Porn story with the theme of "forced". Author's debut, reviews needed

[-AlexNova-]

Evolution

Part 1: Denial and Anger.

___ Around the age of 20, I began to understand that in sex I was much more interested in the emotional component, rather than purely physical. Regular sex with a simply beautiful body became boring by about 25. At some point I even realized that I was more interested not in the fact of “getting a girl into bed,” but in making me fall head over heels in love with myself, or something - for a change! ? Several times it even happened that after two or three dates he offered to go out of town with me for the weekend and after agreeing, he lost all interest in the girl, because then it would be the same thing! No, it will be great, but still not as cool as I imagine, so why waste time? Some people may not understand my spoiled behavior, but people never appreciate what they have; I always easily got the attention of girls. I am sincerely shocked to learn that some people don’t get sucked, don’t swallow, are terrorized in relationships by sex - men, but what’s wrong with you? Do you value yourself that low? This is precisely why they behave this way with you - this is a constant uncontrolled test at the subconscious level in a relationship on the part of a woman! Well, oh well...

___ After the 2000s, the Internet not only appeared as a phenomenon everywhere, but was also saturated with all kinds of content: the problem was not a lack of information, but only a personal lack of understanding of what exactly you need to search. And everything could be found! My mini discovery was sex stories, namely the “forced” section. If at the age of 15 I could calmly “distort” 15 times a day, otherwise I would be “torn” with energy from within and this would lead to an outburst of excessive, difficult-to-control aggression, then by the age of 30, before the opening of the “forced” section, my needs decreased to 3- 5 times a day. Then I again returned to the level of my 15-year-old age. It turned out that the matter is not at all in some “natural” age-related drop in testosterone, but in boredom from everyday life - even despite all the successful temporary attempts to add color by tying the girl up, using toys and even impaling her on a bottle during the final blowjob, when she sits on her haunches with her legs spread, leaning her back against the wall, and I literally plow her throat with my dick, while the expanding neck of the bottle standing on the floor sinks more and more into her due to the weakening of the muscles of the legs, which are in such an uncomfortable position... and not enough Moreover, not only physical dominance is important, but also moral: first we go to the supermarket together, where I insist that she personally choose a bottle of wine of the “correct” shape for herself for the upcoming act. Of course, every time at such a moment I heard something like: “Are you crazy?”, but in the end, always after just a couple of hours, her completely obedient throat accepted my penis with her lips, which were wetted with one or two tears from the received between legs of pain, which sometimes had to be achieved by simultaneously pressing down her shoulders with my hands. They say that only women can have multiple orgasms - it’s not true, at such a moment I periodically came twice with a break of literally a second or two! Simultaneous pain and obedience - it turns out that this turned me on so much.

___ But I didn’t advance beyond this level! Whatever one may say, I can say that I sincerely loved all my partners, and love also implies responsibility. To hurt, especially if she likes it, yes, but to injure her, no way! Weak strangulation, not very strong slaps, a slight pull of the hair tied into a bun in my fist - I responsibly could not afford more. This is a line that I was not going to cross, for fear of falling into the abyss with all the ensuing consequences... which really infuriated me, because I again came across a subconscious barrier.

Part 2: Bargaining and Depression

___ Because of what was previously described internal conflict, I began to move away from my “other halves”. For me, it was easier to jerk off, immersed in my deep fantasies while reading another sex story, than to routinely have sex with all its most banal “as a carbon copy” side moments, such as forgetting panties in the most unobvious places, at the end with stroking and supposedly innocent thoughts about a future together... or the evening doorbell, where I was greeted “as I like” naked in only a coat and a handbag held wide open with my hands! Well, maybe not completely naked, but perhaps only in stockings and a “half-length” demi bra showing open nipples. Again, the first 10 times it was cool, even amazing, but then I got used to it and I was already more internally angry from such surprises, because I had just gotten ready to watch some interesting video on YouTube after the recent “distortion”, and then start working? Yes, exactly work. I understand that this sounds loud, and I’m deliberately exaggerating, but that’s pretty much it! Firstly, this means that tomorrow morning I will have to take her home or to work, despite all her assurances that she will take a taxi again - I can’t do that, this is my principle! And since I live relatively far outside the city near a forest lake, the journey there and back will not be fast and will take at least 2 hours through the traffic jams of the capital city. And secondly, even if the “friend” is in the car herself, then she will receive maximum emotions, which, in fact, she came for, and I will only get half of it, because this will be refined sex in my understanding. I understand that this is just a matter of point of view, but still I was pressed by a certain realization that in this “deal” I was not the maximum beneficiary and it would be better if no one got you than this. Dog in the manger? Yes, but we have what we have. It’s like the joke where a patient is asked if he suffers from alcoholism, to which he replies that no, he enjoys it. So I, in some perverted form, suffered and enjoyed... but I suffered!

___ It all ended with me withdrawing into myself and stopping free communication not only with women, but also with male friends. Women can only offer sex that is sterile in my understanding, and men are worried about drinking mixed with degenerate conversations about geopolitics and complete ignorance of historical facts, but only a superficial division of the world into white and black, good and bad, Us and Them... and so on! Damn, sometimes we studied at the same school, you were excellent students, and I was a C student - how is it that since then I’ve learned a ton of things, and you not only didn’t learn anything new, but even forgot the school curriculum? And everyone has a beer belly!? What’s the point of having a new Mercedes, you’re a degenerate in life!? Yes, you have achieved more than 90% of the even greater degenerates, but what makes you stop, because the measure of success should not be others around, but you yourself of yesterday? And then they complain that their children don’t respect them, their wives cheat on them, and in general the whole world is not fair! No, the world is always fair... with its indifference!

Chapter 3: Acceptance.

___ It seems that all my relationships with the weaker sex took place only in idle time, however, after the final cessation of communication with women, I was surprised by the carload of free time that appeared, which somehow naturally ended up being realized in the final organization of a completely own business without companions . Nothing in life is as intoxicating as success, and even the realization of this does not protect you from the final clouding of your mind that you deserve more: an almost hundredfold increase in income within a year, and even with the prospect of confident growth, made me think about admitting the idea of ​​realizing my previously hidden desires.

___ It’s one thing when during sex the phase inevitably flows into an imitation of almost rape with the merciless squeezing of a woman’s breast into a fist, the rough chiselling of all her holes suitable for a penis... her feigned plea to stop (here my compliments, of course) and with the simultaneous feeling in my dick that she is flowing and cumming every 30 seconds for the 6th time in a row, while I force myself to think about the design of a complex multi-link suspension in my car, so as not to cum instantly at that moment , after all, I have never used a condom in my life, which, by the way, as a bonus, always weeded out the easy women when I made my choice and the fact that I was the only one among all my friends who ended up never being infected with anything... and it’s a completely different matter when you do everything like the same thing, only without imitation, but when actually raping, you calmly allow yourself to painfully squeeze her breast with your fist and mercilessly hammer one by one into all the holes, and she begs you to stop?

___ Conditional Unlimited funds first led to the idea of ​​building a new house on the site. My fanatical adherence to the principle “if you want something done well, then do it yourself” forced me to learn the basics of laying the foundation, distributing power cables, the correct geometry of air ducts, water pipes and floor heating pipes with connections to and from the boiler room, and it turns out that a certain level of their inclination is necessary in just over a week. Plus, the fewer people know about all this, the better they will sleep. Again, thanks to the Internet for the opportunity to learn at this level, and for free! Through an acquaintance of an acquaintance, another acquaintance managed to hire as an assistant a smart and handy builder from Poland, whose team had just completed a project in my country. After the offered amount, he happily stayed, telling the old team that he would take a vacation. In a month and a half of 12-13 hours of daily work with just the two of us, except for moments with a crew of crane operators at some stage of roof construction, we managed to finish the one-story house of my dreams... with a wonderful studio-type basement, which had a huge bath, a luxurious kitchen, huge bed, mini gym. Just once my assistant asked why all this needs to be duplicated so richly on the main floor and in the basement, to which I replied that I’m not a fan of windows and there’s no point in building a house on two floors when you can get the same thing conditionally with one floor - my answer is quite arranged and he even nodded his head in agreement.

___ Then the plan moved into the final and most important stage! Progress does not stand still: on the one hand, the same Internet helped me with knowledge like nothing ever before in the history of mankind, on the other hand, progress could ultimately destroy me with the presence of passive phone tracking through cell towers and road safety cameras. I knew that, as they say, you shouldn’t “mess up” where you live, so I decided to look for the fulfillment of my desires in a neighboring town. It was summer outside, which provided a convenient opportunity to see girls walking around, open to public display, without any fur coats or coats to hide their figures.

[Cyrus Tabor]

Hard to read. And your thoughts jump in different directions, like hares in a clearing. And the sentences are so long that by the time you get to the end of the phrase, you will lose its beginning. Here is an example of how you should never write:

It turned out that the matter is not at all in some “natural” age-related drop in testosterone, but in boredom from everyday life - even despite all the successful temporary attempts to colors by tying up the girl, using toys and even impaling her on a bottle during the final blowjob, when she squats with her legs spread leaning against the wall, and I literally pound her throat with my dick while the expanding neck of the bottle standing on the floor , sinks more and more into it due to the weakening of the leg muscles, which are in such an uncomfortable position...

And it wouldn’t hurt to pass the text at least through Word, so that the spelling is not was so illiterate... But to be honest, Word won’t help here. Draft, I see outlines. There is no good creativity.

[Serg_A]

Hard to read. And your thoughts jump in different directions, like hares in a clearing. And the sentences are so long that by the time you get to the end of the phrase, you will lose its beginning. Here is an example of how you should never write:

It turned out that the matter is not at all in some “natural” age-related drop in testosterone, but in boredom from everyday life - even despite all the successful temporary attempts to colors by tying up the girl, using toys and even impaling her on a bottle during the final blowjob, when she squats with her legs spread leaning against the wall, and I literally pound her throat with my dick while the expanding neck of the bottle standing on the floor , sinks more and more into it due to the weakening of the leg muscles, which are in such an uncomfortable position...

And it wouldn’t hurt to pass the text at least through Word, so that the spelling is not was so illiterate... But to be honest, Word won’t help here. Draft, I see outlines. There is no suitable creativity.

Your arguments are killer, you can’t argue here. And I already wanted to be smart about the fact that there is not a single positive hero here.

[lesloss]

-AlexNova-, work on the mistakes and write a sequel ! In general, there is a plot, quite a lot! )

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 4: Action.

A neighboring town near the capital with a population of just under 8 thousand people. It’s quite a distance along the road route, but it takes about 10 minutes directly through the forest on a cross-country motorcycle. Little paradise. No multi-apartment panels, maximum 3-storey multi-apartment houses in the cottage style. The population is ideally characterized by the middle class, which means all the girls are as well-groomed as possible with proper nutrition from childhood. I beautifully painted the numbers on the motorcycle, changed two numbers and one letter, glued two bright red stripes on the sides to divert attention, and changed the stickers of the logos of the motorcycle brand. I changed the tires, which I found at an independent garbage dump outside the city - after the job, I will immediately remove all this and dispose of it.

I started hanging out at the local store - there was a bench there about 50 meters before the entrance. And there are also a bunch of benches nearby, but also at a distance of 50 meters between each one - good, there is no reason to sit down next to me and thereby take a closer look. A random drunk (and where are they not?) will also not fit, because it is clear that a biker on a cross bike is definitely not drinking at the moment and, in general, against all this, he will not give money for booze. The review from here, it should be noted, was amazing! And a lot of places to go.

An interesting feature of the modern world is that no one cares about each other: what for a new biker rides here, no one cares who it is. Everyone is tolerant, everyone is being pushed into the culture of “it’s none of your business, don’t interfere” - I think this makes it easier for the top to control us. Moreover, such behavior is not considered slavish obedience at all, but, on the contrary, good manners of high society, which everyone subconsciously strives for. Cool, the circle is closed: harvest the harvest, shear the sheep!!!

With my paranoia to do everything correctly and not get caught, despite the rather warm summer, I never took pictures helmet, I have never entered any store or other establishment in this city so as not to get caught on a nearby surveillance camera. Even a banal re-sticking of the logo of a motorcycle brand will never deceive even the most knowledgeable biker, but external observation from a camera from such a distance completely removes the individual small differences between different sneakers, and a large brand sticker can be seen. He didn’t sit still all day, but periodically rolled here and there. But not loudly - there is no need to irritate the neighbors, otherwise if you constantly drive, then the owners of good houses around, naturally with at least minimal connections in life, will complain in the right place and the police will simply stop me to check my documents, and then I will be potentially flagged as suspicious personality. And so I even nodded my helmet to local residents passing by and almost always everyone nodded back to me, although my face was not visible through the visor of the helmet. One man, apparently admiring motorcycle technology and thereby experiencing subconscious curiosity with unconscious affection, saw me again a few days later and was the first to nod in greeting! Great, that means I don’t cause suspicion or discomfort!

I understood that all this would take at least a week, but may last up to a month. It is theoretically possible to grab just anyone, even a fairly beautiful one, with a little luck on the very first day, but I was professionally cold-blooded, especially since I was counting on a one-time action with subsequent laying low.

By the way, what I didn’t expect was the lack of a phone with the Internet. Knowing about the complete tracking of all phones by triangulation of cell towers with subsequent archives for all citizens of the country (this costs nothing, this is a side effect of the work of cellular operators, because each of them always knows where you are plus/minus 50 meters, and with 5G technology ” up to a few centimeters, otherwise how would your phone receive an incoming call if the operator does not know where you are at which tower in the city at the moment) I did not take the phone with me, leaving it at home. At some moments I just didn’t know what to do with myself due to idleness. You also won’t be able to get a book unless there’s someone suitable in the viewing radius; then reading with a helmet on my head, I’d look stupid and suspicious. It will be necessary to buy an “mp3” player on the radio market and pump audio books into it, otherwise in the era of smartphones they have not been sold in our stores for a long time.

Chapter 5: Sudden Discovery.

A woman’s instinct works in an interesting way - they always need someone who doesn’t fucking need them at that moment. Moreover, the more the fuck they don’t need, the more they need that same one! Yes, and preferably right now! With all my relatively sexually depraved life, for example, I never received naked photographs with captions like “I want you,” there was always just a text in the style of “I can come if you want,” and here after being ignored on my part friends to the banal “Where have you gone?” it started: one even sent a video from a close-up angle of her thin spread legs in bright white lace stockings, contrasting with her tanned body, sitting on the neck of a champagne bottle. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew for sure from the small mole on my leg that the video was hers. I already mentioned earlier that I really liked this fetish, but I always understood that they were rather just meeting me and although they did it, they did it without enthusiasm, or something, but here... a couple of minutes after the sent video, which I already I checked it three times, another message comes: “at the meeting, I’m ready to sit on it completely.” Despite my, as it seemed, morally final reorientation towards the upcoming only really violent sex, I could not refuse this. The response message came immediately: “I’m at 22. I’ll take a taxi here and pay for it back tomorrow.” Even though he was in great excitement from the desire to literally tear her today, into a specially equipped rack for this purpose, a hook for hanging, metal phalluses of different diameters and aggressive forms of pimples, an antique silver pear expanding to the sides for torturing the vagina and anus, a homemade gynecological chair with restraints, a bed with loops for tying arms and legs, I did not take her to my basement, so as not to ask unnecessary questions. We limited ourselves to a studio bedroom-living room on the main floor. I will say this, despite the fact that the bottle of champagne brought to her was not the standard 0.75, but a shorter volume of only 0.4, it was almost the same width at the base with an even consistent expansion from the neck, so I boldly decided to pierce the uterus into this once insert it completely. When she put on only half of it, it became clear that because of her narrow vagina, she would not be able to go further than this conventional mark on her own and I needed to do something to help. She, to her credit, tried hard to achieve the promise of being impaled with jerks of her whole body. I came close to her, squatted down and hugged her with my arms at the inner bends of her knees, thanks to which her feet came off the floor and now she was hanging only with my support. I won’t say that I’m a straight bodybuilder, but I held her 45 kilograms with both hands without straining. Already with her legs raised up, I slowly lowered her and at the very end I even pushed her down until I felt that her body was resting on the floor. Taking a step back, I saw what I wanted: at the very bottom, between her legs that remained raised up, which she now held with her hands, only the barely visible edging of the bottom of a dark green bottle glittered near the floor - this was the maximum immersion. The view is amazing! Drops fell from her small breasts to the floor from her small, pointed nipples. At first I thought it was sweat, but then I looked at her face - tears were flowing like a river, already leaving abundant streaks of mascara on her cheeks. Despite all this, she did not make a single sound of pain. The highest submission... I roughly grabbed her hair with both hands, clenched her into fists and inserted my penis into her mouth, which had already opened in advance for what was to come. Literally after a few powerful strokes, I stopped as deep inside as I could, that only remembering this moment, and only later did I realize that even if I myself was almost in pain from the nose pressing strongly into my stomach, then what was it like for her... I powerfully came in her throat ! She had already been trained in this way more than once and helped me with controlled throat spasms, which made me immediately cum again without taking it out! After holding my penis inside for about five seconds, I slowly pulled it out, releasing her head, but instead of the usual instant inhalation and exhalation, due to holding her breath for such a long time, she waited another second or two, exhaled smoothly and inhaled just as smoothly, looking intently at me with tear-stained eyes.

What happened next was something I never expected: she said that she loved me very much and would always be ready for whatever I want! No, I’ve heard something like this more than once in a fit of passion, but here it was completely different. The level of meaningfulness of the statement was incredible. I repeat: I never had a relationship with a girl if I didn’t love her. Yes, I could love several at once, but I loved sincerely with all my heart. I love her too. I just had the best orgasm of my life. I realized my brightest fetish with the full penetration of a bottle - after all, that’s essentially why I started this whole story with the search for a desire slave in the basement, because I understood that without walking a very thin, near-criminal line, I wouldn’t be able to get this in a normal relationship . I mean, fetish games are games, but I always knew the limit. And then... She gave herself completely, and I took her completely. That same invisible wall of what is prohibited has disappeared. And I implemented it with her. Mixed feelings were felt: simultaneous disappointment in oneself from the violated principles of caution and never before experienced respect for her at a huge level with henceforth an eternal feeling of some kind of duty, gratitude?

She quickly fell asleep lying perpendicular at my feet. In the morning we had breakfast and she left. We never said a word to each other. But it’s interesting that there wasn’t any awkward tension, or what? And I would say it’s on both sides. I fell in love? Well, no, this has never happened. Being a rational person, I decided to just wait for a while without thinking about the past night, so that I could then think about everything with a fresh mind. In the meantime, this will help me... return to the plan!

Chapter 6: Flower.

Already on the fifth day from the start of the search, I visually knew 90% of all visitors to this store. Surprisingly, there were only five beauties of them, although I expected at least a hundred from such an area. Three were around 20 years old, but they were... there is even this joke on the Internet: they are the same - yes, they are good figures from birth, but it’s as if they have the same stylist, image maker, and so on. All from the celebrity wife clone factory. But two more were probably closer to 30, and maybe even a year or two older. Such older women seems to be not my format, especially for the desired purpose, but I myself was surprised by my desire, which awkwardly bulged through my thick biker pants. What’s the whole point here? At 20, almost everything is a matter of taste one way or another, but beauties are purely a matter of age. But by the age of 30 and beyond, there are only one beauties in such a way that one gets up at the mere sight of them, and maybe less often, and such women are real pearls. They remain chic well into their 40s. It’s immediately clear: her genetics are perfect, she takes care of herself, her partner is wealthy, she smells good, everything is always shaved without any reminders, luxury underwear, not a single mole on her body, without too much perfume, and so on...

I thought about her for another two hours, but then my heart sank. Moreover, I didn’t even immediately understand what happened. I looked around twice - nothing! What is it? Keeps stabbing! Is this really senile? It’s choking your throat! I was seriously scared... And then I saw Her! She is very young, but her age is indefinite: from 17 to 24. She is wearing an elegant light jacket that seems to hide her figure, but through the wide open zipper you can see her small breasts, thin arms and legs in bright striped knee socks the color of all the joys of summer. A short, snow-white T-shirt that ends well above a girl’s navel. Huge sunglasses covered half her head, but for some reason I knew she had a very beautiful face. She just must have a very pretty face! And also, to which my subconscious reacted only from a fleeting glance that lasted no more than a split second at the very beginning, she was all shining from the inside with the innocence of a flower from a fairy tale. The clarity of thought was clearer than ever - I must pick this flower. You can’t wait, what if she’s only here for one day?

Waiting for her to leave the store, trying in every possible way to It looked like I wasn’t looking in her direction, but she never looked at me... nothing, I’ll see enough more... I kept a huge distance and followed her. After a couple of blocks of sparsely built buildings, she turned the corner. Quietly he followed her, sometimes standing up on the motorcycle, which revealed her head rising and falling in time with the steps visible over the fence. I crouched down and looked around the corner and... how lucky I was! She headed not along the inhabited streets deep into the dacha areas, but along the forest sidewalk path, which was a purely pedestrian shortcut leading to the outskirts of the town and into its most elite part. There, even about 10 outlying houses are surrounded by a 4-meter fence and have one entrance with a guard through a booth with a barrier. But to do this, she will have to walk about one and a half kilometers. This forest path had a convenient curve of a very large radius, allowing me to see a couple of hundred meters in both directions at any point - so if something went wrong and uninvited guests showed up, I would have plenty of time to react. Nevertheless, having caught up with her, I drove past, then pressed the gas to get to the end of the path - just an extra minute. There’s no one there! I turn around and go in the opposite direction. She walks towards you with the joyful gait of almost a happy child on summer vacation. My heart skips a beat again from the proportions of her body and some hidden geometry of her gait. The adrenaline is off the charts like never before in my life, but the brain works commendably clearly! Approaching her, I take out a large red apple from my jacket pocket and, slowing down, gently throw it to her, loudly saying “Hey”! Purely instinctively, I read about this, this episode was even filmed in the movie Terminator 2, where Sarah Connor, escaping from the hospital, throws a bunch of keys to the guard and immediately knocks him down, because he was unknowingly distracted to catch them... It’s something like how people unknowingly catch someone falling from cactus shelves! Everything worked exactly as it should have: she catches the bone of discord and stops in confusion, not understanding what is happening here and how to react. At almost zero speed, I throw the bike to the right onto the soft ground, gently covered with spruce needles at the edge of the path, and I jump to the left right in front of it and, pulling off a syringe with an operating sedative suspended on a light clasp (thanks to a doctor I know and one thousand Baku ones), I inject it into the right place in bare neck. Fortunately, I even learned this technique from detailed videos on the Internet! God bless America and its good people who make videos about everything in the world. We also have a lot of such videos, but as a rule they are more from the series “how to fix a Moskvich with only blue electrical tape.” The girl loses consciousness, just instantly freely falling; I barely managed to catch her so as not to hit her head on the asphalt. According to the assurances given to me, this powerful sleeping pill is guaranteed to act for 15 minutes. Longer is possible, but dangerous given the small mass of the potential heroine of future pleasures. I lay it carefully on the ground. I run up to the bike, roll it up to the girl, and put it on the step. I lift the girl... and then the first problem, which for some reason I didn’t think about at all - how to carry her?

I have never ridden with unconscious passengers, because you need to hold on to the bike quite tightly, especially in the forest paths at a decent speed. Reduce speed? What if she wakes up before I get to my house? My house is also on the outskirts, but if she regains consciousness and starts screaming, it will definitely attract the neighbors. Sooner or later they will find out that a girl has been kidnapped nearby - they will probably put two and two together, and then expect trouble! Neighbors - it’s like this: how can I help him with something, bypassing taxes, cheating the state just for his wide smile in the form of gratitude - so this is at any moment, good neighborliness! And how in response, at the first opportunity, at least not call the cops about me - this is not even specified, because the law is above all!

I turn her to face me, hugging her with my left hand. Damn, her huge sunglasses are in the way. I take them off and throw them away. There won’t be any fingerprints, because I’m wearing cross-country gloves. Lord have mercy... what a perfect face she has! Stop, you need to take the glasses, because it will be clear where everything happened. Our investigators are not promoted by Hollywood films, but they know their job just as well. I’ve known a couple in my life - smart guys! True, in a half-joking manner, it was from them that I extracted a bunch of information on what we usually use to catch criminals. I get off the bike and put it on the asphalt. I turn around - there is no one in either direction. I pick up my glasses and put them in my inner pocket. A voice from the subconscious: “traces of a motorcycle fall - the handle left grooves!” I wipe the ground with a glove at the place where it fell. I take a couple of steps back and evaluate - I smeared the spruce needles perfectly, without knowing where to look, you’ll never find them. I take out my iPhone from the inner pocket of her jacket. Clamping it between the frame of the bike, I break it in half, taking both halves. I’m taking the girl again. I put her on top of me, facing me - how light she is! Now I would say that I weigh 15 kilograms, but this simply cannot be - it’s probably adrenaline. So, calm down! Without slipping, no marks should remain. I drive a couple of hundred meters away from the place and smoothly turn into the forest. I turn around - there are no openly visible traces of the tread left behind me. I drive smoothly for a couple of hundred meters in the opposite direction from my house and throw one half of the iPhone under a tree stump. Trying not to put pressure on the ground while constantly looking around, then I give more gas with my free right hand. Because of the adrenaline, we almost tumbled a couple of times when braking; with my free right hand, only the front brake is accessible, and it was as if my hand was steering the motorcycle for the first time. For a moment I imagined this scenario: suddenly I woke up after a fall, and she wasn’t there? I throw the other half of the iPhone into a semi-swampy puddle, where it immediately sinks to the bottom. I’m heading towards the house.

I roll up smoothly so that the neighbors don’t hear. Suddenly, right at this moment, they look at their watch, and there it’s already plus or minus 10 minutes from the event and everything agrees on who came from where. At some point, right in front of the house, it seemed that the girl moved. I drove up from the forest side to the fence. I get off the motorcycle, press on a certain board - nothing! Next? Nothing. The next thing - three pre-prepared fence boards sag inside, letting us in. I carry her crouching into the house. I put it on the floor in the corridor. I open the wide hatch. A couple of steps down, I turn around and pull her behind me. One door with electronic 8-digit combination lock. I look at her. Shake it hard on the shoulder - nothing! I enter the code. I close the door. Small soundproof cold corridor. A new door with an embrasure made of one-way glass, through which you can see everything in the basement room. Electronic scanner of my fingerprint and 6-digit code. I look at the girl - nothing. I put my finger on it and enter the code.

Basement apartments! I turn on the light and close the door. I put it on the floor near the bed. They put on an iron collar with a thick 2-meter iron chain, which anchors into the reinforced concrete of the foundation wall. I quickly look around to see if there’s anything sharp or cutting within the collar; every day I’ve been improving and finishing something a little bit. I didn’t expect anyone here on any specific day, everything was according to the situation. I go to the first door, look around - even lying unconscious, she is beautiful. She is definitely 17-18 years old, no more. I wonder if she’s a virgin? I returned upstairs, turned on the floor heating in the basement, set the climate control, and activated the ventilation. I rolled the motorcycle into the garage through the same hidden passage in the fence. High pressure washer - rinse everything off! I carefully tore off all the new surface stickers and put them in the oven! I’ll have to take care of the tires. Then suddenly there was a loud noise from above the house. I look through the window - it’s raining.

From overwork, I fell on my back in the corridor in my clothes - the biker “turtle” under my jacket saved me from injury. and a helmet. Lying down, he took out a cigarette and lit it through the raised visor of his helmet. I didn’t feel the first cigarette from the word “at all”…. Like the second one.

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[lesloss]

Hard! But it’s fascinating, I wish I could format the text, some sentences just beg to be made from the red line, you also need to keep track of the endings word won’t help here you need to look with your eyes, for example

They put on an iron collar with a thick collar

The presentation itself is quite related, but there is a certain “choppiness” and awkwardness, too unexpected transitions from image to image..

[-AlexNova-]

I agree with you! But here I’m trying myself not only as the author of a story with sexual overtones, but also a lot of other things. For example, the “brokenness” of the narrative, according to my idea, correlates with the mental changes of the main character. He, as it were, is also at a crossroads. His life is completely changing at the moment. Immoral desires and social norms hammered in over the years overlap each other. The main character even in the story does not deny that he is paranoid. And where there is one mental deviation, there is another.
At some stage at the beginning of writing, I mentally drew a parallel between the main character and myself. But now he is a full-fledged hero - a different personality. I’m here, as it were, training my other personality.
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Chapter 7: The Lawn Mower.


I still had plans to travel to the same city for a few days, so as not to stand out for my sudden disappearance, but for almost a day since my return there has been an unprecedented downpour. This is good - all possible traces were washed away ten times. By the way, it’s a good idea to look at the weather forecast in the future and, if possible, use it to your advantage.
I haven’t been to the basement yet. No, it’s not that I’m afraid of anything, but just some kind of confusion. Or I delay my anticipation, because the first time is always the only one. This does not mean that I decided to organize mass abductions, on the contrary, I chose so carefully to settle on the only one that would give me everything I want.
Feeling that these thoughts were starting to tighten my panties in the front, I decided to go down! But first, a good shower, a full range of hygiene - I’m not a pig, after all. I even applied cream to soften my hands. I wonder what she’s doing there now? We will need to create a tracking system. I went downstairs and passed the first door. I look through the glass - she’s sitting on the floor there in a collar, all tear-stained, her knees pulled up to her chest.
I walk in and immediately catch her gaze. When did she get her face and hands so dirty? She probably tried to free herself for a long time. Even if I were twice as strong, I would never have gotten out of such a collar and chain, but for her this is a negative chance.
Hmm, I didn’t even think about what I would say. It’s like people who have earned a fortune, only then they begin to think about how to spend it?
Honestly, I was simply mesmerized by her innocent beauty. She asked me something like who I was, what I needed, so that I would let her go home. And I just stood there while my mind flew through the possibilities of the future that were opening up to my consciousness. That’s it, I did it! She is now completely mine! I looked at her with a winning grin and was silent.
- Who are you? Let me go please. (she began)
“Please? How mannered,” I thought... I decided to do what I always did with all my women - lay it all out at once and dot the i’s, declaring in my signature authoritative tone. The words poured out without preparation or thought:
-I kidnapped you so that you could become my sex doll. I will rape and abuse you daily. You will experience the full richness of sex with a full-fledged man. You will not just cry constantly, but scream from pain and humiliation. And this is only in the best case scenario. At worst, I will beat you until you become an obedient slave. I advise you to be smart and immediately follow the path of least resistance, because in the end you will still unconditionally do everything I tell you.
You will never get out of here, this is your home from now on. I am your Master. You belong to me all and everywhere. You will only call me “Master” - always add this at the end of the phrase. If you say anything without permission, you will be beaten. Any objection and you will be beaten. If you are in pain and cannot stand it, you will be beaten. And after that I will still do what I wanted with you. So you can avoid the beating phase by enduring less pain. Do you understand me?
- Yes. Got it... Master!
At that moment I smiled with all my soul!
- How old are you?
I didn’t care what her name was. I didn’t even specifically want to know, because it’s all in the past now.
- Fourteen.
- W-fourteen? - I was surprised, even my voice trembling. It was necessary to urgently regroup and continue suppression:
- I said to always call me “Master” - and lightly hit her on the cheek with my right palm. She flew over a meter and hit the wall with her whole body. I didn’t expect something like this. I hope there won’t be a bruise. Several times I lightly beat my friends (they wanted it), but they didn’t fly like that. But, nevertheless, I immediately added:
- Bitch, it seems you haven’t quite understood your situation yet. On your knees, quickly to me, keep your head down!
She staggered slightly, either from the heavy chain, or from a blow, crawled on her knees to me with her head bowed and said:
- Excuse me , Master! This will never happen again.
“What a smart girl,” I thought. I hope she’s not pretending and then trying to sneak out? Although she won’t succeed - besides two doors with codes and a fingerprint, it seems she herself won’t even lift the hatch to the upstairs corridor. I work pretty hard for this, but here... Fourteen years!? I somehow never thought about it. But since she is here, then such is fate. You can’t turn the minced meat back into meat.
- Are you a virgin?
A few seconds of silence first turned into a moo, only then into a full answer:
- No, Master! “What a bitch,” I thought. How cool it would be to break up a 14-year-old virgin right now.
- Don’t delay in answering. One more time and I’ll hit you again. Speak directly and quickly. You will never be shy about anything anymore. I am the Master of your entire body.
- Yes, Master. Excuse me... Master.
- How did this happen?
- W-what happened?
I pretended to be completely absent-minded - like I was in shock, but she immediately asked again :
- What exactly happened, Master?
Yes-ah... The 14-year-old girl doesn’t catch mice at all. That is OK. Now we’ll quickly and slowly outline everything, and then I don’t need her to say anything. Quite the opposite: she may cry sometimes - in fact, I will deliberately bring her to a tearful state, and then fuck her hard! She’s a flower here, and I’m a ruthless lawnmower, flying at full speed.
- Who have you already fucked with and when?
- With a classmate... Last year... Several once...
What a slut... it turns out she was 13 then? I wanted to fuck her so much, but I restrained myself. Still, I need a presentation from her. And by the way, she didn’t call me Master!
With the words “I’ll teach you manners”, and then adding “call me Master”, otherwise suddenly she again won’t connect one with the other due to her juvenile stupidity, so you have to be specific. I grabbed her hair from above and lifted her up, shaking her so that her legs did not reach the floor. He put the whole thing on the floor again and gave the instructions again:
- I am your Master! Do you understand?
- Yes, Master!
- You silently do everything I tell you. Do you understand?
- Yes, Master!
- Today I will fuck you hard with my huge (well, for her it will be guaranteed huge) dick. I will tear you apart from the inside, and you must not resist. Do you understand?
- Yes, Master. (she answered noticeably sadder)
- You understand that you won’t escape from here. I have provided for everything. But, nevertheless, for any attempt, I will not just hit you, but I will beat you for many hours in a row. Do you understand?
- Yes, Master.
- I’ll unfasten you from the collar now. Is it your room. You will cook food for yourself and sometimes for me. You will wash things yourself. You will wash yourself thoroughly after each time I use you. You have all the supplies. Food in the refrigerator. Do you know how to use a microwave? Can you use an electric stove?
- Yes, Master.
- Excellent! Did you suck a dick?
- Ah, no, Master.
- Did you have anal sex?
- Uh-uh... in the ass? No, Master.
It’s you who are surprised now, bitch, and then I’ll pierce you like a skewer and fill your guts with sperm. And first I’ll have a great time playing with your young body during the enema. Oh, how many different games await us. What hell will your little body go through being in my complete power...
- Now go to the bath. Wash yourself completely. Use shampoo, body lotion, cream. Everything is there, you see?
- Yes, Master.
- I’ll come in exactly half an hour (pointing to the large quartz clock hanging in the middle of the kitchen). By this time you should be completely washed. Okay, go to the toilet - I don’t want you to piss yourself in pain. Exactly half an hour later, you should meet me on your knees, completely naked, on this rug (“the rug” is ala a large wolf skin, exactly in the center of the room) with your legs spread wide, your hands raised behind your head, your mouth open and your tongue hanging out. Did you understand everything?
- Yes, Master.
I retired to my room upstairs. He turned on the hood and took out a cigarette. Several blond hairs pulled out of her head stuck to her hand and now hit the coal of a lit cigarette. There was a smell of burnt hair. “Oh, and I’ll slowly burn it with a lighter for you too,” I introduced. So far everything was going just perfect. My hands began to tremble a little, and the ashes of a cigarette fell on the stove. This is all from the anticipation of what will happen in a few minutes. Everything I’ve always wanted. All is ready. You just need to take a few steps into a new life...



Chapter 8: Humility.



