WHATEVER YOU WANT
Chapter 1
Fucking unbelievable. That was the only way to describe it. There was this
woman, about 30, good body, pretty face, crying her eyes out, head on the floor,
tits rubbing on the carpet, ass in the air, with her hands reaching back pulling
her butt cheeks apart and begging, and I mean fucking begging, to have her ass
fucked.
She was wearing a parody of a schoolgirl outfit. 6 inch red stilettos with
white ankle socks, ridiculously short loose grey skirt, white blouse that was
totally failing to keep her tits covered and a school tie round her neck. Her
auburn hair was tied in bunches. Her make-up was now smeared with tears but was
simple with bright red lipstick and blue eyeshadow, just as a school kid would
do it.
In between the choking sobs she desperately tried to convince Paul that the only
place his cock should be was buried deep in her bowels.
"Please baby .. put it in .. now .. I need it .. it'll be so good for you ..
I'll squeeze down just like you want .. Oh god .. you know how much it hurts me
.. I'll do anything if you'll only fuck my ass .. please bugger me .. pleeeease
.. "
Paul was standing there. The sickest grin you ever saw on his face. His cock
covered with her spit after the throat job she had just done. He wasn't even
kneeling down ready to fuck her. Just standing behind her, watching as her body
shook as she cried, watching as she frigged her tight hole with her finger,
watching as her mouth kept on finding more words to tempt him to rape her.
"Fuck my ass .. ram it in .. you know I'm just a slut for your cock .. I promise
to be a good girl .. I'll clean it for you afterwards .. you won't believe how
hot I am .. please .. please fuck your little ass slut .. I'll make it good for
you .. fuck my ass, lover .. you know it's yours whenever you want .."
He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, knelt behind her and stuck his finger
deep in her anal opening. "You fucking slut. You're nowhere near hot enough
yet," he said "for fuck's sake I've told you enough times that you've got to be
really hot for it."
Her eyes showed her fear and somehow she started crying even harder, but she
never stopped wriggling her butt and spreading her cheeks with her hands and
fucking her ass with her finger "Oh god .. please no .. not that .. not again ..
I can't .. it hurts too much .. I can't sit properly for days .. my husband will
see the marks .. please .. I'm hot enough already .. I really am .. fuck me baby
.. please bugger me .. I am hot enough, really .."
Paul smiled and looked at me, putting a finger to his lips to show I should be
silent. "OK, you dumb fuck, if that's how you want it, I'll leave."
Her reaction was weird. She should have thanked god he had offered to go but
instead she became even more desperate in her efforts to get him to fuck her
ass.
"No, no .. don't go .. I'll get hotter .. I'll fuck you .. I'll do anything ..
pleeease bugger me .. oh please, oh please, oh pleeease .. don't go .. look at
my ass .. it's yours .. it's so tight .. fuck me now .. you'll love it .. I'll
be really good .. please lover .."
Paul smiled. "Well, I don't know, unless you're really hot I don't see how I
can fuck you. Still, I expect you can think of something that will heat your
ass up nicely. How do you think we could get you really hot?"
Crying the whole time, she crawled away from him, still wriggling that butt, and
scrabbled at a cupboard door. She reached behind a load of household cleaning
stuff and pulled out one of those whips that jockeys use. She held it between
her teeth, crawled back to the centre of the room and laid it at Paul's feet.
Turning so her ass was facing him again, she spread her legs, laid her hands
flat on the floor and, through yet more sobs, started begging him to whip her.
"Do me lover .. whip my ass .. make me hot .. make it hurt .. I love it when you
whip me .. your cock gets so hard .. my ass hole will be so hot for you .. your
cock will feel so good when it gets up my ass .. oh god .. make me your slut ..
use me .. use the whip .. make me burn for your cock .."
"You sure?" said Paul "last time you wimped out on me .. all that talk but no
fucking action .. took fucking ages before you realised how good it was."
"Yes, yes, do it .. I want to be hurt .. whip me .. pleeease .. do it hard .. do
it .. I'm not hot enough yet .. make me really hot for your beautiful hard prick
.. hit my ass .. make me burn, baby .. I really want to be hot .. "
"OK, if that's what you want" he said, and he hit her.
He whipped her ass cheeks so fucking hard I felt the pain myself. He lashed out
at least ten times without stopping. Left, right, left - how she was able to
stand it I have no idea. Her skin was striped red in an instant. She had
grabbed a cushion and was screaming into it as hard as she could. I waited for
her to pass out because she didn't seem to be breathing in, just screaming.
Paul stopped. Breathing heavy. Again he smiled at me. He pushed her ass with
his foot as if he was prompting her to say her lines and, right on cue, she
managed to get out some words.
"So hard .. hurts .. oh god .. please .. no more .. oh god it hurts .. I'm hot
now .. really hot, lover .. do me now .. please .. please lover, fuck my hot ass
hole .."
Her hands came back to her reddened cheeks. Again they pulled the globes apart
and her hole was on view. Her finger went in and out of her tight little anus
like a piston as she begged and sobbed and pleaded and cried.
"Nearly ready slut" said Paul. "Nearly hot enough for some cock .. just three
more and we should be there."
"Nooo .. pleeease .. no more .. oh god .. oh god .. oh please, no more .."
"Spread those cheeks properly and get your fucking horny fingers out of the
way," ordered Paul.
Her voice cracked as she realised what he was saying "God no .. not that .. not
there .. no .. please .. I can't take it .. please, lover, please .. not there
.. you'll ruin me .. it's agony when you hit me there .. please .. nooooooo .."
But she stretched her ass cheeks so that her tender anal ring was exposed to the
whole fucking world and, of course, to Paul's whip. God it must have hurt like
fuck. Three straight whacks. Each with a pause in between. Right on her hole.
Somehow she kept her cheeks apart while he did it. Her screams were soundless
but the veins in her neck were nearly popping. Her head jerked from side to
side. Her body flinched with each stoke of the whip and she nearly collapsed to
the floor, but she kept her anus exposed the whole time.
"There" said Paul, "I think you're hot enough now. Only thing is, it took so
long to get your useless hole hot enough to fuck that I've got no lubrication
left on my dick, think you can help out?"
She couldn't speak but she turned and tried to suck his cock into her dry mouth.
Now Paul's cock is big, not huge like those porn stars, but 8 inches and pretty
thick. Try sucking a sweet when the saliva's gone, let alone 8 inches of rock
solid dick. She tried hard, but failed. Paul grabbed her face, twisted her
head upwards so her open mouth was facing him, and spat in her mouth, twice.
She didn't cringe, she didn't puke, she didn't even grimace. All she did was
thank the bastard for gobbing on her.
"Oh lover .. thank you .. help me .. I want to throat you .. to get you really
horny .. let me suck your cock .. I'll make it wet again .."
But two loads of Paul's spit hadn't been enough and she was still failing to get
up a good action on his rod. I don't often take pity on a slut but I pushed the
dog's water bowl over to her. Paul laughed as she lapped up the tepid liquid.
"Fucking great man, that gives me an idea for next time .. hey slut, think you
can work out your next starring role ?"
Her body slumped as god knows what thoughts went through her head. But then she
raised her head, reached for his dick, and started a steady sucking motion,
taking him deep in her throat every few strokes. Her hands were busy too,
cradling his balls, caressing his thighs, gently sliding up his body to rub his
nipples, reaching round to his asshole, doing anything she could think of to
increase his pleasure, and all the time her head was bobbing up and down on his
cock.
My dick was near to bursting but Paul had told me not to do anything and not to
join in until he was done. So I grabbed another beer, sat back in the chair and
took in the action.
Chapter 2
I hadn't believed him when he had told me about his latest conquest. "She
fucking hates it" he said "but now that I've got her where I want she begs for
it, takes it every which way I can think of, and then thanks me. The last
couple of times she's even paid me to do it."
I'd told him he was full of shit and talking bollocks but he persisted and told
me the whole story about how he had seen this woman, her husband and three kids
in the park. The oldest kid was about 12 while the youngest was probably 7 or
so. Hubby was a bit of a nerd but the whole happy family picnic scene was like
something from a fucking film. The woman had attracted him. He didn't know
quite why because she wasn't flashing her tits, or wearing tight pants or
anything like that, just engrossed in her family. But she was pretty and had a
good body for a mother of three.
One thing about Paul is that he loves screwing girls who don't want it.
Sometimes they're prissy little maids, sometimes they're cherry, sometimes
they're engaged or married, sometimes it's in front of their girl friends,
sometimes it's in public. It doesn't matter why they don't want him to fuck
them, knowing that they hate him fucking them is the one of the best ways for
Paul.
