eyes a little, looking at me with the most convincing pleading face I'd ever seen. I kept quiet, just looking her in the eyes. Then she beautifully tried to move her legs, which trembled terribly and fell back on the table.
The she cried softly "I'm trying. D-Don't punish me. Pleas-se." I approached her and she cringed, closing her eyes and crying even more. I took her reddened cheek on my palm and caressed it.
"You did good, showing what you are capable of. I'm proud of you." Her eyes were on mine again, confused, and I explained: "You're making progress, girl.
And the way you let yourself go just back then. That wasn't something I could train you to. You have that in you, Candy, and now I'm sure I can make you enjoy your staying here. You just have to let me." Her pupils dilated, her breathe became audible again, it was the truth sinking in and it was beautiful to watch the magic happening.
Not saying anything, I took her in my arms and led her to the bathroom. It was time to complete the job for today. If she did well, she needed to be rewarded.
I put her sitting in a chair to wait for me to get the bathtub ready and, apart from the trembling, she didn't move. Just watched as intently as she could while fighting the obvious exhaustion she felt. I thought I had reached my limit of vanilla pleasures with Erika, but giving Candy a bath proved to be absurdly pleasurable too, in a very different way, but it was.
It was more than attending to the wounds of a broken bird. It was as if I was raping her for the first time, all over again, it was an invasion of her privacy. It was intimacy. When I got to take care of her nipples, while she sat over my lap, she groaned so nicely that I had to hold her close.
She swayed her head from side to side in sweet agony and, when she noticed I was enjoying that and I wasn't going to stop playing with her hurt nipples, she laid her head on my left shoulder and cried on my neck. I could feel the reflection of my every move directly from the way she trembled, the way she agonizingly rubbed her thighs together, like her body beautifully screamed at me to stop… However, there was pleasure in it.
I could hear it clearly on her voice and notice it through the various tiny spasms she gave me. If Candy wasn't a born masochist, at least she had a vein for luxury strong enough to make her reach climaxes like that even in so much pain. She just hadn't understood that yet. I was good at what I did, I knew that, but even I couldn't big tit blonde takes cock up the ass something like that, make an amateur like her to squirt like that, much less through torture.
What a nice surprise. I was in heaven. Or in my self-designed hell, I wasn't sure. ***** I had just put Candy in her bed after the bath. I wouldn't be able to play with her properly today, so I just let her lunch on the microwave, took good care of her in the bathtub, fighting my will to fuck her rough under water - I thought check out the bulging eyes of this lovely interracial and threesome saving it for Erika - and tucked her in.
She instantly passed out. My cell phone alarm beeped warning me about a breaching. Relaxed as I was, I almost jumped. The sensor indicated someone forcing the knob of the door downstairs. I just had to think for a while and the thrill was over. If none of the other sensors around the house indicated anything, only one person could be messing around the door: Erika.
Sudden disappointment mixed with expectation hit me while I ran to the door, skipping some stair treads, just to abruptly open the door and face the startled petite girl behind it. She got so scared that she fell back. I stood there, looking to her; not wearing a shirt, only in my jeans and mask. She was still on the ground, the black baby doll I had helped her put on this morning up her legs, she looked terrified. She should be. "I can't believe it." I said approaching her.
"I believe I gave you express orders not to leave that room. Worst, I told you to never get downstairs without me." I hissed. Erika trembled, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry." She tried, it went out rough and low, her voice choked.
As always she had a way to lessen any reaction I would have towards her, she looked not only fearful, but also terribly embarrassed. "What were you doing here?" "I missed you." She said looking down.
"You disappointed me." I said crouching beside her, she didn't cringe, she just let herself cry as my words were sinking in. "You know kimber veils sandy siren of the skies full on, now, the only thing I want to do is to hurt you. Badly. Don't you? Lying isn't helping you." Her eyes widen. She probably missed me, I knew that. But she wasn't looking for me, she was trying to figure out what I was doing down there.
I opened my hands, gesticulating for her to speak, but she was still wordless. I could manage that situation just punishing her fiercely, to make her obey me completely next time. What could work, indeed, even if she wasn't demonstrating any fear about what I could do to her now. My disappointment seemed to have effect on her, telling that I wanted to hurt her badly didn't.
Fuck. She did it on purpose. "You knew I'd come for you if you touched the door." I said getting up. "I told you about the sensors." Then she got pale and I felt stupid for not recognizing that she wasn't really afraid before. A true hurricane of opposing thoughts took control of my head. She was still on the ground, looking at me. I had my mask on, she couldn't read my face. Even her lips lost their color. It was a turning point. She manipulated me. I couldn't stand something like that.
She traded her body, used herself as bait to bring me back to her. She knew I would be very, very pissed. Erika hasn't turned into a masochist slave from one day to another, she knew I would make her suffer miserably.
Still, she did it. What alexis silver and velicity von are two big breasted beauties hell. I had to decide what I wanted, what I expected of her, how much I could give up for her. "I am sorry, Mr. Chace, I really am. Don't be angry with me, please. I just. I just." She sobbed. And my doubts were gone. In a swift movement I took her in my arms - she gasped, startled - and carried her to the bedroom.