I walked in completely naked. She sat exactly in the center of the rug with her legs wide apart. I sat down directly opposite her. I was already imagining how my hand would first stroke her there, and then I would enter her with my fingers. Small breasts of about one and a half sizes (for now) trembled with the whole body from my touch to the nipples. Her nipples were pointing at a good upward angle due to her raised arms behind her head. I smoothly moved from one breast to the other. There’s no hurry. Being as if in a dream, I did not notice that I went downstairs with a lit cigarette, which had accumulated a fair amount of ash. At first I thought about getting up and throwing it in the sink, but then I realized that I had nothing to be ashamed of and I could calmly use her open mouth with her tongue hanging out for this service. Usually this position is needed for a blowjob, but I will use it to the fullest. The shaken ash that fell on her tongue remained on her tongue, forcing her to only blink at the moment of immediate landing.
“Swallow,” I said, to which the tongue with the ash was instantly drawn into the mouth, the process of swallowing was visible, then it was clean the tongue protruded back to its original position without any comment on her part. “This is just wonderful,” I thought to myself, “What potential for fucking.”
- Do you understand what I’m going to do with you now? Do you realize this?
- Y-th... I don’t know, Master.
- I like your directness and honesty. I will encourage this with a more gentle attitude towards you.
Carefully throwing the smoldering cigarette butt into the sink, I began to stroke her with my palm between her legs. I have never experienced such soft skin in my life. No, I’m not giving up on the soap that previously visited me, slowly setting it on fire with a pocket lighter, but I will definitely need to carefully choose less necessary places.
With my right hand I continued to stroke her tender crotch, with my left I pulled her nipples, squeezed her breasts, sometimes forcefully fixing hand on her neck. She washed herself well and smelled good. There were no traces of tears left, which means she was no longer crying while washing.
- Lower your hands freely. Take it in your mouth.
She bent down and, as she understood, took my erect penis into her small mouth. Only the head fit. Then I remembered that she had never sucked a dick before, so no one would surprise me now with the mastery of her tongue and throat.
I explained that you need to make forward and backward movements all the time while continuing to hug tightly lips of a member - the last moment, by the way, she understood intuitively. That’s good - it means she’s trying. Perhaps there is no need to gesture with her by impaling her on a stake, let her feel the tenderness and the learning process itself. Taking into account just half a minute of practice, she was already giving not the worst blowjob in my life. I suggested that she push my penis deeper into her mouth, but I myself felt that it was physically wider than her larynx and was simply resting. It’s a little offensive, but this means that for at least the next year until she grows up, I won’t have a deep throat. But literally after 5 minutes she was moving her tongue at full speed, following my advice. With moans of pleasure, I showed exactly how I should be liked. She began to monotonously do exactly this, to which I objected that continue, but occasionally be distracted by new movements. She invented the tongue movements herself. At about the 10th minute from the moment of her first test of the penis in her life, she already knew and remembered 3 tongue movements, from which I could easily cum. There was even a good idea today to just limit myself to a few blowjobs, but I had already made a reservation that I would tear her apart from the inside - authority must be maintained by following the stated goal.
I told her to lie on her back and spread her legs. It’s quite rare that I lick women, but here it looked like I wanted to at least try. She didn’t have any hair there yet. I indulged myself with my tongue: first several gentle licks, and then strong and deep licks from top to bottom and back. The 14-year-old girl is a girl in every way. I’d say it even tasted good. There was a taste of freshness. I tried to feel her hole with my sliding tongue, but how many times I went up and down, nothing. I pulled back, began to move my hand along the completely wet crotch and finally felt the entrance. She really was not a virgin, but the entrance was so narrow that the only finger that fit in, and even then with preliminary development, was the little finger. But inside it naturally oozed. I don’t think she was really excited like an adult. I believe she is just genetically a very wet female. I had one like this once - constantly wet, at any moment, without foreplay. Even several hours after the frantic fucking, she remained just as wet.
The girl looked more and more like a gift of fate. I turned over into position 69, leaving her lying on her back as it was, only now continuing to work out her hole with my fingers, I received some kind of blowjob. After about another half hour, my middle finger almost calmly entered; at this point I decided to finish the preparation. Turning over again, he looked into her eyes and said that now I would tear her apart and that if she wants, then being under me she can scream in pain at the top of her voice - I will not punish her for this. My penis was all wet from her saliva; she was already working hard with her tongue, licking all the dry places, including the testicles. Her hole released so much lubricant that you could substitute a small bowl and it would already be full. The problem... although no, what a problem it is. On the contrary, this is what I wanted. The hole remained at least twice as narrow in diameter as my penis.
I asked whether she should be secured by her legs and arms with ropes so that she would not twitch in pain or would she endure it? She answered that she would endure it. I rubbed my dick against her vaginal juices - this is still a better lubricant than saliva - I’m not a monster. He lay down on top with his entire mass. Feeling that she was continuing to breathe, he held her legs spread with his feet, pressed her raised hands around the wrists with his hands... and thrust his penis in with all his might. She didn’t scream, she just whined quietly. The first one hundred frictions were very narrow for me, although when I entered deeper, I felt the wider uterine cavity further with my head. As a result, the first time it was already approaching the second hour of pure rape of a minor.
The thrill was so enormous that I even seriously thought about whether I should cum in her now, and then just go to the pharmacy for hormonal pills. The overall combination of virginal tightness, soft skin and soft whining moaning from pain drove me crazy. At the very beginning, when I entered, she was already twitching all over in pain, and I mercilessly hammered her like a sex doll - which is why she exists from now on. This is her purpose. And the best thing is that she accepted her destiny.
Poking out of it, I saw very insignificant remnants of already dried blood - nothing serious. Having washed his penis in the sink, he ordered her to take the starting position, clarifying about the protruding tongue. She understood exactly what I meant and stood in the center of the rug with her hands behind her head and legs spread apart. I went. My dick was a few centimeters from her face. She looked me straight in the eyes for a few seconds, as if hesitating to do it herself without an order or not, then she slightly stretched forward and wrapped her lips around him, beginning to play with her tongue along with frictional movements of her head back and forth.
I told her so that she swallows all my sperm when I cum. Continuing to move her head, she seemed to nod in confirmation. When swallowing for the first time, everyone usually gags. I decided to experiment. Feeling an imminent orgasm, I told her that at that very moment she should stop moving her head and concentrate only on sucking the sperm into her mouth, continuing to squeeze it with her lips on all sides - which she did. Immediately at the moment I told her that I was cumming, she stopped and began to take it into her mouth. When I finished, I told her to swallow everything, but told her about the possibility of doing it in a few sips - let her get used to the taste. She didn’t choke, she only had a small burp afterwards. And only then did I realize that she had not eaten anything for more than a day. I still took pity on her on the first day and while she was washing her face, within 40 minutes I already received a huge “4 in 1” pizza ordered by phone. Asking what she likes is too much privilege for a sex doll. I’ll just see which pieces he eats first and won’t buy them again.

[Mancuso]

Write.ischo!
Specific way of presentation, but I wonder what will happen next)

[lesloss]

To develop the plot, you can also tell the story from the girl’s point of view. But here we need to completely change the style of presentation. It’s like the world through the eyes of a 14 year old girl

[-AlexNova-]

Great idea! I’ll definitely think about it. Thank you

[lesloss]

You’re welcome! Contact us!

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 9: Full Unpacking.



I slept perfectly, without any internal subtle anxiety, usually present in the background for the last 10 years. 15. I had already gotten used to it and stopped paying attention to it, but now I clearly noticed the contrast. I woke up with a clear mind. The brain immediately physically began to work in creative mode. In the afternoon I went to a hardware store on the highway at the entrance to the capital. I bought a wireless doorbell with a battery operated button. The instructions say that signal reception is up to 50 meters, but I only needed a few meters from it, but with an obstacle along the signal path. I arrived home. I installed a bell button in my hallway. I went down to the basement and stuck a bell at the entrance. A girl, dressed in her already washed clothes, interrupted some cooking at the kitchen section and, frozen with a carton of milk in her hand, looked at me with slight apprehension.
- This is a call. Every time you hear it, you will have exactly 30 minutes to prepare yourself for fucking. You squeeze everything out of yourself in the toilet. You go to the shower, use shampoo and cream. You brush your teeth and wait for me on the mat in a standard position. Do you understand?
- Yes, Master.
I left closing the door. I left the second door open so that, if possible, I could hear the bell, the button of which I pressed a few seconds later when I went up to the corridor of the main floor. I heard a very subdued bell, almost imperceptible from here with ordinary hearing. Great, the sound insulation works as it should. I went down to close the second door. I went to the shower. My dick was so erect that I almost couldn’t resist jerking off. Just a few seconds from the sight of the girl already excited the sex monster in me. It’s only been 10 minutes and I’m already exhausted.
So, you need to restructure your brains, otherwise you’ve already decided to wait the remaining 20 minutes at the top, wondering what to do with yourself. I am the Boss here and only I unconditionally set and change the rules!
I went down to the basement completely naked. The girl, who had obviously just undressed to take a shower, looked worriedly at me, then at my erect penis, and then awkwardly looked towards the clock, checking the time.
- Continue. I’ll look at you for now.
She stepped into the bathtub, turned on the shower, constantly glancing in my direction. As soon as her body was all wet, she took the bright pink watermelon shower gel I bought, squeezed a little onto a sponge and began to rub herself. Standing sideways to me, clearly out of habit, still shy, she raised her hands one by one under my armpits, spreading her legs slightly apart and began to carefully rub her perineum.
What a pleasant feeling to realize that she is now doing all this only for me, in full awareness she is presenting her little body to the intended use... and cannot do anything about it. At the same time, she does not cry, openly accepting her fate. What a thrill! What other one can give such emotions?
While she continued to prepare herself, I, jerking myself with my left hand, looked around at what “toys” I could use in the future to diversify her pain. I didn’t plan to carry out rough vaginal and anal tearing in the near future, only when it starts to bother me, then I’ll do cauterization. I’ll definitely set her little pink nipples on fire, but first I’ll bite off one. It will also be possible to heat the metal pin inserted into it with a gas burner from the outside until red hot. This will all happen to her, but then... I wonder if she will understand it? I’ve probably already examined all the objects in the room - they’re here for a reason. So is she.
While she was drying her hair, I walked over to the section with various dildos. I chose the smallest one, the thickness of my finger, and put it on the floor near the bed - she will have homework tonight! I’ll tell her to sleep with it in her butt, let her get used to it overnight, then tomorrow I’ll be able to use it without unnecessary preparation!
The hair dryer turned off. She combed her hair a few more times while looking in the mirror, looked at her watch and headed to the center of the room. Now it was two minutes to the end of the allotted time from the moment the bell rang.
He approached her from behind and sat down on his knees. He pressed his chest against her tender back and began to touch her body. With his right hand he passed over the breast, slightly pulled the nipple, then passing along her neck, took her chin and inserted two fingers into her mouth. With his left hand he played with her crotch: alternately stroking and spreading her tiny unformed labia. He began to progressively move his fingers in his mouth, imitating a penis. She immediately began to move her head a little to the beat, realizing what they wanted from her. He swapped his hands: the wet one from her saliva began to stroke the crotch, and the dry one accepted the wet sucking mouth. I stood up and walked right up to her from the front, placing one hand that kept her from lifting on her shoulder. Since the penis stood for almost 12 hours, with her height, and in such a position on her knees placed at the sides, she could not take it into her mouth a little before without standing up, so she decided to start licking my balls on her own.
- Help yourself with your hands.
She removed her hands from behind her head. One of them began to hold my scrotum from behind, which she worked with with her tongue, but she didn’t know where to put the other hand. For a moment it looked like she was waving to someone behind my back. Smiling at the cute absurdity I saw, I told her to jerk my dick with her other hand.
She licked my balls perfectly, constantly tilting her head slightly in different directions to better get to certain places. I even spread my legs a little, pushing my knees forward. After a couple of minutes, I felt tension in the muscles of my legs - everything is pleasant, but you can simplify the position.
- Let’s go to the bed.
The bed was perfectly made, although she slept in it. Well done. I was the first to lie down on my back with all three pillows under my shoulders. She walked up to the bed a little confused. I comfortably reclined and spread my legs and with a nod towards the penis said:
- Get on the bed. Start sucking.
She sucked and worked with her tongue no worse than yesterday. I didn’t forget a single movement. But my cock yearned for complete immersion. Since her mouth is not yet capable of this, I called her to me, guiding her to the desired position with one hand on her chin. With his left hand he lightly squeezed her neck in a grip, and with his right hand he began to touch her crotch rather roughly. She was all wet again. So much so that I wiped my hand on one of her legs. I tried to enter with my middle finger... and again I couldn’t, but the protruded ring finger entered well. I quickly “fucked” her with this finger for about ten seconds, then began to pull the inserted finger in different directions, expanding her hole. She twisted her dissatisfied face and began to whine a little. I then inserted my middle finger and repeated the same procedure. For a moment, she even tried to escape from my grip on the neck, but immediately changed her mind and seemed to go slightly limp, her whole body accepting the inevitable.
- Get on the dick. Take your time.
She did it herself for the first time in her life, so she just stupidly and unsuccessfully poked herself at my dick. I wasn’t angry even subconsciously. On the contrary, this youthful inexperience amused me. Getting ready for the show, I said:
- First, insert your finger into yourself. Now position yourself exactly above my penis. Stick your finger out.
The head of my head touched the soft beginning of the wet hole. I understood that a rather painful process awaited her next, especially after yesterday. Some of my friends couldn’t have sex for at least a couple of weeks after a night of fucking. But I wanted her to do everything herself today. I... wanted... And this is the most important thing here!
She was clearly hesitating, although my head was not even a third of the way in.
- Do you want to make me angry? (she shook her head no) Then push yourself with your whole body. Relax your legs.
She “fell” on my dick with the same speed when she fell unconscious during the abduction - apparently she really completely relaxed her legs. My sex doll screamed loudly in pain when I buried my head in the upper edge of my uterus, and then bit my lips and just sat there for a while, being impaled to the very end. It felt as tight today as it did yesterday when I pounded her at the very beginning.
- Start moving up and down until my dick is almost out of you and then lower yourself to the very end back.
She did it, but very slowly. This is no good... I took her by the shoulders as if in a vice, pulled her towards me so that her chest ended up touching mine. With my left hand I pressed her tightly to me, hugging her back, and with my right hand I clenched her hair into a fist so that she looked straight at me. I started hard fucking!
Twitching her whole body in time with my frictions, she roared. Tears fell onto my chest. After just a couple of minutes of fucking, her hole had already become just comfortably narrow, not squeezing the penis too much.
- Now continue in the same way yourself.
Having released her from the grip, I spread both arms on the bed. She rather unconsciously slowed down my previous pace by half, but this is the speed I like most when I just lie on my back and enjoy the process. In every movement, she clearly lowered herself to the end, but did not beat her body - which means she was in control. Isn’t this an indicator of quickly gained and most importantly learned experience?
I really liked such little things about her. Some girls, even fulfilling all my wishes, made mistakes here and there. It was as if they did it without enthusiasm. Although they themselves came to me, I never paid them any money... Well, except for flowers and some kind of birthday gift within the cost of the phone, which in half the cases this gift was. And this one is great!
She was lucky that she ended up with me, otherwise she would never have known her full potential, having lived her life with some office loser. She would give birth to children, where, as gratitude, he sometimes fucked their terrible neighbor, but only because she, of her own free will, takes her deep into her mouth or allows anal. All these stories are terribly banal, but very common.
Damn, this is probably the first time I want to cum inside my partner so badly. I never allowed my women to use pills, although everyone, without exception, sooner or later suggested it to me - “they wanted to feel my current in themselves.” I, albeit at the level of unfounded conspiracy theory, believe that the use of such pills will have a detrimental effect on the beauty of the figure in a few years. I watched a lot of videos with supposedly famous doctors who claimed that such an effect should not happen, but what life taught me is not to believe the “talking heads” from the screen, because most often in the end everything turns out to be exactly the opposite, and then they say, that they were not to blame for anything, their forecasts were completely correct, but new data independent of them were simply revealed - and so on about everything: medicine, economics, and so on. But with this girl, how long will she last with me? Six months? Year? Two??? I’m a realist and I understand that if something happened to her health, I shouldn’t take her to the hospital? And even for money I won’t risk trusting some corrupt doctor at home. It’s normal to treat bandits who may have just killed an old woman in order to squeeze out an apartment, and at the same time raped a 5-year-old granddaughter (or even a grandson), because the doctor personally doesn’t see anything, probably thereby calming himself down... but here it’s a completely different matter- the principle may work. The funny thing is that even after handing me over to the cops, the bitch, he won’t give me back - it’s in such cases that their conscience never works, because money “is something else.”
Yes, it’s definitely worth starting feeding her pills. At least for the first time in my life I can cum inside! That’s right, let her feel like a woman at the same time. Although for now I already had a backup plan - her neat virgin ass!
After about an hour of pleasure, which I supplemented with stroking the young body and putting my fingers in her mouth, I took her off me and laid her next to her on her side. I clasped my neck with one hand, lightly pressing my throat with my fingers; this hand position has long become an obligatory part of my sense of control with my partners. When I started sticking my dick in from behind, she herself raised her leg a little - it’s clear that the easier it is for me to go in, it will hurt her less there, but I appreciated her involvement. I fully assumed that, especially at 14 years old, she would be just an obedient log. After I entered and began to move rhythmically, she continued to keep one leg slightly raised. Lightly touching her thigh with his palm, he indicated that she should lower her leg. My penis immediately became noticeable! Ruthlessly playing in her, I simultaneously wet the girl’s nipples with my free hand to a swollen state using drool from her own mouth. Swollen nipples are always more sensitive to both caresses and pain. The size of her breasts was not enough to fully squeeze them into a fist - which I usually enjoyed in this position while fucking other partners. Therefore, I squeezed the nipples one by one and pulled them back as hard as I could, until they, being wet, slipped out of my clenched fingers. Then I even tried squeezing them with my fingers in a fist, in order to better fix the nipple with my knuckles when pulling; at such moments she not only howled, but also, I suppose not on purpose, squeezed her vagina. Here, out of excitement, I even wanted to chat?
- Well, did your first boyfriend fuck you like that?
- N-no-no, Ho-o-zya-i- and-in.
She could not speak smoothly due to the powerful tremors. Due to the narrowness of the vagina, she resisted my rhythm with the weight of her entire body, which was reflected in her speech with shocks. I slowed down the pace to about one friction in 2-3 seconds.
- Do you like it?
- Yes, Master. (she answered tearfully)
- Do you understand that this will happen every day from now on?
- Yes-ah-ah! Master...
The hesitation of “Yes” in her answer was caused by another painful pulling of the nipple.
- I like to play with you. Do you like it when I play with you?
- Yes, Master.
- Say “I really like it when you play with me, Master.”
- Me I really like it when you... (here she broke off with a sob through her nose) When you play with me, Master.
I realized that just a couple more seconds and I would cum. Quickly sticking it out, I turned it in my direction and almost shouted:
- Swallow it all!
She was not taken aback and immediately pressed her mouth to my penis. The stream was strong! Her thin girlish voice in the last phrase exploded my balls. She didn’t have time to swallow everything, although the intensity of swallowing was now setting a world record, and a little flowed down my penis. Apparently having mastered the contents in her mouth, without further instructions, she began to lick the flowing strip of sperm so quickly that it did not have time to reach the base.
Gorgeous! I wonder after what level of bullying will she stop taking the initiative? What exactly was it now - fear of possible punishment, or the built-in instinct of a female who subconsciously satisfies the male as best she can?
I got out of bed and turned around - to my surprise there was no blood on the sheet today. If she was constantly bleeding, she would not have lived long without a doctor. This means her vagina adapts quickly - this is very good. But a stain of her discharge has spread with a diameter of almost half a meter!
- After each time, wash the sheet after you. There’s more in the closet, you’ll take a new one today.
- Yes, Master.
- Stop answering everything the same way, “Yes, Master.” Come up with something new, for example: “It’s over, Master,” “As you wish, Master,” or “I’ll do anything, Master.” Sometimes alternate phrases, don’t repeat yourself! Come up with it yourself. But never answer me with just the word “Yes” again!
Well, let him take the initiative not only when fucking. At least I’ll teach her something sensible... Apparently frightened by my tone and the expectation that I would hit her, her answer came with about a 5-second delay:
- ...okay, Master.
n Well, that’s at least something. He will still learn. I looked at the wall clock - exactly two hours had passed since the beginning! I was about to go, but when I saw a small, fragile body carrying a used sheet for some reason neatly folded in its hands to the washing machine, I realized that I wanted it again right now! After peeing in the sink and washing my penis, I told her to go into the bathroom and quickly wash herself without any shampoo. With every step, her tormented, swollen nipples twitched slightly - this turned me on more and more! While she was standing under the shower in a hurry, wiping her tear-stained face with her hands, and then the rest of her body, I was already standing, stroking my penis, which had risen to full strength. As soon as she put the towel on the dryer, I declared in a commanding tone:
- Come here! Place your hands on the tabletop. Spread your legs!
She silently obeyed. Now I saw a protruding juicy ass with a small dark pink anal ring and a thin strip of incision where her vagina was hidden. Everything was very beautiful!
Slightly bending my knees to be at her level, I smoothly entered her vagina, having previously slightly played with my penis between her legs. With slow, measured, only half the length of my penis, frictions, I fucked her, as if she were not my sex doll, but as if she were a free beloved girl. There were no whines on her part. The penis slid perfectly in the narrow space while my hands stroked her back and hips.
- So do you feel good? Doesn’t it hurt too much?
- Almost doesn’t hurt, Master! Now it only hurts from the last time.
- I can sometimes fuck you gently if you behave well.
- I will behave well, Master! Very good news! Please, I will do anything, just don’t hurt me. (she said very animatedly, almost with joy in her voice)
I wasn’t going to lie to her. And her sweet voice didn’t even cause any anger for her unauthorized opinion.
- You’ll do everything anyway! You are here just so that I can hurt you. But sometimes I can reward with tenderness.
From this inherently maximally dominant dialogue, which turned my mind, I really wanted to speed up, moving on to the most brutal fucking. But so far I have only begun to gradually increase the depth of penetration. Due to the fact that she stood with her butt strongly arched upward, all the movement of the member until the very end, I felt the smooth walls of her uterus inside the top of the member. An interesting idea came to mind!
- Raise your hands, lean on the top cabinet. Move your legs together!
She became a little taller. My legs are a little tired of being bent. Without sticking my penis out of her, I myself slightly spread my legs, steadily resting my feet on the kitchen tiles. Now we were on the same level without much discomfort for me. From the change in her position, now the penis was rubbing against her uterus with its bottom all the way. It’s funny that with full penetration, a noticeable lump appears on her stomach every time. Being in it completely, I stopped, moved a little left and right, and the tubercle immediately asymmetrically repeated my movements! Apparently from these twitches she whined again in pain - which excited me even more! I put my palm to the place where my head protruded through the skin on her stomach. Now, with each friction, I clearly felt it on both sides: with my penis and with my palm. Here, partly thanks to her youthful thinness, another incredible thought arose: I stopped again, being fully inside her, and through the skin of my stomach I was able to almost half-clasp my penis with my hand!
- Put one hand down and grab my protruding penis.
She obediently put it in that very place. I placed my significantly larger palm on top and began to bend her palm. She now clearly held my penis with her hand, which was completely shoved into her!!! I stuck it out and stuck it in and my penis, protruding through the skin of my stomach, again ended up in her hand, slightly squeezed in a semicircle.
- Jerk me off with this hand!
The girl slowly began to make small movements up and down . At first, her palm jumped slightly, but very soon it was a full-fledged and distinct handjob!
“Well, has anyone in the world ever done this?” I mentally exclaimed to my success!
- Faster!
She played to me at the speed of an experienced whore. I felt that I was approaching orgasm again!
- Stop. Don’t remove your hand. Keep her tight with girth!
Then I grabbed her tightly by the hips and turned on my maximum rhythm. All that could be heard loudly from her was a long “A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a...” interrupted by shocks. Bitch, I probably shot a liter of sperm - even through the very tight-fitting vaginal hole I felt the back splashes from the pressure of the ejected sperm on my legs! Immediately I heard the characteristic dripping of liquid on the floor tiles!
She lowered her other hand, leaned on the tabletop and then turned to look me straight in the eyes - from her side they now reflected all the emotions of the world, bad and good at the same time: such a feeling that in her understanding, I had just raped her for the first time, and everything before that was just a generally insignificant prelude. A small tremor ran through her body. But I was at the very top of the world’s orgasms!
I took a step back, thereby pulling my penis out of her. It immediately started dripping onto the floor again. She silently turned around, squatted down and began to lick my penis, sometimes stopping to swallow. She licked everything, even my legs and the large drop that flowed down them all the way to the floor. Down there she stopped and looked into my eyes again.
- Lick everything off the floor, then get into the bath.
Sticking her ass up, she began to playfully lick all the places on the floor where sperm had dripped. I didn’t even understand what it was just now. What’s happening? Having finished with the floor, she picked up the flowing strips of sperm from her legs with her hand and directed everything into her mouth, carefully licking her fingers. Almost reaching the bathtub, her crotch dripped onto the floor again. She quickly bent down and licked it off. She climbed into the bath, turned around and began to look at me expectantly. I didn’t really understand how to react to this. Not that I care, but purely for myself - what happened to her now, what can we expect from her now? A spoon in the eye at the most unexpected moment? With anyone else in a normal situation, I would say that the female is at the height of happiness.
I went to the bathroom, unscrewed the shower head and handed the hose to her.
- Give yourself an anal enema.
She turned on the water at medium pressure and began to insert the hose into her ass. After waiting like that for about ten seconds, she pulled out the hose and prepared to push. I turned away; I didn’t want to see this now. As I approached the bed, I heard the sound of a copious amount of water being drained. Without turning around, I said:
- Do this seven times.
The sound of water falling into the bath has completely disappeared, which means it’s getting into the butt again. He took a small dildo[/url] and took it back, placing it on the shelf at the very edge. “Today we won’t need you anymore, we’ll do without you!” I thought, but I took two others from the middle and the other end. One long iron one, just the diameter of my penis, without a pronounced head, but with small bumps along the entire length for fixation after immersion. And the second is from a special collection made of soft latex with a suction cup at the base.
Holding a dildo in each hand, I approached the bathroom. Just at this moment the girl performed another flush. The water was perfectly clear. I didn’t count how many times she had already done this, but just continued to stand by the bathroom. She ran one more cycle, then turned off the water, screwed the shower head back on, and put it back in place.
I stepped towards her into the bathtub. Approximately at a level slightly above the meter, in one motion I stuck a latex dildo to the wall tiles, which resembled the penis of some octopus-shaped creature, both in shape and color. At the very base it had a diameter of 10 centimeters, but throughout its entire 25-centimeter length at the end it decreased in diameter to several millimeters. Along its entire length, this dildo bent slightly in different directions, remaining straight only in the general direction, and had a tactile imitation of suction cups on both sides. I turned her to face the alien appendage protruding from the wall. He imperiously took her by the hip, as if indicating that she couldn’t move her legs now, and told her to bend over, taking this dildo into her mouth as deeply as possible. She somehow boldly swallowed it almost two-thirds of the way and froze. Then I told her to spread her legs and slowly inserted an iron dildo into her vagina. At the moment the first pimples passed through the entrance to the vagina, I could not resist and simulated a grater by turning the device along its axis several times, to which I immediately received a weak groan, symbolizing pain. Then the dildo slid evenly to the very end, clearly resting against the edge of the uterus. I let it out of my hands and, as promised by the manufacturer, it stayed there without slipping back.
- Relax your butt.
I didn’t take anal lubricant from the shelf on principle. Today everything will be like adults! I tried to at least stick my index finger in, but no way! I felt that she had relaxed, but still the finger did not fit. Then I came up with a plan again! He took off the shower hose, twisted the head, turned on the water and leaned it against her sphincter. The water began to come in. I continued to hold. I heard a short but pronounced sigh innocently hinting to stop. I continued to hold. I heard her barely audible moaning: “Aaaaaaaaa.” He turned off the water and immediately told her to squeeze her butt so that nothing would leak out. He pulled back the hose, placed his already erect penis against her ass and pressed a little. Then he told her to strain hard to get all the water out. As soon as a sharply increasing stream came out of her, I held her by the hips and pushed my penis inside with all my strength, using the stream of escaping water as a lubricant. Immediately her sphincter collapsed, tightly squeezing the penis, but it was too late. She screamed loudly in pain, simultaneously starting to choke on the alien dildo inserted deep into her mouth. Clearly holding her by the hips, I did not allow her to move back even a millimeter. After a couple of seconds, her shock passed and she froze in anticipation. This was her loudest scream yet. And today it was repeated every time I entered her ass all the way.
The first few full-fledged frictions were helped to lubricate by the water that continued to flow out, and then it became quite hard. To avoid getting hurt, I no longer stuck my penis out more than a few centimeters. It turns out that instead of lubricant, I used the skin of my own penis, which remained in place relative to the anal ring, allowing the penis to move a few centimeters back and forth due to its elasticity.
The girl screamed and vibrated all over with different vibrations. Now, in fact, it was “put on” from all sides. Every moment, with my penis through the walls of the anus, I felt like a hard metal dildo was pushing against me from her vagina! I’m sure a week ago she certainly didn’t expect today to end this way.
From the thoughts inspired by the situation, together with her screams that poured into a single moan, I felt that I was about to cum. Having accelerated the pace quite a bit, I emptied her virgin anus with the remnants of the seed in the balls. Throwing my head back, I screamed from orgasm at the top of my voice. As it turned out, I screamed along with her.

[Biron]

Damn, I’m looking forward to the continuation, though!
What, a kind of modern presentation in the style of DeSade

[MiAnKu]

It was unusual... But I liked it!

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 10: Realization.


The next day I went to the capital on work matters. I also went to the pharmacy to consult about anti-conception medications. Here I bought the necessary pills for six months in advance, otherwise the small on-duty pharmacy on the outskirts, which I went to last night, had the last pack for one appointment. I will give the pills myself, one a day, so that I don’t stupidly swallow the whole pack.
I stopped by a large metropolitan sex shop for a gag in my mouth. At first I wanted a big red ball with a strap, and I even found one (with the inscription “slave”), but I really liked how yesterday, while fucking her in the ass, she was choking on the dildo on a suction cup deep in her mouth. I briefly explained to the saleswoman who was interested in selling anything that I needed a thin, long, soft dildo in my mouth with fixing straps for my head. She understood what I wanted and showed me a latex, very, very soft, 20-centimeter dildo with a pair of clasps behind the head. Four breathing holes equally spaced from each other - everything is thought out! Just about 3.5 centimeters in diameter - exactly about 1 centimeter smaller than my penis, which could not go down her throat. I wonder who comes up with these things? What does their sexy life look like? I hope they are not testing this on themselves?
I drove home happy, sometimes glancing at the branded package with a gift for my passion, carefully placed in the front passenger seat. I even fastened his seat belt!
Upon entering the house, without even taking off my shoes, I immediately pressed the button that sent a signal to the basement. He quickly took a shower, shaved thoroughly everywhere, smeared cream on his hands, and jerked his erect penis with a couple of movements, as if preparing it for what was to come. I took the bag with the gift and finally, without thinking at all about the time that had passed since the start of the call, I headed downstairs with anticipation.
The girl was drying herself while standing in the bathroom. I went to a large closet with different toys. He took out a new oral dildo from the package, took handcuffs, a black blindfold, a long roll of thick rope, a tension carabiner for the rope, anal lubricant and a lightweight tubular aluminum spreader bar with strap fasteners at both ends. I looked at the whip twisted into a pancake - you will soon come in handy, but for now I won’t bother you for everyone to see, let it be a surprise.
The girl wanted to start going out to dry her hair, but I stopped her:
- Don’t dry your hair this time (I just didn’t want to wait extra time). Give yourself an anal enema. Then smear it well with lubricant (he handed her the tube), stick your lubricated fingers inside. From now on, when you call, always prepare your ass for fucking.
Without answering anything, she began to twist the shower head... Meanwhile, I took a kitchen chair and walked with it under the iron ring sticking out from the ceiling. I thought about this point even when building the house. The ring was welded from a reinforcing rod that went inside the ceiling (or inside the floor, if you look from the perspective of the first floor) and there it was powerfully welded to a square iron plate with ribs one meter long. The whole thing was then filled with concrete. According to my estimates, such a ring should withstand, if not a ton of suspended weight, then definitely something like that. Standing on a chair, I threaded a rope through the ring. The girl was already drying herself with a towel again.
- Come here. Give me both your hands.
I cuffed her. Then he put a blindfold on her head - she didn’t need to see what would happen next. Let him guess!
- Throw your head back and open your mouth wide. Stick out your tongue.
The oral dildo was so soft that it didn’t hold its shape at all. It could only be used hanging vertically downwards and inserted into an open mouth. I started to lower it slowly, but it kept trying to catch on something and get stuck. I realized that the whole point is that it is dry. Lifting the whole dildo back above her head with one hand, I ran the other hand between her ass, which was generously coated with lubricant, and then with the same hand I now ran the dangling dildo from top to bottom with a girth. Now it went down the throat without any hesitation! She coughed weakly several times, and when the dildo was almost completely inserted, she began to experience laryngeal spasms.
- Stand still. You’ll get used to it now! Don’t try to do anything. Just freeze!
The laryngeal spasms continued for a few more seconds, then almost stopped, only occasionally making themselves felt with a weak twitching of the small body. I very smoothly continued to immerse the dildo to the end and began to fix the clasps behind the head. The four breathing holes began to make clearly audible snorting sounds. I wonder what it will sound like after the show starts? I raised her hands up, threaded the hanging rope through the chain of handcuffs and secured it with a special carabiner, clicking the tension ratchet several times. From such a sudden movement, the girl again began to choke on the inserted dildo, simultaneously twitching with her whole body. But she didn’t make any other sounds. He spread her legs and installed a spacer. I spread the retractable pins a little and fixed the length with special bolts. He tied the fasteners to his legs and walked a couple of meters away to admire the resulting beauty: a smooth, thin young body with arms pulled up, sometimes trembling slightly from the guttural spasms of the inserted dildo - just the awareness of this picture intoxicated the brain! Now I’m realizing my next fantasy!
It’s interesting that as soon as she tried to align her head with the conventional horizon, she immediately choked, so in the end she decided to remain in the face-down position.
Basically, being extremely overexcited, I was ready to cum right now, without even inserting my penis into her... but I decided to continue what I had planned. More than once I’ll have time to go down to her without calling first, just for an express blow job. We need to make room for art, where she is now a pliable canvas, and I am a caring artist.
- Today is spanking day! I will periodically spank you. You mustn’t forget why you are here. You can scream at full strength - there will be no punishment for this.
I mentally smiled, because how can she scream with a 20-centimeter dildo fully inserted into her mouth. But he said this on purpose, because the humor was intended only for me.
I took a new whip out of the closet, removed the holder for winding during storage... and the whip, about five meters long, spread out on the floor. I had no idea how hard she hit, but I decided to check the opposite way: first I would hit with all my strength, and then, if necessary, I could lower the intensity of the spanking.
I played with the whip a little, letting my hand get used to it and get used to it motor skills of basic movements. Even small training turns in the air produced a whipping sound that echoed throughout the entire room. At these moments, my sex doll was noticeably squirming, making ambiguous sounds with its larynx.
I approached her from behind at a distance of three meters and made a blow! He was aiming for the ass, but hit him about 10 centimeters lower on his legs. The doll tried to scream, but instead only a loud sound like: “Gl-gl-gl” was heard along with a strong sniffling. At the same time, she wriggled her whole body and raised her legs a little, now completely hanging by her arms. This was not in my plans. It will be necessary to come up with some kind of fixation of the feet on the floor. I didn’t hit the ass because I hit it a little wrong - my hand came off a little. The second blow went perfectly along the intended trajectory and immediately left a pink stripe crossing the entire ass. If you hit correctly, it is not only more accurate, but also stronger! Once again the room was filled with sounds from her throat. She wriggled her whole body as best she could. The pink stripe on her butt began to turn red. Another blow! I got almost to the same place, only on one side the strip became slightly higher than the previous one. “I’m learning quickly,” I mentally praised myself. Then I rained down blows with a few seconds of intensity and never missed! I didn’t count how many there were. I finished only when there were no unstriped places left on her bottom. I even played a little bit with catching her hips with half-side blows. Half of the stripes have already taken on a dark purple color with some kind of very small bloody dots in the middle. She was now hanging there without twitching at all, just snoring through the breathing holes. Apparently she was completely exhausted from the spanking that took place. He came up from behind, took her hips with both hands and began to spread her ass; his thumbs slid from the sweat flowing down her back. He put his penis to the sphincter and began to press slowly. At first the head resisted, and then slid in. Again she twitched her whole body a little in pain, which caused another spasm of the larynx. My doll froze - apparently for her the dildo in her throat was not the most pleasant, since she was ready not to twitch, just so as not to again cause a reactionary laryngeal spasm.
It was very good with the lubricant! The undeveloped anal ring felt like it was squeezing the penis much more than the undeveloped vagina, apparently due to its shorter depth. But now I was sliding perfectly, allowing myself the full amplitude of friction! I was in no hurry, but slowly pushed her in, looking at my penis, which, when moving back, was slightly accompanied by a compressed sphinker sticking out, as if not wanting to let go of the new owner. With one hand I smoothly grabbed her neck and heard again: “Gl-gl.” The vibrations of the laryngeal spasms accompanying the twitching of the body reverberated into the hand. As the pace of fucking increased, I began to gradually squeeze her throat. A slight wheeze came from the respiratory cracks in his head, which was still raised up. The intensity of the thrusts into the hand holding the throat increased noticeably. Having reached an almost maximum pace, I discharged myself without restraining myself.
Since the fucking this time was not so long, when the penis stuck out, the sphincter again contracted, completely closing the passage. I reached the kitchen and wiped my face with a paper towel. He exhaled loudly several times. She continued to hang slightly leaning forward without moving at all. Only by the barely noticeable movement of her chest did I understand that she was dying, which means alive. I really wanted to smoke, so I had to go upstairs. I decided not to untie it - the path will hang like that for now. What will she do? Complain to mom? Will he leave for someone else?
After smoking a couple of cigarettes and simultaneously answering a few missed calls regarding business, I went into the shower. Cold shower! Steam came from the shoulders. “This is not only a pleasant pastime, but also exercise that is good for the body,” I thought jokingly.
A tortured image of a naked girl hanging in the basement popped into my head. The member hinted with all its appearance that it was ready for a repeat.
I went downstairs. He approached her from the front. He unfastened the ties of the oral dildo and began to slowly remove it vertically upward. Upon completion of the process, she immediately straightened her head and began to swallow intensively - well, yes, during all this time she could not take a single full sip. For contrast, I decided to show tenderness and went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. She was still blindfolded, but as soon as the rim of the glass touched her lips, she opened her mouth. I gently tilted the glass. She was clearly very thirsty. Taking away the empty glass, I slowly pulled off her bandage. She looked straight into my eyes intently.
- Thank you, Master.
I pulled the drawstring hook several times so that now her face rose to the same level as mine, although her legs spread by the spreader no longer touched the floor and hung 30 centimeters above. I came close to her, bending down a little so that now my penis, passing under her crotch, looked straight up on the other side near her ass, as if holding the distance of the resulting proximity with a hook.
- Kiss me.
She, closing her eyes, silently reached out to me, and I to her. He completely pressed her to him, wrapping his arms around her back. At first we kissed childishly, then I started adding my tongue a little. Judging by the way she gave me a blowjob before, I realized that her tongue is now a working tool. She repeated my movements with her tongue, but did not overdo it, always yielding to my tongue. Soon we merged in a real deep kiss. At the same time, I began to slowly fuck her without penetration. After a couple of minutes, the penis slid freely between her legs along the crotch, completely filled with vaginal discharge.
I pulled away from the kiss. She opened her eyes and we looked at each other without blinking. I bent over a little, moved my hands down from her back and spread her silk. He immediately felt the entrance to the vagina with the head of his penis, again fixed her body with his hands behind her back... and began to smoothly enter. She silently continued to look me straight in the eyes. I gently made several movements back and forth, plunging only the head. He reached out to her with a kiss. She reached out, closing her eyes again. I slowly began to increase the pace and degree of penetration. In terms of lubrication, I did not encounter any resistance, only the pleasant narrowness of the vaginal walls at the entrance. Due to the fact that it was suspended, I spent almost no effort, just guiding it lightly with my hands. This went on for about half an hour, where in this position I managed to stroke her cheeks, face, shoulders, and breasts. He even seemed to be combing her long, almost dry hair with both hands.
- How do you want me to cum? Like this or in your mouth?
- Finish it like that, Master!
Just an explosion of emotions! Not even a second had passed before I began to fill her vagina with my seed.