Occasionally, if he's drunk or if it has been a long time since he fucked
someone he will just go for a bog standard rape. Grab a chick, slap her around
a bit, get your cock up her cunt, and fuck the shit out of her. I've been with
him on some of those nights but afterwards - when the woman's crying, grabbing
her clothes, running away or lying on the ground begging us not to hurt her or
do it again - afterwards, he just ain't Paul. He's still grouchy and pissed
off.
Paul prefers to work at it. The chase is part of the thrill for him. Setting
it up, making the woman realise he is going to pump her full of cum, watching
her face as it dawns on her that she is going to be fucked no matter what she
does, often without any real violence involved, that's where Paul is at his
best.
So Paul starts to check out this woman and her family. He follows them home and
from there it is fairly easy to work out names, phone numbers, jobs, routines
and all the little bits Paul loves putting into place. It took him six weeks
before he struck lucky. The woman and her youngest kid are shopping, the kid
wanders off a bit in the car park and Paul goes for it.
I'd have grabbed the kid and forced the mother to fuck me to get her child back
safe. Then I'd probably have fucked the kid as well. But Paul isn't like that.
Paul drives his car towards the kid from behind, gets 2 yards away, hits the
horn so fucking hard the whole fucking car park jumps, slams on the brakes,
screeches the tyres and turns left into a brick wall. The wing of the car is
wrecked, the suspension's fucked and Paul is slumped over the wheel - still
holding down the horn - pretending to have hit his head. The woman has whirled
round, seen the kid missing from her side, screamed, then seen the kid safe in
the middle of the car lane, and rushed over.
Picture it - it's so fucking neat. The mother's crying and hugging the kid,
Paul staggers out of the car saying "Is she alright? I tried to miss her. She
came from nowhere. Thank god I was able to pull the car over. Are you sure
she's OK?". The mum is gushing over the kid and thanking Paul for missing her,
and the whole fucking car park thinks Paul is a hero. It even got a paragraph
in the local paper.
So Paul has trashed his car to save her child, and she is so fucking grateful.
She offers to drive him to the hospital to check out his injuries, she offers to
pay for the damage to the car, she invites him to meet her husband that evening,
and before you can say "fuck" he is a friend of the whole fucking family. Its
enough to make you puke but Simon and Judy think he is just so nice, and the way
he laughs and gets on with their daughters, Lucy, Tina and little Anna, is just
wonderful.
Paul still doesn't push it. Sometimes he doesn't see them for a week or two but
in a couple of months he knows loads of shit about the happy family. The layout
of the house, when hubby is away on business, that Friday afternoons are always
a rush because she has to get the two oldest kids to different places at the
same time and, eventually, he hits the fucking jackpot. Next Friday hubby is
away for three days and she has to take one kid to some fancy party, another to
some fucking music exam, and the youngest needs to be collected from school, all
at the same time. Paul offers to collect little Anna from school - no trouble
at all he says, anything to help out he says - and the stupid bitch falls for
it.
I'd have fucked them all by now, but not Paul. Paul gets the kid from school
and for half an hour, him and Anna are on their own in the home, waiting for
Judy to return. Paul and the kid play a couple of games. Paul and the kid play
a blindfold game, seeing if each can guess what the other is doing. Paul takes
some photos while Anna is blindfolded and Paul has now got all the trumps in his
hand.
Late that night Paul visits the house, Judy is puzzled but lets him in, Paul
shows her the photos. Little Anna is blindfolded in all of them. In the first
picture she's on her bed and right next to her hand is a rock solid 8-inch cock.
In the next photo there's a big hand on Anna's thigh and the cock is only a
couple of inches from her lips. Then there's one with the kid puckering up her
lips in a pretend kiss as a huge fucking knife is pointing at her throat. Each
photo shows her vulnerable little daughter about to be the plaything of a
pervert or cut up into little pieces.
The picture show continues while Judy sits unable to move from shock, fear or
maybe just instinct. Paul lays it on the line. He could have fucked her kid
but he didn't, he could have killed her little girl but he didn't, Anna knows
nothing about the photos, or even that he had his cock out, but ....
... but next time it will happen. Paul goes for the jugular. He tells her that
he knows so much about the whole family that he could grab any of them at any
time, from school, from her car, from their home, from the grandparents' house,
anytime, anywhere. Paul works on her head, telling her he is really her friend,
but pushing how he is a complete fucking pervert, and most of all making sure
she is aware that he hasn't harmed her children .... yet. She is so confused
that she starts to lose it, none of it makes sense - Paul is a family friend,
but Paul wants to fuck her kids, but Paul wrecked his car to save Anna, but Paul
could kill her daughters, but Paul has been so nice, but Paul wants to rip her
little girl's ass apart, but her husband really likes Paul, but Paul is a
perverted shit.
Paul just loves fucking with a woman's head. Judy doesn't know whether to call
the cops or thank Paul for not raping her children. She starts crying as Paul
keeps working on her and soon his arm is round her and he is comforting her as a
friend would. Paul starts touching the more interesting bits and she is so
fucking lost in her head that she allows him to feel her tits before she
realises he's the bastard who wants to turn her kids into fuck toys. She pushes
him away and Paul says that if she won't fuck him, then he may as well do the
girls like he could have done earlier. In fact, why not fuck them now.
Paul heads for the stairs and the kids' bedrooms, but Judy rushes him. One
punch is all it takes and she is flat out. Half an hour later she is awake and
listening to Paul telling her she can't stop him like that. The only way he
won't fuck her whole family is if she opens her legs for him. She cries, she
begs him not to, she says she'll phone the cops, she offers him money to get
out, she tries hitting him again but, in less than an hour, Paul has his cock
inside her while she lies flat on her bed staring at the ceiling, not sure if
she is being raped, saving her kids or having an affair.
The whole night is spent with Paul working on her mind and her body, until she
is convinced that she is in too deep, that she has let him fuck her, that she
wanted him to fuck her, that she has been unfaithful, that she is his to do with
as he pleases, that she can't let her husband know, and that she has to save her
children in the only way she can - by keeping Paul's cock busy.
The next two days seal the deal. The kids find Uncle Paul in the house in the
morning and he tells them Judy is not feeling well. As it's the weekend Uncle
Paul takes the older two girls to the mall where he leaves them with their
friends, and takes little Anna along for the ride so that their mother can get
some sleep. Paul is just so fucking cool. He knew she could go to the cops
while he was away from her, but he knew she wouldn't - not while he had her kids
with him.
All Saturday he's fucking her body and her mind. On Sunday they take the kids
out to the park and Paul is so much fun as he plays with the children. The
girls go and get ice creams, and Paul uses the 15 minute break to rape Judy's
ass in the public toilets. Her ice cream is his shit covered cock. So it
continues until Judy doesn't know what's right or wrong, and all the time Paul
is planting the same thought in her head. She must save her girls from this
fucking bastard and his perverted cock.
By Monday the whole deal is sealed and Paul also has some insurance just in case
she starts to work out how stupid she is. A few photos of Judy taking it in all
available holes, and a video that with half decent editing shows her as a
willing partner, and Paul is home and dry.
And now he really goes to town. Each time he fucks her he introduces more
rules. Sometimes a 'big' rule like how she must always suck his cock clean
after he has fucked her, sometimes a 'little' rule like calling him "lover", but
every time he fucks her it gets worse and worse for her - and better and better
for Paul.
Every time he turns up at the house she has to be wearing something sexy. Every
time he suggests something she has to pretend she wants it. Every time the
perverted bastard fucks her she has to thank him and clean his cock with her
mouth. Every time he comes into the house she must come on to him, licking his
neck, kissing his face, frenching him, rubbing her tits on his chest, grinding
her cunt against him, and rubbing his cock through his jeans. And so it goes
on.
As further insurance Paul has by now filmed several fuck sessions, most of which
show her 'enjoying' it, although there aren't many close-ups in these films -
her eyes don't quite seem to be as happy as the other parts of her body. The
best video was one where he fucked her on the bed next to Lucy (dead to the
world after a couple of sleeping pills) as Judy begs him to take her daughter's
cherry.
Paul doesn't care that she doesn't really mean any of it. In fact, he loves it
when she is crying buckets and begging at the same time. He knows that her cunt
is only wet because of the KY she uses when she knows he is coming to the house.
He knows she has spent at least 5 minutes before he arrives pinching her nipples
to make them hard for him. He knows that she hates him. And he knows that
there is not a fucking thing she will do about stopping him.
Chapter 3
She had been throating Paul for nearly five minutes and the slime was drooling
in strings from her mouth, onto her tits, down his balls, on the remains of her
schoolgirl blouse, and onto the floor.