There I ripped the babydoll to pieces, as I did to her black silk lingerie while she watched me do it in a resigned way. "You will not escaped unharmed from that move." I said gently after I noticed how tense her muscles were.
I knew my baby girl, she was expecting something terrible to happen to her, what only made me even more delighted by her choice of defying me to be with me. "I'm not expecting to, Mr. Chace." She said looking down, tears still streaming.
Even her voice was trembling. When I suddenly stood up, she gasped. I only wondered about the things she would be imagining right now. I went to my walk in wardrobe - most of it empty as the majority of my clothes and accessories remained at my flat. I was looking for a very specific couple of boxes I had stored near my shoes, some things I had separated to use on Erika after I decided to keep her upstairs with me, eliminating the need to go down there to get them when things got interesting.
Within the bottom one were some things I didn't expect at all to use on her for at least three more months or so of rough sex, but I had a particularly good idea of how to punish her for this and test something at the same time.
When I came back she was still lying quietly, her hands over her belly, fingers laced. Her eyes focused on my hands, they widened when noticed what I was carrying. I knelt beside her on the bed and put the two chrome beads right next to her head. They had a little more than two inches width, size enough to scare her. And it should. Erika wasn't that tight by some miracle, her pussy was small from the opening to her cervix.
I was never able to put myself completely inside her and, when I got close to doing so, it was by forcing her inner walls, what always made her scream beautifully. Those two beads would be something else. "I'll not punish you as hard as you think. Definitely not as hard as you deserve. But as I told you that, if you were absolutely sincere with me, I'd be sincere with you." I spit on the tip of my fingers and, when I went for her pussy, she willingly opened up her beautiful legs, but she couldn't hide how much she charming looker presents monster bum and gets butt hole reamed trembling.
"I think I owe you somehow. So I will punish you, it will hurt, but it will also serve as a test." "A t-test?" She stammered as she felt the cold surface of the ball, which I used to start massaging her outer lips, circling her small clitoral hood. "Yes. There is something happening that I didn't tell you yet, and that I." I moved it slowly down and forced it on her tiny entrance; she gasped and arched her back a little.
I didn't put too much strength yet, so it just scared her, gave her a notion of its size, ".I wasn't telling you until this little trick of yours." I moved the bead up and down her pussy lips again, spreading the juices she was starting to give me.
Her laced fingers trembled over her tummy and she contracted and gasped by the slightest pushing movement I made near her entrance, but her eyes were fully on mine. I stopped talking while I removed my mask with my free hand.
"You were right if you thought I had someone else down there with me." I said positioning the silver ball at her tiny entrance and finally forcing it a little inside of her with my thumb, obviously it didn't went in at once.
"Huuuuungh!" Erika let out a shrill groan and rose her hands up her head, clawing her fingers on the bed sheets. "W-Why Mr. Chace!?" She sobbed, her eyes not leaving mine for even a second and, that time, it had nothing to do with my orders.
She wanted to know. I bent over her, my right hand still pushing the thick and plump object more and more inside her tight little pussy, my left hand went for her right breast, which I massaged, taking her rosy nipple between my fingers and playing softly with it, no pain intended.
My forehead touched hers, the bead slid a little more in and she gave me a hurtful but soft moan as she felt her little entrance stretching like never before, taking something larger than me for the first time.
I was pushing it in and slowly letting it out just a little bit, making her open up so she could engulf the bead, but I knew I should be moving it more, taking it out and inserting it again. I didn't. I wanted it in at the first try. I wanted her to feel how hard it was to do, how it hurts to be spread open like that, how intrusive it was. It was happening but, Erika being Erika, even with the pained face; she was more worried about what I was saying. I kissed her and flexed my arm, intentionally putting it in a position in which I would be able to make better use of my strength.
She answered the kiss her own way, gently, still crying, moaning. "I got someone I could be as mean as I'd want to." I whispered. Then she groaned inside my mouth as I, in a sudden move, forced the bead in "HUUUUUuungh!" Her beautiful legs shivered for a moment and she arched her back; but she kept her knees bent and there was no intention of escaping what was happening, like she knew I'd want to.
Her face told me exactly how much pain she was in, and being who I am, I savored it. I could feel perfectly the moment were the bead surpassed the resistance of her entrance.
It was sudden and the pain had must been sharp. "You c-can be mean t-to me." She said with eyes wide open, panting, trying to resist the way my intrusion felt.
Trying to deny it. Trying to focus on me. The size of the bead kept her little entrance a little opened. "I know I can be mean to you, but I can't be as mean as Haley masturbates and gets fucked by stepmom masturbation and pornstars want to, or I'd ruin you." I was saying while taking the other bead in my hand, my fingers glistened with her juices.
I tried to figure how much power I had over her, managing to turn her on in a situation like that. With two fingers I touched the ball inside of her and mercilessly pushed it deeper inside her.
She gasped, startled, as her insides were stretched as well. Erika was getting ready to answer me. It made her stop instantly. She started to cry like in the old days. I needed space to put the second one in and if I just inserted one after another like that, the fragile skin could get stuck between them, it would be like I had pinched her from the inside.