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 11: Meow.


After another successful business deal for me in the capital, which ended with a clear and strong handshake, the mood was excellent and I was driving home with a smile! By the way, an interesting note from life: the more correct and firm the handshake, the more problem-free the person will be - you can deal with this! Even if the handshake was strong, but the grip was premature, then be sure, even in very small things, to expect problems or outright deception. And if your hand generally behaves as sluggishly as the mouthpiece I recently purchased, then you should stop doing anything right away. At first, I mentally reassured myself that, they say, all people are different, one thing has nothing to do with the other, but believe me, no, any man can be immediately identified with just a handshake. You can’t go wrong here!
It’s more difficult with very young girls, but women over 25 can be read in the same way by the way they offer and hold their hand when meeting. It’s immediately clear what she will do in a potential relationship and what she won’t; where are its boundaries? how pliable it is, and so on... Bend your hand very lightly, a couple of millimeters, will there be tension in response or not? With such manipulation, will she continue to look into your eyes, turn away slightly in embarrassment, or even pull her hand away completely? In any case, at this moment she will unconsciously answer absolutely frankly, at the subconscious level. No, of course, there are excellent manipulators, but in my case, the wolf sees the wolf from afar. And such people come across extremely rarely, without essentially spoiling the statistics.
I was the first at the traffic light. A minibus with an advertisement on the side drove across the stream: four girls dressed in school uniforms with cat ears imitated an attack on the viewer with their long false claws extended forward. Without figuring out what exactly was advertised there, since until the very end I did not take my eyes off the ears on the head of one of the actresses, who had coquettishly bent her leg and shoe at the knee like a girl, I clearly understood what I wanted today.
Upon entering the sex shop I was immediately greeted with a smile:
- Oh! Is it you again!? Did the gag fit well?
Although I personally called it a mouth dildo, yes, technically the toy was a gag!
Having explained that today I wanted to buy a cat theme, the saleswoman imperiously led me along. Although she was somewhere around 22-25, in the manner of her gait, the construction of phrases, and the deliberately smooth motor skills of her movements, she behaved like a rich woman over 50 who had had enough of the bustle of this life.
- Ears of all kinds are here. There are tails on this side. The paws are in another department - if necessary, I will take you.
I took small shiny black ears on a hidden hoop, the same shiny anal tail. Silently he nodded to her to lead me further, then he took the black velvet drawstring bags that were put on the clenched fists of his hands.
- Will you take the stamp?
- What stamp? (I was surprised)
I thought it was something related to the discount coupon that she would now offer. It’s like you collect 5 stamps and get something unnecessary!?
- Cat stamps in the form of a paw print. You can apply them to the body of your partner... or partner...
- Partners. (I clarified in a soft voice)
- Partners? Of course, I had no doubt... What color is the mascara? Black, for accessories? It’s not that difficult to wash, there shouldn’t be any traces left!
- Pack everything.
- “We don’t have discount cards” - as if having read my previous thoughts about a coupon with stamps without turning around she clarified while making her way to the cash register.
“Savvy. And he’s not afraid to be bold, bitch?” I thought, smiling as sweetly as possible. Her cheeks filled with the same feigned blush in response.
Having arrived home, I went downstairs without calling. The girl, wearing only panties and a bra, did not surprise me at all. Beautiful! After briefly following me with her gaze, she barely nodded, as if in greeting, and continued ironing her washed T-shirt on the bed. The cordless iron I bought here had a dual purpose: earlier I imagined how I would use it to burn the feet, nipples and perineum of the future victim, fixed in a homemade gynecological chair standing in the corner, still idle. But despite the already heated iron tempting me to play, I wasn’t going to do this with her at the moment.
- When was the last time you washed?
- About an hour ago, Master.
- Great!
I had to apply cat stamps on a dry body, and I didn’t want to wait an indefinite amount of time for her skin to completely dry after a fresh shower.
- Here’s the package. Put on everything that’s inside. Apply these stamps to your body. Here is a sponge with mascara for you to dab into. And go to the toilet first, if necessary.
When I got upstairs, I didn’t want to go to the shower. I quickly washed my hands and my penis in the sink while smoking a cigarette.
Having gone downstairs already naked, I found her with a headband with ears worn under her hair, an anal thin ponytail sticking out absurdly to the side from under her panties, and with a seal in her hand. She managed to put on herself no more than 15 stamps equidistant from each other, starting from the forearm to the feet, but almost her entire back remained clean, as did her body under her underwear. I approached and with two strong jerks in different directions, I tore her thin underwear. The tail immediately moved into the correct position! The sound of tearing fabric made her cry out in fear.
- From now on, you will only walk here naked.
Taking the stamp from her hands, I wet it on a sponge with ink lying nearby, and began press on her body. Several times on the back, one just above and to the right of the pubis, a few more around the nipples. I didn’t put it on my butt, because it was still all purple from the spanking. I won’t touch it again - it will heal faster... for a new spanking! I wet the stamp with the sponge again. He brought it to her nose, pressed it lightly and made several circular movements - the tip of her nose turned into a large black dot. With quick movements of the edge of the stamp, from this place I made three thin stripes along the cheeks in both directions. They turned out to be simply wonderful cat whiskers!
- Put your hands forward, clench your fingers into fists.
I put small velvet bags on her hands that were soft to the touch on the outside, which surprisingly turned out to be made of very durable fabric inside, not allowing even minimal stretching. He tightened the clasps tightly around his wrists, not allowing him to open his fingers any longer. I walked away a couple of steps to look at the presentation of the work done. She sweetly pressed her hands to her chest and looked at me awkwardly, slightly lowering her head forward.
- Spin! Show yourself from different sides... Protrude your ass... spread your legs... twirl some more... Raise your hands...
I chased her for several more minutes to pose in all the erotic poses that came to my mind. I really wanted to take photos, but I clearly decided in advance that nothing should potentially compromise me. The hatch to the basement was very well camouflaged. In the official house design there is no basement at all! I remember how the official who arrived for approval, leaning on the trunk lid of his car, put all the documents and stamps even without ever entering the territory behind the fence - all he needed was a small envelope for motivation. Ha, he then puffed up a little indicatively from his relatively small thickness, but after just one word from me: “Dollars,” he immediately broke into a smile and wished me good luck.
Photos on the phone? What if I accidentally leave it somewhere? Or will I simply get into a car accident and while, for example, I am unconscious, the police with very good intentions will go there to look for information about my loved ones in order to notify them? The investigators I knew about earlier told me how they solved several cases precisely thanks to such absurd coincidences. No, above the level of the corridor hatch into the basement, nothing should hint about my secret hobby.
I pulled a chair towards me and sat with my legs wide apart. He motioned her towards my erect penis and told her to suck it. Since her hands were tied in bags, she simply kept them bent at her chest, sucking only by tilting her head back and forth. The sight of a dick in her mouth right against the background with a cute drawn cat nose with whiskers made me cum immediately. Not even a minute has passed since the start! Almost no sperm came out of me, and after finishing the blow job, she immediately sat upright and sat in front of me, looking questioningly into my eyes. Since, due to the contraceptives she takes daily, I can now safely cum in her vagina, there is no longer any need to worry about washing the internal canal of the penis with urine after ejaculation; you can immediately begin a new act.
- Lie with your back on bed. Spread your arms and legs apart.
While she was doing what she said, I took two pairs of handcuffs and two ropes from the toy closet. Her height was still just over sixty meters, which is clearly less than the standard. The width of her outstretched arms on top of the bed was enough to directly fasten her hands with handcuffs to the rings specially located on the sides of the bed, but with her legs spread below, she clearly did not reach it. Therefore, I individually tied each leg to the lower rings with a rope.
Now she was lying on the bed in the shape of a cat stretched out with her tummy up, tied before surgery at the veterinarian. Although I haven’t touched her between her legs today, the small crotch was slightly glistening in the light with the juices released. It almost always happened to me with free partners - they became so self-excited from the blowjob they gave me at the beginning that they became wet enough for subsequent dick fucking. I wasn’t going to find out what exactly this youngster was thinking and why she was leaking now, in principle, so as not to get closer, and they would start to feel sorry for her. It leaked - great! It’s not leaking, it’s worse for her, bitch!
- Now I’ll fuck you for a long time like I fucked you on the first day. Do you remember how it was?
- Yes, I remember, Master.
- I want you to meow all the time. And the faster I fuck you, the faster you meow. I will fuck you slowly - you meow slowly. Is it clear?
- I understand, Master.
I lay on top of her, quickly rubbing the head of my penis against her secretions in the slit of her vagina a couple of times. He quickly went all the way with one powerful push and froze. She didn’t scream, but simply said quite loudly: “Meow.” The hole was again damn narrow, pressing hard on the penis from all sides, but at the same time it was very soft. I began to slowly make forward movements, to which I heard soft, rhythmic sounds: “meow... meow...”. Now I could only see her cute face with ears. After each meow, for some reason she stuck out her tongue slightly, pretending to lap it. Again an initiative on her part? This makes me fucking horny! I smiled broadly and, tuning in for a long marathon in this position, turned on the maximum speed of fucking. She obediently scribbled loud “meow, meow, meow” with her mouth, like from a machine gun. Apparently having learned over the last few days to come with her without thinking about my partner, I shot, resting my penis against the upper wall of the uterus and directly felt resistance at the tip, as if someone was blocking the exit for sperm. I made a few more frictions, as if squeezing out as much as possible from my penis into her, which she looked into my eyes and said in a gentle, almost plaintive tone, “meow.”
I have no idea how they have fun there. Arab sheikhs with their young children in castles closed from public eyes, but my sex doll was definitely at the highest level! Everyone in the world knows about the passions of the sheikhs, but this does not stop anyone from shaking hands with them under the multiple cameras of the world’s main TV channels. This is all you need to know about global hypocrisy. Loot decides everything! Whoever doesn’t think so naively, simply doesn’t have any dough...
Of course, it would be nice to have my own harem, where I would simultaneously be sucked, licked my anus, stroke my legs with my hands, stroke my torso with big soft breasts, kiss my lips and they also kissed my neck on both sides at once... while with one hand thrown to the side I would tightly squeeze and unclench the breasts of the bitch standing there especially for this purpose, with the other hand on the other side I would play with my fingers in a wide-open vagina specially selected just for this purpose another slave. How many slaves do you need in total? One... two... Eight pieces? Oh, well, there are also not enough extended moans for the background: let at this moment one slave nearby beat another with a whip, for example, tied naked to a high marble column. All this is in the open air by the pool... And since we are already in the open air, let another one, impaled in the vagina with a pin sticking out of the ground, wave a huge fan in my direction - so that it does not get hot.
Oh, it’s good when you have something to strive for! It’s much worse when there are no ideas! People go with the flow in fear, turning off the lights during rare sex, for example, before the New Year...
My penis was now swimming in a mixture of sperm and vaginal juices! Unconsciously making another movement back and forth with my penis, I heard a short “meow”, which brought me back to reality from my dreams. Opening my eyes I saw that my slave was looking at me in fascination. I again slowly went out and went back in, to which, after a quick and short response “meow”, it seemed from the shape of the drawn antennae that a slight smile appeared on her face. Continuing to look into my eyes, she slightly stuck out the sharp tip of her tongue. To say that this turned me on again is to say nothing!
- Stick your tongue out completely!
She stuck her tongue out as far as possible and then I unmistakably recognized a wide smile on her face. The member stood up like a stake!
- Keep your tongue completely stuck out, don’t put it back in!
I turned my head quite a bit to the side, opened my mouth and bit her small, almost childish tongue with my molars. Increasingly accelerating the pace of fucking, I began to chew it painfully. Without warming her tongue back, she moaned loudly and tensed with pain with her whole body... as I noticed earlier at such moments, the girl began to uncontrollably squeeze her vagina in pain. Such a reaction during a quick hard fuck is just a gift for my dick!
That evening, without taking my dick out, I came inside her three more times. After chewing her tongue in the next cycle, I tore her hair for about half an hour, strangling her along the way. After a short break in the last cycle, about 20 minutes long, I pounded my dick at maximum speed and gave the cat’s face strong slaps, alternating them with twisting the nipples.
Having finished the exercise on my new sex simulator, I spat on her profusely in the face and unfastened one hand. On his way out, he stopped in the doorway and without turning around said:
- That’s all for now. Then you will unfasten yourself. Carefully put everything back in the toy closet and wash yourself off completely!
The hot iron I saw today still left a mark in my subconscious and I immediately added:
- Tomorrow I will set your breasts and I on fire with a lighter I want you to scream loudly at the same time.
Closing the door on the other side, I turned around and managed to notice that she continued to lie in the same form in which I got off her. Even the unfastened hand did not change half the pressure. A light liquid flowed abundantly from her vagina.

[MiAnKu]

Although overall I like it, I have a feeling that if this story continues at the same pace without developing relationships and revealing the characters in more detail, then it will all quickly get boring

[-AlexNova-]

Thank you for your feedback.
In general, I agree, but initially the whole idea was to write cleverly, as it were, semi-individual stories, but then for the connection I decided to use the same characters and a single timeline. For example, it was easy to remake the last 3 chapters (9, 10, 11) into small independent stories with minimal corrections. But there are already plenty of such stories!?
(Attention, further spoiler!!!)
The plans, of course, are to constantly raise the level of bullying, which cannot continue for long with only one tortured person. But I plan to keep this girl until the end. I will keep increasing the hints about her secret love for the kidnapper, but I will never specifically confirm it anywhere in the stories - as one visitor correctly wrote here in the comments: who the hell knows what’s in the head of a 14-year-old! Plus the unclear consequences of the daily psychological trauma received from what is happening - it’s better not to even begin to understand this!
How long the narrative will last is perhaps conditionally unlimited. In the next script drafts, there will be a return to the previously mentioned three heroines: the girlfriend with whom she had sex with a bottle, and new discoveries for the main character in sex; the kidnapping of a 35-year-old (it turns out) woman, whom he saw in a neighboring town immediately before the girl’s capture - from now on she will become the main object of the resulting pain; and the spontaneous opportunity of brutal rape followed by the execution of a sex shop saleswoman who was accidentally met alone in nature.
Similar things inevitably attract similar things: an inevitable meeting with people with the same hobbies, of which there are quite a few. Exchange of experiences, and then joint parties, where everyone will brag about whose slave is more submissive, arranging for those so terrible, sometimes deadly tests, to the general applause of the elite spectators.
I can’t even imagine how to reveal more about the heroes. In my opinion, the main character has already been revealed almost completely. And the rest of the characters should specifically remain their significance as no more than a temporary toy (so that, as the main character has already explained, they do not become emotionally abused)

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Chapter 12: Fire, water and a copper pipe.


Spent the whole day riding a motorcycle through the forest. My body was craving physical activity - it was as if I was ten years younger! I didn’t immediately become stronger, but as in my youth I wanted everything possible! Several dangerous long jumps from a hill studded with trees rushing past at speed perfectly raised the adrenaline in the blood. Like a teenager, I squeezed the clutch in flight, twisting the throttle to full, purely for the roar of the engine! A wide smile made the thick helmet put unusual pressure on his cheeks. Approaching the house, even in joy, he involuntarily raised his hand in greeting to all the neighbors.
The new checkered tires had excellent grip, although they wore out quite quickly in just a day. I got rid of the old tires I found in the trash, but the fact that the previously purchased new one now looks worn is only in my favor if something happens.
These days I was looking through several local online news publications that had “Emergency and Crime” columns, but I didn’t find anything about my case. Apparently, the disappearance of a young child is not as important as the news about two old women who fought over a seat on the bus... For some reason, almost no one knows that in the mid-90s in our country there were missing persons per year, and then there were (this is an important clarification), up to 180 thousand people! Someone said that the organ trade was in full swing at that time, but I once discussed this theory with an anesthesiologist I knew (the one who sold me the syringe) and he said that this was extremely unlikely, because sometimes searching for the right donor among a bunch of offers with all over the world, even for an extremely wealthy client, can take more than a year! It is necessary to do so many compatibility tests that not everyone survives... It’s trivial that just matching the blood type is not enough, there are a hundred other factors.
During this Great Redistribution, many men were stupidly killed in the forest and buried because of business or for the purpose of squeezing out real estate, but then how did 40% of these 180 thousand turn out to be women? Now, with my newfound specific experience, I had some hunches.
Walking home and ringing the bell, I took a quick shower, then pulled out from the kitchen cabinet a small gray metal box containing a fairly basic set of medical instruments dating back to Soviet times. . He took out several long thin needles from there and threw them into a tall glass filled with pure alcohol. It seems that everything should be sterile, but it’s better to be on the safe side. He took out a large plastic bowl and dumped three packs of ice from the freezer into it. He threw a small pack of wet, alcohol-soaked napkins into the bowl on top and headed towards the hatch into the basement. He opened the hatch, put a small portable soldering iron under his arm, having first turned it on and off, and, terribly awkwardly trying to hold everything at once, began to descend. I didn’t want to make several moves, so every time an additional action was needed, I had to put everything on the floor and then pick it up again: closing the hatch, entering the code, opening and closing both doors... Well, art requires sacrifices!
The girl was still in the bathroom, already skillfully filling her ass with water with great pressure; she then emptied just as quickly. I have no idea what time it was on the clock when I pressed the button, but she was clearly in a hurry. It’s funny, of course, but despite all this, she seemed to ignore me - maybe she was offended by what? Well then in vain, because in comparison she will have to be offended today.
Smiling even from the still vague idea of ​​what exactly was waiting for her today, I approached the game cabinet. From there I recently took out a personally assembled vertical jack with a copper pin with a blunt point at the end welded to the hydraulic rod instead of a fastening washer under the threshold. The installed tip was about 40 centimeters in length and wide, but in diameter it was a centimeter wider than my penis. To polish copper perfectly, I had to travel to many workshops; everyone refused, saying that copper was soft and there would be scuffs. Why did I choose copper? It has natural antibacterial properties. Having finally found a master with the necessary equipment, he smiled and winked at me, clearly understanding what it would be used for. At the base, the vertical jack was welded to a wide 50-kilogram plate from the rod, which gave optimal stability to the structure, but in order to move it to the center of the room, I strained my whole body as much as possible. Wow.. maybe I shouldn’t put it in the closet anymore? Why, such devices are always completely homemade! In a sex shop you can only buy a few small components. If you want something specific, invent it yourself from scrap materials!
After wiping the copper tip with a wet napkin, I practiced with the step-by-step mechanism of moving the pin up - each press of the pedal added almost half a centimeter. The reverse movement handle, when pulled to the side, lowered the rod quite quickly. The sounds produced at the same time clearly interested my doll; turning in her direction, I saw her drying her hair with a hairdryer, watching me with curiosity through the reflection in the mirror. Noticing my gaze, she quickly averted her eyes to her reflection and began combing her hair.
I placed a bowl of ice on the floor, carefully placed a glass with long needles next to it, quickly checked the operation of the hand burner again by striking a lighter in front of it, and began to undress. The girl turned off the hair dryer and walked to the center of the room with quick but short steps and sat down quietly on the rug in a position ready for use. But at the same time she was sitting sideways to me, holding her head straight forward, apparently looking somewhere at the wall. Being a lawyer by vocation (but not by profession), I understood that there was nothing to formally punish her for, because it was not agreed to always take this position strictly in direction of me. Well, it’s not that I needed a reason, especially against the backdrop of what I was now going to do with her, but deep in my soul I was dragging myself from complying with all these legal nuances.
Approaching her from behind, I sat down closely on knees with legs around. I removed both hands from behind my head so that now she was consistently holding my penis with two fists. I made several progressive movements with her hands, released her hands, and now she slowly independently jerked my penis behind her back. He gently pulled her head back by the hair and began kissing her neck, loudly inhaling the fresh scent of a 14-year-old body along the way. The second hand, not busy holding her head, stroked her shoulders, breasts, lightly touched her nipples, and went into the space among her open legs. I began to slowly move my pelvis back and forth in the counter-rhythm of her fists. He wet two fingers on her open mouth and began rubbing them at the entrance between her legs. It was wet, but not oozing. Apparently we need to tighten it up a little more. But the ass was completely freshly prepared! I turned her head to the left and leaned her whole body forward so that her right cheek touched the floor. He lifted her butt higher to his level and almost straightened up. Despite the uncomfortable position, without letting go of the penis, she continued to weakly stroke it with her small fists.
- Direct it towards your ass.
Without ceasing to jerk off, she lightly buried her head in the sphincter. I clearly felt with the end how it began to clench and unclench randomly, anticipating the inevitable. I moved both of her hands to her pink ass from scars and ordered her to spread it with her hands. The slightly dark pink sphincter appeared in all its glory. Now, because of the butt spread to the sides with the hands, as well as because of the previously prolonged hard fucking, a small working hole has formed in the sphincter, which, taking into account the abundant lubrication, was enough for the penis to jump with its head inside. Anal sex for her it was clearly much more painful than vaginal and she sobbed loudly.
- Today a day of great pain awaits you! I want you to scream at the top of your voice. If you are a good girl, then all day tomorrow I will be very gentle with you, like never before. Are you ready to let me hurt you very much?
I understood that with any answer I would do everything I had planned, but I wanted her to answer, thereby realizing the upcoming torment, as if it were not only my, but also partly her choice .
- I’m ready, Master.
How does she always answer in such a way that it just explodes with desire? This doomed tone sounding from a small young body acted on me like a red rag for a bull: fuck, fuck, fuck!
I began to fuck her at a fast pace, simultaneously pulling her hands towards me.
- You can’t get away from me, bitch!
She moved her cheek on the floor in time with anal fucking and whined quietly.
- No, today you have to scream in pain !
Then I twisted her arms so much that she screamed like she was killed. By minimally varying the twisting force, I controlled the volume of her scream like a conductor controls an archestra! In addition to the audio accompaniment, the icing on the cake was the very sight of the skinny underage sex slave’s body twitching in agony. My dick entered her petite ass like a perfectly fitted piston! It was definitely thicker than her hands at the wrist! A few minutes later she was already floating face down in her own tears, but still calmly did not verbally express any protests. After all, she could have started to beg, but no - she was clearly aware of her doomed place without any attempts to even dream of rebelling against my limitless power. By the way, we should check this!
- Well, shut up quickly! So that I don’t even hear your squeak now!
She instantly fell silent, only continuing to blush in her face. I doubled the pace and knowing how much it hurts her especially when I go into her ass to the very end, I began to pound her point-blank with rough blows. She still didn’t make a sound, didn’t even sob through her nose. I twisted her hands even harder; her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, her eyes were drowning in tears, but she never made a single sound. Having leveled my hands, I slowed down the pace, preparing to help her with the expansion of the vagina before impaling it on the pin.
- You can scream again.
A loud howl instantly burst out of her, which did not stop even during sighs. I took my dick out of my ass and got up to wash it in the sink. I didn’t want to mix it up, and asking her now in this state to lick everything clean would, perhaps, be excessive. I still liked her... The young fulfiller of all my desires continued to half sit and half lie with her hands pointing back along the floor and her ass sticking out upward, burying her face in a puddle of her own tears, and roaring loudly. For some reason, her sphincter was clenching and unclenching.
I took a bottle of already opened freshly squeezed orange juice from the refrigerator and took a few sips straight from my throat. He put the bottle back and looked around for something else to enjoy quickly. I broke off a small bunch of seedless grapes... yes, the whole refrigerator was filled with the most healthy and tasty food - I take care of my property... Snapping the lights off the grapes and throwing them into my mouth, I stood in front of her. He threw one grape down right into the puddle in front of her face and ordered her to eat it. Without changing her general position, she moved slightly and took the berry in her mouth.
Well, at least she stopped whining while she was chewing. This is an old psychological technique of distracting attention by focusing attention on something completely outside the current context. To put it simply, it’s like, for example, parents telling a child who is starting to cry when he bumps into something, “Oh, look what a cloud is in the sky!” Just like a giraffe!” and the child at this moment begins to diligently look for a non-existent cloud in the form of a giraffe, forgetting about the pain.
In a calm voice, I told her to get up, helped her with both hands, slightly lifting her forearms, and together we headed into the bath. She stepped inside, I sat down on the edge and turned on the warm shower and began to gently wash her, stroking her with my hand. She sobbed several more times... She’s a strong girl, but still a little bit of a child!
- Have you calmed down?
She childishly nodded her head several times, wiping her eyes with her hand. Continuing to sit on the edge, I leaned inside the bathtub and turned it to face me. He threw one leg behind his back. He inserted the head of his penis into her finally very wet vagina. He lifted me up a little, said to throw the second leg up... and smoothly lowered himself onto the penis, pressing him to himself. She positioned her head to the side, gently resting her chin on my forearm, and wrapped both arms around my neck. I began to smoothly slide my member back and forth in her.
- Is this more pleasant than in the ass?
- Yes, Master.
I myself didn’t pay attention at first, that she said the forbidden “Yes” in the address, until after a few seconds she, a little nervously, corrected herself:
- This is much more pleasant, Master!
Without intending to scold at all, I just stroked her gently along the back, continuing leisurely movements inside the vagina.
It’s not that the position was uncomfortable, but for some reason at that moment I really wanted her under me on the bed.
- Let’s go to the bed, I want to cum in you. Lead me by the hand.
I consciously gave her a more complex command; for some reason the thought flashed through my mind that in the future she would completely entertain me with fictitious scenarios, so that I wouldn’t even have to tell her anything. It’s worth a try...
She got off me, took me by one hand and led me (herself!) to the bed. After hesitating a little in front of the bed, I told her that now I wanted to be on top, and continuing to hold my hand, she lay on my back while simultaneously pulling me along with her. I smoothly took the initiative, threw her hands behind my back and gently continued to fuck, while she looked at me with her eyes still a little red from crying.
Slightly increasing the pace, clearly heading towards the imminent finale, I felt her barely noticeable, but plays along with me with her hips - yes, she definitely gets high from vaginal sex!?
I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth, speeding up the pace even more. She again wet the sheets copiously with her secretions! For some reason, out of habit from my old life, I said that I was going to cum now, and seeing her little smile, I now moaned protractedly, shooting more and more portions of sperm inside. This lasted for ten whole seconds! She again vibrated her whole body under me several times.
I pulled out of her and climbed a little higher, ending up with my dick hanging in front of her face.
She, without instructions, began to lick the penis covered in sperm and her juices , took the scrotum in her hands for a more thorough licking. I pulled back and saw the same mixture flowing out of her narrow vagina. He ordered her to pick it all out with her fingers and lick it clean. She became very pliable and followed directions with a slight playfulness. To test my theory, I went to the toy closet and took a previously used metal dildo. He handed it to her and told her to fuck herself, to which she replied that she would do whatever I wanted. Literally a second later she quickly played them back and forth, spreading her legs wide. Damn, now I’m going to impale this bitch on her!
Having interrupted her self-fucking, I pulled out the dildo from her and slapped her hard in the face. She instinctively grabbed her face with both hands, and I took her by the hair and dragged her to the next place of torture. Having stopped it right above the copper pin retracted to the lowest position, I began to press the hydraulic pedal with my foot. A few seconds later, the weakly sharpened pin rested exactly between her legs.
- Where is it better to pierce you, bitch? In the ass or in the pussy?
She was clearly shocked by the sharp contrast of what was happening. Although what did she expect, if I installed this pin today at the very beginning, then who would have to sit on it? Me, or what? Although I admit to myself too: I just changed my behavior so dramatically only because I felt some kind of emotional attachment. It was very good to be with her! In these circumstances, this will definitely not lead to any good (for me). I shook her hard by the hair and asked again:
- I’m asking where is the best place to pierce you? Should I shove it up your ass?
- Don’t, Master! Please, not in the ass! (she answered in hysterics and covered her eyes with her hands again, bursting into tears)
Continuing to hold her by the hair with one hand, I pushed her a little, pumping the pedal again, and then the tip of the pin finally decided on the selected hole.
- Spread your legs!
She obediently spread her legs. I started pumping the pedal intensely. After about 15 centimeters inside the vagina (it’s a pity, I didn’t make clear markings - I’ll have to fix it) she began to slightly narrow the width of the stand to be a little higher - apparently the pin was already approaching the edge. As if nothing had happened, I continued to pump the pedal... After a few more pumps, it howled loudly. Everything matches! I went to the closet, took out the handcuffs and fastened her hands from behind. I was so carried away by fucking her that the ice in the bowl almost melted. This means we will be without cooling... The pin, planted to the limit, did not allow it to deviate in any direction. She stood with her whole body stretched out as if on a stretch, sometimes whimpering loudly in obvious despair at the situation. I set the boot on fire and came close looking into her eyes and asked:
- Remind me that yesterday when I left I told you to set fire to me?
She burst into tears loudly, but still answered:
- You promised to set my chest on fire, Master.
- What should you do at this moment? (I clarified in a mocking tone)
- I will have to scream loudly, Master...
Satisfied with the correct answer, I smiled as widely as I could and began to hold the burner right at her breasts. I felt the pressure in my chest even at a distance of half a meter, I can’t imagine what she felt at that moment... Although we haven’t even started yet! She might and would like to lean back slightly, she didn’t know what to do, because in this position with a pin between her legs, any, even very small movements from the ideally extended vertical position, caused her pain in the vagina. Despite the fact that she was already standing on her tiptoes, I pumped the pedal again. The whole room filled with a prolonged scream, and I quickly ran the flame of the burner across her thigh. Her eyes widened in shock. I decided to press home a little with a sadistic question:
- Which breast do you think should be fried? Or is it not worth it yet?
I, of course, did not intend to do this at all, but following the centuries-old rules of English diplomacy, you should first create a problem, and then offer to buy its solution, where for a happy ending you only need to do nothing do.
- Not yet, Master!
- Why isn’t it worth it yet? (I pressed her capitulation)
She clearly didn’t know what to say, since the answer was implied to be long and complex, which she was clearly not in the mood to think about right now. She did not take her eyes off the burner, which I slowly moved from one hand to the other.
After waiting a short pause and thereby showing her that she was no closer to an intelligible answer, I quickly ran the burner over one breast , where redness immediately formed. She screamed again in pain, first twitching strongly, then screamed again, freezing with her whole body, feeling the pin.
- Do you want to live a long life?
- I really want to, Master!
- Do you understand that this is only possible if you are completely submissive to me and I will be happy with you?
- I understand everything, Master... (and then she finally got it) I will always do whatever you want! I promise that I will never let you down, Master! My life belongs to you and only you! I completely belong to you, Master! I want to make you the happiest in the world! I... I... I’m ready for anything! You are my favorite man. I want you to fuck me everywhere, to tear me apart from the inside, to fuck me in the ass. Master, I understand everything! Please forgive me. I want to live next to you for a long time! Master! My Master!!!
- What if I get bored with you? (I’m a damn blow)
- Master! My love! Never, you’ll see! Give me one chance! I want to be the best for you! Your cat... rabbit, fish! Just so that you feel good, my Master!
While more than satisfied with the result, I only allowed myself to smile internally, outwardly maintaining an indifferent look.
- I like to hurt you sometimes.
- Master, I was created for this! I am all and everywhere yours! You can do whatever you want with me!
- Okay. So you’ll be happy if I burn your breasts? (this was essentially the final question of the exam)
- If you want it that way, Master. I will be happy no matter what you do to me! Sorry, Master... I didn’t understand this before, Master!?
I pulled the lever on the jack to the side and the pin quickly slid to the very bottom, getting out completely from her vagina. She remained standing quietly in the same place.
- Today I was in the mood to play waiting with you. Do you mind if I finish what I started?
- I will be happy to please you, Master!
Almost believing in the complete collapse of her consciousness, I began to take out alcohol-preserved needles. He pulled one out right in front of her face with the tip up.
- I want to pierce your right nipple, help me.
She, smiling, slightly squeezed her right breast from below, pulled back the nipple and said:
- I am so happy that I am with you, Master!
While she held her nipple retracted, I put a needle to it and looked at her. We made eye contact. She continued to smile a blissful smile. Isn’t it broken? There was no need to press hard; the long needle passed across the nipple without any resistance. She just briefly said “Oh.”
- I want to insert another needle there.
She didn’t bite off the nipple, but on the contrary, she only pulled it back further. I drove the second needle diagonally - now it had a conventional cross of needles intersecting inside the nipple.
Turning on the burner again, I told her to stick out her breasts as much as possible. She removed her hand from the nipple and now squeezed her breast with both hands on both sides so that it protruded with the nipple a couple of centimeters outward. I brought the shank at an angle and began to warm the tip of one of the inserted needles. After a few seconds, the tip became red hot. I smelled burnt flesh. I touched the singed needle on the other side and almost got burned.
- Are you hurt?
- Very much, Master. But I’m ready to endure it with joy.
- I want you not to behave like that anymore. Be as before. Don’t smile all the time. If you’re hurt, always show it. If you want to cry, don’t hold back until I order otherwise
- Sorry, Master! I understood everything! I will not disappoint you.
Then she began to breathe heavily, looking at her chest with pierced nipples. I touched the second perpendicular needle; it was barely warm. He began to move it back and forth in the nipple. The slave began to moan in pain. Phew, I really thought that she had gone crazy, but no, everything was back to normal... I felt in the bowl of water a few small pieces of ice that were still preserved and placed them in my palm on her nipple, which had been singed by a needle.
- Thank you, Master! You are very kind!
- I am ready to be significantly more kind to you. But let’s talk about it tomorrow... I took the needles and returned upstairs.

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Chapter 13: Adam and Eve.