"OK you little ass slut" Paul laughed "time for some good hot fucking .. but ..
oh dear .. you've cooled down a bit .. better re-light that fire."
She was gasping for breath from the face fuck as she hung her head, turned
round, spread those beautiful cheeks again and spat out the words "hit it you
bastard".
"Oh dear, Judy" said Paul, "That's not the right attitude is it? I think we
should improve on that or else I may have to introduce Lucy to the joys of
fucking"
"Oh god .. you bastard .." she sobbed again and then with a massive effort went
back to the high schoolgirl voice that she had used right at the beginning, when
we had first walked through the door.
"Please whip my ass sir .. please stop me being a bad girl .. I need to be shown
how to be good .. I can't help wanting your cock .. I get so hot and your cock
is so big and hard .. make me really hot so it will be good for you .. please do
it .. do it hard .. pleeease .. pleeease."
So Paul did. Three more hits right on her anus. The fucking anal ring was
already swollen and tender from the last beating and in seconds she was
screaming in agony. There was no way he was going to get his cock up her hole
now. It was so swollen from the beatings that it wouldn't be possible to get a
pencil in the tight little opening, let alone his dick. But he knelt down, put
his thumbs either side of the hole, gripped hard on her battered cheeks and
managed to spread it so that perhaps 1/4 inch of tight opening was just visible.
"OK slut, you know what to do, fucking get with it"
She spat on her fingers, reached back and lubed her hole as best she could.
Then she carefully reached for his cock, held it in her tiny hands and brought
it to her anal ring. Holding it in place she pushed back and, through her
crying and sobbing, begged Paul as though her life depended on it.
"Now baby .. do it .. push into my ass .. make me your slut .. show me how to
take it .. do it hard .. make it hurt .. fuck me .. please fuck me .. bugger my
sweet little ass with that fucking huge cock .. please lover .. your cock will
feel so good when it rips open my ass hole .. fuck me .. please .. my ass needs
your cock .. "
Paul pushed, she pushed and the head of his dick squeezed an inch into her
beaten and swollen hole. She screamed again and Paul started to sweat with the
effort. Then he pulled his dick back out of her ass and watched as her hands
tried to drag it back towards the centre of her pain.
"Do it lover .. please fuck me .. bugger me hard .. don't leave me like this ..
I need your cock in my shit hole .. use me .. make me a cum bucket .. spunk up
my ass .. make it so I can't shit for a week .. please baby .. please .. "
Paul let her pull his cock back into her opening. The head pushed forward past
the swollen tissue again and, again, he pulled back out. The pain must have
been almost continuous but Paul didn't give a shit.
"Bugger me .. bugger me .. bugger me .." she was almost chanting as she humped
back on his cock and took the head just inside her anus, time and time again, as
Paul kept easing back to pull it out. The sensitive head of Paul's dick was
being squeezed so tight by her swollen ring and for Paul it was just exquisite,
but Judy didn't seem to be enjoying it as much. After 5 minutes Paul couldn't
stand it any more. He drove his cock hard into her ass and felt the tight walls
encircle his raging prick. Her swollen ass was clamped round the base of his
dick and the head of his cock was deep in the heat of her bowels.
She gasped in agony, tried to scream but again found her vocal chords wouldn't
work, and screwed her face up tight as Paul thrust into her tender whipped ass
until his balls were banging against her cunt. Paul didn't move out this time
and you could see her raw ass hole clenching spasmodically around his invading
cock. She knelt there gasping for a nearly a minute and then, for fuck's sake,
then she only fucking started begging again.
"Oh lover .. that hurts so good .. do it harder .. use my hole .. give me your
cum .. fuck my tight little ass .. show me how to be good .. fuck that cock up
my ass .. make it yours .. do me good, lover .. bugger me .. bugger me hard ..
make me your anal slut .. please use me properly .. don't make me beg any more
.. please fuck my ass .."
Her arms were still stretched back from her efforts to pull his cock into her
and now she moved one hand down between her legs. I though she was going to
play with her clit to try to ease her pain but I should have known Paul would
have her better trained than that. She gently cupped his balls and caressed
them with her fingers, and as Paul started to fuck her anus the fingertips of
her other hand were playing with his dick. Whichever part of his cock was not
in her ass was gently rubbed and caressed by her dainty fingers from the root of
his cock all the way up to the head. She started to squirm her butt around,
while moaning and mewling sounds came from her lips. We all knew she was faking
it but we all knew it was one hell of a turn-on for Paul and me.
As Paul reached the point of no return, as his balls contracted and his dick
swelled up even thicker, she was ready. She gave out the most fantastic
orgasmic gasps and sighs and screams that I have ever heard. No porn star could
have done it better. If you hadn't seen her eyes and known the pain she was in,
you would have thought she was coming like a train. But all the cries of
passion couldn't disguise the crying. All the begging for more couldn't hide
the hate. Paul was in heaven.
"... Ooooohhhh Goooodddddd .. aaahhhh ... baby ... so fucking great .. I can't
live without your cock .. ooooooo .. more, more .. fuck me harder .. I love it
.. fuck my ass .. ooohhh lover .. cum in me, baby .. spunk me .. flood my ass
with your cum .. split me in half with your cock .. cum in me .. Gooooooodddddd
.. more .. harder .. fuuuucccckkkk .."
Paul's body clenched hard as time after time his creamy load shot up his prick
into her bowels. Grunting and groaning and slapping her ass cheeks he finally
subsided as his fantastically trained slut kept her hands caressing his balls,
and tried hard to look like she was enjoying every thrust.
"Oh god, baby .. you're so good .. your cock's so big .. I won't be able to walk
properly for days .. only you can make me cum like that .. can you do me again
.. please say you will .. oh lover .. keep fucking me .."
After a while, Paul let his softening cock slip out of her tortured hole. As
soon as it left her body she turned round and reached for his slimy dick,
covered in shit and spunk. She was still begging him to fuck her again, saying
how great his cock was, offering her ass for another buggering, and she only
stopped talking as she sucked his dick between her lips and took it as deep into
her mouth as she could
She worked the cock in and out of her mouth until it was clean, she carefully
licked under the head, checked round his balls, and made sure there wasn't one
piece of her shit left on his dick. Then she starts giving him a blowjob,
trying to get him hard again, and Paul is just laughing at her efforts.
"Fuck, you're a slut. You just can't get enough, can you? Just a fucking cock
crazed whore. Well tramp, you going to have to wait. I can't have all the fun
just for myself. But because I know how desperate you always are to keep on
fucking, I brought along a spare cock."
Paul nods his head at me and I knew that finally I was going to get some relief
for my aching balls.
"I know how bad it is for you when even my cock can't keep up with your slutty
little holes so, after you've got us a beer, and after you've cleaned yourself
up and sorted out that crap make-up, and if you ask Rob really nicely ... you
can have some of his cock."
She was still sucking Paul's dick but she half turned her head and looked at me
with eyes that were blank. She had obviously known from the moment that we came
into the house that she was going to get two cocks that day but Paul had told
her to ignore me up to this point. Now she was going to have to go through this
all over again.
"Hey Rob," said Paul, "anything special you want her to wear or does
'schoolgirl' do it for you as well. Sluts like this want to please so you can
have your choice of outfits. Space girl is pretty good, nurse isn't bad, and
there's always hooker, but if you really want a turn-on you should try Roman
slave girl."
I spoke for the first time and my voice was full of lust, "Schoolgirl is great
Paul, I really don't give a fuck, I just want to stick my cock inside her."
"For fuck's sake" said Paul, "you have got to learn some subtlety, 'just want to
stick my cock inside her' is not cool. Where's your style? Where's your class,
man?" He turned to Judy "Where's my beer, ass slut?".
She stood up, got beers for me and Paul and went to the bathroom to fix her
face.
Chapter 4
Paul looked at me, "Well, did I lie or am I just the coolest perverted bastard
in the fucking county?"
"You're cool" I admitted "How the fuck do you get her to do all that. All that
'whip me' stuff and 'I want your cock up my ass' is just fucking amazing. How
do you know she won't rip your balls off or try to bite your cock in two - you
can see she hates you."
"Hey man, you're talking to an expert" said Paul "At the beginning she might
have done but now, with all the shit I've got on her, with the videos of her
fucking, and with the hold that I have over her mind because of her kids - man,
she ain't doing anything except taking cock. Up till now I haven't even touched
her girls but she thinks I will the moment she doesn't do exactly what I want.
One day those kids will be joining in, but there's no rush. Might as well get
Judy to go through every last position, perversion and degradation that I can
think of first - and, of course, all the extra bits that she can think of as
well."