I've seen it happen. I didn't want something like this now. Touching the cold surface of the second bead on her entrance, I looked to her. Her face was so scared, so troubled, that I almost pitied her.
But it wasn't enough. Not close enough. "This will damage your little pussy permanently. It will enlarge it, stretch it. Soon you will not be able to take a normal man inside of you anymore." I lied. I knew Erika, she would believe it vehemently. "I want you to ask me to put it inside you, this second one, then I'll make you keep it in for three or four days.
You want me to be mean, I'll be mean." She stopped breathing for a second or two, no more than that. Then she blankly stared at my face, trembling all over, "If t-this is what you want." Tears started to run down her face, and she fought not to contort in a frantic cry, "P.
Please p-put it in. Inside m-me, Master." Erika said and her entire body stiffened. Before I could start having second thoughts, after her display of selflessness, I pushed the second bead on her assaulted entrance and I forced it in. Her lips stretched beautifully to let it in while her whole body reacted, trembling, contorting, but nothing that prevented me from carrying on my will.
Looking me in the eye and clawing her fingers on the bed sheets, Erika felt herself spreading even more, suffering in silence this time, her teeth gritted. The only thing she couldn't contain was a sharp and painful gasp. Again, I was in awe. Little by little I pushed the second chromed ball in, it had already touched the first one and was pushing it even deeper inside my girl.
More I pushed, more she gasped, more agonized she looked at me with those absurdly bright blue eyes opened wide, terrified.
Once I was done, I leaned over her. She just breathed in and out slowly, weeping softly. I kissed her once, than twice, waiting for her to get used to the feeling. It wouldn't take long. I also played with her pussy, her clit, I teased her. After a little while, something like five minutes, she was already showing signs of improvement on her mood.
It was time to talk to her. "Babe, I admire your courage and your wish to submit to my wishes, but think with me. Those two beads are this size." I show her with my index and thumb, making a circle. "You are probably feeling full, violated, stretched. Right?" She nodded, confused about all those explications.
I think I was never so didactic with her, but if I wanted it to work my way it had to be like this. "Ok, now imagine if I put my entire hand inside of you." I show her my hand. She could clearly see the difference but, even after she arched her brows, I wasn't finished. ".Or imagine my fist, like this." I close my fist, take her little hand and close it around it. "Erika, imagine this fucking you, fast, harshly.
Imagine two. Think about how you feel having those two inside of you, they are half the size." Erika is gaping at me, lost in imagination, her little hand still holding my fist. She is shocked and don't know how to respond, but knowing her.
"D-Do it. I don't c-care." She says, finally. She cries her answer. And I smile. A devious but absurdly honest smile. The girl looks like she had just given me her life, she's pale, trembling, terrified. But decided. I had won. "I'm not discarding you, just the opposite. I want you to help me do these things to her." And I thought I couldn't see her make an even more surprised face.
***** I had been absent from the company for a really long time now. Things were agitated at my fortified mountain house and even when I was in my office, I couldn't help myself from watching the girls periodically. Worse. When I was there, I troubled the only person who kept my office working on my absence: Gabrielle.
It was impossible not to feel that I was neglecting her some attention, and I know she felt the same. So, when I got there, I cum guzzling booty slut pornstars and big butt to practice every single office fetish I had in mind. I made her work with no underwear. Or with a dildo deep inside her, vibrating, just like I did some days before.
You have to repeat an idea as good as that. I fucked her, back and front in my office, at the stairs, at the roof, having her splayed against the glass wall - another very good idea from past times. Now I also slapped her face while fucking her and, every time she looked like she was having a bad time or wanted to complain, I slapped her again, harder.
I attended two teen girls baking cookies and enjoy threesome session meeting in my private office while she hid beneath my table, sucking me. This one was a big test for me. But the more hardcore treatment of all was when she contradicted me and I locked her in her own office all night.
Nude. Tied and hanging upside down from the ceiling with a big dildo up her beautiful and big ass. The next morning I thought it was it, she couldn't stop crying and started screaming at me.
I spanked her, slapped her, fucked her like a real rape. I never liked her as much as I did at that moment. Not even when she said she loved me after all that. Go figure. Thing was, Gabrielle was my bitch, eventually.
I made everything so the little that remained of her self esteem was over before telling her the truth. I didn't want to take care of the company and the girls by myself.
I wanted her on it too, just like I had managed to put Erika to help me take care of Candy. They weren't only my sex slaves, they were my slaves! Why the hell should I take care of everything by myself if I had slaves? I was softening Gabrielle, planning on taking her to dinner and get on with my plans when I received an unexpected call.
"Mr. McCartson?" "Yes?" "It's Thomas, your favorite goods delivery man." "Mr. Thomas! To what do I owe the pleasure?" "It is early. A couple weeks only, and I know it is a little precipitated of my partners. But you are by this moment invited to join the next party of our select club. Please bring your best one. To evaluation. My associates believe you should be a really good addition to our rows." He finished with a somewhat skeptic laugh.
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