I woke up in the middle of the night. I was drawn to the girl’s basement. What is this feeling? Well, perhaps not love, but definitely infatuation. While still somehow thinking with his head, he mentally promised himself, no matter what happens, to under no circumstances let her out of the basement, no matter how far things go! I took a shower and went downstairs without ringing. She woke up when I opened the last door. The general light was turned off, only a somewhat quilted duty light was on in the kitchen.
- Master, are you all right?
The little girl immediately jumped out completely naked from under the blanket and rushed towards me!
- Master, I’m so glad to see you! Can I help you with anything?
She quickly pulled off my panties and began to stretch her head towards my penis for a blowjob.
- No, wait...
She looked confused at me as if she had done something wrong. My subconscious temporarily turned on and said: “She was sleeping and just woke up... look, she’s all sleepy! Such joy cannot be faked so quickly. So everything that was said to her yesterday was true?” But then a more menacing voice sounded in my head: “This doesn’t change anything. I won’t let her out of the basement, I made a promise. No options! But I don’t want to openly mock her anymore either.”
- Let’s go to bed.
She took me by the hand to the bed and threw back the blanket. She pulled me into bed and pressed her whole body against me. I bent slightly for the blanket and covered both of us up to the forearm. She smiled looking straight into my eyes. He reached out to her with his hand and began stroking her cheek. Suddenly I felt her small hand on top of mine. She reached out to me with a kiss. So we spent about twenty minutes, hugging along the way. Feeling my erect penis, she lightly pushed me in the chest, laying me on my back and climbed on top. She licked her palm and ran it between her legs. She groped my penis and inserted it into the soft vagina of a half-asleep girl. She sat down slowly, but I was in no hurry. After a couple of minutes, she was already actively moving on top, occasionally moaning.
- I will never let you out of here, do you understand that?
- Everything is fine, Master! This is not necessary.
From these words I began to cum inside her. As a result, we fell asleep in this position...
I woke up from the sound of water in the shower! I looked at the wall clock - it was already almost 10 am. The lamps simulating daylight were automatically turned on.
- Boss, you are awake! Do you want to take a shower? I threw off the blanket and headed towards her. As soon as I stepped into the bath, she began to pour a warm shower over me and rinse my penis. He stood up slightly from the girl’s touches. She squeezed the gel onto a sponge, took my penis in her mouth, holding it with one hand, began to rub my legs, testicles, and ass with the other, then changed her hand and washed it wherever she could reach it with one hand at a time, without removing the penis from her mouth. I washed off the remaining gel from the shower hose and sat down on the special place in the large corner bathtub. She got down on her knees and started sucking while jerking it with both hands. After about a long half hour, she realized that I didn’t want to cum like that and turned her ass towards me and spread it a little with both hands. I nodded affirmatively. She immediately took a tube of lubricant and began to quickly push first one, and then two lubricated fingers into herself. I sat with my legs spread out at both ends of the bath and my penis standing up. Having put the tube back in place, she began to back away towards me with her wide-eyed butt. She guided my penis into the sphincter with her hand, then, half-suspended and out of breath, she leaned her hands on my legs and, sighing softly, sharply pushed herself all the way. I pulled her towards me. He hung a little on top, since he was much taller, and we started kissing. While I was sitting motionless, she was simply impaled on me until the end. Having pulled away from the kisses, I made it clear that it was time to work with my ass. She did not move very quickly, but each time she pointedly stuck in until the end. Judging by the pitiful look of her face, I realized that she was in great pain, but I wasn’t going to stop her yet - I was about halfway to orgasm. I held her by the body, put her against the wall and began to choose the rhythm myself - naturally, much more accelerated. I didn’t go in until the very end, but only three-quarters of the way in, but I soon turned on the turbo mode. She felt that I would soon cum, despite the pain, and began periodically squeezing the sphincter for greater tightness. It was very surprisingly pleasant, but I still finished by pushing my dick all the way, which is why she screamed in pain again.
- Is everything okay, Master?
- Everything is fine. You’re doing great!
- Should I prepare breakfast, Master? What do you like?
- You are my little breakfast! (I joked) I’ll cook for us myself, while you change the sheets and make the bed
- She smiled, removed herself from my penis and began to lick it. Then, after rinsing my mouth, I took out two towels, handed one to me, and after drying myself, I went to clean up. At the same time, for some reason, I put my panties, which had been washed off at night, in the dryer. Apparently she already washed them?
I made us scrambled eggs with cheese and literally 5 seconds of fried bacon. Light salad of leaves and tomatoes with sour cream. We leisurely had breakfast, smiling at each other.
- Master, can I surprise you with something? Maybe you would like to do something with me?
- Do you already have a ready-made idea?
- Master, I know that you like to fuck me hard. Hang me by my arms, put my ass on a thick copper pin - it is very wide and it will hurt me like never before, and in the meantime you will fuck me in the pussy. By the way, since I’ll be suspended, I don’t mind another spanking. And, if possible, please, please, pierce my nipples with needles again - at this point it will become easier to pull them back. And if you’re in the mood, you can scroll through it. It will hurt me very, very much, I promise, Master!
I didn’t know what to do at that moment. Burst from happiness? On the one hand, I wanted to fuck her right now, but on the other hand, I just wanted to do everything suggested to her!
- Okay, I’ll go upstairs now to get some needles... since you liked it so much.
I got up and, with a completely clouded idiot’s mind, went to the door while she was wiping the furniture in the room with a rag. I had almost closed the door behind me when she called out to me to please take my panties upstairs, saying that everyone here is only completely naked... and blew me a kiss. Out of politeness, given the quality of today, I went for the panties. Having already walked through almost the entire 20-meter long room to the dryer, out of the corner of my eye I noticed rapid movement. The girl was banging on the unlocked door that I had just left. Purely on instinct, I ran after her. Running into the cold corridor, she slammed the door behind her, probably thinking that there was already freedom there... The cold corridor was always without light, so there was no way to see what was there further, but she still took the risk! Even theoretically looking at the 6-digit code and nothing comes to mind, somehow forging my fingerprint... she will run into the next one with an 8-digit code, which she doesn’t know for sure. What is the chance that the first option you come across will be correct? One in 100 million? Okay, this is a small one, but also a chance. And then again there is a dark room - the hatch on this side opens by squeezing. She’s not strong enough.
Having estimated that she has a chance of one in about 8 billion, where this one is already me, that is, she has nothing left, I slowly walked up to the door, scanned the fingerprint, entered the code, and carefully pulled the door towards me , the opening sound went off and... and nothing! I stood there dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. In short: if I wanted to shit, I would definitely shit myself right now. But then I heard the click of the tongue of the electronic lock. Wait, it turns out it was open all these few seconds after my last use and only now closed? I put my finger on it again, entered the code, heard the click of the tongue coming off... and pulled the door towards me with all my strength. The cunning bitch, obviously unexpectedly, flew into the room tightly holding the handle on the other side.
- Hello. And I was looking for you.
It is unknown from what devilish depths of consciousness this ice-cold irony has now emerged from me. Lying on her stomach on the floor, she looked at me and screamed:
- No! Nooo! This is not fair! No! Mother! Nooo! Please!
She didn’t even try to crawl away, continuing to talk to herself. On full autopilot, as if it wasn’t me who controlled my body, without feeling the weight at all, I lifted her from the floor by the hair with my left hand, and with my right hand, for some reason, knocked her out with one blow to the forehead.

[Biron]

We are waiting for the continuation while the intrigue remains

[Biron]

Well, I’m starting to worry, will there be a continuation?

[-AlexNova-]

It will be, it will be! Just writing one chapter takes about 6-10 hours. I have a bit of a backlog of things to do in the real world. I don’t promise a continuation right now, but anything can happen.
I wrote briefly about the plot of the continuation as a whole at the beginning of the comment on August 19, 2023, 2:07 pm.
Thank you for waiting :cat2: I count and write for you!

[Biron]

Thank you) I’m really, really looking forward to it)

[-AlexNova-]

For now, I’m posting an edited version of all 13 chapters. There are no changes to the plot, but grammatical errors have been removed where possible; some words have been changed to synonyms to avoid frequent repetitions; sometimes words in a sentence are simply swapped for the sake of easier-to-read reading. Unfortunately, direct copying here from the "Word" format does not automatically transfer the red lines - you have to put "_____" at the beginning, because I haven’t figured out how to do them fully here! If anyone knows a way, then leave it in the comments...

Evolution.

Chapter 1: Denial and Anger.

_____Years Since I was 20, I began to understand that in sex I was much more interested in the emotional component than the purely physical one. Regular sex with a simply beautiful body became boring by about 25. At some point I even realized that I was more interested not in the fact of “getting a girl into bed,” but in making me fall head over heels in love with myself, or something - for a change! ? Several times it even happened that after two or three dates he offered to go out of town with me for the weekend and after agreeing, he lost all interest in the girl, because then it would be the same thing! No, it will be great, but still not as cool as I imagine, so why waste time? Some people may not understand my spoiled behavior, but people never appreciate what they have; I always easily got the attention of girls. I am sincerely shocked to learn that some people don’t get sucked, don’t swallow, are terrorized in relationships by sex - men, but what’s wrong with you? Do you value yourself that low? Maybe that’s why they behave this way with you - this is a constant uncontrolled test at the subconscious level in a relationship on the part of a woman! Well, oh well...
_____After the 2000s, the Internet not only appeared everywhere as a phenomenon, but was also saturated with all kinds of content: the problem was not a lack of information, but only a personal lack of understanding of what exactly you need to look for. And everything could be found! My mini-discovery was sex stories, mainly the “forced”, “execution” and the like sections. If at the age of 15 I could calmly “distort” up to 15 times a day, otherwise I would be “torn” with energy from within and this would lead to an outburst of excessive, difficult-to-control aggression, then by the age of 30, before the opening of the section of rapid variety on the topic of sexual acts, my needs decreased to 3-5 times a day. Then I again returned to the level of my 15-year-old age. It turned out that the issue here is not some “natural” age-related drop in testosterone, but boredom from everyday life - even despite all the successful temporary attempts to add color by tying up a girl, using toys and even sticking on the bottle during the final blowjob when she sits on her haunches with her legs spread, leaning her back against the wall, and I literally plow her throat with my dick, while the expanding neck of the bottle standing on the floor sinks more and more into her due to the weakening of the leg muscles, which are in such an uncomfortable position... and little Moreover, not only physical dominance is important, but also moral: first we go to the supermarket together, where I insist that she personally choose a bottle of wine or champagne of the “correct” shape for the upcoming act. Of course, every time at such a moment I heard something like: “Are you crazy?”, but in the end, always after just a couple of hours, her completely obedient throat accepted my penis with her lips, which were wetted with one or two tears from the received between legs of pain, which sometimes had to be achieved by simultaneously pressing down her shoulders with my hands. They say that only women can have multiple orgasms - it’s not true, at such a moment I periodically came twice with a break of literally a second or two! Simultaneous pain and obedience - it turns out that this turns me on so much.
_____But I didn’t advance beyond this level! Whatever one may say, I can say that I sincerely loved all my partners, and love also implies responsibility. To hurt, especially if she likes it, yes, but to injure her, no way! Weak strangulation, not very strong slaps, a slight pull of the hair tied into a bun in my fist - I responsibly could not afford more. This is a line that I was not going to cross, for fear of falling into the abyss with all the ensuing consequences... which really infuriated me, because I again came across a subconscious barrier.

Chapter 2: Bargaining and Depression.

_____Due to the previously described internal conflict, I began to move away from my “other halves”. For me, it was easier to jerk off, immersed in my deep fantasies while reading the next sex story, than to routinely have sex with all its most banal, carbon-copy side moments, such as forgetting panties in the most unobvious places, at the end with stroking and supposedly innocent reflections on about a future together... or the evening doorbell, where I was greeted “as I like”, naked in only my coat and handbag held wide open with my arms! Well, maybe not completely naked, but perhaps only in stockings and a “half-length” demi bra showing open nipples. Again, the first 10 times it was cool, even mind-blowing, but then I got used to it and I was already more internally angry from such surprises, because I had just gotten ready to watch some interesting video on YouTube after a recent cringe, and then start working? Yes, exactly work. I understand that this sounds loud, and I’m deliberately exaggerating, but that’s pretty much it! Firstly, this means that tomorrow morning I will have to take her home or to work, despite all her assurances that she will take a taxi again - I can’t do that, this is my principle! And since I live relatively far outside the city near a forest lake, the journey there and back will not be fast and will take at least 2 hours through the inevitable traffic jams of the capital city. And secondly, even if the “friend” is in the car herself, then she will receive maximum emotions, which, in fact, she came for, and I will only get half of it, because this will be refined sex in my understanding. I agree that this is just a matter of point of view, but still I was pressed by a certain realization that in this “deal” I was not the maximum beneficiary, and it would be better if no one got you than that. Dog in the manger? Yes, but we have what we have. It’s like the joke where a patient is asked if he suffers from alcoholism, to which he replies that, no, he enjoys it! So I, in some perverted form, suffered and enjoyed... but I suffered!
_____It all ended with me withdrawing into myself and stopping free communication not only with women, but also with male friends. Women can only offer sex that is sterile in my understanding, and men are worried about getting drunk, mixed with degenerate conversations about geopolitics with complete ignorance of historical facts, only a superficial division of the world into white and black, good and bad, Us and Them... and so on! Damn, sometimes we studied in the same school, they were excellent students, and I was a C student - well, how is it that since then I have learned a ton of things, but they not only did not learn anything new, but even forgot the school curriculum? And everyone has a beer belly!? What’s the point of having a new Mercedes if you’re a degenerate in life!? Yes, you have achieved more than 90% of even greater degenerates, but what makes you stop, because the measure of success should not be others around, but you yourself, yesterday? And then they also complain that their children don’t respect them, wife cheatingand in general the whole world is unfair! No, the world is always fair... by its indifference!

Chapter 3 : Acceptance.

_____It seems that all my relationships with the weaker sex took place only in idle time, but after the final cessation of communication with women, I was surprised a wagon with a cart of free time appeared, which somehow naturally ended up being realized in the final organization of a completely own buy and sell business without partners. Nothing in life is as intoxicating as success, and even the realization of this does not protect you from the final clouding of your mind that you deserve more: an almost hundredfold increase in income within a year, and even with the prospect of confident growth, made me think about admitting the idea of ​​realizing my previously hidden desires.
_____It’s one thing when, during sex, the phase inevitably turns into an imitation of almost rape with the merciless squeezing of a woman’s breast into a fist, a rough gouging of all her holes suitable for a penis... her feigned plea to stop (my compliments here, of course), with the simultaneous feeling with my penis that she is flowing and cumming every 30 seconds for the 6th time in a row, while I force myself to think about the design of a complex multi-link suspension in my car, so as not to instantly cum at this moment, because I have never in my life I didn’t use a condom, which, by the way, as a bonus, always weeded out women who were easy on the front when I made my choice and because I was the only one among all my friends who ended up never being infected with anything... and it’s a completely different matter when you do everything kind of the same the same thing, only without imitation, but really raping, calmly allowing yourself to painfully squeeze her breast with your hand, twisting her nipple until she screams and mercilessly hammering one by one into all the holes while she tearfully begs to stop?
_____The conditional unlimited means first of all brought to mind the idea of construction of a new house on the site. My fanatical adherence to the principle “if you want something done well, then do it yourself” forced me to learn the basics of laying the foundation, distributing power cables, the correct geometry of air ducts, water pipes, floor heating pipes with connections from the boiler room and, it turns out, the necessary certain angle of them tilt, in just over a week. Plus, the fewer people know about all this, the better they will sleep. Again, thanks to the Internet for the opportunity to learn at this level, and for free! Through an acquaintance of an acquaintance, another acquaintance managed to hire as an assistant a smart and handy builder from Poland, whose team had just completed a large project in the capital. After the offered amount, he happily stayed, telling the old team that he would take a vacation. In a month and a half, 12-13 hours of daily work with just the two of us, except for moments with a crew of crane operators at some stage of roof construction, we managed to finish the one-story house of my dreams, which did not even require standing up the foundation due to low loads... and yes, with a wonderful studio-type basement that had a huge bath, a luxurious kitchen, a huge bed, a mini gym and much more to come! Just once my assistant asked why all this needs to be duplicated so richly on the main floor and in the basement, to which I replied that I’m not a fan of windows and there’s no point in building a house on two floors when you can get the same thing conditionally with one floor - my answer is quite arranged and he even nodded his head in agreement.
_____Then the plan moved into the final and most important stage! Progress does not stand still: on the one hand, the same Internet helped me with knowledge like nothing ever before in the history of mankind, on the other hand, progress could ultimately destroy me with the presence of passive tracking, road safety cameras, and so on. I knew that, as they say, you shouldn’t “mess up” where you live, so I decided to look for the fulfillment of my desires in a neighboring town. It was summer outside, which provided a convenient opportunity to see girls walking around open for public display without any fur coats or coats hiding their figure.

Chapter 4: Action.

_____A neighboring town near the capital with a population of just under 8 thousand people. It’s quite a distance along the road route, but it takes about 10 minutes directly through the forest on a cross-country motorcycle. Little paradise. No multi-apartment panels, maximum 3-storey multi-apartment houses in the cottage style. The population is ideally characterized by the middle class, which means all the girls are as well-groomed as possible with proper nutrition from childhood. Having beautifully painted on the numbers on the motorcycle, changed two numbers and one letter, pasted two bright red stripes on the sides to divert attention, changed the stickers of the motorcycle logos, changed the tires that I found at an independent garbage dump outside the city - after the job I will immediately remove all this and I recycle.
_____I started hanging out at the local store; there was a bench about 50 meters before the entrance. And there are also a bunch of benches everywhere nearby, also at a distance of 50 meters from each other - good, there is no reason to sit down next to me and thereby take a closer look. A random drunk (where are they not?) will also not fit, because it is clear that a biker on a cross bike is definitely not drinking at the moment and is generally against all this, and will not give money for booze. The review from here, it should be noted, was amazing! And a lot of escape directions.
_____An interesting feature of the modern world is that no one cares about each other: what kind of new biker is riding here, who it is - no one cares! Everyone is so tolerant, they push into everyone the culture of “it’s none of your business, don’t interfere” - I think this makes it easier for the top to control us. Moreover, such behavior is not considered slavish obedience at all, but, on the contrary, good manners of high society, which everyone subconsciously strives for. Cool, the circle is closed: harvest the harvest, shear the sheep!!!
_____With my paranoia to do everything correctly and not get caught, I, despite the rather warm summer, never took off my helmet, never entered any store or other establishment in this city, so as not to get caught CCTV camera. Even a banal re-sticking of the logo of a motorcycle brand will never deceive even a more or less knowledgeable biker, but external observation from a camera from such a distance completely removes the individual small differences between different sneakers, and a large brand sticker can be seen no, no, yes, thereby following the wrong trail .
_____I didn’t sit still all day, but periodically rolled here and there, studying the area. But not loudly - there is no need to irritate the neighbors, otherwise if I constantly drive, then the owners of good houses around, naturally all with at least minimal connections in life, will complain where necessary, and the police will simply stop me to check my documents - then I will fall under a potential tick as suspicious person. And so I even nodded my helmet to local residents passing by and almost always everyone nodded kindly back to me, although my face was not visible through the visor of the helmet. One man, apparently admiring motorcycle technology and thereby experiencing subconscious curiosity with unconscious affection, saw me again a few days later and was the first to nod in greeting! Great, that means I don’t cause suspicion or discomfort!
_____I understood that all this would take at least a week, and could last up to a month. It is theoretically possible to grab just anyone, even a fairly beautiful one, with a little luck on the very first day, but I was professionally cold-blooded, especially since I was counting on a one-time action with subsequent laying low.
_____By the way, what I didn’t expect was the lack of a phone with the Internet. Knowing about the complete tracking of all phones by triangulation of cell towers with subsequent archives for all citizens of the country (this costs nothing, this is a side effect of the work of cellular operators, because each of them always knows where you are plus/minus 50 meters, and with 5G technology ” up to a few centimeters, otherwise how would your phone receive an incoming call if the operator did not know where and at which tower in the country you are currently located) I did not take the phone with me, leaving it at home. At some moments I just didn’t know what to do with myself due to idleness. You also won’t be able to get a book unless there’s someone suitable in the viewing radius; then reading with a helmet on my head, I’d look stupid and suspicious. It will be necessary to buy an “mp3” player on the radio market and pump audio books into it, otherwise in the era of smartphones they have not been sold in our stores for a long time.

Chapter 5: Sudden discovery.

_____Interesting The woman’s instinct works - they always need someone who doesn’t fucking need them at that moment. Moreover, the more the fuck they don’t need, the more they need that same one! Yes, and preferably right now! With all my relatively depraved sex life, for example, I never received naked photos with captions like “I want you,” there was always just a text in the style of “I can come if you want,” and here after being ignored on my part friends to the banal “Where have you gone?” it started: one even sent a video from a close-up angle of her thin spread legs in bright white lace stockings, contrasting with her tanned body, like sitting on the neck of a champagne bottle. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew for sure from the small mole on my leg that the video was hers. I already mentioned earlier that I really liked this fetish, but I always understood that they were rather just meeting me, and although they did it, they did it without enthusiasm, or something, but here... a couple of minutes after the video was sent, which I I’ve already watched it three times, and another message comes: “When we meet, I’m ready to sit on it completely.”
_____Despite my, as it seemed, morally final reorientation towards the upcoming exclusively really violent sex, I could not refuse this. The response message came immediately: “I’m at 22. I’ll take a taxi here and pay for it back tomorrow.” Even though he was in great excitement from the desire to literally tear her today, in a specially equipped rack for this purpose, a ring in the ceiling for hanging, metal phalluses of different diameters and sizes, an antique silver bulb that expands to the sides for torturing the vagina and anus, a homemade gynecological chair with restraints, a bed with loops for tying arms and legs, I did not take her to my basement, so as not to ask unnecessary questions. We limited ourselves to a studio bedroom-living room on the main floor.
_____I will say this, despite the fact that the bottle of champagne brought to her was not the standard 0.75, but a shorter one with a volume of only 0.4, it was the same width at the base with an almost even consistent expansion from the neck, so I boldly decided Without fear of piercing the uterus this time, insert it completely. When she was only halfway dressed, it became clear that because of her narrow vagina, she would not be able to move beyond this conditional mark on her own and I needed to do something to help. She, to her credit, tried diligently to achieve what was promised by thrusting herself with jerks all over her body. I came close to her, squatted down and hugged her with my arms at the inner bends of her knees, thanks to which her feet came off the floor and now she was hanging only with my support. I won’t say that I’m a straight bodybuilder, but I held her 45 kilograms with both hands without straining. Already with her legs raised up, I slowly lowered her and at the very end I even pushed her down until I felt that her body was resting on the floor. Taking a step back, I saw what I wanted: at the very bottom, between her legs that remained raised up, which she now held with her hands, only the barely visible edging of the bottom of a dark green bottle glittered near the floor - this was the maximum immersion. The view is amazing! Drops fell from her small breasts to the floor from her small, pointed nipples. At first I thought it was sweat, but then I looked at her face - tears were flowing like a river, already leaving copious streaks of mascara on her cheeks. Despite all this, she did not make a single sound of pain. The highest submission... I roughly grabbed her hair with both hands, clenched her into fists and inserted my penis into her mouth, which had already opened in advance for what was to come. Literally after a few powerful beats, I stopped as deep inside as I could. Only remembering this moment did I realize later that if I myself was almost in pain from the nose pressing strongly into my stomach, then what was it like for her... I came powerfully down her throat! She had already been trained in this way more than once and helped me with controlled laryngeal spasms, which made me immediately cum again without taking it out! After holding my penis inside for about five seconds, I slowly pulled it out, releasing her head, but instead of the usual instant inhalation and exhalation, due to holding her breath for such a long time, she waited another second or two, exhaled smoothly and inhaled just as smoothly, looking intently at me with tear-stained eyes.
_____What happened next was something I never expected: she said that she loved me very much and would always be ready for anything I wanted! No, I’ve heard something like this more than once in a fit of passion, but here it was completely different. The level of meaningfulness of the statement was incredible. I repeat: I never had a relationship with a girl if I didn’t love her. Yes, I could love several at once, but I loved sincerely with all my heart. I love her too. I just had the best orgasm of my life. I realized my brightest fetish with the full penetration of a bottle - after all, that’s essentially why I started this whole story with the search for a desire slave in the basement, because I understood that without walking a very thin, near-criminal line, I wouldn’t be able to get this in a normal relationship . I mean, fetish games are games, but I always knew the limit. And then... She gave herself completely, and I took her completely. That same invisible wall of what is prohibited has disappeared. And I implemented it with her. You felt mixed feelings: simultaneous disappointment in yourself from the violated principles of caution and a never before experienced huge feeling of some kind of gratitude, duty?
_____She quickly fell asleep lying perpendicular to my feet. In the morning we had breakfast and she left. We never said a word to each other. But it’s interesting that there wasn’t any awkward tension, or what? And I would say that this feeling was on both sides. I fell in love? Well, no, this has never happened. Being a rational person, I decided to simply wait for a while without thinking about the past night, in order to then think about everything with a fresh mind. In the meantime, this will help me... return to the plan!

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 6: Flower.

_____Already on the fifth day from the start of the search, I visually knew 90% of all visitors to this store. Surprisingly, there were only five beauties of them (!!!), although I expected at least a hundred from such an area. Maybe they all go to supermarkets in cars? But there are no options to catch someone: everything is in the cells, even in the toilet!
_____Three were around 20 years old, but they were... there is even such a joke on the Internet: “they are the same” - yes, they are good figures from birth, but it’s as if they have the same stylist, image maker, and so on: all from a clone factory wives for celebrities. But two more were probably closer to 30, and maybe even a year or two older. Such older women seems to be not my format, especially for the desired purpose, but I myself was surprised by my desire, which was now awkwardly sticking out through my tight biker pants. What’s the whole point here? At 20, almost everything is, one way or another, a matter of taste, but beauties are purely a matter of age. But by the age of 30 and beyond, there are only one beauties in such a way that one gets up at the mere sight of them, and maybe less often, and such women are real pearls. They remain chic well into their 40s. It’s immediately clear: her genetics are perfect, she takes care of herself, her partner is wealthy, she smells good, everything is always shaved without any reminders, luxury underwear, not a single mole on the body, without too much perfume, and so on further...
_____I thought about her for another two hours, but then my heart sank. Moreover, I didn’t even immediately understand what happened. I looked around twice - nothing! What is it? Keeps stabbing! Is this really senile? It’s choking your throat! I was seriously scared... And then I saw Her! Very young, but her age is uncertain: from 17 to 24. She was wearing an elegant, light, more designer than practical, open jacket, through which her small breasts and thin arms were visible. To match the style of the jacket is a short skirt with thin legs in bright striped socks in the color of all the joys of summer. A short, snow-white T-shirt that ends well above a girl’s navel. Huge sunglasses covered half her head, but for some reason I knew she had a very beautiful face. She just must have a very pretty face! And also, to which my subconscious reacted only from a fleeting glance that lasted no more than a split second at the very beginning, she was all shining from the inside with the innocence of a flower from a fairy tale. The clarity of thought was clearer than ever - I must pick this flower. You can’t wait, what if she’s only here for one day?
_____Waiting for her to leave the store, trying in every possible way to pretend that I wasn’t looking in her direction, while she never looked at me... nothing, yet I’ll see enough... I kept my distance and followed her. After a couple of blocks of sparsely built buildings, she turned the corner. Quietly he followed her, sometimes standing up on the motorcycle, which revealed her head rising and falling in time with the steps visible over the fence. I crouched down and looked around the corner and... how lucky I was! She headed not along the inhabited streets deep into the dacha areas, but along the forest sidewalk path, which was a purely pedestrian shortcut leading to the outskirts of the town and into its most elite part. There are even a dozen outlying houses surrounded by a 4-meter fence and only entry and exit with a security guard in a booth and a barrier. But to do this, she will have to walk about one and a half kilometers. This forest path had a convenient curve of a very large radius, allowing me to see a couple of hundred meters in both directions at any point - so if something went wrong and uninvited guests showed up, I would have plenty of time to react. However, having caught up with her, I drove past, then pressed the gas to get to the very end of the path - just an extra minute. There’s no one there! I turn around and go in the opposite direction. She walks towards you with the joyful gait of almost a happy child on summer vacation. My heart skips a beat again from the proportions of her body and some exciting geometry of her gait hidden on a subconscious level. The adrenaline is off the charts like never before in my life, but the brain works commendably clearly! Approaching her, I take out a large red apple from my jacket pocket and, slowing down, gently throw it to her, saying loudly: “Hey”! Purely instinctively, I read about this, this episode was even filmed in the movie “Terminator 2”, where Sarah Connor, escaping from the hospital, throws a bunch of keys to the guard and immediately knocks him down, because he was unknowingly distracted to catch them... It’s something like how people unknowingly catch cactus falling from the shelf! Everything worked as it should have: she catches the bone of discord and stops in confusion, not understanding what is happening here and how to react. At almost zero speed, I throw the bike to the right onto the soft ground, gently covered with spruce needles at the edge of the path, and I jump off to the left right in front of it, and, pulling off the syringe with the operating sedative hanging on a light clasp (thanks to a familiar anesthesiologist and one thousand Baku ones), I inject it into the right place in the bare neck. Fortunately, I even learned this technique from detailed videos on the Internet! God bless America and its good people who make videos about everything in the world. We also have a lot of different videos, but, as a rule, they are usually on the topic: “how to fix a Moskvich with only blue electrical tape.” The girl loses consciousness, just instantly freely falling; I barely managed to catch her so as not to hit her head on the asphalt. According to the assurances given to me, this powerful sleeping pill is guaranteed to act for 15 minutes. Longer is possible, but increasing the dose is dangerous given the small mass of the potential heroine of future pleasures. In clinics, they then use a mask with a constantly flowing weak gas until the very end of the operation, which I could not have on hand. I lay it carefully on the ground. I run up to the bike, roll it up to the girl, and put it on the step. I lift the girl... and then the first problem, which for some reason I didn’t think about at all: how to carry her?
_____I have never ridden with unconscious passengers, because you need to hold on to the bike quite tightly, especially along forest paths at a decent speed. Reduce speed? What if she wakes up before I get to my house? My house is also on the outskirts, but if she regains consciousness and starts screaming, it will definitely attract the neighbors. Sooner or later they will find out that a girl has been kidnapped nearby - they will probably put two and two together, and then expect trouble! Neighbors - it’s like this: how can I help them with something, bypassing taxes, cheating the state just for a wide smile in the form of gratitude - so this is at any moment, good neighborliness!? And how in response, at the first opportunity, at least not call the cops about me - this is not even specified, because the law is above all!
_____I turn her to face me, holding her with my left arm. Damn, her huge sunglasses are in the way. I take them off and throw them away. There won’t be any fingerprints, because I’m wearing cross-country gloves. Lord have mercy... what a perfect face she has! Stop, you need to take the glasses, because it will be clear where everything happened. Our investigators are not promoted by Hollywood films, but they know their job just as well. I’ve known a couple in my life - smart guys! True, in a half-joking manner, it was from them that I extracted a bunch of information about what people are usually caught doing here. I get off the bike and put it on the asphalt. I turn around - there is no one in either direction. I pick up my glasses and put them in my inner pocket. A voice from the subconscious: “traces of a motorcycle fall - the handle left grooves!” I wipe the ground with a glove at the place where it fell. I take a couple of steps back and evaluate - I smeared the spruce needles perfectly, without knowing where to look, you’ll never find them. I take out my iPhone from the inner pocket of her jacket. Clamping it between the frame of the bike, I break it in half, taking both halves. I’m taking the girl again. I put her on top of me, facing me - how light she is! Now I would say that I weigh 15 kilograms, but this simply cannot be - it’s probably adrenaline. So, calm down! Without slipping, no traces should be left, I drive away from the place a couple of hundred meters and smoothly turn into the forest. I turn around - there are no openly visible traces of the tread left behind me. I drive smoothly for a couple of hundred meters in the opposite direction from my house through the forest and throw one half of my iPhone under the discovered hefty stump. Trying not to put pressure on the ground while constantly looking around, then I give more gas with my free right hand. Because of the adrenaline, I almost tumbled forward a couple of times when braking; with my free right hand, only the front brake is accessible, and due to general stress, my hand felt like it was the first day driving a motorcycle. For a moment I imagined this scenario: suddenly I woke up after a fall, and she wasn’t there? Ha... I throw the other half of the iPhone into a semi-swampy puddle, where it immediately sinks to the bottom. I’m heading towards the house.
_____I roll up smoothly so that the neighbors don’t hear. Suddenly, right at this moment, they look at their watch, and there it’s already plus or minus 10 minutes from the event and everything agrees about who came from where. At some point, right in front of the house, it seemed that the girl moved. I drove up from the forest side to the fence. I get off the motorcycle holding it on my left shoulder, press it with my right hand into a certain board - nothing! Next? Nothing again. The next thing - three pre-prepared fence boards sag inside, letting us in. I carry her crouching into the house. I put it on the floor in the corridor. I open a wide hatch disguised with wooden floorboards. A couple of steps down, I turn around and pull her behind me. The first door has an electronic 8-digit combination lock. I look at her. He shook his shoulder vigorously to check - nothing! I enter the code. I’m passing. I close the door. Small soundproof cold corridor. A new door with an embrasure made of one-way glass, through which you can see everything in the basement room. Waiting at the doorknob is an electronic scanner for my fingerprint and a 6-digit code. I look at the girl - still nothing. I put my finger on it and enter the code.
_____Basement apartments! I turn on the light and close the door. I put it on the floor near the bed. I put on an iron collar with a thick 2-meter iron chain, which anchors into the reinforced concrete of the foundation wall. I quickly look around to see if there’s anything sharp or cutting within reach with the collar - every day I’ve been improving and finishing something a little bit. I didn’t expect anyone here on any specific day, everything was according to the situation. I go to the door, look around - even lying unconscious, she is beautiful. She is definitely 17-18 years old, no more. I wonder if she’s a virgin? I returned upstairs, turned on the floor heating in the basement, set the climate control, and activated the ventilation. I rolled the motorcycle into the garage through the same passage hidden in the fence. High pressure washer - rinse everything off! I carefully tore off all the new surface stickers and put them in the oven! I mentally remind myself to change the tires later. Then suddenly a loud noise came from the roof of the house. I look through the window - it’s raining.
_____From overwork, I fell on my back in the corridor in my clothes, but the biker “turtle” under my jacket and helmet saved me from damage. Lying down, he took out a cigarette and lit it through his raised visor. I didn’t feel the first cigarette from the word “at all”... Neither did the second.

Chapter 7: Lawnmower.