"Man, oh man" I said. "But you could rape her kids now. Fucking hell the young
one's only 6 or 7. Its years since I had anything that young and sweet."
"No class" said Paul "No class at all. If you fuck the kids now we lose Judy.
The kids are the main reason she'll do anything I want. She is so shit scared
of what I might do to them - will do to them in time - that she is willing to go
along with the whole deal. You've seen her, she is badly messed up in the head,
she doesn't know what she wants, what she is doing, or whether she hates it or
likes it. Fuck the kids and her brain may just go walkabout and that's no use
to me. Anyway, there ain't much difference between 7 year old cunt now or 8
year old cunt next year. No, I'm in charge of this little party and I call the
shots. The kids are for later."
He was right. I could see that getting the whole family slowly involved over
months or even years was better than one or two fantastic nights of fucking
underage cherries. "OK man, you're the boss," I said.
Paul smiled "I fucking know that," he said. "Right, you said schoolgirl didn't
you? Now this part might seem a bit clinical but I want you to write down what
you want her to do. Anything you want. What sort of schoolgirl do you fancy?
13 year old class slut who has fucked all the boys; little scared virgin 12 year
old who has never even heard the words 'cock' or 'cunt', curious 14 year old who
wants to learn but isn't sure, experienced head girl wanting to make sure she
gets good grades, smart-mouthed bad girl who is in trouble but knows how to get
out of her punishment, the choice is yours."
"Fuck ... Really ... Write it down." I stammered, "what is this, the fucking
school play?"
"Yeah" said Paul, "that's about it. Judy's good but she ain't physic. Remember
you're talking to the master. I've got her well trained. She will do anything,
take up any position, make any noise, say any words, play any part, but she
needs an idea of what does it for you. She's a pretty good actress and she does
elaborate around a theme if you tell her what you want, but I always get so
pissed off if I have to keep stopping fucking to put her on the right track.
For the last few visits I've sent her an email a couple of days beforehand,
setting out roughly what I want. Sometimes I give her a web site address or a
story to read to get her brain around how I want her to be. Sometimes I send a
photo or a film which turns me on. I'm telling you, man, its fucking great.
Whatever you want, you tell her and one or two days later its there waiting for
you in the flesh."
"OK, OK, I get the idea," I laughed and reached for a piece of paper, "but you
know what I want. It's what I always want."
As I wrote Paul continued "One of the funniest that I thought of was 'virgin -
well, ex-virgin - struggling home after being gang raped at a party'. She
hasn't fucked anyone else except me yet, other than her wimpy husband, so I told
her that she must prepare herself using these fucking great dildos I sent her.
One had those hard rubber spikes all over it and I super-glued strips of coarse
sandpaper to the other. Fuck man, she had fucked herself raw in both holes by
the time I got started. Her make-up, hair and clothes were just perfectly
messed up and torn because I sent her a photo of what I wanted from my own
collection. She had whipped her thighs, tied up her tits with string for two
hours before I arrived, burned herself twice on her belly with a cigarette, put
something like cum on her face, in her hair and up her ass and cunt - god knows
what the 'cum' actually was but it looked fucking good on her - and even put a
cut into one of those puffy nipples of hers. She managed to get some bruising
on her face by deliberately falling over in the yard the day before and trying
not to save herself with her hands. Then I made her start the session by going
into the park at night and wandering around for 15 minutes before I met her. I
was actually hoping she would get raped by someone but she managed to avoid
that. But she was still a fucking mess when I picked her up. She really goes
for it man, because she knows that if I'm not happy with her then her kids will
be getting their holes stretched."
Holy shit I thought. That sounded so good - but I'm crap at fantasy. I'm not
like Paul. I don't normally need that shit. If there's a cunt in front of me,
I fuck it. But I know what I do like, and I wrote down a few simple
instructions. I ain't much good at literature but I think I managed to get over
what was required.
'You're a pain slut. You love pain. No crying. And no screaming. You love
what you are getting and you think of ways to make the pain worse and beg me to
do it. Before you start, get some things from the workshop that you want me to
use on you. And bring rubber bands, string, rope, a paddle, a ..'
"Fucking hell, Rob" Paul's voice cut through my thoughts, "hurry up. You don't
need to write a fucking book. Just some ideas, that's all, she'll pick up on
them and go with it. Promise."
Judy came out of the bathroom before I could write any more.
"Hey slut" said Paul, "Rob's got something for you. Read that and get to work".
Paul grabbed the paper, glanced at it, laughed out loud and put it in Judy's
hand.
She looked at the words and immediately fell down at Paul's feet, rubbing his
crotch, trying to turn him so that he would fuck her instead. "Noooo. No,
Paul. I can't do this. It's too much. He's mad. I can't. I can't."
"Oh dear, oh dear. What shall we do then?" Paul smirked. "If you can't do what
you're told then we will just have to get someone else to look after Rob. Who
could we think of? Did I tell you Rob thinks Lucy is a bit old? Did you know
that Rob likes then really young and tender? Rob would fuck babies if he could.
Shall we let Anna find out about the real world from Rob? He'd be a good
teacher. She would never forget what he taught her."
Fuck, I wanted her to sacrifice her daughter. Paul was right. Young cunt is
the best cunt. And young cunt in pain is even better.
"Paul, pleeease. Fuck me again now. We don't need him. It's you I'm doing it
for. I only want you. I only want you and your beautiful cock. Just you and
me, lover. You don't want other men to spunk in my holes. I want to save
everything just for you. Come on, baby," she started undoing his zip. "Fuck me
again. Whip me, then piss in my mouth. Fuck my ass again. It's so tender now
you'll love it. It'll hurt me so much. I'll do anything for you. I'll lick
your ass. I'll eat your shit. I'll do anything for you but don't give me to
other men. Please fuck me, lover. Don't make me a whore. Please."
It was a good try, but she didn't know Paul. Paul has always been happy to
share. Once he was sort of engaged to a girl for a while. Then he got pissed
off with her about something and started handing her round to the guys. She
thought they were being really cool and trendy, and that 'swinging' was sooo
exciting. It took her a month until she realised he wasn't doing it for kicks.
He was doing it for money - 10 for one hole, 20 for all three. If it's a hole
you can fuck, Paul doesn't care if its been used by someone else. In fact, he
sometimes prefers it that way.
Paul stopped laughing. "I know you're just a slut who needs cock all the time,
but you're pissing me off. My friend has told you what to do. Fucking do it.
Or do we wait for Anna to come home from school? You've got 10 seconds to
decide."
"Oh god, no." She cried. "Not Anna, she's only 7. She'd die."
"5 seconds, cunt. Oh, and Rob would probably enjoy that too. Nothing like
sticking a knife in her chest and getting her to choke up blood to improve a
blowjob. Times up. What's it to be?"
"You bastards. You fucking, fucking bastards." She got up and you could see
the defeat in her eyes. "I'll be back in a minute. I've got to get some things
from the workshop."
Chapter 5
Ten minutes later she walked back in the room. I thought she'd done a runner
but Paul was confident she wouldn't have the nerve. He was right. He always
is.
Somehow she had composed herself. She still wore the schoolgirl outfit because
she hadn't been told to change. She had re-done her make-up and there was no
sign of the tears that had streaked her face earlier. Her eyes were still red
but she now smiled at us both and she nearly fooled me into thinking that she
was for real.
"Hi" she said, in that fantastic schoolgirl voice she had almost perfected,
"I've been waiting for some real men to come over. I need some special
treatment but it's so difficult to get it from the useless fat wimps that pick
me up after school. All they want is to play with fresh pussy and get their
cocks sucked. I've heard that you really know how to .." she paused to give the
words greater effect, ".. how to 'look after' a poor defenceless little girl
like me."
She laid a small bundle on the table and slowly unwrapped the cloth surrounding
it. "My woodwork teacher at school says that I'm not very good with tools, "she
giggled wickedly, "but he doesn't know me very well. I like all kinds of tools
and I'm very good at handling them, even some of the bigger ones, but I'm not
sure what these are. I found them both in the workshop. Could you men show me
how to use them properly? I'm a very willing pupil and I'd love it if you could
give me a personal demonstration."
I couldn't think what she would bring to her own torture session. The image of
her standing in the workshop carefully selecting tools for me to use on her body
went through my mind and my cock pulsed again. She moved round the table and
knelt down beside me, placing a hand on the inside of my thigh while her tit
pushed against my leg. Her other hand reached under the cloth on the table and
pulled out the first of her torture implements.