_____I also had plans to travel to the same city for a few days, so as not to stand out with my sudden loss, but for almost a day since my return there has been an unprecedented downpour. This is good - all possible traces were washed away ten times. By the way, it’s a good idea to look at the weather forecast in the future and, if possible, use it to your advantage. This does not mean that I have now definitely decided to organize mass abductions, on the contrary, I chose so carefully to settle on the only one that will give me everything I want.
_____I haven’t been to the basement yet. No, it’s not that I’m afraid of anything, but just some kind of exciting uncertainty. Or I delay my anticipation, because the first time is always the only one. Foggy images of future pleasures began to appear in my head. Feeling that these thoughts were starting to tighten my panties in front, I decided to come down! But first, a good shower, a full range of hygiene - I’m not a pig, after all. I even applied cream to soften my hands. I wonder what she’s doing there now? A tracking system will need to be installed. I went downstairs and passed the first door. I look through the glass - she’s sitting on the floor there in a collar, all tear-stained, her knees pulled up to her chest.
_____I walk in and immediately catch her gaze. When did she get her face and hands so dirty? She probably tried long and hard to free herself. Even if I were twice as strong, I would never have gotten out of such a collar and chain, but for her this is a negative chance.
_____Hmm, I didn’t even think about what I would say. It’s like people who have earned a fortune, only significantly after they begin to think about how to spend it now.
_____Honestly, I was simply mesmerized by her innocent beauty. She asked me something like “who am I”, “what do I need”... so that I would let her go home. And I just stood there while my mind flew through the possibilities of the future that were opening up to my consciousness. That’s it, I did it! She is completely mine! Now I looked at her with the grin of a winner and was silent.
_____- Who are you? Let me go please. (she continued)
_____“Please? How mannered,” I thought... I decided to do what I always did with all my women - lay it all out at once and dot the i’s, declaring in my signature imperious tone, where the words poured out on their own without preparation or thought:
_____ -I kidnapped you to become my sex doll. I will rape and abuse you daily. You will experience the full richness of sex with a full-fledged man. You will not just cry constantly, but scream from pain and humiliation. And this is only in the best case scenario. At worst, I will beat you until you become an obedient slave. I advise you to be smart and immediately follow the path of least resistance, because in the end you will still unconditionally do everything I tell you. You will never get out of here, this is your home from now on. I am your Master. You belong to me all and everywhere. You will only call me “Master” - always add this at the end of the address. If you say anything without permission, you will be beaten. Any objection and you will be beaten. If you’re in pain and can’t stand it anymore, you’ll be beaten. And after that I will still do what I wanted with you. So you can avoid the beating phase by enduring less pain. Do you understand me?
_____- Yes. Got it... Master!
_____At that moment I smiled with all my soul!
_____- How old are you?
_____I wasn’t interested in what her name was. I didn’t even specifically want to know, because it’s all in the past now.
_____- Fourteen.
_____- W-fourteen? - I was surprised, even my voice trembling. It was necessary to urgently regroup and continue suppression:
_____- I said to always call me “Master” - and lightly hit her on the cheek with my right palm. She flew more than a meter, hitting the wall with her whole body. I didn’t expect something like this. I hope there won’t be a bruise. Several times I lightly beat my friends (they themselves wanted it), but they didn’t fly like that. But, nevertheless, I immediately added:
_____- Bitch, it seems you haven’t quite understood your situation yet. On knees! Come to me quickly! Keep your head down!
_____She, slightly staggering either from the heavy chain or from the blow, crawled on her knees to me with her head bowed and said:
_____- Excuse me, Master! This will never happen again.
_____ “What a smart girl,” I thought. I hope she’s not pretending and then trying to sneak out? Although she won’t succeed, in addition to two doors with codes and a fingerprint, at the end there is also a huge hatch leading to the upstairs corridor. I myself strain quite a lot to lift it, but here... Fourteen years!? I somehow never thought about it. But since she is here, then such is fate. You can’t turn the minced meat back into meat.
_____- Are you a virgin?
_____A few seconds of silence first turned into a moo, only then into a full answer:
_____- No, Master!
_____“What a bitch,” I thought. How cool it would be to break up a 14-year-old virgin now.
_____- Don’t delay in answering. One more time and I’ll hit you again. Speak directly and quickly. You will never be shy about anything anymore. I am the Master of your entire body.
_____- Yes, Master. Excuse me... Master.
_____- How did this happen?
_____- W-what happened?
_____I looked confused, to which she immediately recovered:
_____ - What exactly happened, Master?
_____Yes-ah... The 14-year-old girl doesn’t catch mice at all. That is OK. Now we’ll quickly and slowly outline everything, and then I don’t need her to say anything. Quite the opposite: she may sometimes be silent while crying - in fact, I will deliberately bring her to a tearful state, so that I can then fuck her hard! She’s a flower here, and I’m a ruthless lawnmower, flying at full speed.
_____- Who have you already fucked with and when?
_____- With a classmate... Last year... Several once...
_____What a slut... it turns out she was 13 then? I wanted to fuck her so much, but I restrained myself. Still, I need a presentation from her. Although, by the way, she didn’t call me Master!
_____With the words: “I’ll teach you manners,” and then adding: “call me Master,” otherwise suddenly she again won’t connect one with the other due to her juvenile stupidity , so I have to be specific, I grabbed her hair from above and lifted her up, shaking her so that her legs didn’t reach the floor. Having lowered everything that had been roaring onto the floor, I gave another briefing:
_____- I am your Master! Do you understand?
_____- Yes, Master!
_____- You silently do everything I tell you. Do you understand?
_____- Yes, Master!
_____- Today I will fuck you hard with my huge (well, for her it will be guaranteed huge) dick. I will tear you apart from the inside, and you must not resist. Do you understand?
_____- Yes, Master. (she answered noticeably sadder)
_____- You understand that you won’t escape from here. I have provided for everything. But, nevertheless, for any attempt, I will not just hit you, but I will beat you for many hours in a row. Do you understand?
_____- Yes, Master.
_____- I’ll unfasten you from the collar now. Is it your room. You will cook food for yourself and sometimes for me. You will wash things yourself. You will wash yourself thoroughly after each time I use you. You have all the supplies. Food in the refrigerator. Do you know how to use a microwave? Can you use an electric stove?
_____- Yes, Master.
_____- Excellent! Did you suck a dick?
_____- Ah, no, Master.
_____- Did you have anal sex?
_____- Uh-uh... in the ass? No, Master.
_____It’s you who are surprised now, bitch, and then I’ll pierce you like a skewer and fill your intestines with sperm. I’ll also have a great time playing with you during the enema first. Oh, how many different games await us. What hell will your little body go through being in my complete power...
_____- Now go to the bath. Wash yourself completely. Use shampoo, body lotion, cream. Everything is there, you see?
_____- Yes, Master.
_____- I’ll come in exactly half an hour (pointing to the large quartz clock hanging in the middle of the kitchen). By this time you should be completely washed. Okay, go to the toilet - I don’t want you to piss yourself in pain. Exactly half an hour later, you should meet me on your knees, completely naked, on this rug (“the rug” is ala a large wolf skin, exactly in the center of the room) with your legs spread wide, your hands raised behind your head, your mouth open and your tongue hanging out. Did you understand everything?
_____- Yes, Master.
_____I retired to my room upstairs. He turned on the hood in the kitchen and took out a cigarette. Several blond hairs pulled out of her head stuck to her hand and now hit the coal of a lit cigarette. There was a smell of burnt hair. “Oh, and I’ll slowly burn you with a lighter too,” I introduced. So far everything was going just perfect. My hands began to tremble a little, and the ashes of a cigarette fell on the stove. This is all from the anticipation of what will happen in a few minutes. Everything I always wanted is ahead, everything is ready! You just need to take a few steps into a new life...

Chapter 8: Humility.

_____I went into the basement completely naked. She sat exactly in the center of the rug with her legs wide apart. I sat down directly opposite her. I was already imagining how my hand would first stroke her there, and then I would enter her with my fingers. Small breasts of about one and a half sizes (for now) trembled along with the whole body from my touch to the nipples - they looked at a good angle upward due to my raised hands behind my head. This never happens to older girls! I smoothly moved from one breast to the other. There’s no hurry. Being as if in a dream, I did not notice that I went downstairs with a lit cigarette, which had accumulated a fair amount of ash. At first I thought about getting up and throwing it in the sink, but then I realized that I had nothing to be ashamed of and I could calmly use her open mouth with her tongue hanging out for this service. Usually this position is needed for a blowjob, but I will use it to the fullest. The fallen, shaken-off ash remained on her tongue, causing her to only blink at the moment of immediate landing.
_____- “Swallow,” I said, to which the tongue with the ash was instantly drawn into the mouth, the process of swallowing was visible, then the clean tongue leaned out again to its original position without any comment from her. “This is just wonderful,” I thought to myself, “What potential for fucking.”
_____- Do you understand what I’m going to do to you now? Do you realize this?
_____- Y-y... I don’t know, Master.
_____- I like your directness and honesty. I will encourage this with a more gentle attitude towards you.
_____Accurately throwing the smoldering cigarette butt into the sink, I began to stroke her with my palm between her legs. I have never experienced such soft skin in my life. I’m not at all giving up on the soap that previously visited me, slowly setting it on fire with a pocket lighter, but I will definitely need to carefully choose less necessary places.
_____With my right hand I continued to stroke her tender crotch, with my left I pulled her nipples, squeezed her breasts, sometimes forcefully fixing my hand on her neck. She washed herself well and smelled good. There were no traces of tears left, which means she was no longer crying while washing.
_____- Lower your hands freely. Take it in your mouth.
_____She bent down and, as she understood, took my erect penis into her small mouth. Only the head fit. Then I remembered that she had never sucked a penis before, so no one would surprise me now with the mastery of her tongue and throat.
_____I explained that you need to make forward and backward movements all the time while continuing to tightly hug the penis lips - the last nuance, by the way, she understood intuitively. That’s good - it means she’s trying. Perhaps you don’t need to be harsh with her right away by impaling her, let her feel the tenderness and the learning process itself. Taking into account just half a minute of practice, she was already giving not the worst blowjob in my life. I suggested that she push my penis deeper into her mouth, but then he himself felt that it was physically wider than her larynx and was simply resting. It’s a little offensive, but this means that for at least the next year, until she grows up, I won’t have deep throat. But literally after 5 minutes she was following my advice to the full extent of her tongue. With moans of pleasure, I suggested exactly how I like it best. At one point she began to monotonously do the same movement, from which I had previously made it clear that I was enjoying it. I objected to her continuing, but occasionally getting distracted by new movements. Soon she began to invent tongue movements herself. At about the 10th minute from the moment of her first-ever test of a penis, she had already memorized three movements with her tongue, from which I could easily cum. There was even a good idea today to just limit myself to a few blowjobs, but I had already made a reservation that I would tear her apart from the inside - authority must be maintained by following the stated goal.
_____I told her to lie on her back and spread her legs. It’s quite rare that I lick women, but here it looked like I wanted to at least try. She didn’t have any hair there yet. I indulged myself with my tongue: first several gentle licks, and then strong and deep licks from top to bottom and back. The 14-year-old girl is a girl in every way. I’d say it even tasted good. It tasted fresh! I tried to feel her hole with my sliding tongue, but I had already passed up and down so many times without any result. I pulled back, began to move my hand along the completely wet crotch and finally felt the entrance. She really was not a virgin, but the entrance was so narrow that the only finger that fit in, and even then with preliminary development, was the little finger. But inside it naturally oozed. I don’t think she’s really horny in an adult way, rather she’s just a genetically very wet female. I had one like this once - constantly wet, at any moment, without any foreplay. Even several hours after the frantic fucking, she remained just as wet.
_____The girl looked more and more like a gift of fate. I turned over into the “69” position, leaving her lying on her back as it was, only now, continuing to work out her hole with my fingers, I received some kind of blowjob. After about another half hour, my middle finger almost calmly entered; at this point I decided to finish the preparation. Turning over again, he looked into her eyes and said that now I will tear her apart and if she wants, she can scream in pain at the top of her voice - I will not punish her for this. My penis was all wet from her saliva; she was already working hard with her tongue, licking all the dry places, including the testicles. Her hole released so much lubricant that you could substitute a small bowl and it would already be full. Problem... no, what kind of problem is it? On the contrary, this is what I wanted: the hole remained at least twice narrower than my penis according to the designed diameter.
_____I asked whether she should be secured by her legs and arms with ropes so that she would not twitch from the upcoming pain or would she endure it? She answered that she would endure it. I rubbed my dick against her vaginal juices - this is still a better lubricant than saliva, I’m not a monster. He deliberately laid his entire mass on top. Feeling that she was continuing to breathe, he held her legs spread with his feet, pressed her raised hands around the wrists with his hands... and with all his might he entered with his penis, immediately reaching his head to the edge of the uterus! She didn’t scream, she just whined quietly. The first hundred frictions were very narrow for me, although when I went deeper, I felt the wider uterine cavity with my head; in the future I will be able to stick my entire fist into it! As a result, the very first time, the case was already approaching the second hour of pure rape of a minor. I was having fun on it like on a simulator!
_____The high was so huge that I even seriously thought about whether I should cum in her now, and then just go to the pharmacy for hormonal pills. The overall combination of virginal tightness, soft skin and soft whining moaning from pain drove me crazy. At the very beginning, when I entered, she was already twitching all over in pain, and I mercilessly hammered her like a sex doll - which is why she exists from now on. This is her purpose. And the best thing is that she accepted her destiny.
_____Looking out of it, I saw very insignificant remnants of already dried blood - nothing serious. Having washed his penis in the sink, he ordered her to take the starting position, clarifying about the protruding tongue. She understood exactly what I meant and stood in the center of the rug with her hands behind her head and legs spread apart. I went. My dick was a few centimeters from her face. She looked me straight in the eyes for a few seconds, as if hesitating whether to do something herself without an order or not, then she slightly stretched forward and wrapped her lips around the penis, beginning to play with her tongue along with small movements of her head up and down.
n_____I told her to swallow all my sperm when I cum. Continuing to move her head, she seemed to nod in confirmation. When swallowing for the first time, everyone usually gags. I decided to experiment. Feeling an imminent orgasm, I told her that at that very moment she should stop moving her head and concentrate only on sucking the sperm into her mouth, continuing to squeeze the penis from all sides with her lips - which is what she did. Right at the moment I told her that I was cumming. She stopped and began to take it into her mouth. When I finished, I told her to swallow everything, but told her about the possibility of doing it in several sittings - let her get used to the taste. She didn’t choke, she just burped a little afterwards. And only then did I realize that she had not eaten anything for more than a day. I still took pity on her on the first day and while she was washing her face, within 40 minutes I already received a huge “4 in 1” pizza ordered by phone. Asking what she likes is too much privilege for a sex doll. I’ll just see which pieces he eats first and won’t buy them again.

Chapter 9: Full Unpacking.

_____I slept perfectly, without any internal subtle anxiety that is usually present in the background the last 10-15 years. I had already gotten used to it and stopped paying attention to it, but now I clearly noticed the contrast - I woke up with a clear consciousness! The brain immediately physically began to work in creative mode. In the afternoon I went to a hardware store on the highway at the entrance to the capital. I bought a wireless doorbell with a battery operated button. The instructions say that signal reception is up to 50 meters, but I only needed a few meters from it, but with an obstacle along the way.
_____I arrived home. I installed a bell button in my hallway. I went down to the basement and stuck a bell on her side at the entrance. A girl, dressed in her already washed clothes, interrupted some cooking at the kitchen section and, frozen with a carton of milk in her hand, looked at me with slight fear.
_____- This is a call. Every time you hear it, you will have exactly 30 minutes to prepare yourself for fucking. You squeeze everything out of yourself in the toilet. You go to the shower, use shampoo and cream. You brush your teeth and wait for me on the mat in a standard position. Do you understand?
_____- Yes, Master.
_____I left closing the door. I left the second door open so that I could better hear the bell, the button of which I pressed a few seconds later when I went up to the corridor of the main floor. A very subdued, almost imperceptible from here to ordinary hearing sounded, “Ding.” Great, the sound insulation works as it should. I went down to close the second door. I went to the shower. My dick was so erect that I almost couldn’t resist jerking off. Just a few seconds from the sight of the girl already excited the sex monster in me. It’s only been 10 minutes and I’m already exhausted.
_____So, I need to reorganize my brain, otherwise I was already starting to think about what to do for the remaining 20 minutes. I am the Boss here and only I unconditionally set and change the rules!
_____I went down to the basement completely naked. The girl, who had clearly just undressed for a shower, looked worriedly at me, then at my erect penis, and then awkwardly towards the clock, checking the time.
_____- Continue. I’ll look at you for now.
_____She stepped into the bathtub, turned on the shower, constantly glancing in my direction. As soon as her body was all wet, she took the bright pink watermelon shower gel I bought, squeezed a little onto a sponge and began to rub herself. Standing sideways to me, clearly out of habit, still shy, she raised her hands one by one under my armpits, spreading her legs slightly apart and began to carefully rub her perineum.
_____What a pleasant feeling to realize that she is now doing all this only for me, with full awareness she is presenting her small body for the intended use... and cannot do anything about it. At the same time, she does not cry, openly accepting her fate. What a thrill! What other one can give such emotions?
_____While she continued to prepare herself, I, jerking myself with my left hand, looked around at what “toys” I could use in the future to diversify her pain. I didn’t plan to carry out rough vaginal and anal tearing in the near future, only when it starts to bother me, then I’ll do cauterization. I’ll definitely set her little pink nipples on fire, but first I’ll bite off one. It will also be possible to heat the metal pin inserted into it with a gas burner from the outside until red hot. This will all happen to her, but then... I wonder if she will understand it? I’ve probably already examined all the objects in the room - they’re here for a reason. Just like herself.
_____While she was drying her hair, I walked over to the section with various dildos. I chose the smallest one, as thick as my finger, and put it on the floor near the bed - she will have homework tonight! I’ll tell her to sleep with it in her butt, let her get used to it overnight, then tomorrow I’ll be able to use it without unnecessary preparation!
_____The hair dryer turned off. She combed her hair a few more times while looking in the mirror, looked at her watch and headed to the center of the room. Now it was two minutes to the end of the allotted time from the moment the bell rang.
_____I approached her from behind and sat down on my knees. He pressed his chest against her tender back and began to touch her body. With his right hand he passed over the breast, slightly pulled the nipple, then passing along her neck, took her chin and inserted two fingers into her open mouth. With his left hand he played with her crotch: alternately stroking and spreading her tiny, still unformed labia. He began to progressively move his fingers in his mouth, imitating a penis. She immediately began to move her head to the beat, realizing what they wanted from her. He swapped his hands: the wet one from her saliva began to stroke the crotch, and the dry one accepted the wet sucking mouth. I stood up and walked right up to her from the front, placing one hand restraining her from being able to rise on her shoulder. Since the penis stood for almost 12 hours, with her height, and in such a position on her knees spread apart, she could not take it into her mouth a little before without standing up, so she independently decided to lick my balls.
_____ - Help yourself with your hands.
_____She removed her hands from behind her head. One of them began to hold my scrotum from behind, which she worked with with her tongue, but she didn’t know where to put the other hand. For a moment it looked like she was waving to someone behind my back. Smiling at the cute absurdity I saw, I told her to jerk my dick with her other hand.
_____She licked my balls perfectly, constantly slightly tilting her head in different directions to better get to certain places. I even spread my legs a little, pushing my knees forward. After a couple of minutes, I felt the tension in the muscles of my legs - everything is pleasant, but you can simplify the position.
_____- Let’s go to the bed.
_____The bed was perfectly made, although she slept in it. Well done. I was the first to lie down on my back with all three pillows under my shoulders. She walked up to the bed a little confused. I comfortably reclined, spread my legs and with a nod towards the penis said:
_____- Get on the bed. Start sucking.
_____She sucked and worked with her tongue no worse than yesterday. I didn’t forget a single movement. But my cock yearned for complete immersion. Since her mouth is not yet capable of this, I called her to me, guiding her to the desired position, holding her chin with one hand. With his left hand he lightly squeezed her neck in a grip, and with his right hand he began to touch her crotch rather roughly. She was all wet again. So much so that I wiped my hand on one of her legs. I tried to enter with my middle finger... and again I couldn’t, but the protruded ring finger entered well. I quickly “fucked” her with this finger for about ten seconds, then began to pull the inserted finger in different directions, expanding her hole. She twisted her dissatisfied face and began to whine a little. I then inserted my middle finger and repeated the same procedure. For a moment, she even tried to escape from my grip on the neck, but immediately changed her mind and seemed to sag slightly with her whole body, resigning herself to the inevitable.
_____ - Get on the dick. Take your time.
_____She did it herself for the first time in her life, so she just stupidly and unsuccessfully poked herself at my dick. I wasn’t angry even subconsciously. On the contrary, this youthful inexperience amused me. Getting ready for the show, I said:
_____- First, insert your finger into yourself. Now position yourself exactly above my penis. Stick your finger out.
_____The tip of my head touched the soft beginning of the wet hole. I understood that a rather painful process awaited her next, especially after yesterday. Some of my friends couldn’t have sex for at least a week after a night of fucking. But I wanted her to do everything herself today. I... wanted... And this is the most important thing here!
_____She was clearly hesitating, although my head was not even a third of the way in.
_____- Are you trying to make me angry? (she shook her head no) Then push yourself with your whole body. Relax your legs.
_____She “fell” on my dick with almost the same speed when she fell unconscious during the abduction - apparently she really completely relaxed her legs. My sex doll screamed loudly in pain when I buried my head in the upper edge of my uterus, and then bit my lips and just sat there for a while, being impaled to the very end. She felt as tight today as she did yesterday when I pounded her for the first time.
_____- Start moving up and down until my dick is almost out of you and then lower yourself to the very end back.
_____She did it, but very slowly. This is no good... I took her by the shoulders as if in a vice, pulled her towards me so that her chest ended up touching mine. With my left hand I pressed her tightly to me, hugging her back, and with my right hand I clenched her hair into a fist so that she looked straight at me. And started hard fucking!
_____Twitching her whole body in time with my frictions, she roared. Tears fell onto my chest. After just a couple of minutes of fucking, her hole had already become just comfortably narrow, not squeezing the penis too much.
_____- Now continue in the same way yourself.
_____Releasing her from the grip, I spread both arms on the bed. She rather unconsciously slowed down my previous pace by half, but this is the speed I like most when I just lie on my back and enjoy the process. In every movement, she clearly lowered herself to the end, but did not beat her body - which means she was in control. Isn’t this an indicator of quickly gained and most importantly learned experience?
_____I really liked such little things about her. Some girls, fulfilling all my desires, made mistakes here and there. It was as if they did it without enthusiasm, although they themselves came to me. I never paid them any money... Well, except for rare flowers and some kind of birthday gift within the cost of the phone, which in half the cases this gift was. And this one is great!
_____She was lucky that she ended up with me, otherwise she would never have known her full potential, having lived her life with some office loser. She would give birth to children, where, as gratitude, he sometimes fucked their terrible neighbor, but only because she, of her own free will, takes her deep into her mouth or allows anal. All these stories are terribly banal, but very common.
_____Damn, this is probably the first time I want to cum inside my partner so badly. I never allowed my women to use pills, although everyone, without exception, sooner or later suggested it to me - “they wanted to feel my current in themselves.” I, albeit at the level of unfounded conspiracy theory, believe that the use of such pills will have a detrimental effect on the beauty of the figure in a few years, because it is the hormones that determine the formation. I watched a lot of videos with supposedly famous doctors who claimed that such an effect should not happen, but what life taught me is not to believe the “talking heads” from the screen, because most often in the end everything turns out to be exactly the opposite, and then they talk , that they were not to blame for anything, that their forecasts were completely correct, but new data was simply revealed that was independent of them - and so on about everything: medicine, economics, and so on. But with this girl, how long will she last with me? Six months? Year? Two??? I’m a realist and I understand that if something happened to her health, I shouldn’t take her to the hospital? And even for money I won’t risk trusting some corrupt doctor at home. It’s normal to treat bandits who may have just killed an old lady in order to squeeze out an apartment, and at the same time raped a 5-year-old granddaughter (or even a grandson), because the doctor personally doesn’t see anything, probably thereby calming himself down... but here it’s a completely different matter - the principle may work. The funny thing is that even after turning me over to the cops, he won’t return the money, bitch - it’s in such cases that their principle never works back, because money “is something else.”
_____Yes, it’s definitely worth starting feeding her pills. At least for the first time in my life I can cum inside! That’s right, let her feel like a woman at the same time. Although for now I already had a backup plan - her neat virgin ass!
_____After about an hour of pleasure, which I supplemented with stroking the young body and putting my fingers in her mouth, I took her off me and laid her next to her on her side. I grabbed my neck with one hand, lightly pressing my throat with my fingers; this hand position has long become an obligatory part of my sense of dominance over my partners. When I began to insert my penis from behind, she herself raised her upper leg a little - it is clear that the easier it is for me to enter, the less painful it will be for her, but I appreciated her involvement. I fully assumed that, especially at 14 years old, she would be just an obedient log. After I entered and began to move rhythmically, she continued to keep one leg slightly raised. Lightly touching her thigh with his palm, he indicated that she should lower her leg. My penis immediately became noticeable! Ruthlessly playing in her, I simultaneously wet the girl’s nipples with my free hand to a swollen state using drool from her own mouth. Swollen nipples are always more sensitive to both caresses and pain. The size of her breasts was not enough to fully squeeze them into a fist - which I usually enjoyed in this fucking position, so I squeezed the nipples one by one and pulled them back as hard as I could, until they, being wet, slipped out of my clenched fingers. Then I even tried squeezing them with my fingers in a fist, in order to better fix the nipple with my knuckles when pulling; at such moments she not only howled, but also, I suppose not on purpose, squeezed her vagina. From the ever-increasing excitement, I even wanted to chat:
_____- Well, did your first boyfriend fuck you like that?
_____- N-no-no, Ho-o-zy-i -i-in.
_____She could not speak smoothly due to the powerful tremors. The narrowness of the vagina resisted my rhythm with the weight of my whole body, which was reflected in my speech. I slowed down the pace to about one friction in 2-3 seconds.
_____- Do you like it?
_____- Yes, Master. (she answered tearfully)
_____- Do you understand that this will happen every day from now on?
_____- Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss Master...
_____The hesitation of “Yes” in her answer was caused by another painful pull on the nipple.
_____- I like to play with you. Do you like it when I play with you?
_____- Yes, Master.
_____- Say: “I really like it when you play with me, Master.”
_____- I really like it when you... (here she broke off with a sob through her nose) When you play with me, Master.
_____I realized that just a couple more seconds and I would cum. Quickly sticking it out, I turned it in my direction and almost shouted:
_____- Swallow it all!
_____She was not taken aback and immediately pressed her mouth to my penis. The stream was strong! Her thin girlish voice in the last phrase exploded my balls. She didn’t have time to swallow everything, although the intensity of swallowing was now setting a world record, and a little flowed down the penis. Apparently having mastered the contents in her mouth, without further instructions, she began to lick the flowing strip of sperm so quickly that it did not have time to reach the base.
_____Gorgeous! I wonder after what increase in the level of bullying will she stop taking the initiative? What exactly was it now - the fear of possible punishment, or the built-in instinct of a female who subconsciously satisfies the male as best she can?
_____I got out of bed and turned around - to my surprise there was no blood on the sheet today. If she was constantly bleeding, she would not have lived long without a doctor. This means her vagina adapts quickly - this is very good. But a stain of her discharge has spread with a diameter of almost half a meter!
_____- After each time, wash the sheet after you. There’s more in the closet, you’ll take a new one today.
_____- Yes, Master.
_____- And stop answering everything the same way, “Yes, Master.” Come up with something new, for example: “It’s over, Master,” “As you wish, Master,” or “I’ll do anything, Master.” Sometimes alternate phrases, don’t repeat yourself! Come up with it yourself. But never answer me with just the word “Yes” again!
_____And let him take the initiative not only when fucking. At least I’ll teach her something sensible... Apparently frightened by my tone with the expectation of a possible punishing blow, the answer came with about a 5-second delay:
_____- ...okay, Master.
_____Well, that’s already at least something. He will still learn. I looked at the wall clock - exactly two hours had passed since the beginning! I was about to go upstairs, but when I saw a small, fragile body carrying a used sheet for some reason neatly folded in its hands to the washing machine, I realized that I wanted it again right now! After peeing in the sink and washing my penis, I told her to go into the bathroom and quickly wash herself without any shampoo. With every step, her tormented, swollen nipples twitched slightly - this turned me on even more! While she was standing under the shower in a hurry, wiping her tear-stained face with her hands, and then the rest of her body, I was already standing, stroking my penis, which had risen to full strength. As soon as she put the towel on the dryer, I declared in a commanding tone:
_____- Come here! Place your hands on the tabletop. Bend forward and spread your legs!
_____She silently obeyed. Now I was contemplating a protruding juicy ass with a small dark pink anal ring and a thin strip of incision where the vagina was hidden. It was very beautiful!
_____Bending my knees slightly to be at her level, I smoothly entered her vagina, having previously slightly played with my penis between her legs. With slow, measured, only half the length of my penis, frictions, I fucked her, as if she was not now my sex doll, but as if she were a free beloved girl. There was no whining on her part. The penis slid perfectly in the narrow space while my hands stroked her back and hips.
_____- So do you feel good? Doesn’t it hurt much?
_____- It almost doesn’t hurt, Master! Now it only hurts from the last time.
_____- I can fuck you gently sometimes if you behave.
_____- I will behave well, Master! Very good news! Please, I will do anything, just don’t hurt me. (she said animatedly, almost with joy in her voice)
_____I wasn’t going to lie to her. And her sweet voice didn’t even cause any anger for her arbitrarily expressed opinion.
_____- You’ll do everything anyway! You are here just so that I can hurt you. But sometimes I can reward with tenderness.
_____This inherently maximally dominant dialogue, which turned my mind, made me really want to speed up, moving on to the most brutal fucking. But so far I have only begun to gradually increase the depth of penetration. Due to the fact that she stood with her butt strongly stuck up, all the movement of the member until the very end inside, I felt the smooth walls of her uterus on the top of the member. An interesting idea came to mind!
_____- Raise your hands, lean on the top cabinet. Move your legs together!
_____She became a little taller. My legs are a little tired of being bent. Without sticking my penis out of her, I myself slightly spread my legs to the sides, steadily resting my feet on the kitchen tiles. Now we were on the same level without much discomfort for me. Because of the change in her position, now the penis was rubbing all the way against the walls of the uterus with its bottom. It’s funny that with full penetration, a noticeable lump appears on her stomach every time. Being in it completely, I stopped, moved a little left and right, and the tubercle immediately asymmetrically repeated my movements! Apparently from these twitches she whined again in pain - which excited me even more! I put my hand to the place where my head protruded from under the skin on her stomach. Now, with each friction, I clearly felt it from both sides at the same time: with my penis and with my palm. Here, partly thanks to her youthful thinness, another incredible thought arose: I stopped again, being fully inside her, and through the skin of my stomach I was able to almost half-clasp my penis with my hand!
_____- Put one hand down and grab my protruding penis.
_____She obediently put it in that very place. I placed my significantly larger palm on top and began to bend her palm. She now clearly held my penis with her hand, which was completely shoved into her!!! I stuck it out and stuck it in and my penis, protruding through the skin of my stomach, again ended up in her hand, slightly squeezed in a semicircle.
_____- Jerk me off with this hand!
_____The girl slowly began to make small movements up and down. At first, her palm jumped slightly, but very soon it was a full-fledged and distinct handjob!
_____“Well, has anyone in the world ever done this?” I mentally exclaimed to my success!
_____- Faster!
_____She played to me at the speed of an experienced whore. I felt myself approaching orgasm again!
_____- Stop. Don’t remove your hand. Keep her tight in your arms!
_____Here I grabbed her tightly by the hips and turned on my maximum rhythm. All that could be heard loudly from her was a long “A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a...” interrupted by shocks. Bitch, I probably shot a liter of sperm - even through the very tight-fitting vaginal hole I felt the back splashes from the flying pressure on my legs! Then I heard the characteristic dripping of liquid on the floor tiles!
_____She lowered her other hand, leaned on the tabletop and then turned to look me straight in the eyes - from her side they now reflected all the emotions of the world, bad and good at the same time: it feels like in her understanding, I raped her for the first time just now, and everything before that was just a generally insignificant prelude. A small tremor ran through her body. But I was at the very top of the world’s orgasms!
_____I took a step back, thereby pulling my penis out of her. It immediately started dripping onto the floor again. She silently turned around, squatted down and began to lick my penis, sometimes stopping to swallow. She licked everything, even my legs and a large drop that flowed down them all the way to the floor; she stopped there and looked into my eyes again.
_____- Lick everything off the floor, then get into the bath.
_____Sticking her ass up, she began to playfully lick all the places on the floor where sperm had dripped. I didn’t even understand what it was just now. What’s happening? Having finished with the floor, she picked up the flowing strips of sperm from her legs with her hand and directed everything into her mouth, carefully licking her fingers. Almost reaching the bathtub, her crotch dripped onto the floor again. She quickly bent down and licked it off. She climbed into the bath, turned around and began to look at me expectantly. I didn’t really understand how to react to this. Not that I care, but purely for myself - what happened to her now, what can we expect from her now? A spoon in the eye at the most unexpected moment? With anyone else in a normal situation, I would say that the female is at the height of happiness.
_____I went to the bathroom, unscrewed the shower head and handed her the hose.
_____- Give yourself an anal enema.
_____She turned on the water at medium pressure and began to insert the hose into her ass. After waiting like that for about ten seconds, she pulled out the hose and prepared to push. I turned away; I didn’t want to see this now. As I approached the bed, I heard the sound of a copious amount of water being drained. Without turning around, I said:
_____- Do this seven times.
_____The noise of water falling into the bath has completely disappeared, which means it’s getting into the butt again. He took the small dildo lying on the floor and carried it back, placing it on the shelf at the very edge. “Today we won’t need you anymore, we’ll do without you!” I thought, but I took two others from the middle and the opposite end. One long iron one, just the diameter of my penis, without a pronounced head, but with small bumps along the entire length for fixation after immersion. And the second is from a special collection made of latex with a suction cup at the base.
_____Holding a dildo in each hand, I approached the bathroom. Just at this moment the girl was making another flush. The water was perfectly clear. I didn’t count how many times she had already done this, but just continued to stand by the bathroom. She ran one more cycle, then turned off the water, screwed the shower head back on, and carefully put the hose back in place.
_____I stepped towards her into the bathtub. At about a level just above a meter, in one motion I stuck a latex dildo to the wall tiles, which resembled the penis of some octopus-like alien, both in shape and color. At the very base it had a diameter of 10 centimeters, but throughout its entire 25-centimeter length at the end it decreased in diameter to several millimeters. Along its entire length, this dildo bent slightly in different directions, remaining straight only in the general direction; on three sides along its entire length it had a tactile imitation of small suction cups on a tentacle. I turned her to face the alien appendage protruding from the wall. He imperiously held her by the thigh, as if indicating that she couldn’t move her legs now, and told her to bend over and take this dildo into her mouth as deeply as possible. She somehow boldly swallowed it almost two-thirds of the way and froze. Then I told her to spread her legs and slowly inserted an iron dildo into her vagina. At the moment the first pimples passed through the entrance to the vagina, I could not resist and imitated a grater, turning the device along its axis several times, to which I immediately received a weak groan, symbolizing pain. Then the dildo slid evenly to the very end, clearly resting against the edge of the uterus. I let it out of my hands and, as promised by the manufacturer, it stayed there without slipping back.
_____- Relax your butt.
_____I didn’t take anal lubricant from the shelf on principle. Today everything will be like adults! I tried to at least stick my index finger in, but no way! I felt that she had relaxed, but still the finger did not fit. Then I came up with a plan again! He took off the shower hose, twisted the head, turned on the water and leaned it against her sphincter. The water began to come in. I continued to hold. I heard a short but pronounced sigh innocently hinting to stop. I continued to hold. I heard her barely audible moaning: “Aaaaaaaaa.” He turned off the water and immediately told her to squeeze her butt so that nothing would leak out. He pulled back the hose, placed his already erect penis against her ass and pressed it a little with the head. Then he told her to strain hard to get all the water out. As soon as a sharply increasing stream came out of her, I held her tightly by the hips and pushed my penis inside with all my strength, using the stream of escaping water as a lubricant. Immediately her sphincter collapsed, tightly squeezing the penis, but it was too late. She screamed incredibly loudly in pain, simultaneously starting to choke on the alien dildo inserted deep into her mouth. Continuing to hold her tightly by her hips, I did not let her move back even a millimeter. After a couple of seconds, her shock passed and she froze in anticipation. This was her loudest scream yet. And today it was repeated every time I entered her ass all the way.
_____The first few full-fledged frictions were helped to lubricate by the water that continued to flow out, but then it became quite hard. To avoid getting hurt, I no longer stuck my penis out more than a few centimeters. It turns out that instead of lubricant, I used the skin of my own penis, which remained in place relative to the anal ring, allowing the penis to move a few centimeters back and forth due to its elasticity.
_____The girl screamed and was vibrating all over with different vibrations. Now, in fact, it was impaled on all sides. Every push of my penis through the walls of the anus, I felt like a hard metal dildo was pushing against me from her vagina! I’m sure a week ago she certainly didn’t expect today to end this way.
_____From the thoughts inspired by the situation, together with her screams that poured into a single moan, I felt that I was about to cum. Having picked up the pace quite a bit, I emptied her virgin anus with the remaining seed in the balls. Throwing my head back, I screamed from orgasm at the top of my voice. As it turned out, I screamed along with her.

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 10: Implementation.

_____The next day I went on business to the capital. I also went to the pharmacy to consult about anti-conception medications. Here I bought the necessary pills for six months in advance, otherwise the small on-duty pharmacy on the outskirts, which I went to last night, had the last pack for one appointment. I will give the pills myself, one a day, so that I don’t stupidly swallow everything at once.
_____I stopped by a large metropolitan sex shop for a gag in my mouth. At first I wanted a big red ball with a strap, and even found one (with the ironic inscription “slave”), but I I really liked how yesterday during ass fucking she was choking on the suction cup dildo deep in her mouth. I briefly explained to the saleswoman who was interested in selling something that I needed a thin, long, soft dildo in my mouth with fixing straps for my head. She understood what I wanted and showed me a latex, very, very soft, 20-centimeter dildo with a pair of clasps behind the head. Four breathing holes equally spaced from each other - everything is thought out! Just about 3.5 centimeters in diameter - exactly about 1 centimeter smaller than my penis, which was quite a bit too large and could not go down her throat. I wonder who comes up with such toys? What does their sexy life look like? I hope they are not testing this on themselves?
_____I drove home happy, sometimes glancing at the branded package with a gift for my passion, carefully placed in the front passenger seat. I even fastened his seat belt!
_____At the entrance to the house, without even taking off my shoes, I immediately pressed the button that sent a signal to the basement. He quickly took a shower, shaved thoroughly everywhere, smeared cream on his hands, and jerked his erect penis with a couple of movements, as if preparing it for what was to come. I took the bag with the gift and finally, without thinking at all about the time that had passed since the start of the call, I headed downstairs with anticipation.
The girl was drying herself while standing in the bathroom. I went to a large closet with different toys. He took a new dildo for the mouth out of the package, took handcuffs, a black blindfold, a long roll of thick rope with a tension carabiner, anal lubricant and a lightweight tubular aluminum spreader bar with strap fasteners at both ends. I looked at the whip twisted into a pancake - “you’ll soon come in handy, but for now I won’t bother you for everyone to see, let it be a surprise.”
_____The girl was about to go out to dry her hair, but I stopped her:
n_____- Don’t dry your hair this time (I just didn’t want to wait extra time). Give yourself an anal enema. Then smear it well with lubricant (he handed her the tube), stick your lubricated fingers inside. From now on, when you call, always prepare your ass for fucking.
Without answering anything, she began to twist the shower head... Meanwhile, I took a kitchen chair and walked with it under the iron ring sticking out from the ceiling. I thought about this point even when building the house. The ring was welded from a reinforcing rod that went inside the ceiling (or inside the floor, if you look from the perspective of the first floor) and there it was all powerfully welded to a square iron plate with ribs one meter long. This was then filled with concrete. According to my estimates, such a ring should withstand, if not a ton of suspended weight, then definitely something like that. Standing on a chair, I threaded a rope through the ring. The girl was already drying herself with a towel again.
_____- Come here. Give me both your hands.
_____I cuffed her. Then he put a blindfold on her head - she didn’t need to see what would happen next. Let him guess!
_____- Throw your head back and open your mouth wide. Stick out your tongue.
_____The oral dildo was so soft that it didn’t hold its shape at all. It could only be used hanging vertically downwards and inserted into an open mouth. I started to lower it slowly, but it kept trying to catch on something and get stuck. I realized: the whole point is that it is dry. Lifting the whole dildo back above her head with one hand, he ran the other hand between her ass, which was generously coated with lubricant, and then with the same hand he ran the full girth from top to bottom along the dangling dildo. Now it went down the throat without any hesitation! She coughed weakly several times, and when the dildo was almost completely inserted, she began to experience laryngeal spasms.
_____ - Stand still. You’ll get used to it now! Don’t try to do anything. Just freeze!
_____The laryngeal spasms continued for a few more seconds, then almost stopped, only occasionally making themselves felt with a weak twitching of the small body. I very smoothly continued to plunge the dildo all the way in and then began to secure the clasps behind the head. The four breathing holes began to make clearly audible snorting sounds. I wonder what it will sound like after the show starts? I raised her hands up, threaded the hanging rope through the chain between the handcuffs and secured everything with a special carabiner, clicking the tension ratchet several times. From such a sudden movement, the girl again began to choke on the inserted dildo, simultaneously twitching with her whole body. But she didn’t make any other sounds. He spread her legs and installed a spacer. I stuck out the retractable pins a little and fixed the length with special bolts. He tied the fasteners to his legs and walked a couple of meters away to admire the resulting beauty: a smooth, thin young body with arms outstretched, sometimes trembling from regular guttural spasms with the inserted dildo - just the awareness of this picture intoxicated the brain! Now I’m realizing my next fantasy!
_____It’s interesting that as soon as she tried to align her head with the conventional horizon, she immediately choked, so in the end she decided to remain in the face-down position.
_____Basically, being extremely overexcited, I was ready to cum right now, without even inserting my penis into her... but I decided to continue what I had planned. More than once I’ll have time to go down to her without calling first, just for an express blow job. We need to make room for art, where she is now a pliable canvas, and I am a careful artist.
_____- Today is spanking day! I will periodically spank you. You mustn’t forget why you are here. You can scream at full strength - there will be no punishment for this.
_____I mentally smiled, because how can she scream with a 20-centimeter dildo fully inserted into her mouth. But he said this on purpose, because the irony was deliberately intended exclusively for me.
_____I took a whip out of the closet, removed the holder for winding it for storage... and it, about five meters long, spread out on the floor. I had no idea how hard she hit, but I decided to check the opposite way: first I would hit with all my strength, and then, if necessary, I could lower the intensity of the spanking.
_____I played with the whip a little, letting my hand get used to it and develop motor skills basic movements. Even small training turns in the air produced a whipping sound that echoed throughout the entire room. My sex doll was noticeably nervous at these moments, squirming and making ambiguous sounds with her larynx.
_____I approached her from behind at a distance of three meters and made a blow! He was aiming for the ass, but hit him about 10 centimeters lower on his legs. The doll tried to scream, but instead only a loud sound like: “Gl-gl-gl” was heard along with a strong sniffling. At the same time, she wriggled her whole body and raised her legs a little, now completely hanging by her arms. This was not in my plans. It will be necessary to come up with some kind of fixation of the feet on the floor. I didn’t hit the ass because I hit it a little wrong - my hand came off a little. The second blow went perfectly along the intended trajectory and immediately left a pink stripe horizontally crossing the entire butt - if you hit correctly, it is not only more accurate, but also stronger! Once again the room was filled with sounds from her throat. She squirmed as best she could. The pink stripe on her butt began to turn red. Another blow! I got almost to the same place, only on one side the strip became slightly higher than the previous one. “I’m learning quickly,” I mentally praised myself. Then I rained down blows at several second intervals, never missing! I didn’t count how many there were in total. I finished only when there were no uncut spots left on her bottom. I even played a little bit with catching her hips with half-side blows. Half of the stripes have already taken on a dark purple color with some kind of very small bloody dots in the middle. She was now hanging there without twitching at all, just snorting upward through the breathing holes - apparently she was completely exhausted from the spanking that had taken place. He came up from behind, took her hips with both hands and began to spread her ass; his thumbs slid from the sweat flowing down her back. He put his penis to the sphincter and began to press slowly. At first the head resisted, and then slid in. Again she twitched her whole body a little in pain, which caused another spasm of the larynx. Then my doll froze - apparently for her the dildo in her throat was a completely unpleasant experience, since she was ready not to twitch as much as possible, just so as not to cause a reactionary laryngeal spasm again.
_____It was very good with the lubricant! The undeveloped anal ring felt like it was squeezing the penis much more than the undeveloped vagina. But now I was sliding perfectly, allowing myself the full amplitude of friction! I was in no hurry, but slowly pushed her in, looking at my penis, which, when moving back, was slightly accompanied by a compressed sphinker sticking out, as if unwilling to let go of its new owner. With one hand I smoothly grabbed her neck and heard again: “Gl-gl.” The vibrations of the accompanying twitching of the body from laryngeal spasms reverberated into the hand. As the pace of fucking increased, I began to gradually squeeze her throat. A slight wheeze came from the respiratory cracks in his head, which was still raised up. The intensity of the thrusts into the hand holding the throat also increased noticeably. Having reached an almost maximum pace, I discharged without restraining myself.
_____Since the fucking this time was not so long, when my penis stuck out, the sphincter again contracted, completely closing the passage. I reached the kitchen and wiped my sweaty face with a paper towel. He exhaled loudly several times to even out his breathing. She continued to hang slightly leaning forward without moving at all. Only by the barely noticeable movement of her chest did I understand that she was dying, which means alive. I really wanted to smoke, so I had to go upstairs. I decided not to untie it - the path will hang like that for now. What will she do? Complain to mom? Will he leave for someone else?
_____Having smoked a couple of cigarettes and, at the same time, answering several missed calls regarding business, I went into the shower. Cold shower! Steam came from the shoulders. “This is not only a pleasant pastime, but also exercise that is good for the body,” I thought jokingly.
_____A tortured image of a naked girl hanging in the basement popped into my head. The member hinted with all its appearance that it was ready for a repeat.
_____I went downstairs. He approached her from the front. He unfastened the ties of the oral dildo and began to slowly remove it vertically upward. Upon completion of the process, she immediately straightened her head and began to swallow intensively - well, yes, during all this time she could not take a single full sip. For contrast, I decided to show tenderness and went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. She was still blindfolded, but as soon as the rim of the glass touched her lips, she opened her mouth. I smoothly tilted the glass and poured all the contents into it. She was clearly very thirsty. Taking away the empty glass, I slowly pulled off her bandage. She looked intently into my eyes.
_____- Thank you, Master.
_____I pulled the drawbar several times so that now her face rose to the same level as mine, although her legs spread by the spreader no longer touched the floor and hung 30 centimeters above. I came close to her, bending down a little so that my penis, passing under her crotch, was sticking up, coming out on the other side near her ass, as if holding the resulting distance of proximity with a hook.
_____- Kiss me on the lips.
_____She, closing her eyes, silently reached out to me, and I to her. He completely pressed her to him, wrapping both arms around her back. At first we kissed childishly, then I started adding my tongue a little. Judging by the way she gave me a blowjob before, she clearly understood that her tongue was now her main working tool. She repeated my movements with her tongue, but did not overdo it, always letting my tongue take the initiative. Soon we merged in a real deep kiss. At the same time, I began to slowly fuck her without penetration. After a couple of minutes, the penis slid unhindered between her legs along the crotch, completely flooded with vaginal discharge.
_____I pulled away from the kiss. She opened her eyes and we looked at each other without blinking. I bent over a little, moved my hands down from her back and spread her silk. He immediately felt the entrance to the vagina with the head of his penis, again fixed her body with his hands behind her back... and began to smoothly enter. She silently continued to look me straight in the eyes. I gently made several movements back and forth, plunging only the head. He reached out to her with a kiss. She reached out, closing her eyes again. Slowly he began to increase the pace and degree of penetration. In terms of lubrication, I did not encounter any resistance, only the pleasant narrowness of the vaginal walls at the entrance. Due to the fact that it was suspended, I spent almost no effort, just guiding it lightly with my hands. This went on for about half an hour, where in this position I managed to stroke her cheeks, face, shoulders, and breasts. He even seemed to be combing her long, almost dry hair with both hands.
_____- How do you want me to cum? Like this or in your mouth?
_____- Stop it like that, Master!
_____Just an explosion of emotions! Not even a second had passed before I began to fill her vagina with my seed.

Chapter 11: Meow.

_____After another successful business deal for me in the capital, which ended with a clear and strong handshake, the mood was excellent, and I drove home with a smile! By the way, an interesting note from life: the more correct and firm the handshake, the more problem-free the person will be - you can deal with this! Even if the handshake was strong, but the grip was premature, then be sure, even in very small things, to expect problems or outright deception. And if your hand generally behaves as sluggishly as the mouthpiece I recently purchased, then you should stop doing anything right away. At first, I mentally reassured myself that all people are different and one thing has nothing to do with the other, but believe me, no, any man can be immediately identified with just a handshake. You can’t go wrong here!
_____It’s more difficult with very young girls, but women over 25 can be read in the same way by the way they present and hold their hand when meeting. It’s immediately clear what she will do in a potential relationship and what she won’t; where are its boundaries? how pliable it is, and so on... Bend your hand very lightly, a couple of millimeters, will there be tension in response or not? With such manipulation, will she continue to look into your eyes, turn away slightly in embarrassment, or even pull her hand away completely? In any case, at this moment she will unconsciously answer absolutely frankly, at the subconscious level, like a fully opened book. No, of course, there are excellent manipulators, but in my case, the wolf sees the wolf from afar. And such people come across extremely rarely, without essentially spoiling the statistics.
_____I was the first at the traffic light. A minibus with an advertisement on the side drove across the stream: four girls dressed in school uniforms with cat ears imitated an attack on the viewer with their long false claws extended forward. Without figuring out what exactly was advertised there, since until the very end I did not take my eyes off the ears on the head of one of the actresses, who, like a girl, coquettishly bent her leg and shoe at the knee, I clearly understood what I wanted today.
_____At the entrance to sex -shop immediately greeted me with a smile:
_____- Oh! Is it you again!? Did the gag fit well?
_____Although I personally called it a mouth dildo, yes, technically the toy was a gag!
Explaining that today I want to buy a cat theme, the seller imperiously led me along. Although she was somewhere around 22-25, in the manner of her gait, the construction of phrases, the deliberately smooth motor skills of movement, she behaved like a rich woman over 50 who had already had enough of the bustle of this life.
_____- Ears of all kinds are here. There are tails on this side. The paws are in another department - if necessary, I will take you.
_____I took small shiny black ears on a hidden hoop, the same shiny anal tail. Silently he nodded to her to lead me further, then he took the black velvet drawstring bags that were put on the clenched fists of his hands.
_____- Will you take the stamp?
_____- What stamp? (I was surprised)
_____I thought that this was something related to the discount coupon that she would now offer. It’s like you collect 5 stamps and get something unnecessary!?
_____- Cat stamps in the form of a paw print. You can apply them to the body of your partner... or partner...
_____- Partners. (I clarified in a soft voice)
_____- Partners. Of course, I had no doubt... What color is the mascara? Black, for accessories? It’s not that difficult to wash, there shouldn’t be any traces left!
_____- Pack everything.
_____- “We don’t have discount cards” - as if having read my previous thoughts about a coupon with stamps without turning around she clarified while making her way to the cash register.
_____“Savvy. And he’s not afraid to be bold, bitch?” I thought, smiling as sweetly as possible. Her cheeks filled with an equally feigned blush in response.
_____Having arrived home, I went downstairs without calling. The girl, wearing only panties and a bra, did not surprise me at all. Beautiful! After briefly following me with her gaze, she barely nodded as if in greeting and continued ironing her washed T-shirt on the bed. The cordless iron I bought here had a dual purpose: earlier I imagined how I would use it to burn the feet, nipples and perineum of the future victim, fixed in a homemade gynecological chair standing in the corner, still idle. But despite the already heated iron being so inviting to play with, at the moment I was not going to do this with her.
_____- When was the last time you washed?
_____- About an hour ago, Master.
_____- Excellent!
_____I had to apply cat stamps on a dry body, and I didn’t want to wait an indefinite amount of time for her skin to completely dry after a fresh shower.
_____- Here’s the package. Put on everything that’s inside. Apply these stamps to your body. Here is a sponge with mascara for you to dab into. And go to the toilet first, if necessary.
_____When I got upstairs, I didn’t want to go to the shower. I quickly washed my hands and penis in the sink, smoking a cigarette at the same time.
_____Having gone downstairs already naked, I found her with a headband with ears worn under her hair, an anal thin ponytail sticking out absurdly to the side from under her panties, and with a seal in her hand. She managed to put on herself no more than 15 stamps equidistant from each other, starting from her forearm to her feet, but almost her entire back remained clean, as did her body under her underwear. I approached and with two strong jerks in different directions, I tore her thin underwear. The tail immediately moved into the correct position! At the sound of the fabric being torn, she screamed in fear.
_____- From now on, you will only walk here naked.
_____Taking the stamp from her hands, I wet it on a sponge with ink lying nearby, and began to press over her body. Several times on the back, one just above and to the right of the pubis, a few more around the nipples. I didn’t put it on my butt, because it was still all purple from the spanking. I won’t touch it again - it will heal faster... for a new spanking! I wet the stamp with the sponge again. He brought it to her nose, pressed it lightly and made several circular movements - the tip of her nose turned into a large black dot. With quick movements of the edge of the stamp, from this place I made three thin stripes along the cheeks in both directions. The result is simply wonderful cat whiskers!
_____- Put your hands forward, clench your fingers into fists.
_____I put small bags on her hands, softly velvety to the touch on the outside, which surprisingly turned out to be made of very durable fabric inside, not allowing even minimal stretching. He pulled the clasps tightly around his wrists, making it no longer possible to unclench his fingers inside. I walked back a couple of steps to look at the presentation of the work done. She sweetly pressed her arms bent at the elbows to her chest and looked at me awkwardly, slightly lowering her head forward.
_____- Spin! Show yourself from different sides... Protrude your ass... spread your legs... spin around some more... Raise your hands...
_____I drove her for several more minutes to pose in all the erotic poses that came to my mind. I really wanted to take photos, but I clearly decided in advance that nothing should potentially compromise me. The hatch to the basement was very well camouflaged. In the official house design there is no basement at all! I remember how the official who arrived for approval, leaning on the trunk lid of his car, put all the signatures and seals even without ever entering the territory behind the fence - all he needed was a small envelope for motivation. Ha, he then puffed up a little demonstrably from his relatively small thickness, but after just one word from me: “Dollars,” he immediately broke into a smile and wished me good luck.
_____Photos on the phone? What if I accidentally leave it somewhere? Or will I simply get into a car accident and while, for example, I am unconscious, the police with very good intentions will go there to look for information about my loved ones in order to notify them? The investigators I knew about earlier told me how they solved several cases precisely thanks to such absurd coincidences. No, nothing above the level of the corridor hatch to the basement should hint at my secret hobby.
_____I pulled a chair towards me and sat with my legs wide apart. He motioned her towards my erect penis and ordered her to suck it. Since her hands were tied in bags, she simply continued to hold them bent at her chest, sucking only by tilting her head back and forth. The sight of my dick in her mouth against the background with a cute little drawn cat nose and whiskers made me cum immediately. Not even a minute has passed since the start! Almost no sperm came out of me, and after finishing the blowjob, she immediately sat upright and sat in front of me, looking questioningly into my eyes. Since, due to the contraceptives she takes daily, I can now safely cum in her vagina, there is no longer any need to worry about washing the internal canal of the penis with urine after ejaculation; you can immediately begin a new act.
_____- Lie with your back on bed. Spread your arms and legs apart.
_____While she was doing what she said, I took two pairs of handcuffs and two ropes from the toy closet. Her height so far was only a little over sixty meters, which is clearly less than what was originally calculated for tying. The width of her outstretched arms on top of the bed was enough to directly fasten them with handcuffs to the rings specially located on the sides of the bed, but with her legs spread below, she clearly did not reach the lower rings. Therefore, there I individually tied each leg with a rope.
_____Now she was lying on the bed in the form of a cat stretched out with her tummy up, specially prepared for surgery at the veterinarian. Although I haven’t touched her between her legs today, the small crotch was slightly glistening in the light with the juices released. It almost always happened to me with free partners - they became so self-excited from the blowjob they gave me at the beginning that they became wet enough to fuck with a dick without any preparation. I wasn’t going to find out what exactly this youngster was thinking and why she was leaking now, in principle, so as not to get closer, and they would start to feel sorry for her. It leaked - great! It’s not leaking - it’s worse for her, bitch!
_____- Now I’ll fuck you for a long time like I fucked you on the first day. Do you remember how it was?
_____- Yes, I remember, Master.
_____- I want you to meow all the time. And the faster I fuck you, the faster you meow. I will fuck you slowly - you meow slowly. Do you understand?
_____- I understand, Master.
_____I lay on top of her, quickly rubbing the head of my penis against her discharge in the slit of the vagina a couple of times. He quickly went all the way with one powerful push and froze. She didn’t scream, but simply said, “Meow,” quite quickly. The hole was again damn narrow, strongly squeezing the penis from all sides, but at the same time it was very soft. I began to slowly make progressive movements, to which the rhythm came softly: “meow... meow...”. Now I could only see her cute face with ears. After each meow, for some reason she stuck out her tongue slightly, pretending to lap it. Again an initiative on her part? This makes me fucking horny! I smiled broadly and, tuning in for a long marathon in this position, turned on the maximum speed of fucking. She obediently scribbled loud “meow, meow, meow” from her mouth like a machine gun. Having quickly gotten used to spending the last few days with her, to cum without thinking about my partner, I shot, resting my member against the upper wall of the uterus and directly felt resistance at the tip, as if someone was blocking the exit for sperm. I made a few more frictions, as if squeezing out as much as possible from my penis into her, which she looked into my eyes and said in a gentle, almost plaintive tone, “meow.”
_____I have no idea how they have fun in closed rooms from the public eyes of the palaces of Arab sheikhs with their young children, but my sex doll was definitely at the highest level! Everyone in the world knows about the passions of the sheikhs, but this does not stop anyone from shaking hands with them under the multiple cameras of the world’s main TV channels. This is all you need to know about global hypocrisy. Loot decides everything! Anyone who doesn’t think so naively, simply doesn’t have any money...
_____Of course, it would be nice to have my own harem, where I would simultaneously be sucked, licked my anus, stroke my legs with my hands, stroke my torso with big soft breasts, kiss my lips and They also kissed my neck on both sides at once... while with one hand thrown to the side I would tightly squeeze and unclench the breasts of the bitch standing there especially for this purpose, with the other hand on the other side I would play with my fingers in the wide-open vagina specially selected just for this purpose. slaves. How many slaves do you need in total? One... two... Eight pieces? Oh, well, there are also not enough extended moans for the background: let at this moment one slave nearby beat another with a whip, for example, tied naked to a high marble column. All this is in the open air by the pool... And since we are already in the open air, let another one, impaled all the way into the vagina with a high pin sticking out of the ground, wave a huge fan in my direction - so that it doesn’t get hot.
_____Oh, it’s good when you have something to strive for! It’s much worse when there are no ideas! People go with the flow in fear, even turning off the light during rare sex...
_____My penis was now swimming in a mixture of sperm and vaginal juices! Unconsciously making another movement back and forth with my penis, I heard a short “meow”, which brought me back from my dreams to reality. Opening my eyes I saw that my slave was looking at me in fascination. I again slowly went out and went back in, to which, after a quick and short response “meow”, in the shape of the drawn antennae, it seemed as if a slight smile appeared on her face. Continuing to look into my eyes, she slightly stuck out the sharp tip of her tongue. To say that this turned me on again is to say nothing!
_____- Stick your tongue out all the way!
_____She stuck her tongue out as much as possible and then I unmistakably recognized a wide smile on her face. The member stood up like a stake!
_____- Keep your tongue completely stuck out, don’t put it back in!
_____I turned my head quite a bit to the side, opened my mouth and bit her small, almost childish tongue with my molars. Increasingly accelerating the pace of fucking, I began to chew it painfully. Without warming her tongue back, she moaned loudly and tensed with her whole body... as I noticed earlier at such moments, the girl uncontrollably squeezes her vagina in pain. Such a natural reaction during fast hard fucking is just a gift for my penis!
_____That evening, without taking it out, I came three more times. After chewing her tongue, in the next cycle I tore her hair for about half an hour, strangling her along the way. After a short break in the last, about 20-minute cycle, I hit the cat’s face with strong slaps at maximum speed, alternating them with twisting the nipples under the arrhythmic vibrations of her whole body.
_____Having finished the exercises on my own new sex simulator, I spat copiously in her face and unfastened one hand. He wiped his penis on the sheet and paused in the doorway without turning around and said:
_____- That’s all for now. Then you can unfasten yourself. Carefully put everything back in the toy closet and wash yourself off completely!
_____The hot iron I saw today still left a mark in my subconscious and I immediately added:
_____- Tomorrow I will set your breasts on fire... and I want you to scream loudly at the same time. _____Turning around to close the door on the other side, I managed to notice that she continued to lie in the same position in which she was when I got off her. Even the unfastened hand did not change position. A light liquid leaked abundantly from her vagina.

Chapter 12: Fire, water and a copper pipe.

_____Spent the whole day riding a motorcycle through the forest. My body was craving physical activity - it was as if I was ten years younger! I didn’t immediately become stronger, but as in my youth I wanted everything possible! Several dangerous long jumps from a hill studded with trees rushing past at speed perfectly raised the adrenaline in the blood. Like a teenager, I squeezed the clutch in flight, twisting the throttle to full, purely for the roar of the engine! A wide smile made the thick helmet put unusual pressure on his cheeks. Approaching the house, even in joy, he involuntarily raised his hand in greeting to all the neighbors.
_____The new checkered tires had excellent grip, although they wore out quite quickly in just a day. I got rid of the old tires I found in the trash, but the fact that the previously purchased new one now looks worn is only in my favor if something happens.
_____I was looking through several local online news publications these days, which had “Emergency and Crime” columns, but I didn’t find anything about my case. Apparently, the disappearance of a young child is not as important as the news about two old women who fought over a seat on the bus... For some reason, almost no one knows that in the mid-90s in our country there were missing persons per year, and then there were (this is an important clarification), up to 180 thousand people! Someone said that the organ trade was in full swing at that time, but I once discussed this theory with an anesthesiologist I knew (the one who sold me the syringe) and he said that this was extremely unlikely, because sometimes searching for the right donor among a bunch of offers with all over the world, even for an extremely wealthy client, can take more than a year! It is necessary to do so many compatibility tests that not everyone survives... It’s trivial that just matching the blood type is not enough, there are a hundred other factors.
_____During this Great Redistribution, many men were stupidly killed in the forest and buried because of business or for the purpose of squeezing out real estate, but then how did 40% of these 180 thousand turn out to be women? Now, with newfound specific experience, I had some guesses.
_____Going home and ringing the bell, I took a quick shower, then took out from the kitchen cabinet a small gray metal box with a fairly basic set of medical instruments dating back to Soviet times. I took several long thin needles from there and threw them into a tall glass filled with pure alcohol. It seems that everything should initially be sterile, but it’s better to be on the safe side. He took out a large plastic bowl and dumped three packs of ice from the freezer into it. He threw a small pack of wet, alcohol-soaked napkins into the bowl on top and headed towards the hatch into the basement. He opened the hatch, put a small portable soldering iron under his arm, having first turned it on and off, and, terribly awkwardly trying to hold everything at once, began to descend. I didn’t want to make several moves, so every time an additional action was needed, I had to put everything on the floor and then pick it up again: closing the hatch, entering the code, opening and closing both doors... Well, art requires sacrifices!
_____The girl was still in the bathroom. Already skillfully filling her ass with water with great pressure, she then emptied just as quickly. I have no idea what time it was on the clock when I pressed the button, but she was clearly in a hurry. It’s funny, of course, but despite all this, she seemed to ignore me - maybe she was offended by what? Well then in vain, because in comparison she will have to be offended after today.
_____Smiling even from the still vague idea of ​​what exactly was waiting for her soon, I walked up to the game cabinet. From there I recently took out a personally assembled vertical jack with a copper pin with a blunt point at the end welded to the hydraulic rod instead of a fastening washer under the threshold. The length of the installed tip was about 40 centimeters and the width was exactly a centimeter wider than my penis. To polish copper perfectly, I had to travel to many workshops; everyone refused, saying that copper was soft and there would be scuffs. Why did I choose copper? It has natural antibacterial properties. Having finally found a master with the necessary equipment, he smiled and winked at me, clearly understanding what it would be used for. At the base, the vertical jack was welded to a wide 50-kilogram plate from the rod, which gave optimal stability to the structure, but in order to move it to the center of the room I strained my whole body. Maybe you shouldn’t put it in the closet at all, but leave it where it is? Why, such devices are always completely homemade! In a sex shop you can only buy a few small components. If you want something specific, invent it yourself from scrap materials!
_____After wiping the copper tip with a wet napkin, I practiced with the step-by-step mechanism of moving the pin up - each press of the pedal added almost half a centimeter upward. The reverse movement handle, when pulled to the side, lowered the rod quite quickly. The sounds made at the same time clearly interested my doll; turning in her direction, I saw her drying her hair with cautious curiosity and watching what was happening through the reflection in the mirror. Noticing my gaze, she quickly averted her eyes to her reflection and began combing her hair.
_____I placed a bowl of ice on the floor, carefully placed a glass with long needles next to it, quickly checked the operation of the hand burner again by striking a lighter in front of it, and began to undress. The girl turned off the hair dryer and walked to the center of the room with quick but short steps and sat down quietly on the rug in a position ready for use. But at the same time she was sitting sideways to me, holding her head straight forward, apparently looking somewhere at the wall. Being a lawyer by vocation (but not by profession), I understood that there was nothing to formally punish her for, because it was not agreed to always take this position strictly in direction of me. Well, it’s not that I needed a reason, especially against the backdrop of what I was now going to do with her, but deep in my soul I was dragging myself from complying with all these legal nuances.
_____Approaching her from behind, I sat down closely on knees with legs around. I removed both hands from behind my head so that now she was consistently holding my penis with two fists. I made several progressive movements with her hands, released her hands, and now she slowly independently jerked my penis behind her back. He gently pulled her head back by the hair and began kissing her neck, loudly inhaling the fresh scent of a 14-year-old body along the way. The second hand, not busy holding her head, stroked her shoulders, breasts, lightly touched her nipples, and went into the space among her open legs. I began to slowly move my pelvis back and forth in the counter-rhythm of her fists. He wet two fingers on her open mouth and began rubbing them at the entrance between her legs. It was wet, but not oozing. Apparently we need to tighten it up a little more. But the ass was completely freshly prepared! I turned her head to the left and leaned her whole body forward so that her right cheek touched the floor. He lifted her butt higher to his level and almost straightened up. Despite the uncomfortable position, without letting go of the penis, she continued to weakly jerk it with her small fists.
_____- Direct it towards your ass.
_____She, without ceasing to jerk off, slightly buried her head in the sphincter. I clearly felt with the end how it began to clench and unclench randomly, anticipating the inevitable. I moved both of her hands to her pink ass from scars and ordered her to spread it with her hands. The slightly dark pink sphincter appeared in all its glory. Now, because of the butt spread to the sides with the hands, as well as because of the previously prolonged hard fucking, a small working hole has formed in the sphincter, which, taking into account the abundant lubrication, was enough for the penis to jump with its head inside. Anal sex was clearly much more painful for her than vaginal sex and she sobbed loudly.
_____- Today a day of great pain awaits you! I want you to scream at the top of your voice. If you are a good girl, then all day tomorrow I will be very gentle with you, like never before. Are you ready to let me hurt you very much?
_____I understood that with any answer I would do everything I planned, but I wanted her to answer by thereby realizing the upcoming torment, as if it were not only my, but partially her choice.
_____- Of course, I’m ready, Master.
_____How does she always answer in such a way that it just explodes with desire? This doomed tone sounding from a small young body acted on me like a red rag for a bull: fuck, fuck, fuck!
_____I began to fuck her at a fast pace, simultaneously pulling her hands towards me.
_____- You can’t get away from me, bitch!
_____She moved her cheek on the floor in time with anal fucking and whined quietly.
_____- No, today you have to scream in pain!
_____Then I twisted her arms so much that she screamed like she was killed. By minimally varying the twisting force, I controlled the volume of her scream like a conductor controls an archestra! In addition to the audio accompaniment, the icing on the cake was the very sight of the skinny underage sex slave’s body twitching in agony. My dick entered her petite ass like a perfectly fitted piston! It was definitely thicker than her hands at the wrist! A few minutes later she was already floating face down in her own tears, but still calmly did not verbally express any protests. After all, she could have started to beg, but no - she was clearly aware of her doomed place without any attempts to even dream of rebelling against my limitless power. By the way, we should check this!
_____- Well, quickly shut up! So that I don’t even hear your squeak now!
_____She instantly fell silent, only continuing to blush in her face. I doubled the pace and knowing how much it hurts her especially when I go into her ass to the very end, I began to pound her all the way with rough blows. She still didn’t make a sound, didn’t even sob through her nose. I twisted her hands even harder; her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, her eyes were drowning in tears, but she never made a single sound. Having leveled my hands, I slowed down the pace, preparing to help her with the expansion of her vagina before impaling her on the pin.
_____- You can scream again.
_____A loud howl instantly burst out of her, which did not stop even during sighs. I took my dick out of my ass and got up to wash it in the sink. I didn’t want to mix it up, and asking her now in this state to lick everything clean would, perhaps, be excessive. I still liked her... The young fulfiller of my desires continued to half sit and half lie with her arms pointed back along the floor and her ass sticking out upward, burying her face in a puddle of her own tears, and roaring loudly. At the same time, for some reason, her sphincter was clenching and unclenching.
_____I took a bottle of already opened freshly squeezed orange juice from the refrigerator and took a few sips straight from my throat. He put the bottle back and looked around for something else to enjoy quickly. I broke off a small bunch of seedless grapes... yes, the whole refrigerator was filled with the most healthy and tasty food - I take care of my property... Snapping grapes from the branch and throwing them into my mouth, I stood in front of her. He threw one grape down right into the puddle in front of her face and ordered her to eat it. Without changing her general position, she moved slightly and took the berry in her mouth.
_____Well, at least she stopped whining while she was chewing. This is an old psychological technique of distracting attention by focusing on something completely outside the current context. To put it simply, it’s like, for example, parents say to a child who is starting to cry and has bumped into something: “Oh, look what a cloud in the sky, just like a giraffe!” and the child at this moment begins to diligently look for a non-existent cloud in the form of a giraffe, forgetting about the pain.
_____In a calm voice, I told her to get up, helped her with both hands, slightly lifting her forearms, and together we headed into the bath. She stepped inside, I sat down on the edge and turned on the warm shower and began to gently wash her, stroking her with my hand. She sobbed a few more times... She’s a strong girl, but still a little bit of a child!
_____- Have you calmed down?
_____She nodded her head several times childishly, wiping her eyes with her hand. Continuing to sit on the edge, I leaned inside the bathtub and turned it to face me. He threw one leg behind his back. He inserted the head of his penis into her finally very wet vagina. Raising him a little, he said to throw the second leg... and smoothly lowered himself onto the penis, pressing him to himself. She positioned her head to the side, gently resting her chin on my forearm, and wrapped both arms around my neck. I began to smoothly slide my member back and forth in her.
_____- Is it more pleasant than in the ass?
_____- Yes, Master.
_____I myself didn’t pay attention at first, that she said the forbidden “Yes” in the address, until after a few seconds she corrected herself a little nervously:
_____- This is much more pleasant, Master!
_____Not at all intending to scold, I just gently stroked her on the back , continuing leisurely movements inside the vagina.
_____It’s not that the position was uncomfortable, but for some reason at that moment I really wanted her under me on the bed.
_____- Let’s go to the bed, I want to cum in you. Lead me by the hand.
I consciously gave her a more complex command - for some reason the thought flashed how in the future she herself would completely entertain me with fictitious scenarios, so that I wouldn’t even have to tell her anything. It’s worth a try...
_____She got off me, took me by one hand and led me (herself!) to the bed. After hesitating a little in front of the bed, I told her that now I wanted to be on top, and continuing to hold my hand, she lay on my back while simultaneously pulling me along with her. Taking the initiative, I threw her hands behind my back and gently continued to fuck, while she looked at me with her eyes still a little red from crying.
_____Increasing the pace a little, clearly heading towards the imminent finale, I felt her barely noticeable, but plays along with me with her hips - yes, she is definitely already enjoying vaginal sex!?
I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth, speeding up the pace even more. She again wet the sheets copiously with her secretions! For some reason, apparently out of habit from my old life, I said that I was going to cum now, and seeing her little smile, I now moaned protractedly, shooting more and more portions of sperm inside. This lasted for ten whole seconds! She again vibrated her whole body several times under me.
_____I came out of her and climbed a little higher, finding myself with a hanging member in front of her face.
_____She, without instructions, began to lick the penis, which was covered in sperm and her juices, and took it into the hands of the scrotum for more thorough licking. I pulled back and saw the same mixture flowing out of her narrow vagina. He ordered her to pick it all out with her fingers and lick it clean. She became very pliable and followed directions with a slight playfulness. To test my theory, I went to the toy closet and took a previously used metal dildo. He handed it to her and told her to fuck herself, to which she replied that she would do whatever I wanted. Literally a second later she quickly played it back and forth, spreading her legs wide apart. Damn, now I’m going to impale this bitch on her!
_____Interrupting her self-fucking, I abruptly pulled the dildo out of her and slapped her hard in the face. She instinctively grabbed her face with both hands, and I took her by the hair and dragged her to the next place of torture. Having stopped it right above the copper pin, which had been retracted to the lowest position, I began to press the jack’s hydraulic pedal with my foot. A few seconds later, a weakly sharpened pin rested exactly between her legs.
_____- Where is it better to pierce you, bitch? In the ass or in the pussy?
_____She was clearly shocked by the sharp contrast of what was happening. Although what did she expect if I installed this pin today at the very beginning? Who will have to sit on it? Me, or what? Although I admit to myself too: I just changed my behavior so dramatically only because I felt some kind of emotional attachment. It was very good to be with her! In these circumstances, this will definitely not lead to any good (for me). I shook her hard by the hair and asked again:
_____- I’m asking where is the best place to pierce you? Should I shove it up your ass?
_____- Don’t, Master! Please, not in the ass! (she answered in hysterics and covered her eyes with her hands again, bursting into tears)
_____Continuing to hold her hair with one hand, I pushed her a little, rocking the pedal again, and then the tip of the pin finally decided on the selected hole.
_____- Spread your legs!
_____She obediently spread her legs. I started pumping the pedal intensely. After about 15 centimeters inside the vagina (it’s a pity, I didn’t make clear markings - I’ll have to fix it), she began to move her legs a little, narrowing the width of the stand to be a little higher - apparently the pin was already approaching the edge. As if nothing had happened, I continued to pump the pedal... After a few more pumps, it howled loudly. Everything matches! I went to the closet, took out the handcuffs and fastened her hands from behind. I was so carried away by fucking her that the ice in the bowl had almost melted. This means we will be without cooling... The pin, planted to the limit, did not allow it to deviate in any direction. She stood with her whole body stretched out as if on a stretch, sometimes whimpering loudly in obvious despair at the situation. I set the boot on fire, came close and looked into my eyes and asked:
_____- Remind me that yesterday when I left I told you to set fire to me?
_____She burst into tears at the top of her voice, but still answered:
n_____- You promised to set my chest on fire, Master.
_____- What should you do at this moment? (I clarified in a mocking tone)
_____- I will have to scream loudly, Master...
_____Satisfied with the correct answer, I smiled as widely as I could and began to hold the burner right at her breasts. I felt the heat even at a distance of half a meter, I can’t imagine what she felt at that moment... Although we haven’t even started yet! She might have wanted to lean back slightly, but she didn’t know what to do, because in this position with a pin between her legs, any, even very small movements from the ideally extended vertical position would cause her pain in the vagina. Despite the fact that she was already standing on her tiptoes, I pumped the pedal again. The whole room filled with a prolonged scream, and I quickly ran the flame of the burner across her thigh. She bulged her eyes from the painful shock. I decided to press home a little with a sadistic question:
_____- What breast do you think should be fried? Or is it not worth it yet?
_____I, of course, did not intend to do this at all, but following the centuries-old rules of English diplomacy, you first need to create a problem, and then offer to buy its solution, where for a happy ending you are not required to do anything at all- or do more.
_____- Not yet, Master!
_____- Why not yet? (I pressed her to capitulate)
_____She clearly didn’t know what to say, since the answer was meant to be long and complex, which she was clearly not in the mood to think about right now. She did not take her eyes off the burner, which I slowly moved from one hand to the other.
_____After waiting a short pause and thereby showing her that she was no closer to an intelligible answer, I quickly ran the burner over one breast, where redness immediately formed. She screamed again in pain, first twitching strongly, then screamed again, freezing with her whole body, feeling the stuck pin.
_____- Do you want to live a long life?
_____- I really want to, Master!
n_____- Do you understand that this is only possible if you are completely submissive to me and I will be happy with you?
_____- I understand everything, Master... (and then she finally understood) I will always do everything , What would you like! I promise that I will never let you down, Master! My life belongs to you and only you! I completely belong to you, Master! I want to make you the happiest in the world! I... I... I’m ready for anything! You are my favorite man. I want you to fuck me everywhere, to tear me apart from the inside, to fuck me in the ass. Master, I understand everything! Please forgive me. I want to live next to you for a long time! Master! My Master!!!
_____- What if I get bored with you?
_____- Master! My love! Never, you’ll see! Give me one chance! I want to be the best for you! Your cat... a rabbit, a fish - just to make you feel good, my Master!
_____So far more than satisfied with the result, I allowed myself to smile only inside, outwardly maintaining an indifferent look.
_____- I like to hurt you sometimes.
_____- Master, I was created for this! I am all and everywhere yours! You can do whatever you want with me!
_____- Okay. So you’ll be happy if I burn your breasts? (this was essentially the final question of the exam)
_____- If that’s what you want, Master. I will be happy no matter what you do to me! Sorry, Master... I didn’t understand this before, Master!?
_____I pulled the lever on the jack to the side and the pin quickly slid to the very bottom, getting out completely from her vagina. She remained standing quietly in the same place. I unfastened the handcuffs from behind.
_____- Today I’m in the mood to play wait-and-see with you. Do you mind if I finish what I started?
_____- I will be happy to oblige you, Master!
_____Almost believing in the complete breakdown of her consciousness, I began to take out alcohol-preserved needles. He pulled one out right in front of her face with the tip up.
_____- I want to pierce your right nipple, help me.
_____She, smiling with a tear-stained face, slightly squeezed her right breast from below with one hand, pulled the nipple with the other and said:
_____- I am so happy that I am with you, Master!
_____While she kept her nipple retracted, I put a needle on it and looked at her. We made eye contact. She continued to smile a blissful smile. Isn’t it broken? There was no need to press hard; the long needle passed across the nipple without any resistance. She just briefly said “Oh.”
_____- I want to insert another needle there.
_____She pulled the nipple even further without removing it. I drove the second needle diagonally - now it had a conventional cross of needles intersecting inside the nipple.
_____Turning on the burner again, I told her to stick out her breasts as much as possible. She removed her hand from the nipple and now squeezed her breast with both hands on both sides so that it protruded with the nipple a couple of centimeters outward. I brought the shank at an angle and began to warm the tip of one of the inserted needles. After a few seconds, the tip became red hot. I smelled burning flesh. I touched the singed needle from the other end and almost got burned.
_____- Are you hurt?
_____- Very much, Master. But I’m ready to endure it with joy.
_____- I want you not to behave like that anymore. Be as before. Don’t smile all the time. If you’re hurt, always show it. If you want to cry, don’t hold back until I order otherwise
_____- Sorry, Master! I understood everything! I will not disappoint you. _____Here she began to breathe heavily, looking at her chest with pierced nipples. I touched the second perpendicular needle - it was barely warm. He began to move it back and forth in the nipple. The slave began to moan in pain. Phew, I really thought that she had gone crazy, but no, everything was back to normal... I felt in the bowl of water a few small pieces of ice that were still preserved and placed them in my palm on her nipple, which had been singed by a needle.
_____- Thank you, Master! You are very kind!
_____- I am ready to be significantly more kind to you. But we’ll talk about this tomorrow...
_____Took the needles and went upstairs.