"Holy fuck" was all I could say. She had actually done it. She was gently
rubbing the inside of my thigh, gazing into my eyes, and asking me to
demonstrate the correct use of a carpet stapler. She had gone and got a fucking
carpet stapler for me to use on her body. I hadn't told her what to get and I
didn't really know what I thought she was going to bring back from the workshop
.... but for fuck's sake ... a fucking carpet stapler .... this was fucking
unreal.
I still can't believe that Paul had her that well trained. All these years
later I'm still not sure that she wasn't somehow enjoying this shit.
She kept going. "My tits get all tingly when I see a big tool like this in a
real man's hands," She licked her lips as she gazed up at me, "does that mean
the tool has got something to do with my tits? Look at them .." she pulled open
the blouse to show her breasts with the nipples rock hard. "My nipples always
throb when I hold this tool and I don't know why. Can you show me?"
Her left hand was now rubbing my cock through my jeans while her right hand
caressed the stapler. I was going to lose it very soon. I had been watching
Paul whip her, face fuck her and bugger her for nearly two hours. I hadn't cum
in a week anyway and being the private audience to Paul's abuse of this willing
slut had kept my cock at maximum hardness.
It was no use. Before we went any further I had to cum. I thought I'd try some
of Paul's fantasy stuff and see if it worked. I'm no actor, but I can remember
lots of bits from films and things. OK so they're porno films. Is it my fault
my education was a bit limited?
"Look tramp," I said "You know you're supposed to address me as 'sir'. This
isn't the first time you've blatantly disregarded the rules. You will be
punished."
She got into her part immediately. Paul had done one hell of a job on her. "Oh
sir, I'm sorry, I try to remember but I keep forgetting because my body is
always hot. My nipples get so hard I can't remember things. I try to
concentrate in class but my cunt gets all wet. Perhaps if you punish me I will
be better. Would you punish me? Please sir."
"Yes" was all I could say - I told you I wasn't an actor. "Get on the table.
On your back."
She obeyed immediately and lay there waiting for my next move. I got her to lay
with her head over the edge of the table, her knees bent and her feet wide
apart. Her blouse was wide open and I pulled her skirt up to her waist to
expose her cunt. "Get my cock out and suck on it as I punish you". I realised
I was shouting with the excitement, and it struck me that even in a porno movie
my lines would sound pretty crap. But I was so hot. She opened my fly and
released my throbbing dick.
Gently jacking me off with one hand, she licked my cock head while she used her
other hand to cradle my balls. Making an 'O' with her lips she slowly sucked
the end of my cock in and out of her mouth, while licking all round the head.
Fucking heaven, man. I was having trouble keeping up with the plot. I could
have cum just letting her caress my dick with her tongue but I managed to hold
back. Reaching for the whip Paul had used earlier I tapped her thighs apart.
"Right, you disobedient slut, this is should help you remember to call me sir."
I said and raising my arm, I sliced the whip down on her inner thigh. She
flinched and her legs snapped shut to try to protect her tender thighs, while
her mouth gaped open. I may not be an actor but this was something I was really
good at. As her mouth opened to scream I drove my cock into her throat. The
invading rod of hard flesh made her gag and she tried to push me away.
I moved back, my cock was desperate to cum but I wanted more. "If you even
think of not taking my cock all the way into your throat, or of closing your
legs or doing anything that pisses me off you will be expelled from the school
and I will train Anna to take your place."
My words reached deep into her mind and the reaction was almost immediate. Her
legs opened so wide I though her cunt would split. You could see the sinews
standing out at the top of her thighs. She begged for forgiveness. "Oh sir,
I'm just a bad girl. I need to be punished. Show me how to be a good girl for
you. I'll be much better than Anna. Keep me as your special girl. If I'm
punished properly I won't forget. Don't use Anna. Please give me another
chance, sir. Whip me hard so that I don't forget. Use my tits as well. Punish
my nipples. It will help me to remember even better if you work on my tits,
sir. Try putting your cock in my mouth again now, sir."
She pulled my raging hard-on back into her mouth as far as it could go. One
hand returned to my balls while the other snaked its way between my legs and her
finger, moistened as she had been pleading for torture, pushed its way up my
asshole.
I slashed down with the whip again and again, marking the sensitive flesh on her
thighs. She writhed beneath me but kept slurping my cock in and out of her
mouth as her hand worked its sensual dance on my balls and my prostate was
gently tickled by her fingernail. I reached for her puffy nipples with my free
hand and twisted hard as my hips punched my cock into her throat.
I desperately wanted to whip her cunt but I couldn't get the right angle until I
bent over her body and slammed my dick so far down her neck that her nose was
squashed against my body. I was going to cum any second. I held my cock in her
throat as I whipped her moistened cunt lips. Her legs snapped shut as the first
hit struck home, but immediately she forced herself to part them again. Her
vulnerable hole was laid bare for me to smash down again without mercy.
Her attempts to scream around my invading cock, her twisting body, her gagging
throat and that finger in my asshole sent me over the top. I spewed huge globs
of spunk down her throat. I had been rock hard for over two hours with sperm
boiling up in my balls. Now that it was released it seemed like I was spurting
forever. My aim went to pieces as my exploding cock took over my brain and I
whipped frenziedly at her cunt, legs, belly, tits, anything I could reach.
Slowly my orgasm passed. I stood there trembling as I regained my strength.
Judy was limp beneath me.
Chapter 6
"I think you had better take your cock out," said Paul "suffocating her now
would be an awful waste."
He was right. My softening dick was still wedged into her throat and it was
must have been two or three minutes since her last breath. I pulled out and
slapped her face to bring her round. She gasped awake, retched, and rolled off
the table onto the floor where she knelt with her body heaving as she coughed
and spluttered drool and spunk onto the carpet.
I kicked her in the side and sat down to recover from my efforts. "Enjoy that,
you little pain slut? Don't worry - there's plenty more to come. I just had to
get rid of that load from my balls before they burst. Now I can concentrate on
hurting you properly. Is that what you want?"
She coughed one last time and wiped her mouth. Slipping back into the character
she knew she had to play she answered as best she could. "Oh please, sir.
Please punish me properly. Please make sure I learn all my lessons well."
I picked up the string she had brought from the workshop. Tying a slipknot in
one end I placed it over her tit and told her to pull her nipple outwards so
that I could get the string round the meat of her breast. Pulling tight on the
string I wrapped it round her tit as tightly as I could several times and then
tied another knot to hold it in place. Repeating this action on her other tit
got them standing to attention in no time. The colour of her taut flesh was
beginning to change to pink as I took two rubber bands and looped them round the
base of her nipples as many times as I could. She just knelt there and let me
work on her body, as her face alternated between grimaces of pain and false
smiles.
"There, that's got some of the preparation work out of the way. Let's see what
else you've got in the bag" I said.
She turned back to the table, rubbing her rock hard tits against my thigh. Her
hand gently fondled my limp slimy cock as I waited for her humiliation to
continue.
"I haven't seen these used before," she said as she pulled a pair of G-clamps
from underneath the cloth on the table, "and I don't know what I should do with
them. I'm sure that they could be really nasty if they were in the wrong hands.
But if someone with the proper experience was to show a little girl like me what
to do, I'm sure I would never forget the lesson."
Fucking hell. She was really good. My cock was starting to recover already and
it seemed that I should start the lesson now. "Yeah," I said. "These are
special clamps to give you nice hard tits. You won't need no 'push-up' bra with
these babies. And once they're on you've got the added bonus of a couple of
good handles for me to grip onto. Come here, give me your tits and I'll show
you how they work."
She swallowed hard and sat up on the floor and put her hands behind her head to
thrust her breasts towards me.
"I'd love to have big firm tits like those models, sir." she pouted "You've
already made my breasts much better than they were and I love the colour, but I
would be so grateful if you maker them even bigger. Will these clamps really
make my tits push out hard so that I can show them off to the boys? I hope they
hurt as well. When my tits hurt my nipples get really hard and my cunt gets so
wet and I get all tingly. I like that. Can you make my tits hurt, sir. Please
do it, sir."
I reached down and positioned the clamp ends around the underside of her left
tit, and started to turn the screw. As it squeezed her flesh from underneath
the top of her breast began to stand even further out from her chest and even
though the rubber band round the nipple was cutting off the blood supply, the
pressure of the clamp forced the bud to become even more engorged. Once the
clamp was attached firmly enough to hold on its own, I placed the other clamp on
her right breast and repeated the action.
"Oh god, that hurts, sir." she moaned the words with a sweet tone as if she was
getting her clit licked, instead of having her tits tortured. "Do it some more
please. My tits look so lovely when they push out like that. All the boys will
love them, sir. I'd love to get the football team to look, and if they get even
bigger I'm sure they would pay attention to me."