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 13: Adam and Eve.

n_____I woke up in the middle of the night. I was drawn to the girl’s basement. What is this feeling? Well, definitely not love, but definitely some kind of crush. While still somehow thinking with his head, he mentally promised himself that no matter what happens, he would under no circumstances let her out of the basement, no matter how far things went! I took a shower and went downstairs without ringing.
_____She woke up when I opened the last door. The general lights were turned off, only the low-watt light on duty in the kitchen was on.
_____- Master, are you all right?
_____The girl immediately jumped out completely naked from under the blanket and rushed towards me!
_____- Master, I’m so glad to see you! Can I help you with anything?
_____She quickly pulled off my panties and began to stretch her head towards my penis for a blowjob.
_____- No, wait...
_____She looked at me in confusion as if she had done something very wrong. My subconscious temporarily turned on and said: “She was sleeping and just woke up... look, she’s all sleepy! Such joy cannot be faked so quickly. So everything that was said to her yesterday was true?” But then a more menacing voice sounded in my head: “This doesn’t change anything. I won’t let her out of the basement, I made a promise. No options! But I don’t want to openly mock her anymore either.”
_____- Let’s go to bed.
_____She took me by the hand to the bed, threw back the blanket. She pulled me towards her and pressed her whole body against her. I bent slightly for the blanket and covered both of us up to the forearm. She smiled looking straight into my eyes. He reached out to her with his hand and began stroking her cheek. Suddenly I felt her small hand on top of mine. She reached out to me with a kiss. So we spent about twenty minutes, hugging along the way. Feeling my erect penis, she lightly pushed me in the chest, laying me on my back and climbed on top. She licked her palm and ran it between her legs. She groped my penis and inserted it into the soft vagina of a half-asleep girl. She sat down slowly, but I wasn’t in a hurry. After a couple of minutes, she was already actively moving on top, occasionally moaning.
_____- I will never let you out of here, do you understand that?
_____- Everything is fine, Master! This is not necessary.
_____From these words I began to cum inside her. As a result, we fell asleep in this position...
_____I woke up from the sound of water in the shower! I looked at the wall clock - it was already almost 10 am. The lamps simulating daylight were automatically turned on.
_____- Master, you are awake! Do you want to take a shower?
_____I threw off the blanket and headed towards her. As soon as I stepped into the bath, she began to pour a warm shower over me and rinse my penis. He stood up slightly from the girl’s touches. She squeezed the gel onto a sponge, took my penis in her mouth, holding it with one hand, began to rub my legs, testicles, and ass with the other, then changed her hand and washed it wherever she could reach it with one hand at a time, without removing the penis from her mouth. I washed off the remaining gel from the shower hose and sat down on the special place in the large corner bathtub. She got down on her knees and started sucking while jerking it with both hands. After about half an hour, realizing that I didn’t want to end up like that, with a questioning look on my face, I turned towards me with my ass, spreading it slightly with both hands. I nodded affirmatively. She immediately took a tube of lubricant and began to quickly push first one, and then two lubricated fingers into her ass. I sat with my legs spread out at both ends of the bath and my penis standing up. Having put the tube back in place, she began to back away towards me with her wide-eyed butt. She guided my penis into the sphincter with her hand, then, being half suspended in the air, she leaned her hands on my legs and, sighing softly, sharply pushed herself all the way. I pulled her towards me. He hung a little on top, since he was much taller, and we started kissing. While I was sitting motionless, she was simply impaled on me until the end. Having pulled away from the kisses, I made it clear that it was time to work with my ass. She did not move very quickly, but each time she pointedly stuck in until the end. From the pitiful look of her face, I realized that she was in great pain, but I wasn’t going to stop her yet - I was about halfway to orgasm. He took her from the sides by the body, put his hands against the wall, and he himself began to choose a rhythm - naturally, much more accelerated. I didn’t go in until the very end, but only three-quarters of the way in, but I soon turned on the turbo mode. She felt that I would soon cum, despite the pain, and began periodically squeezing the sphincter for greater tightness. It was surprisingly pleasant, but I still finished by pushing my dick all the way, which is why she screamed in pain again.
_____- Is everything okay, Master?
_____- Everything is fine. You’re doing great!
_____- Should I prepare breakfast, Master? What do you like?
_____- You are my little breakfast! (I joked) I’ll cook for us myself, while you change the sheets and make the bed.
_____She smiled, removed herself from my penis and began to lick it. Then, after rinsing my mouth, I took out two towels, handed one to me, and after drying myself, I went to clean up. At the same time, for some reason, I put my panties, which had been washed off at night, in the dryer. Apparently she has already washed them?
_____I made us scrambled eggs with cheese and literally 5-second fried thin bacon. Light salad of leaves and tomatoes with sour cream. We had a leisurely breakfast, smiling at each other, sometimes intersecting glances.
_____- Master, can I surprise you with something? Maybe you would like to do something with me?
_____- Do you already have a ready-made idea?
_____- Master, I know that you like to fuck me hard. Hang me by my arms, put my ass on a thick copper pin - it is very wide and it will hurt me like never before, and in the meantime you will fuck me in the pussy. By the way, since I’ll be suspended, I don’t mind another spanking. And, if possible, please, please, pierce my nipples with needles again - this way you can pull them back stronger. And if the mood strikes, then scroll! It will be very, very painful for me, I promise, my Master!
_____I didn’t know what to do at that moment. Burst with happiness? On the one hand, from a surge of desire I wanted to fuck her right now, but on the other hand, I no less wanted to do everything suggested with her first!
_____- Okay, I’ll go upstairs now to get some needles... since you liked it so much.
_____I got up and, with the completely clouded mind of a happy idiot, went to the door while she was wiping the furniture in the room with a rag. I almost closed the door behind me when she called out to me to please take my panties upstairs, saying that everyone here is just completely naked... and blew me a kiss! Out of politeness, given the quality of today, I went for the panties. Having already walked through almost the entire 20-meter long room to the dryer, out of the corner of my eye I noticed rapid movement. The girl was banging on the unlocked door that I had just left in that position. Purely by instinct, I started to run after her, but then switched to a confident, fast step. Running into the cold corridor, she slammed the door behind her, probably thinking that there was already freedom there... The cold corridor was always without light, so she never had the opportunity to see what was there next, but she still took the risk! Even theoretically spying on the first door with a 6-digit code and somehow faking my fingerprint (she overcame this stage due to my carelessness), she will immediately run into the next door with an 8-digit code, which she does not know for sure. What is the chance that the first entered option will be correct? One in 100 million? Okay, this is a small one, but also a chance. But then again there awaits a dark room with a hatch that opens from this side by squeezing upward - she is not strong enough.
_____Assessing that in total she has a chance of about one in 8 billion, where this one inhabitant of the planet is already me, that is, she has nothing left, she slowly approached the door. I scanned the fingerprint, entered the code, carefully pulled the door towards me, the opening sound sounded and... and nothing! I stood there in increasing confusion for a couple of seconds. Perhaps if I wanted to shit, I would definitely shit myself now. But then I heard the click of the tongue of the electronic lock. Wait, it turns out it was open all these few seconds after my last use and only now closed automatically? I put my finger on it again, entered the code, heard the click of the tongue coming off... and pulled the door towards me with all my strength. The cunning bitch, clearly unexpected of such a sudden opening, flew into the room tightly holding the door handle from the inside with both hands.
_____- Hello. And I was looking for you.
_____It is unknown from what devilish depths of consciousness this ice-cold irony just burst out of me. Landing on her stomach on the floor, she looked at me and screamed:
_____- No! Nooo! This is unfair! No! Mother! Nooo! Please!?
_____She didn’t even try to crawl away when I approached, continuing to talk to herself. On full autopilot, as if it wasn’t me who was now in control of my own body and without feeling any weight at all, I lifted her by the hair with my left hand from the floor, and with my right hand, with one blow, for some reason exactly to the forehead, I knocked her out.
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Chapter 14: Fall into Hell.

_____Well, what did I expect? My subconscious has clearly warned me more than once. Although the girl turned out to be more cunning than I thought, probably due to her young age, she was not patient enough. She should pretend to wait like this for a few more weeks, or even a month, in order to completely erase my doubts, and then try to escape. Who cares, maybe, being a romantic, what night would I still take her out into the yard on a leash and blindfolded to breathe in the fresh forest air? No matter how relatively strong I am, a potential blow to the balls will temporarily immobilize anyone, and then, having come to your senses, run after her through the dark forest... And this is if she doesn’t immediately run to knock on the windows of the neighboring house!? But all’s well that ends well. This is an excellent lesson for me, which, by the way, I purchased at a huge discount.
_____I went to the closet with toys and took two pairs of handcuffs. He fastened some of them in front on his wrists, others on his legs just above his ankles, and dragged them to the hook sticking out on the ceiling. I repeated the procedure done a few days ago with a chair pulled up to thread the rope. Immediately the idea came to make a noose around her neck, wait for her to wake up and knock out the temporary support from under her feet, intently watching how the little bitch swayed in her death convulsions... But I immediately abandoned this idea, either because of life experience, I never completely cut down with shoulder, or in a calculating, cold-blooded manner due to the fact that for now there is simply no replacement for her - both thoughts seemed to slip through my head at the same time, overlapping each other. He unfastened the handcuffs from one leg, took a leg brace from the cabinet, stood on a chair placed nearby and pushed the brace behind her back. Holding the spacer horizontally with one hand, he began to lift her handcuffed leg so that it went around the protruding turbo from the back side. Reaching over, he fastened the handcuff on top. Taking another handcuffs from the closet, he repeated the same thing, lifting his other leg up. Surprisingly, it would seem easier to do this if they resisted me, but at the same time I remained conscious. I adjusted the girl’s overall height to a level for the inevitable fucking. With a slight shortness of breath, he dragged the jack under it and began to swing the copper pin up until it almost touched the anal entrance.
_____Then again the question came from the subconscious: “is this the anal entrance or the anal exit?” “Probably depends on the intentions. In this case, this will definitely be the entrance!” I answered and broke into a smile, giggling quietly. It’s good when you and your subconscious are on the same wavelength!
_____Still, having just gone through quite a bit of stress, I went upstairs for a smoke break! The sun penetrated the house with bright rays at a slight angle, flooding the entire apartment with light. The wind sliding along the tops of the trees created a soothing general sound of the forest, even through closed windows. Suddenly I felt complete peace, all thoughts died down. Taking a big breath in and out, I thanked myself for my ability to quickly plunge into deep meditation. In just a short moment, it was as if I had rested for several hours. Having again physically felt the work of the accelerating gears of the brain, he headed downstairs to clarify the situation, simultaneously picking up a police baton purchased at Flea in the corridor.
_____It hung motionless with its head down. He approached her from the front. Realizing that she was still unconscious, he gave a strong blow to the stomach with his left hand! The hanging slave immediately woke up, took a loud breath and lifted her head up, opening her eyes wide. She began to shake her whole body and run her eyes from side to side in panic, looking around as if she didn’t recognize where she was now. Finally, her eyes fixed on me and she froze in vague anticipation. I tilted my head slightly to the side and looked at her questioningly. She continued to look into my eyes, then turned her gaze to the baton in her right hand and began to breathe loudly, still not saying anything. Annoyed by this game, I began to hit her with a baton from the side on her hanging legs and from below on her ass with such force that the whole basement was filled with screams! Having gotten a taste for it, I continued to strike, going around her from different sides! It hit everywhere except the head, ribs and spine. After 15 minutes, without a hint on my part of slowing down the pace, she was no longer screaming, but rather wheezing in a low, low-mooing voice. I came up from the front again and took her hair by the hair and raised her head to meet her eyes. She was not able to hold her gaze on me for more than a few moments; her pupils kept floating uncontrollably to the sides. First, shaking her by the hair, he again walked around the circle with the baton several times, and shouted:
_____- Bitch! You little bitch!
_____Seeing her body turning blue in the places of blows, he sharply threw the baton to the side and, without expecting it from himself, howled at the top of his voice, holding his head in his hands.
_____- Why was it necessary before this? bring? What were you hoping for, moron?
_____Apart from wheezing breathing, she no longer showed any signs of life, her whole body went limp on her arms and legs hanging in the clutch.
_____- I warned you that you can’t escape from here! I never lied to you!
_____There was no reaction on her part, only the wheezing emitted gradually died down. Yes, damn it, I didn’t want this ending. It’s one thing to rape a screaming teenager, and quite another to beat her to death with a baton. My heart sank in my chest...
_____- Fuck it all! I am who I am! You made a mistake - you will pay for it! I warned you that this is how it would all end!
_____With these words, I began to pump the jack pedal. Roughly thrusting two fingers from each hand into her ass, he pulled with all his strength in different directions, and continued to do so until the copper pin went inside at least 10 centimeters. Then he went through coping with any obstacle on his own. I stopped pumping the jack only when I noticed that the tension in the weighing arms and legs began to subside slightly. The little creature began to lowly moo again.
_____- Well, do you like it better? Was it worth it?
_____Without expecting any answer, I went to the toy closet and pulled out half a kilogram nipple weights with clamps in the form of small vices with bolts pointing outward on the sides. After fastening, her breasts sagged sharply by several centimeters. I swung one of the weights to the side, which immediately gave off a slightly changed tone in the background mooing.
_____Only now I noticed that while all this was happening, my penis was standing like a stake. It probably looked funny from the outside?
_____For some reason, sticking out my tongue, I began to aim my penis at her vagina, which was now wide open for anyone to see. Having heavily wet my palm on her torn face, I, with the same hand, smeared my penis with her tears. With the very first movement, slightly directed upward through the walls of the uterus by the anal plug protruding inside, the penis flew all the way to the stop! I began to pound her with maximum fluctuations, simultaneously shaking her body in rhythm with my hands, holding on to the ribs that were protruding from her thinness, so that she would feel all the consequences of her recent decision. The ass was torn, the saggy breasts turned white from the pull, the legs and ass were glowing with a large single bruise - this was only a small part of the emotions the slave was experiencing now.
_____Having completed the fucking in about half an hour, cumming profusely without taking it out three times, I now did reverse movement with his palm: clasping the protruding penis with his fist, he ran his hand upward from the base to the head, thereby collecting the entire resulting mixture of sperm and vaginal discharge... and then wiped his palm on her face, strengthening everything with a couple of light slaps.
_____Rising upstairs took a quick shower and smoked a cigarette to relax. Leaving the lighter in his hand, he picked up a burner in the corridor and headed downstairs. He approached her from behind and, burning her with a focused flame, drew a huge number “1” on her back. I don’t know where she got the strength from, but she screamed again, even though her throat had been torn off earlier! The body is young, it will endure...
_____Having removed the weights from the pulled nipples and unfastened her from the handcuffs, I brought her to the bed and quite carefully laid her on top. He left a glass of water next to him on the cabinet and before leaving he said:
_____- I’ll be back in a week. You have two options to think about: either you realize your place and live a long life with me, or just quietly die here during this time.

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Chapter 15: Exile to Earth.

_____It took three days of meditation to completely forget about the girl in the basement, without returning to her thoughts every half hour. This does not mean at all that for this it is necessary to sit with concentration in a certain lotus position; you can meditate whenever and however you want: while preparing food, watching a movie, while driving a car, or even washing the dishes. During these three days I completely recovered, in the end I didn’t know what to do with myself - there was a clear excess of strength, but there was absolutely no understanding of what to do: the business was going smoothly; there were no problems that needed to be solved with the new house; The car did not require service. I went to the capital, looked into several car dealerships - before, cool cars after a test drive gave me an incentive to earn money, but now it felt as if these were some kind of children’s toys that I had outlived. My life values ​​have definitely changed, but I haven’t yet understood what exactly. If you touch Buddha’s foot you will go blind forever. Worldly life turned strikingly grey.
_____I began to think about the meaning of life, about the Universe, about the values ​​of humanity. But I didn’t criticize, but... not exactly the other way around, but just neutrally in the middle I accepted the fact that everything simply is as it is. There are no concepts of “good” and “bad” - it is so locally subjective. Conventionally, if you find a suitcase with money, is that good? But someone lost him first, and that’s bad... If something bad happened, then it will teach you something. And if something irrevocably bad happened, like, say, someone’s death, as it sounded in an old Internet meme, then it’s sad. But no one cares. For one person on the planet, everything became sad, and on the other side of the planet for another, at the same moment, everything became better than ever before. Did Planet Earth and all its inhabitants perish from, say, the expansion of the Sun? But on the other side of the galaxy, the first nucleic acids were formed somewhere, accidentally creating a stable RNA chain on the planet, and... Life was born! The universe constantly equalizes itself with its indifference. She is a true Themis with a blindfold!
_____Here it would be appropriate to joke that “I have become so full of knowledge,” but I am not leaving life at all, but on the contrary, I want to know it even more in all its manifestations: I remembered a friend who gave me the gift of performing a fetish with a bottle. I sincerely wanted to know how she was doing. After writing her a message (I always write messages, calls only in urgent situations), I turned on music at home. I have no idea what is it called such a genre, but I like a little modernized classics of past centuries. A good audio system, playing the right piece, helped me comfortably fly into the very depths of my mind. The moment of unity with the world was interrupted by a response from a friend: “Everything is fine. Prepare to meet by 11:00 pm tonight.” Not just to prepare a meeting, but to prepare ourselves for a meeting - we both always understood the meaning of words. I asked: “Prepare for what?” In response, I immediately received a photo of her, where she was on her knees with her legs spread, her hands thrown behind her head and her mouth open with her tongue hanging out... and the text: “let’s start with this” - clearly hinting at the fact that I would fuck her in the throat . After three days, not only without sex, but without even jerking off even once, I felt my penis through my panties roughly resting on my jeans. I was even glad that it still works! Smiling to myself at my own joke, I briefly wrote: “I’m waiting.”
_____Having met her on the street getting out of a taxi at the slightly open gate of the house, we immediately hugged and kissed, where the last action was slightly hampered by our smiles.
- I thought you forgot about me. (she scoffed a little)
- Stop it. I specifically didn’t want to disturb you for a while. You know very well that for the last time I owe you a lot.
- Today we will test how much you value debt.
_____At first I wanted to object that what I said was just a courtesy, but then I thought that … why not! Well, let’s say I’m going to lick her half the night - it’s still worth the quid pro quo! In the end, what will be good for her will be good for me too. With the warmest feeling inside, I was very happy to see her.
_____We drank coffee for more than an hour, sitting on the sofa in front of the panoramic wall-window, watching the bright stars in the night sky, smilingly chatting about everything in the world to quietly playing music with romantic Internet channel, which was occasionally interrupted by her muffled laughter. After slow passionate kisses, where I somehow imperceptibly completely stripped her from the waist up, gently playing with her breasts, she moaned in the tone of a sex goddess, threw up her head in pleasure and freed herself from my embrace, standing from the sofa in front of me on the rug. Pulling the skirt a little to the sides, she lowered it down - there was nothing underneath, only a perfectly shaved pubis. Against the backdrop of a huge wide window from floor to ceiling, with a backdrop of an endless starry sky, she was flawless in her nudity. Lightly tossing the skirt that had fallen onto the rug with her foot to the side, slowly, to the beat of the music playing in the background, she sat down on her knees in front of me in that very position.
- First you will cum, having done whatever you want with me. And then I will finish, having done what I want with you.
_____Having finished this phrase in a gentle voice, she, without taking her eyes off me, took a deep breath so that her inviting nipples now looked not forward, but upward, opened her mouth and stuck out forward tongue. Slowly taking off my shirt, while slightly flexing the muscles of my body, illuminated by the dim night light of a specially yellowish, cozy hue, I stood up, took off my trousers and panties and threw them over the back of the sofa, took a step forward, obscuring half of her face with my erect penis. I directed the head into her mouth with my hand, and without changing her position, she began to move back and forth, turning her head a little, thereby intensifying the wriggling of her tongue. The true master of blowjobs, salivating profusely, swallowed deeper and deeper to the very throat. I closed my eyes, plunging into cosmic ecstasy. The throat of an adult and experienced girl carefully accepted my penis. Every movement was perfectly timed. I was ready to cum even without the usual acceleration of the process. She did everything so correctly, the speed of her head movements, the degree of pressure with her tongue, plus her smell, the overall beauty of her young and toned body .. I came without even touching her with my hands. Dropping a three-day supply of sperm into her throat, I opened my eyes and saw a falling meteor, which left a trail half as long as the black sky. Cosmic orgasm! With her nose pressed against my stomach, she swallowed the sperm without stopping. Then, feeling that I had finished, without letting it out of my throat, without any head movements, she began to cause her crown spasms of the larynx, simultaneously crawling with her tongue lengthwise along my penis, both in her mouth, and sometimes sticking it out. Not even three seconds had passed before I came again, it felt like re-filling her with no less a volume of sperm. Having swallowed everything again, she moved her head back and pointedly left her tongue hanging out with her mouth completely clean and open, traditionally demonstrating that there was nothing left inside. At this moment, another meteor traced a streak in the sky. As a top-class mistress, at that moment she did not pester me with any words, waiting until I spoke first.
- It was, as always, amazing! I miss you very much. I will fulfill my promise and satisfy you as you want. But first... let’s continue in bed!
- I hoped that everything would not be limited only to my mouth.
_____Lightly lifting her chin to a standing position, I directed her towards the bed, and I I went to wash my penis in the sink, and at the same time peed a little to cleanse the canal of sperm. She lay on her side, with her back to me, with her upper leg slightly bent at her knees, thereby slightly revealing a view of her charms. I grabbed her by the ass, tilted my head to the side, and passionately bit into her labia, trying to lick and suck her at the same time. Feeling that my penis was already completely ready, I leaned over a little higher and began to enter her vagina, pressing her body to me with my hand located in the lower abdomen. To contrast with the blowjob, after just a couple of minutes of smooth acceleration, I accelerated to maximum speed, alternately playing with both breasts with my hand raised from my stomach. She breathed loudly and passionately, turning her head a little to the sides. Moving my hand from her breasts, I stroked her cheek, turning her face towards me. Without slowing down, we merged in a passionate kiss, where she lustfully resisted me with her tongue. I came out of her and turned my whole body onto my back, and I lay on top, again going between my half-spread legs. Knowing from experience with me that this was my final stage, she closed her legs as always, making her hole as narrow as possible. She squeezed her breasts on both sides with her hands, and I laid my whole body on top of her. She removed her hands, stretching them upward, simulating being tied up, thereby leaving her breasts resting against me to act as a soft buffer. At the same time fucking her at maximum speed, I stuck my tongue into her mouth, which she began to suck in time with the movements of my penis, jerking her head back and forth just as quickly. From the feeling of penetration into her body from both sides at once, plus the softness of her breasts pressing against me, together with her moans... leaning back a little, I rose to my knees, clutching my penis at the base. Literally half a second later, a soft mouth wrapped his lips around the head of his penis, rotating the frenulum with his tongue. I loosened the clamp at the base and my mistress immediately began to suck, swallowing periodically. After she leaned back, I began to satisfy her between her legs, but was stopped by a hand stretched down.
- Don’t, I’m done. Lie down next to me.
_____Having said this with a noticeable shortness of breath of a satisfied female, she turned sideways to me and put her hand over her chest on her far forearm, immediately starting to lightly massage it with her fingers.
- Let’s lie down for a while. Then... I need to catch my breath.
_____Having added the last phrase, she closed her eyes smiling and playfully pressed me tightly to her with her outstretched hand for a couple of seconds. I placed the palm of one hand on her pubis, to which she responded by very slightly spreading her legs, after which my palm rested comfortably a little deeper... and I put my second hand on top, on her hand that was already lying on me. After about 30 seconds, she was barely audibly snoring into my ear, burying her nose in my cheek. Based on experience, not being afraid to wake her up, I stuck my hand between her legs, lifted the arm that was hugging me, and carefully laid it on the sheet. He covered her with a blanket and went away to admire the starry sky for the last time and smoked a couple of cigarettes. Then he washed himself again, peeing in the shower, clearly expecting the morning continuation, brushed his teeth and returned to bed, lay down under the blanket on the other side, hugging her.

[Biron]

Thank you. Looking forward to the next episode)

[Bully Carrie]

Can anyone really like this criminality? Holding a person in captivity, bullying. In the last episode, will the main character end up in ITU? Or will he just wake up?

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 16: Perspective.

_____I woke up from vague feelings of pleasant tenderness and a little tickling: the lips of my now supreme mistress embraced a sleepy penis in a state of morning hard-on. Having completely slept, I never got up with my penis erect, but if, for example, I was woken up early in the morning by an unexpected phone call, I often noticed this effect. Now, having woken up before me, she clearly caught the moment. She generally liked morning sex most of all. More often we did this late in the evening because we usually met only in the evening. Resting against my legs with her soft breasts, holding my penis with one hand, she took it out of her mouth and said:
- Morning sex. And then you’re all mine until lunch!
_____I wanted much more for her to just silently continued what she started rather than find out what the catch was. Having received a non-verbal hint to continue with my head thrown back in a smile on the pillow, knowing that I don’t really like blowjobs from the side, she positioned her whole body exactly opposite, pulled my testicles down with her hand and with quick movements began to pound her dick into her throat. I really liked it when her hair, loose at the same time, rushed down, slightly stimulating the nerve endings on the skin of my body with the tips from moving her head. With one hand I hugged her forearm, and with the other, parting her hair a little, I cupped her hanging breasts. He began to touch her, constantly changing the position of his fingers for a better feeling of volume. She perfectly understood my smallest hints, and after about ten minutes of the highest quality blowjob, I, with an almost imperceptible movement of the hand holding my breast, beckoned her to me. She stood up, put two fingers in my mouth, made several oscillations back and forth with them, imitating fucking, and, smiling with a hint of embarrassment at what was permitted, quickly ran them between her legs, wetting her weakly defined labia. Being on top, she straightened up and with her hands on both sides, one in front and the other from behind, directed my penis between her legs. She always remembered that at the very beginning I like to go all the way and stay in that position for a few seconds. Then she reached out to me, leaned her hands around the pillow and began to slowly make out, periodically rolling her head up. In this position, I really liked to knead a woman’s breasts with both hands, which, looking down at me, all my partners always felt increased by at least one size from the original one. With my mouth I wet the thumbs of the hands playing with the breasts and, sometimes pulling gently, began to rub her nipples in a circular motion. It was in this state that she always came several times in literally the next five minutes.
_____I liked to bring my partners to orgasm as quickly as possible, since being satisfied they all allowed me to further embody anything with them, using them as pliable dolls: any position, any rhythm, complete humility. Even the bottle was inserted into this friend just after this.
_____Caught himself thinking that, out of a new habit, he was about to cum in her, at the last moment he pushed her away hard. Despite this, she instantly swapped places between her vagina and her mouth and swallowed everything, simultaneously running her clenched fingers along the penis from bottom to top several times, squeezing out the sperm to the last drop.
- Did you want to be rude?
- Sorry , I got carried away and almost came inside you.
- Apologies are not accepted. We already discussed that you can cum in me if you want. You will be punished.
_____I wanted to repeat once again about my non-acceptance of using hormonal drugs for her, but she did not allow me to do this by pressing her finger vertically to my lips. She climbed out of bed and heading to the shower, almost in the orderly tone of the hostess of the house, declared:
- You will go into the shower after me. Carefully give yourself an enema five times!
_____Naively assuming that she would give me another anilingus by getting inside with her entire tongue, after taking a bath, I began to give myself an enema, first twisting the shower head. Already on the fourth cycle, I mentally thanked her for not telling me to do it seven times. Having finished the procedure and dried off, I left the bathroom and opened my mouth in amazement! My almost naked mistress now stood only shod in bright scarlet shiny high-heeled shoes and with, it should be noted, a perfectly color-matched, horizontally located strap-on in hard frame panties, at least the size of my penis. Smiling, she bit her lower lip and made several movements with her hand, as if jerking the strap-on.
- To be gentle with you? Or be rude, like you were to me?
_____I tried to answer something several times, but not a single word came out beyond unintelligible sounds. I never suspected of her given hobby!
- Today you will be my obedient slave. Crawl to me on your lap.
_____After weighing all the pros and cons, I decided that... why not!? If you ever try this, it’s now and only with her! I decided that from now on I am open to everything without any barriers. The thought even flashed through me that what a great fellow she was, daring to take the initiative with me. She is definitely a special girl!
_____With these thoughts, I crawled towards her on my knees. She repeated the morning movement with two fingers in my mouth, but this time noticeably bolder and longer. Then, as if jerking my mouth, she replaced her fingers with the head of the red latex strap-on, which was held at the base by the same hand, and with the other she stroked my hair while I sucked it.
- Take it deeper. Learn!
_____I began to swallow it a little into my throat, each time turning around the movement when there were hints of a reaction from my throat. With the words “Good boy,” she slightly jerked her pelvis in my direction several times, which made me gag. She stuck the strap-on out of my mouth and said in a mistress’s voice that I had never heard from her lips before:
- Now get your knees on the sofa and stick your ass out!
_____After my submission, she stood up from behind and pulled out hidden under her strap-on panties, a small disposable sachet of lubricant, began to squeeze it all into her palm. She rubbed her entire strap-on from start to finish and, placing the head against my sphincter, she ordered:
- Relax your ass, slave! Now I’m going to fuck you for a long time.
_____Without expecting anything from myself, apparently completely immersed in the game, I answered:
- Yes, my Mistress! As you wish.
_____Unlike me, she wisely did not immediately enter until the very end, although she may and will do so in the future. She had already made several movements back and forth without even plunging her tactilely expressed head into my ass. My Mistress was in no hurry, realizing that today, in any case, I would endure everything until the very end. I relaxed the sphincter as best I could, but for several consecutive movements her strap-on did not go deeper than a certain one. I couldn’t stand the wait and, resting my head on the back of the sofa, I threw both my arms back, spreading my butt to the side as much as possible. The head of the strap-on immediately slid inside!
- What a great guy! If you are obedient, then I will be more gentle with you.
_____From hearing the analogy of my communication with a girl in the basement, remembering how sexy my mistress looks now, stroking a bright scarlet strap-on, her powerful sexy voice, I felt that my penis was standing with a stake, twitching a little from the pressure pumped into it. But as soon as I reached out to jerk off, she stopped me with a hard blow to my ass.
- No, no! You can’t touch it yourself. Only I can do this! If you want me to jerk you off, you must first work my ass well!
_____With this phrase, she began to quickly fuck me shallowly. The stretched sphincter slid perfectly along the strap-on, but with every movement back it flatly refused to release the mushroom-shaped head. She very slowly increased the depth of penetration, after 20 minutes fucking me with only half of the available length. Out of habit, after all, it was my first time, I began to moan a little from the painful blows of the huge star-pon resting against the anal walls, while remaining in maximum excitement.
_____I now seemed to be experiencing what I had done with my slave many times before, but from a different perspective. I have always received pleasure not from the infliction of pain itself, but from contemplating the reaction to this pain - essentially experiencing it, only from the outside. The current exchange of roles greatly enriched my treasury of known emotions.
- Do you want to cum while I jerk you off?
- I really want to, my Mistress!
- Slowly turn over on your back - like this , so that I wouldn’t take out the strap-on.
_____I turned over as carefully as I could and lifted my legs up, sticking my ass out from the edge of the sofa, and she stood with the strap-on stuck into me on her knees. She took my legs with her hands and, holding them slightly, spread them apart at 45 degrees. Now, while fucking my ass, I could see her completely lustful face with an impudent smile from the experience. She continued to work my ass with quick movements.
- Hold your legs yourself.
_____I obeyed. Having greatly increased the pace with the strap-on, she began jerking me off with both hands with small twists. Her breasts shook beautifully to the beat. Either from the movement of skillful hands, or from the realization that I was now being fucked hard in my already very sore ass, I shot, cumming almost to the ceiling, like in some cheap American film. I didn’t imagine that this was even possible. My mistress, loudly exclaiming from what she saw, laughed and sharply pulled out the strap-on with the head, from the surprise of which I screamed in pain, pressed her tender lips to the penis and sucked loudly until I calmed down.
- Now we’re even! Did you like being fucked?
_____Recovering from what had happened for at least a few more seconds, at the same time coming to terms with the severe pain in my ass, I answered as I exhaled:
- It was an experience.
_____Gently releasing my penis from her hand, she went into the bath, unfastening the strap-on panties along the way. Having completely removed them, I stepped over the rather high edge and turned on the shower, starting with my hand washing off the strap-on that had just been inside me. I lowered my legs, already experiencing new pain, and headed straight into the shower, still phantomically feeling the strap-on in my ass.
_____Before the kidnapping of a minor slave, I had anal sex with girls only a few times. For the first time, this was an initiative on my part purely to familiarize myself with the process, a couple more times at the request of partners who practiced this before meeting me, and once with my current mistress, waiting in a warm shower - I just wanted to hurt her then. But now I began to clearly understand why the little underage slave always “enjoyed” anal sex with me so loudly. It’s curious, but I didn’t think at all about how she was now, whether she was even alive... It was as if I had subconsciously erased her, leaving her only in past memories.
_____I went into the bath and closed my eyes. Immediately I felt a hand following the streams of soul, stroking my body. Several kisses on my chest, then higher on my neck... realizing the direction of movement, he tilted his head down a little, and almost immediately felt a kiss on the lips.