"Don't you worry, you little fuck slut. They'll be lots bigger before we
finish. All the boys will be wanting to get their hands on them. And the more
they grab and maul them, the more they will hurt."
She had moved both hands to my cock and was gently jacking it back to rock
hardness. One hand at the base and the other gently encircling the head. I
started tightening the clamps, sometimes together, sometimes separately so that
one tit got bigger than the other before I evened up the pressure again. The
clamps were squeezing her already swollen breasts from beneath, taking her flesh
to a hardness that was like bone. The nipples were so rigid I wasn't sure if I
would be able to squeeze them to increase her agony. Fucking hell, she was a
sight. The two G-clamps hanging from beneath her breasts, the dark red colour
of her skin, the distorted shape of her tits and the throbbing nipples that
seemed to be pulsing visibly, made her look like some masochistic cartoon from a
porno computer game.
The whole time she kept on talking. I reckoned it was to stop herself crying.
If she could keep thinking up words to go with the show then she could try to
ignore the pain. If she stopped to think about what was happening she would
realise the full extent of the agony she was going through.
"Oh, they're really getting big now, sir. And they hurt so much. Hurt so good.
My cunt's all wet. My cunt juices are starting to drip down my thighs. You're
a real expert, sir. Will you keep showing me how to look good? Look at my
nipples. They're huge. I hope they don't burst. The boys will love my tits
like this. But they do hurt so much. I'll let the boys feel them and then they
will like me. They might let me get their cocks out if I let them play with my
tits. My cunt needs cocks to stop the tingling feelings. Would you help me,
sir? Please help my cunt. It needs to be rubbed. Please, sir, please rub my
cunt while you squeeze my tits."
My cock was getting really hard again as I reached the limit that I could turn
the clamp screws. The clamps just wouldn't squeeze the flesh any tighter, and I
knew the bruising would be with her for weeks. The thought of how her tits
would look in the morning sent another quiver through my cock, which she still
gently caressed. I hoped Paul would let me come back again soon so I could work
on those bruises.
I ignored her pleas for relief for her hot cunt and sat back to study her body.
"OK slut, lesson one is over. That's the best way to use G-clamps. Now its
time for lesson two. Let's show you how to use a stapler."
Chapter 7
"You're doing good, slut," said Paul, who was sitting watching as he stroked his
hard cock, "Keep it up and maybe Lucy won't be joining us ... just yet."
She smiled gratefully at him as she stood up, straddled my legs and reached down
for my raging hard-on. Her right hand stroked it some more and then edged it
into position at the lips of her dripping cunt. She may not have been a real
pain slut, but I've never come across any woman whose pussy didn't juice up when
her tits were as engorged as hers.
"Oh sir, I so want your cock to help me. Please take me. You'll love it in my
warm box. I can squeeze you so well if your cock is in my pussy. Mr Paul has
taught me how to make it really good for you. You won't even have to move.
I'll do all the work. I promise you'll love it, sir. Please let me have your
cock. My cunt is dying for it. Please sir. Pretty please .."
Shit. This woman was something else. Her tits were now going beyond dark red
to a deep purple shade. In half an hour or so they would be permanently
damaged. Her nipples were like fucking bullets as they brushed against my
chest. Her asshole had been whipped and fucked. She had been throating cock on
and off for two hours. Her cunt lips were swollen from the beating I'd dished
out only moments before.
But in spite of the pain, in spite of the threat to her children, and in spite
of her desperate need for relief, the little slut was teasing me. Her hand
moved my cock head backwards and forwards through the dripping lips of her cunt,
and on every stroke she managed to get some small relief by rubbing her clit.
"If you fuck me I'll beg you to use the stapler. Please help me, sir. My cunt
really needs you and I want to show you how much I've learned. You've taught me
so much already and it's only fair that I repay you. You'll love it, sir. I'll
show you such a good time if you'll only stick your beautiful cock inside me.
Please, sir. Please do me, sir. If you cum inside me I'll let you show me how
to use any tools you want. I'll have to scream when you do, but I know you
won't mind because you're such a wonderful teacher. Please, sir. Fuck me. You
know you want to. Please, please."
There was no way I could resist. My cock was rock hard again and her pleading
and teasing had me almost begging to be fucked. I was so far gone I didn't seem
to be in control anymore. At that moment she was the master and if she had told
me to beg, I would have.
"Alright, slut, fuck that cock." was all I could manage to say, and she slowly
slid down my throbbing shaft until I was in to the hilt. She was burning
inside. It felt like my cock had entered molten lava. Her gasp of pleasure at
the first real relief she had received since we had arrived that morning was
genuine, but she didn't start to fuck herself on my rod or even push her clit
down onto me to increase her pleasure. Instead she put all her effort into
giving me pleasure. I sat back in the chair and felt the ripples of ecstasy as
her cunt began to squeeze and release my cock.
As she clenched and gripped my dick with her hot pussy she reached back, picked
up the stapler and started to suck the handle. Now, 'woman sucking stapler' is
not normally a big turn-on for me, but right then, knowing what I was going to
do to her later, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Again my mind was
blown away by what this slut was doing. She wasn't only letting me hurt her,
she wasn't just participating in her own torture, she was fucking organising the
whole thing. And yet from her earlier performance and the way she had begged
Paul not to let me near her, I was certain she wasn't doing any of it willingly.
God knows what Paul had done to her mind. How he had managed to enslave her to
this extent I couldn't understand. Years later I told the story to a woman I
fucked on a fairly regular basis and she said that it was because she was
protecting her kids. Women are like that - just stupid sluts, I suppose.
Her lips sucking the stapler, the slut look on her face, the vision of what was
going to happen to her in the next few moments and the incessant contractions of
her cunt walls on my cock sent me over the edge again. I grabbed her tits and
mauled them as hard as I could as my spunk jetted deep into her cunt. Wave upon
wave of pleasure hit me as her sweet body milked everything I had in my balls.
Her screams of agony as I worked over her tits and swollen nipples, just added
to the fire as my painslut got what she wanted.
The sweat was pouring off me as my breathing returned to normal. I had hardly
moved physically but the orgasm had been so intense that I was having trouble
getting my mind back on track.
I slowly squeezed her purple rock hard tits as I came back down to earth. "Suck
it, bitch," I said. I was back in control and I still had to finish her
lessons.
She climbed off my dick, put down the stapler and knelt between my legs. Her
mouth immediately engulfed my slowly softening cock and gently sucked her cunt
juice off. Backing off and lifting my cock so she could lick down to my balls,
she sighed as though she had been the one to have all the fun. "Thank you, sir.
Oh thank you, thank you. That was wonderful, sir. You're so good at fucking.
I'll tell all the girls in class how good you are. I'll get them so jealous
they'll all want to be fucked by you. Thank you, sir, thank you .."
Chapter 8
Paul and I sat back and relaxed. The only sound was the slut's mouth slurping
away on my dick. Paul pointed to his watch and mouthed "One hour. Kids.
Home". I realised that we would have to hurry if the last part of the session
was going to be as enjoyable as the rest. Paul had told me that her children
knew nothing of their mother's double life. Paul was still 'nice Uncle Paul' to
the girls and, for now, that's how he wanted it to stay. Whether her wanker of
a husband knew what was going on Paul didn't care, although it was difficult to
believe that he didn't notice the whip marks and bruises.
"Right slut," I said, "back on that table only bent over it on your belly this
time."
"Oh sir," she moaned, licking my prick as she tried to keep it in her mouth,
"please let me keep sucking your cock. It's so beautiful. So big. So good for
a little girl like me"
She was wasting time. She may have got the stapler but she knew what it would
do to her flesh if I used it. One more cum from my well used cock and she
probably reckoned she would be safe. There wouldn't be much time before her
children came home and she knew Paul always allowed her to change and compose
herself before the girls came through the door. If only she could delay the
last act of this play she might get away without the final agonies I wanted to
inflict on her body.
Her only problem was that both Paul and I knew this and we weren't going to let
the climax of the show pass out of our reach.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my cock. I reached for the whip that was
on the table and slashed it down onto her tits. Her hands shot forward to try
to protect her swollen breasts from any more pain. Her scream was deafening.
"You fucking little piece of shit." I shouted "You will do what you are fucking
told and do it now. Move those fucking hands or I'll fucking cut them off. Put
them behind your head. And stop that bawling. If you can't remember what you
are meant to be doing then perhaps I'll get that fucking little Anna to remind
you. When my cock breaks into her sweet tight virgin ass I will be telling her
that it's only happening because her useless fucking slut of a mother couldn't
carry out a simple fucking instruction. Now get on that fucking table."
Her hands moved away from her throbbing breasts and she placed them on the back
of her head. I still held her tight by her hair as I continued to shout at her.
"Stick those fucking tits out, slut, and see if you can guess what to say next.
No second chances. Say the wrong thing and you lose a tit and Anna gets my
cock. Come on, bitch. You've been slut-talking all fucking day. Now you're
really going to beg or you're dead. What do you fucking want?"
"God .. please, please .. no .. please .. I .. I can't .. I .."
She was losing it. Perhaps the suffering was too much even for her. The strain
she had been under for most of the day was coming to a head and she was reaching
the point where the pain was driving her over the top."
"I .. please .. no .. I .. want .. no .. no more .. please .. please .."
Shit, I thought. Oh well. Might as well finish her off and wait for the kids.
We could have some serious fun with three young cunts and from what Paul had
said her husband would be easy to subdue when he got home.
Paul had other thoughts. He hadn't worked on this bitch for months to let an
unthinking bastard like me fuck it up. Sometimes I wonder why he lets me join
in with some of his fun. He leant forward and whispered in her ear.
"Calm down, Judy, it's only a bit of pain. You can do it. Just a bit of fun
for Paul and his mate. It'll be over soon ... but he does mean it. He's
already done time for rape and only just avoided a murder charge. Think it
through. A little bit more pain and the girls will be safe. If he gets his
hands on Anna she won't live through the night. Only you can save her, and you
are doing really well so far. Don't make a mess of it know. It would be so
pointless. Think of what you've been through already. It would have been for
nothing. One last effort and it will be over. The girls will be safe. We'll
have gone. And you know that your body will recover. Come on Judy, you can do
it."
Paul was hitting all the right buttons. If he ever wanted to stop being a
pervert I'm sure he'd be a major success as a sports coach, urging his team on
as they go out for the last quarter when they're 15 points down.
She gulped in air and managed to stop crying. You could see her brain working
it through as Paul looked at me and silently indicated that I should do nothing
for the next couple of minutes. I stood still, holding her hair in one hand,
the whip in the other. And then it came.
She clasped her hands tight together behind her head, pushed her tits forward,
looked up at me and pleaded for more agony.
"Please sir .. please sir .. please could you whip me .. please .. please whip
my tits .. I'd love it if you could hurt them some more .. it will make you hard
again, sir .. please use my tits for your pleasure .. they're yours .. hurt them
.. whip them .. please .."
Paul stood up, smiled, winked at me and said "Well if that's what she wants
...."
I didn't hesitate. The whip came crashing down on her exposed breasts. The
stretched, vulnerable flesh showed the marks immediately and small droplets of
blood oozed from the stripes that lined up across her poor tortured mounds. I
gave each tit five strokes with the whip as she cried out in pain. Each gasp of
agony was cut short as she desperately tried to keep her sanity and her
children's innocence.
"OH GOD .. Oh .. please .. more .. hit me again .. the pain's so good ..
OOOOOHHHHHH .. yes .. harder .. please .. please .. AAARRRGGGGHHHH .. it's ..
it's .. it's so good, sir .. please .. more .."
Fuck knows how she kept it up, but she did, and in response my cock started to
harden yet again. I pulled her up from her kneeling position by her hair and
pushed her towards the table.
"Bend over it, slut, now." I ordered her, and she obediently got into position
with her hips tight up against one end of the table. Her swollen tits, still in
the grip of the clamps, stopped her lying flat but that wasn't a problem to me.
I picked up the carpet stapler and walked to where her nipples were touching the
tabletop.
"Now, slut, " I said as I looked into her eyes "the final lesson might make you
move about a bit, so I think now is the time that we should show you exactly how
to use this tool. It's a stapler. It's used for fixing things down. What
could we fix down with these?"
Her eyes were blank, and although she tried to use the right slutty words she
was obviously struggling again. Also, for the first time she didn't come up
with the right answer. I mean, fucking silly cow, it was fucking obvious, but
the stupid slut obviously wasn't thinking straight. Perhaps she had something
else on her mind.
"My hands, sir." she said "If my hands were fixed down then I couldn't move and
I would be nice and still for the last lesson."
"God you're a dumb fuck" I laughed. "If your hands are fixed down what's going
to hold your ass open when I bugger you. You don't think I'm going to touch
your butt, do you? My hands are going to be busy elsewhere. No wonder you're
bottom of the fucking class. I bet Anna would have got the answer right."
She began to cry. It wasn't the pain, although that must have been
excruciating. It wasn't the prospect of the new agonies that were going to be
hers in a very short time. It was the humiliation. Of all the pathetic things
to blub about when your body is being used as a DIY demonstration, she was
fucking crying because we thought she was more stupid than her little baby
daughter. I told you women were stupid.
"Arch your back so your chest is pushed forward" I told her. "That's right. I
want to see your stomach flat on the table, the clamps touching the table, your
head up and those nipples as close as possible to the table top. Now, because
you're a stupid slut who knows fuck all, I'm going to have to do this lesson
twice. Ready bitch?"
I don't think she had actually worked out what was about to be fixed down to the
table. To be honest, I'm not sure her brain could hold any thought for longer
than a few seconds without being distracted by the searing fire coming from her
tits. Paul knew, of course, and moved forward to hold her hands tightly up
behind her head, pushing her tits out even further.
I put the stapler in position on her swollen nipple and squeezed the trigger.
As the staple speared through her engorged teat into the table three things
happened. My cock took a massive lurch upright - I couldn't believe how turned
on I was so soon after my last cum, Paul dropped his body onto hers to prevent
her pulling away, and she went fucking ballistic. She desperately tried to
wrench herself free from the searing torment that lanced through her brain from
her raw, swollen, hypersensitive nipple. Her screams were music to our ears.
Her hands and arms nearly escaped from Paul's strong grip as she frantically
attempted to reach for her white hot, pain filled nipple to somehow ease her
suffering.
"Lesson one." I said, and grabbed her hair to raise her head and shoulders back
up off the table. Placing the stapler carefully on her other teat I repeated
the act of torture. Her reaction was only slightly less than the first time.
"Lesson two. Do you understand, slut? Are you learning?" I smiled into her
face. "Have you learnt what this tool is for? Remember, if you try to move you
will rip your nipples open. They will be sliced apart. And no amount of
surgery will sew them back together. Right now they're just punctured - people
pay to have their nipples pierced and that's what you just got. Of course, not
many people have a table as a nipple decoration, most people go for a ring but
then, most people aren't stupid little fuck-toy pain-sluts.
Her reddened eyes stared back at me. "Y .. Yes .. sir .. I understand .. I
won't move .. I promise .. please get it over with .. please .. "
"Good girl. Now, the final lesson is coming up and I don't want to hear any
backchat. Understand?"
"Yes sir. I'll be good and learn my lessons. Please show me what to do.
Please do it now. Please make it end."
I moved to the other end of the table.
Chapter 9
Paul kept hold of her hands behind her back as she dropped her head and tried
desperately not to move her breasts which were now just balls of pain. She
could no longer distinguish between the different types of agony that came from
her breasts. She had no thoughts left in her head about which part of her tits
hurt worst. The bindings round her tits, the rubber bands on her nipples, the
cuts left by the whipping, the pressure of the clamps, or the final stapling of
her nipples to the table. All she knew was the unending agony from her purple,
swollen tits. The tiniest movement, a sob in her throat, Paul re-adjusting his
grip on her hands, even her own breathing caused more waves of searing anguish
to erupt in her tortured flesh.
"That's not going to work," Paul said, "I want your head up so I can use your
mouth. Hold on a second, Rob, just let me get that rope and I'll sort her out
at this end. Don't start your fun down there at her ass until I've got the slut
properly trussed."
He let go of her arms and grabbed the rope. He grabbed the two bunches of hair
at the side of her head that were still trying to give her a schoolgirl look,
and tied them and the rope together. He jumped onto the table and looped the
rope over the pretend chandelier light over the table and then tied it off. Her
head was now stretched upwards with her tits nailed to the table.
"Don't pull too hard, slut," he warned her as he gripped her arms again, "the
light won't take too much strain and you'll have a problem explaining to hubby
how it got pulled out of the ceiling. OK, Rob, seems like we're all ready at
this end. Off you go."
I stood between her legs and kicked her feet further apart. Reaching down I
roughly forced two fingers up her sloppy cunt and played around for a short
while. Her cunt was still aroused with the entrance folds puffed up and
begging. She didn't have a clue what was about to happen as I carefully took
one of her cunt lips and placed it against the edge of the table. The staple
gun fired its steel pain-maker through the soft flesh into the table. Before
the agony really hit her I did a second fixing to make sure that she was really
secure.
She jerked massively and tried to scream but, just like earlier, we had got her
to the point where her vocal chords didn't seem to be working correctly.
Panting frantically as she realised that any movement caused torment beyond her
understanding, she tried to keep her body still.
"Hey slut," I said, "Nearly there now. Just got to fix the other side of your
pussy, give you a bit of a fucking and then its over. But you've been slacking.
I haven't heard any begging or slut-talk from you for fucking ages. If we're
going to put all this effort into giving you what you want, the least you can do
is to join in."
"Uuuhhh .. uuhh .. oh god .. noooo .. pleeease .. please .. "
"No more warnings, slut. Either you start to get with it or I'm going to enjoy
every hole Anna's got. Which is it to be ? Either you start loving it and tell
us all about it, or Anna becomes a fuck-bunny."
"Oh no .. please .. please .. no .. I can't .. I can't take any more .. it's too
much .. it hurts so much .. pleeease, no .. I .. I .. "
"Fucking great." I laughed "Paul, is this under-age piece of tail blond or
brunette. I can't fucking wait. How old is she? Seven? Eight? God they
scream so good at that age when I bust their cherries. Its amazing how they
have different screams for a busted cunt cherry and a busted ass cherry. And
when those torn pre-teen lips and crying mouth try to clean the shit off my cock
it always makes me hard again. Who needs this fucked up old slag anyway? Juicy
fresh cunt is going to be mine tonight."
"Noooo .. noooo .. please .. fuck me .. don't fuck Anna .. please do me .. I'll
do it .. I'll do it .."
There was a long pause and then she was back on the case.
" .. Please sir .. fix my cunt properly .. use me .. whip me .. fuck me ..
bugger me .. teach me to be good .. fuck me again .. my cunt needs to be fucked
.. my tits hurt so much .. it's lovely .. all this pain .. give me more .. give
me your cock, sir .. please staple my cunt so I don't move .. please do it ..
pleeeease .."
I reached down to her cunt, placed the other fold against the table and fired
the gun twice more. She jerked as the staples spiked through her flesh but kept
talking through her pain.
" .. AAARRRGGGHHH ... oh, sir .. so good .. so .. hurts so much .. more .. oh
god .. give me more .. use my cunt .. use me .. oh god .. fuck me .."
"Nearly right, slut. But it's not your cunt I want. I've already had that
today. I think I'll take some asshole now. So, if you would care to reach back
with those pretty little hands and make sure that I can see what I'm aiming at,
we can all start to enjoy ourselves."
She moved her arms slowly back to her buttocks, trying not to move her body
against the agonising fixings at her cunt and nipples. Grasping her cheeks, she
spread her ass wide for its second invasion of the day.
Paul walked round to join me and take in the view. Her head was stretched
upwards by the rope, and her neck muscles were straining around her throat.
When Paul began to shaft her mouth it would be easy to penetrate to his full
depth. Blood still trickled slowly from the whip marks on her breasts, which
were now swollen to an unnatural size. Rock hard and now almost black, her
tortured tits were fixed firmly to the table by the staples through her nipples.
The teats seemed to be slowly pulsating as little rivulets of blood oozed from
the holes where the steel had fired it way through her precious buds.
Through the remains of her blouse and skirt, which had been partly whipped and
torn during the torture session, her body shone with sweat as if it had been
oiled and her hands had difficulty gripping her ass cheeks which still bore the
marks of the beating Paul had given her. Her feet, held at their unnatural,
pointed angle by the stiletto heeled shoes that she still wore, were stretched
wide apart. Her thighs were striped with the whipping I had enjoyed so much and
her exposed cunt was swollen and glistening. The lips of her pussy now
stretched wide apart and cruelly stapled to the table edge. Her swollen,
vulnerable, beaten asshole was being exposed by her still unmarked hands, ready
for my cock to add to her own private hell.
"Not bad," said Paul. "Not subtle, but not fucking bad. I should bring you
along more often. It's good to get more variety don't you think, slut? Now, as
you seem to be very short on saliva again, I'll just get a bit of juice on my
cock so that it doesn't hurt when it rams down your pretty little neck."
I stepped back as he moved between her thighs and slid his dick straight up her
cunt. I picked up the whip and waited for my turn. She hardly moved as he
pumped her pussy a few times before withdrawing and walking round to her face.
"Lucky girl," he smiled down at her, "Not just cock, but cock with extra
flavour. Your love juice, some old spunk and a bit of blood to finish it off.
Now lets see how good you are at getting a final load out of my balls. Anything
you want to say before we start?"
Some of her enthusiasm had gone but the words still came out about right. "Oh
god .. please .. fuck me .. both of you .. finish it .. I want you to cum in me
.. please .. do it quickly .. do it now .. fuck me .. use me .. "
Paul slid his cock into her mouth and thrust forward. He was in her throat with
only one shove and then he started to slowly fuck her face. I pushed my dick
into her gaping cunt to get the lubrication that I was going to need, then
pulled back and waited until Paul was in to the hilt. Her ass seemed to be
begging for it as I smashed the whip down onto her poor raw hole, just as Paul
had done earlier. Paul's face told me that the gagging sensation it forced from
her throat as she tried to scream around his invading cock was sending him into
ecstasy.
Her hands somehow maintained their grip on her buttocks as I hit her pouting
anus twice more. Then I couldn't stand it any more. My cock took over from my
brain and almost dragged itself into her tortured swollen hole. I lunged
forward as my cock desperately sought the relief it needed in her tortured
bowels. Paul grabbed her hair as I whipped her back and we pounded her hard
from both ends. Even though we had both cum already and we both wanted to make
the pleasure last, it was obvious that this last climax was going to be on us in
a rush. We almost came together, the urge to fill the slut with spunk was just
too great, and the pleasure was over too soon. Exhausted, sweating but grinning
like Cheshire cats we looked at each other across her battered body.
"Fucking great, man, just fucking fantastic."
We slowly eased our cocks from her tortured holes and relaxed as Judy lay
panting on the table. Paul wandered off but soon came back with a knife, her
purse and a pair of pliers. He cut the rope holding her head, left the pliers
and purse on the table and started to get dressed.
"Hey, slut," he said, "better get yourself together. Kids will be home soon and
you always have a drink and a biscuit waiting for them."
"You fucking bastards," she wept as she reached for the pliers, "you BASTARDS.
Get out of my home. I hate you. I fucking hate you."
"Now, now," Paul laughed, "You know that's not what you really mean. I could've
sworn you were begging for it earlier. And don't forget those wonderful videos
I've got. It's just a shame we weren't able to film this little love-fest.
Hubby would have enjoyed this one."
"You bastard. You know I don't want any of this crap" she sobbed. "Please stop
doing this to me. Please. I'll pay you. I'll give you whatever you want.
Please get out of my life."
She placed the pliers around one nipple staple and started to lever the steel
out of the table and her engorged teat. "AAAARRRRGGGGHHH .. oh shit .. oh
fucking hell .." she cried as one breast was freed from the table. She
clenched her teeth and pulled out the other staple, causing herself yet more
pain as she slowly released her fixed tit and tried to stand up so she could
reach her cunt.
Paul laughed "You were right with two out of three. You will pay me just like
we agreed - 200 a fuck. You must remember. It was only three weeks ago that
you were begging me to start taking money for my time and trouble." He smiled
at me, "I'm sure you wouldn't want to go back on your word, even if you were
hanging upside down with your clit being stretched at the time. Now, let me see
I came twice and you managed to get three loads out of Rob, so a cool thousand
will do it. Hope you went to the bank earlier like I told you. As for giving
me whatever I want - again you're dead right. Anytime, anyplace, any fucking
way I want it. Don't ever forget that. But get out of your life - no way.
This is just too good to leave. If you weren't so good at it I might have
finished with you by now, but then I'd also have finished with your darling
little daughters too, and I wouldn't have left much that was recognisable. So,
all in all you're probably doing the right thing. Now slut, where's the cash?"
She faced Paul and spat at him "Bastard, bastard, bastard."
But she picked up her purse, got out ten crisp 100 notes and gave them to Paul.
"Please. I can't keep this up much longer. I'm close to breaking. It's too
much. Please, leave me alone. My husband's starting to ask where the money's
going."
"Stupid bitch," was Paul's answer, "stop fucking whining and sort yourself out.
I'll call you in a couple of days and we'll have a little chat about my next
visit. You ready, Rob, time we were off."
I was trying to dress slowly so that I could watch the show. The sight of her
carefully pulling staples out of her body as she grimaced and flinched was
really sweet, and I was hoping I could delay our departure until she cut the
string round her tits. But Paul was insistent.
"Bye, slut, see you soon. Give my love to the children .. or else I will." and
we were gone.