Chapter 17: Thoughts out loud.

_____Already half an hour later we were silently having a hearty breakfast, as the time was approaching noon. Having brewed two large full mugs of coffee, heavily diluted with milk, no longer for cheerfulness, but for passing time, we sat down in front of the panoramic window on the sofa, where yesterday I experienced a cosmic orgasm, and today I was unexpectedly fucked with a strap-on and came almost to the ceiling.
_____I began to ask my mistress about her experience with a strap-on. She replied that this was the first time with a man. She really wanted to do this with me. But in general, she already had experience with her friend.
- Did you fuck each other with a strap-on?
- No. It was me who fucked her from time to time, and she just licked me sometimes all night until the morning.
_____As if reading the impending question from the expression on my face, she added:
- She was my bottom. I brought her to orgasm with my fingers only a couple of times at the very beginning of the relationship. Then she always came herself, helping with her hand, apparently from the realization of what had just been done to her.
- Why did you end the relationship?
- I just began to realize that each time I went further and further. Once, after the assault, she even beat her until she had bruises on her face; there were no objections from that side. Then she jerked off in the bathroom, locking herself in for the whole night. In order not to show up at work with bruises, she took a two-week vacation, during which I continued to come to her, adding more beatings every evening. At some point I caught myself thinking that I wanted to tear her apart from the inside, the bitch! Understand? About how you wanted to tear me apart with a bottle...
_____I was about to object, but she interrupted me, continuing:
- I understand that you didn’t want to hurt me, but I wanted her! I even sometimes imagined her last moments of life: how she stopped breathing, being with her pussy torn. At the end of the relationship, I even stuck my fist into it, and then sharply stuck it out, trying at that moment to straighten my hand in the most open position. She may have wanted this herself, but it’s not normal that I did all this with her, enjoying it!? Since then I have only had men, but with them everything is different. I don’t know, when I started dating you, it was as if the intensity of my feelings that I had before returned. So I bought a strap-on the other day, for some reason knowing that you wouldn’t refuse me.
- I hope you’re not going to fuck me to death with a strap-on?
_____She looked at me and answered with a sad smile:
- I love you! You know this very well...
_____Understanding the full burden of responsibility of the upcoming words, I pulled her into my arms and said:
- I love you very much too...
_____I had many more questions about those relationships, about feelings, but at the moment it would be inappropriate to continue asking this. We sat there for a long time, hugging each other tightly.
_____Later, driving her home, I continued the previously started conversation in the car:
- Tell me more about your relationship with that friend.
- There’s not much to tell. It’s good that everything ended as it is, otherwise I wouldn’t want trouble because of this youngster!
- Youngsters?
- Yes, then I was already 20, and she was just turned 17. She was from my school and studied several grades younger. She looked at me strangely during breaks when I was in high school. Nothing happened then, we didn’t even really communicate. One day we met by chance in a cafe when she had just graduated from school. Nobody knew about our relationship. I had no one to tell, and she didn’t want to be laughed at as a lesbian. It was difficult for her: she lived alone; father is unknown where he has been for many years; the mother worked for an unknown purpose in Turkey, sending some money every week. Until after school she almost immediately got a job, I fed her a little. By the way, I took her virginity with a banana I bought for her with a condom on. Only then, having gotten a taste for it, for the first time in my life I went to a sex shop and bought a full-fledged strap-on for my belt.
- Did she cum then?
- I don’t know, but after that she was all bawled out she intensively licked me for several hours - from then on I opened the lower one in her, starting to use it as a toy.
- In such a relationship, let’s say, there probably was a unique highlight?
- Definitely! I still sometimes satisfy myself alone and imagine that she is licking me. Despite the fact that, for example, you do it better, I represent her. I don’t know... ownership? Authorities? I felt something similar with you with the strap-on. You played along well - I really got into the role!
- I understand what you are talking about. You know, in my fantasies I often thought that it would be nice, like some respected gentlemen a couple of centuries ago, to have several slave servants for sex.
- Oh, yes! I would definitely use one of them.
_____She laughed dreamily, with a little awkwardness. I decided to put a little pressure on her in this direction:
- Wouldn’t you be embarrassed by the lack of her consent?
_____Knowing me, she did not expect a moral reading, but took the question in a dry, scientific way.
- Times were different then.
- I don’t know. The times are always the same. The fact that now everyone has a smartphone in their hands, and instead of horses we drive cars, nothing has changed. Wars still continue all over the world, one neighbor kills another because of an unshared bottle of vodka - people have not changed at all. It’s just that in our time, propaganda about the supposedly greatest value of Human life, about the mythical Freedom and Democracy, pours out of every doo-do more effectively. Despite the fact that this does not concern the ruling elites at all. Try to cross their path in any, even the most so-called democratic country, and you will get lost around the corner, accidentally slipping and falling head first seven times in a row. You just need to decide in this world whether you are a wolf or a sheep. Most people are mistaken in choosing the passive path of a sheep, because someone will always secretly choose a wolf and eventually eat everyone.
- Reasonable... But how to become a wolf?
- I suppose, first of all, admit to yourself, that you are a wolf and stop being ashamed of it. As soon as you question generally accepted moral standards, you immediately notice where you are being deceived. Take, for example, the frequent expression “it’s customary” - accepted by whom? Who was there where they took it? Who took it? Who and when delegated their powers to these mysterious hosts, whom everyone knows but no one has seen? Or another thing: from childhood I was told that girls should not be beaten...
_____She looked at me questioningly, raising her eyebrow slightly. I continued:
- Why girls? What about the boys? Now can we go beat them up? Why not just teach that you can’t hit people? And even then, this is not entirely true, I would paraphrase by adding the phrase: “you can’t beat people without a reason!” As a result, it turns out that the seemingly good teaching about the prohibition of beating girls, as a result, leads you astray from the path of rational thinking from childhood! Then everything follows the same scenario: don’t raise your head, take everything on faith, and so on. At what point did the phrase “are you the smartest” or “you need the most” become frowned upon in our society?
_____Laughing, she patted me on the shoulder.
- No, my love. You say everything correctly, but with the same slaves, this is now prohibited! For such an ordinary person, not one of those elites, they will immediately go to prison!
- You yourself know very well that openly speaking in society that you masturbate is extremely condemned. At the same time, everyone masturbates! I’m sure that even nuns do this when they turn away the icon.
_____Now she laughed out loud, covering her mouth with her palm.
- Well, yes, from my youth I knew that there were many brothels, advertisements with prostitutes, although this is prohibited and, it seems, even severely punished.
- Exactly! I am sure that in more closed places, like the darknet, there are offers with underage prostitutes. Again, swinger parties and BDSM parties are completely openly promoted...
- Were you there?
- No, I was only at individual BDSM shows...
_____I told her winked, to which she became a little embarrassed, without ceasing to smile at the general tone of the conversation. Then he continued his arguments:
- Is it possible to drive under a brick? You can... just if the police notice you, there will be a fine. Is it possible to have your own underage sex slave? Everything is possible! It’s simply impossible that others found out about it. Consider that this is exactly the same rule in the law, where if something happens you are punished, but not for the forced sexual slavery itself, but for the fact that you revealed it to the public!
-Ha, well, essentially so it is, if you look at it from this side.
- Let’s go back to your bottom. Would you like her now... I mean hypothetically, sometimes fucking, mocking her, but being absolutely sure that if something happens, nothing threatens you?
- I already said that I still sometimes her I remember. And what do you suggest? Even if I found her, someone will always see something: how I went to her, when I left. Nowadays, many people even have door peepholes with a camera that record anyone passing by; from inside the entrance, you won’t know which door they’re writing you from until it’s too late.
- What specific notes, however. Were you more attracted to her as a subordinate, or to the feeling of dominance in general?
- You can’t do one without the other. If in her place were some mature woman, even a very beautiful and well-groomed one, I’m not sure whether the same effect would have been achieved or not. You know, since we’ve opened up so much, I sometimes look on the street at arrogant young upstarts in short skirts and just want to give them a hard spanking! Am I abnormal?
- No, you just look like me. Maybe, on the contrary, you need to have such a girlfriend to relieve stress?
- Where can I get her? Then it was a pure coincidence. It’s too late to have schoolgirl girlfriends now. Are you suggesting that I twirl my butt near educational institutions - maybe someone other than the physical education teacher will take the bait? And I’m like, “Girl, let’s go to you or to me, will you be my bottom”? This is unreal...
- What if I, with my connections, found one for you? As a gift.
- An interesting gift. But you know, probably not. If I tried this again more consciously, I would be hooked like on a drug! And here now, as you put it, not “several centuries ago” - having a permanent slave for sex will not work.
_____When I returned home, I noticed that on the hanging calendar there were still two days missing before the date boldly circled in pen, with reaching which it will finally become clear whether I will have a permanent underage slave for sex or not.

Chapter 18: Toy.

_____In the evening I received a message on my phone: “I really enjoyed it today. I have an idea as a thank you. Call me.” - I was very interested! Having quite quickly briefly explained to me over the phone what was happening, she was clearly in a hurry somewhere, we agreed to meet in a famous metropolitan restaurant on the 26th floor at 9 pm. Although the place has a cool view of the city, the glamor was off the charts.
_____I was there only once, almost immediately after the opening. Nowadays, it was mostly populated by consummators stretching out one cocktail for the whole evening, looking out for foreigners... and couples on their first date, where young guys were trying their best to impress, and their passions pretended that they were here for the first time in their lives. I felt sorry for the naive guys. But these are the rules of the game, whether someone likes it or not.
_____I once had an incident with a girl in my distant youth. She called me herself and said that she urgently wanted sex, but she only had a couple of hours. Then I was still living in a residential area in my mother’s apartment; I had to pick her up later at the center for work, so I wasn’t afraid of an unexpected return. A friend lived in the same neighborhood nearby. Coming to me on foot, we had violent sex. In short, what is the moral of the story? At the end he tore her with his dick into her mouth, roughly holding her two braids of hair with his hands. I used it to the fullest! Due to the long face fucking, we were a little behind her planned schedule, so she asked me to take her to the entrance. I kindly suggested that I could wait for her there, and since she was late, then take her where she needed to go, to which she admitted that she had a date and wouldn’t have to go anywhere afterwards. As a youth, dashingly taxiing into the courtyard of her 9-story building right up to the entrance, I saw a young guy in a suit (!!!) with a huge bouquet of one and a half meter roses! Thanking me, but this time without the usual goodbye kiss, she got out of the car and walked towards him. Turning towards the house, I managed to notice how, while handing her flowers, he was awarded a light kiss... on the cheek! The guy almost jumped with happiness, although the kiss that made him so happy was given by the lips, which 15 minutes ago had received my penis, preventing the sperm from flowing out of his mouth!? At this moment, instead of feeling the superiority of an alpha male, I felt as if I had been thrown mud, for some reason projecting myself into the place of this guy. I felt so sorry for him. Since then, I apparently learned what male solidarity is. By the way, I never met that girl again. It was from this point in my youth that I changed a lot in relationships. No, I still communicated normally with girls without any offense, I just... I saw the light! Without blaming anyone, I realized the realities of the world. But as a payback, perhaps, I lost the opportunity to love in that very childishly naive understanding, along with rainbows and unicorns. So, returning to the dates of the naive guys on the 26th floor, I felt sincere condolences. It’s okay, they’ll still gain experience. Sometimes in life the path itself is more important than the goal.
_____In order to become the center of attention at a meeting, I deliberately arrived 15 minutes late, waiting for about half an hour in the car in the underground parking lot of a high-rise building. Entering the hall, I immediately noticed a table at which the two girls I needed were sitting. My beloved was sitting with her back turned, leaving her friend opposite in a subconsciously comfortable state of illusory security. Well done, food needs to be cooked slowly! The pretty girl herself drew attention to me and, without removing her gaze, looked the entire distance from the middle of the hall to their table, looking down only when I approached and touched the shoulder of my beloved, who turned around and happily kissed me briefly on the lips. Since the new girlfriend looked down and not to the side, it means she experienced some kind of grief, and not indifference - this is very important, because it determined the course of the game for the entire upcoming evening. She liked me at first sight.
______My beloved introduced her friend, and she was the first, smiling and blinking shyly several times, to extend her hand to me; I didn’t think anything special, but at the same time, a quick uncontrollable blinking at the beginning gave away, that in the conventional hierarchy she considers herself lower than me, because she was embarrassed, not me. Remembering her long-held gaze while I approached, meaning that she is not afraid to get her way, I came to the conclusion that non-verbal communication is a priority for foreplay with her. Still, I deliberately raised her hand a little majestically, thereby showing the readiness of my respectful attitude.
- You are very charming, young creature.
_____Calling someone charming is the best option. If you simply say that a girl is beautiful or smart, it is as if by naming one thing, you are rejecting the other. But charming is a non-specific generalization of all qualities at once, conveniently leaving room for any flattering speculation.
_____The simplest manipulation worked successfully: she blushed slightly, revealing small dimples on her cheeks from a smile.
- She is my new colleague. She got a job with us this week.
_____My mistress began to explain as if nothing had happened, pretending that she had not previously told me everything on the phone, mentioning both the special attention she received from the new girl and awareness of her bisexuality, having learned that she is now looking for housing, temporarily living in the apartment of her ex.
_____Briefly, for the sake of decency, having first talked about nothing in order to get used to each other’s company, we smoothly moved on to more intimate topics, which I unobtrusively supplemented with a philosophy about the transience of life and the unjustified embarrassment of people in front of those around them who are actually indifferent to everything. As always, at the end we smoothly moved on to the topic of sex. In the end, my beloved openly hinted to her friend that she saw her moving to her place soon, but first she needed to meet more often in a more secluded place. Without taking her eyes off her colleague, she hugged me and said:
- Today we were going to drink more wine at his house not far outside the city and look at the stars. I want you to come with us.
- Early in the morning I will deliver you both home safe and sound.
_____Adding my proposal in the most authoritative low voice possible, I pushed the finished glass of latte aside , as if bringing this stage of communication to its logical conclusion.
_____Looking first at my friend, then at me, she said that she would be happy to join!
_____Having entered my house, inconspicuous from the outside, the new Toy gasped slightly with type of interior. My friend laughed quietly and, without meeting any resistance, kissed her colleague on the lips with her tongue. Then she went straight to the bath, undressing along the way without any embarrassment, leaving behind her a trail of clothes lying at short intervals on the floor. Turning to the guest with a smile, while directing his hand deeper into the huge studio space, he said to make her feel at home.
_____Lowly turned on the audio system to a romantic frequency and adjusted the ambient light in the house to maximum comfort. He took out two bottles of white wine and three glasses from the cabinet, placing everything on a small table next to his beloved sofa opposite the panoramic window. Then a loud call was heard from the bathroom:
- Everyone, come join me in the shower!
_____Straightening up with my whole torso forward, I began to slowly undress, putting my clothes on the back of one of the large soft chairs. The toy looked at me with slight confusion. I pointed with my gaze at the same chair, after which she came up and also began to take off her clothes, placing them next to mine. Continuing to undress, she tried to look into my eyes as much as possible, as if controlling me so that I would not look away from her gradually exposed body. At first I responded by holding my gaze, and then defiantly and boldly began to examine her, lingering on her chest and crotch. Looking into her face again, to which she immediately felt it and looked up from my penis, I walked past her towards my beloved who was taking a shower.
_____Going into the bath, I heard a barely audible: “don’t you dare fuck her today, use only your mouth.” Unnoticed by anyone else, he nodded, and, pressing the beautiful young body of the main entertainer of the evening to his side with one hand, the other took over the shower head. Having started to pour hot water over myself, I closed my eyes and felt one hand stroking my butt, clearly reminding me of the morning, the second hand gliding my shoulder girdle... the third hand was stroking my back, and the fourth grabbed my penis tightly! Opening my eyes and looking down, I was surprised that the fourth hand did not belong to my beloved! Both girls began to kiss passionately, and the more their pace increased, the faster their hand moved along my swelling penis. My beloved finally noticed that her friend was masturbating me with all her might, and with the lustful expression on her face that was familiar to me, she sank to her knees. I turned my whole body towards her. Having stopped playing with my penis, the Toy directed it into the opening mouth of its future Mistress. From the softness of the lips and the tenderness of the tongue, I closed my eyes again and moaned silently. Feeling kisses on his shoulder, he opened his eyes and turned around. The toy looked at me with a slightly open mouth and a slightly protruding tongue, invitingly moving it slightly up and down. I reached out to her, to which she immediately clung to me in a kiss, caressing my tongue with hers. I have never had two partners at the same time before. It was unforgettable!
_____Soon, having finished taking a shower, we went out. My friend, in the authoritative voice of the party hostess, told us to go to the sofa, and she headed somewhere into the corridor. Toy and I stood next to a large window looking towards the deep forest and continued to kiss while she satisfied my penis with both hands, its head buried in her stomach. She slightly spread her legs, lowered my penis, stood on tiptoes, grabbed it with her inner thighs, and holding me with both hands began to move a little back and forth, openly warming up before using it. From the direction of the corridor came an objection clearly directed at Toy:
- This penis belongs to me! You first need to earn my approval.
_____The toy, almost scared, recoiled a little from me. My mistress was again wearing a strap-on, which she apparently left somewhere with me. The instruction continued:
- Sit on the sofa (addressing me), and you (now addressing your friend in a more commanding tone) kneel in front of him and start sucking as if your whole future life depends on it!
_____I caught both the irony against the backdrop of the proposal previously expressed in the restaurant to move in together, and the very authoritative tone, the purpose of which is the upcoming morphosis of a colleague into a lower one. Still, she was seriously hooked by our morning conversation in the car...
- Darling (my beloved again addressed me in a gentle voice), cum in her as much as you want. And you (again turning in a changed voice to the Toy) so that you suck it all out without spilling a single drop.
_____Already plunging my penis into her mouth with all her might, the newly converted bottom only quietly said: “Uh-huh.” The mistress knelt down behind her slave and, without any preliminary lubrication of the strap-on, although I don’t think there was any need for it, began to push it into the vagina. Slowly at first, having gone about a third of the way, she, holding the receiver’s narrow hips with both hands, began to quickly move her pelvis back and forth. What an expression on her face now... I only saw something like this when she fucked me while masturbating - the intoxication of power, mixed with sexual arousal. Still, if it were now “several centuries ago,” then her slave maids would definitely not be in trouble!
_____At the moment when I came for the first time, I looked at my beloved, who had completely assumed the image of the dominant Mistress. Looking at each other, we smiled the widest smiles of our lives, while between us the girl twitched, either from orgasm, or simply, diligently swallowing sperm, without stopping moving her head up and down. Having started beating on the ass, my friend also encouraged the strap-on attachment verbally:
- Good bitch! Keep trying!
_____Having finished in my mouth two more times over about the next hour, I let my beloved take my place on the sofa. While the new Toy was showing Stapon her licking skills, I lit a cigarette by turning on the hood in the kitchen. The beginning of self-immersion was interrupted by lingering moans from the sofa: now my beloved was carefully licked between her legs. After waiting for at least another half hour, I realized that this would not end soon, and as a sign of gratitude to all the female participants, I began to make them burgers in pita bread for tomorrow. I had already managed to fry the thinly sliced ​​beef, cut the salad with the rest of the vegetables, put everything in small molds for carrying... I was completely desperate to wait for the end of this orgy, I decided to open a bottle of wine, when the sound of the cork being removed perfectly coincided with the final groan from another orgasm.
- Girls, both of you, take a shower!
_____After finishing pouring the wine into three glasses, I brought them fresh towels. Game over for today... until next time. Then the three of us sat naked on the sofa, absolutely equal. The guest, no longer timid at all, told funny incidents from her life, from time to time meeting our common laughter!
_____I didn’t have time to notice what and when my friend said to her colleague, but when we went to bed, she was silent lay one perpendicularly at our feet. Fortunately, a huge non-standard size bed allowed this. I fell asleep in a tight embrace and a familiar snore on my cheek.

Chapter 19: The Gift.

_____Somewhere around lunch, I again receive a message from my beloved asking me to call if possible. I called her almost immediately, but, realizing at least the minimal need for privacy against the backdrop of her idea yesterday, I did it through a voice web application.
- Greetings.
- Hello, my love!
_____Clearly knowing my intolerance to banal “how are you?” followed by talking about nothing for a few minutes, she got straight to the point:
- Did you like the girl?
- She has potential. Cute and quite cute. Are you already moving in together?
- Yes, she just took a two-day day off this afternoon to move. I gave her the keys to the house. She is very grateful to us.
- What is she grateful to me for? Wait, is she moving in with me today? Where did you get my keys?
- Yes, ha ha... Funny. Remember I told you not to fuck her? I wanted to wait until she made all the doctor’s certificates, but, as I already mentioned, she just recently broke up with her ex - it turns out it was because of his infidelity. A week ago she did all the tests that came the day before yesterday - all clean! I checked the photo of that certificate myself today.
- It’s clear, but that’s not why you asked me to call?
- Not because of that... I know that you don’t like such questions, but I’ll ask anyway , after all, a lot depends on this... I feel very good with you and as it is, but... Do you have serious plans for me?
- If you hadn’t invited her to move in with you yesterday, I would invited you to move in with me!
- I’m asking seriously...
- Okay, sorry! I really thought about it seriously, but please take my word for it, I really want to be with you, but for now there are reasons why you can’t move in with me and which I can’t tell you about. But everything can be resolved.
_____At that moment I wanted the little girl in the basement to lay back. I even began to imagine how I would cremate her in a tight bag through familiar bandits! And then I’ll order a huge concrete mixer and flood the entire basement, forgetting about it all like a bad dream.
- Okay. Because... I really want the “gift” you were talking about.
_____Despite the crazy emotional swing that just took place, I felt a strong erection. I wanted to give her this gift and at least look at what was happening from the outside.
- I understand. But this is not discussed over the phone. Come today.
- I’ll be there at seven in the evening.
_____Having finished the call, I looked at the calendar again - there was one day left before the expiration of the weekly ultimatum. In theory, it was possible to go down to the basement now, at least to see through the glass in the door whether she was alive or not. And if not, then think about an alternative? My heart began beating faster in my chest. I am not ready to adequately make such a decision right now. Looking at the calendar again, I decided to wait until tomorrow, and today I will discuss with my beloved whether she correctly understands her desire.
_____As her new friend, I also decided today to take a day off from all work calls and went into meditation: I slowly took care of my personal hygiene; cleaned the house; carefully wiped away the traces of yesterday’s use of a young girl with a strap-on on the rug in front of the sofa; disinfected the strap-on, wrapping it neatly in a bag and putting it back in the closet; listened to music; I read the news about what is happening in the world. Time flew by!
_____At 19:05 I receive a short message from my beloved: “Meet me.” I went out, putting a few bills in my pocket just in case, in case I had to pay for travel, and for the umpteenth time in recent days I was surprised! From a departing taxi, in a long black raincoat and a small package in her hands, walking towards me... was yesterday’s Toy! Looking around, I led her into the house. Having closed the door behind us, he turned it towards himself and asked:
- What are you doing here?
_____Putting down the bag and starting to unbutton her cloak, while looking at her feet, she answered:
- I am a gift to you for this night.
_____With these words, she unbuttoned the last button, threw her cloak to the floor, with casual movements of her feet, kicked her shoes aside and appeared before me completely naked. She lifted the bag and took out a huge one and a half liter bottle of champagne. Still not raising her gaze above the floor, she added:
- They told me that you know what to do with her.
_____Well, what a gift? Over the past week, almost as many emotional events have happened as in my entire life!
_____Taking the hefty bottle from her, I took her hand and led her inside the house, sitting her down on the sofa she already knew. He took the wrapper off the champagne, took out two glasses, and then... put them back! Now it’s clear why the story about the medical certificate was told. My gift, you say? Well, okay... Taking money out of my pocket, enough for a taxi back with a very good tip, I threw it on the table near the sofa.
- You can go home right now. You will say that I sent you back. But if you stay, there will be no safe word. The only thing I can promise is that tomorrow you will leave here alive.
- I will stay.
_____Finally, for the first time since arriving, she raised her gaze to me and, standing up to her full height, stretched with kiss, while simultaneously starting to take off my clothes. Having completely undressed me, she repeated what she started yesterday with her hands. And, behold, my penis was already sandwiched between her inner thighs again! She began to move her pelvis back and forth, slightly moaning, but now no one interrupted her. After a couple of minutes, she was all flowing, and my penis slid freely between her clamped legs. Continuing to stand straight, imagining how wet she must be inside now, since it was flowing down her legs, in one movement he lifted her by her hips. She immediately grabbed me by the neck and threw her legs behind my back. I entered her with the least resistance ever. She was not only wet, but also quite stretched out! And yesterday I was almost worried how she could withstand such a long strap-on fucking. As soon as I entered all the way, she squeezed her vagina, becoming almost as narrow as my beloved was in a relaxed state, and it felt like she was no longer relaxing for the next 20 minutes, until I finally lowered her back to the floor.
_____I have always loved tight girls, but in combination with the wettest vagina that I have fucked in my entire life, now I have a new, no less pleasant experience. We can say that the experience was so pleasant that I even thought about starting to stretch my constant girlfriend’s hole with different toys on a daily basis.
_____I turned my back and, so as not to bend my knees or straighten my legs, I lifted her a little to a position where she stood on her outstretched toes at my level, and remained in this position for another 20 minutes, from which in the process she clearly came at least twice.
_____The mind was intoxicated by the thought that she was my gift; her current dependence on my girlfriend in terms of housing - now she will hardly return to her ex, so she will be pliable; her agreement to the absence of a safe word; like yesterday she was fucked from behind with a strap-on with a lustful smile... Realizing that she was ready to cum soon, he lightly pushed her forward, telling her to sit down. Then he told me to turn over with my feet up on the back of the sofa and my head towards me. I went to get the bottle I had brought. Walking back with her, he began to shake it vigorously. He ordered me to spread my legs wide. He knelt down, adjusted her position so that she was lying on her back with her head hanging from the sofa... opened her mouth, ordered her in a stern tone of a gentleman not to move under any circumstances, and at the same time continuing to shake the champagne, right before inserting it into the wide vagina, removed the fist holding the neck of the bottle. The cork instantly shot into the back of the sofa, then bounced off somewhere. Splashes flew in all directions! I immediately shoved the bottle into her vagina, neck down. From there, a rush of shaken champagne immediately came out, which continued to splash in all directions and flowed down her stomach onto the sofa. Everything around was flooded! Within a radius of a couple of meters, everything looked not as if about a liter of champagne had been spilled here, because half a liter was definitely left in it now, but as if there had been an industrial accident at the manufacturing plant! Surprisingly showing almost no reaction, the Toy continued to lie with its head thrown back with its mouth still open. Taking advantage of this accessibility, he began to fuck her upside down, pulling her nipples one by one, while simultaneously tapping his fist on top of the bottom of the bottle, which was now almost halfway in and clearly fixed. At the same time, choking a little on my dick, she suddenly began to rub herself with her hand in the clitoris area. As if in sync with me, she came a second after I came in her throat.
_____Slowly, neck down, taking the bottle out of it and making sure it was empty, I realized that the girl was now filled with champagne almost to the brim! He grabbed her by the hair, ordered her not to close her mouth, and leveled her head horizontally, face up. With his other hand, he stuck four fingers into her vagina and pulled it towards himself until it began to pour out of her from above onto her chest. He pulled a little more with four fingers in my direction, and the champagne from the vagina poured onto her face, mostly falling into her wide-open mouth. When the stream ended a few seconds later, I decided to check if there was still any champagne left inside - I just didn’t want her to fill everything along the way while she went to the bath. Squeezing my palm into a narrow boat, I finally, with a reverse emphasis, went two-thirds up to the elbow, resting against the wall of the uterus. If possible, he scooped out all the remnants from her, each time wiping his wet palm on her hair. I remembered my beloved’s story about the experience with my inferior, for the last time I stuck my hand into her and, spreading my palm inside as far as possible, pulled it out with force - I immediately heard a short cry, which turned into a quiet, long groan. Looking around after the work done, I realized that the sofa had come to an end!
_____Having gone for a towel, I threw it in her face and indicated to go to the shower, holding it between my legs. I put the bottle in the kitchen sink; I’ll have to wash it and leave it somewhere in a visible place as a trophy. Feeling that I myself was all sticky from the splashes of champagne, I also went to take a shower. The girl was washing herself with such a pitiful look that I once again remembered my friend’s emotions about how at such a moment you want to hurt more and more. I began to remember from what I read on the Internet about ways to humiliate inferiors, and, having found a suitable example in the depths of my consciousness, I decided to combine business with pleasure! For the umpteenth time today, he told her to open her mouth (it will be necessary to introduce a rule so that she does not close it at all) and began to write there. At first, you were thinking about ordering her to swallow it at the end or not? She already drank champagne from her own vagina today? So why not then! As soon as I finished, she correctly understood my silent gesture of two fingers up with an inverted hand, and looking me straight in the eyes, she swallowed everything. I gave her a gentle but biting slap in the face and, taking the hose, began to wash myself in the shower, while she sat next to me at my feet, looking at the floor.
_____Coming out of the bathroom, I pointed to the tube of lubricant and told her to give herself an enema... let it be seven times! In the meantime, I went into the kitchen to smoke. Voluntary sheep?! Still, for society to function fully, they are necessary!
_____It was very strange, in contrast, to fuck in her virginally narrow anus. Usually everyone practices the opposite: they stretch the sphincter, leaving the vagina narrow for the penis?! Somewhere over the next hour of anal fucking in the bathroom, changing several positions, I made her scream many times from the pain she was experiencing - after the lack of a significant reaction to inserting the bottle, I really thought that she was not able to scream at all! Just in case, to make sure that there was no sperm left in her, otherwise it might give away the pregnancy trick, I again used the service of her mouth. Having finished, he again told her to open her mouth and began pouring water from the shower. He covered his filled mouth with his finger under his chin and first told him to rinse thoroughly inside, and then swallow everything. He dried himself with a towel and threw it again, aiming at his face. He waited until she dried herself with a towel, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed. When we are alone, sleeping sweetly at my feet would be a privilege. He told her to lie on her side and pull her legs up to her chest as much as possible. In this position, he pulled her from the side with her back to his arm. He lay down on his back, cupped his palm and, at the same time, twisted it from side to side, ordering her to maintain this position until the morning, and stuck his hand into the vagina!
_____In the end, I fell asleep with the pleasant realization that I was lying in a position with one hand behind my head, and the other being stuck all the way into the vagina of a meek girl-gift.

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 20: Bliss.

n_____The next morning, I once again finally used the mouth of yesterday’s gift while I was having breakfast, sitting completely naked with my legs spread - as soon as I pointed my hand under the table, she immediately understood everything correctly. In gratitude for her helpfulness, I then personally took her home to the long-known address of my beloved’s residence.
_____It’s funny that at the same time, we, independently of each other, acquired our own objects for fulfilling sexual desires. Of course, one can say at first glance that this is not exactly the same thing, because one of them is in slavery, and the other is completely free. But what is freedom in our world and what is slavery? The overwhelming majority live their worthless lives, working for a Minority that allows itself everything and knows no limits, while, for some reason, to my surprise, continuing to consider themselves free. But where is the freedom? In the choice of the owner and the form of upcoming slavery?
_____I was very pleased that my girlfriend shared her friend with me for comfort. It’s kind of more trust! Now I should have made a reciprocal gesture of gratitude, and already made her dream come true...
_____Not knowing about the current state of the girl in the basement, she suddenly died a few days ago, and despite the possibility of thereby finding herself in an extremely awkward position, even if only I alone knew about it, I pressed the bell, and then took a shower, smoked a few cigarettes and waited the rest of the time, fully believing in my luck, I began to go down to the basement completely naked.
_____The young slave obediently waited in a standard position in her assigned place. Well, the Lord created the Earth in seven days - this should have been enough to make such a simple choice. I slowly began to walk around her and look closely at her; I had almost forgotten how exciting her young body was. The appearance was slightly spoiled by the bruises on her legs and arms that had not completely disappeared, but overall, even like that she was gorgeous! The main compliment after examining her external data was her fully erect penis. I bent over to her a little and gave her a strong slap in the face. She almost fell to the floor, but then silently returned to her original position, continuing to look between my legs with her mouth open. Stepping close to her, he inserted his penis into her mouth, to which she immediately responded by sucking.
_____Against the backdrop of today’s deep blowjob in the morning under the table, which is not nearly comparable to the loving blowjob from my girlfriend, what was happening now seemed like a pathetic parody. I remember that I noticed earlier that due to its size it is not yet suitable for a full blowjob, but so much so? Only one week had passed, and that frantic feeling of euphoria from owning an underage girl was already disappearing. But soon she still managed to give me a unique sensation: taking her by the hand, I lifted her and threw her towards the bed, ordering her to lie on her back and spread her legs. The head, wet from saliva, contrasting with yesterday’s experience with the stretched hole of the girl who sent me a gift for the night, entered the narrow vagina as tightly as possible! In a good way, after a week-long pause, the girl should have been re-developed before fucking, but... why didn’t she think about it herself? From now on, you will never feel sorry for her in your life, it is only pragmatic, if possible, to preserve her conditionally intact, in order to use her in the future to realize your sexual fantasies.
_____A teenage girl crying under you from having her hole torn apart by a dick... This is very cool! She definitely occupies her niche for sensations, not to mention the forcedly higher threshold of pain received from the accompanying abuse.
_____I exercised on her for more than an hour, without stopping, cumming inside a couple of times - which was also her next exceptional advantage. While she was licking my removed penis from the sperm, I began to bring her up to date:
- Very soon you will meet your new Mistress. Always add this word at the end when addressing. You will do everything she says, otherwise I will repeat what I did to you a week ago. But remember: I am still your Master! Do you understand?
- I understand, my Master! I will do anything for the Mistress!
_____Having already forgotten how much this sweet, humble voice turns me on, I again threw her on her back and, holding her tightly by the hair with one hand, and lightly strangling her neck with the other, began to roughly fuck her in fast mode . Having finished inside again, followed by licking the penis, I, satisfied with the presence of such a slave, went upstairs.
_____After taking a shower, I wrote to my beloved a short, but extremely important message in content, the meaning of which was clear only to the two of us: “Everything is ready,” on that I almost instantly received the answer: “I’ll be alone after 20:00.” I went down to the basement and, pointing at the wall clock, ordered the girl to wait for me in a ready position for as long as necessary after 20:30!
_____Having received notifications of arrival, having met my beloved in front of our house, we immediately locked in a long, passionate kiss. She is definitely my woman - my soul rejoices when we are around! Against the backdrop of the seriousness of the upcoming conversation, in order to distract myself a little, I got carried away with washing the sofa with a washing vacuum cleaner. As a result, I completely forgot to prepare dinner, but she smiled broadly and pointed to a small plastic mold in her hand, which she had brought with her, and added: “food from a restaurant for two.” Having finished dinner, having previously reheated the food, she, continuing to smile, squinted with one eye and pointed towards a huge empty champagne bottle standing in the kitchen and said:
- I already know. And with all the details!
- I didn’t disappoint you?
- No way! Everything went exactly as I had imagined. Did you like it?
- I definitely enjoyed it, mentally thanking you many times during the process. Didn’t I torture her too much?
- After listening to all the details, including the sleeping position, I still didn’t ask her opinion.
- But still, there are limits... You’re here precisely because- for this?
- Yes, I wouldn’t want to send her on eternal leave because of the constant beatings she receives. We have to limit the extent of its use.
- You yourself already mentioned the consequences, that there will be no way back. I hope you’ve thought it through well? If you refuse later, you will be setting me up badly.
_____She looked at me very intently with a slight hint of resentment and disappointment.
- This is the last thing I would ever do. Yes, I understand the consequences! But if you’re against it, I’m ready to give it up and never return to the topic again.
- I don’t mind. I am aware of my direct participation in your decision. Say “Yes” looking into my eyes, and we will turn this page together.
_____Either for the sake of decency, or really weighing everything again, after a couple of seconds she confidently said:
- Yes!
- Okay... Then I’ll show you the reason why you couldn’t move in with me earlier.
_____I stood up and, beckoning her to follow me, headed into the corridor. He pointed to a hidden button and told her to press it. Since nothing happened at all after pressing around, she looked at me in confusion, raising her shoulders a little in a questioning gesture. After waiting a short pause, probably savoring what was to come, I began to pull the hidden handle of the hatch in the floor, which my beloved greeted with obvious surprise, because she had passed through this place many times without noticing anything like this. I went down first and gave her my hand. Having closed the hatch behind us, we plunged into complete darkness, where only a dimly lit small electronic panel with numbers was visible. Feeling my hand in the darkness, she squeezed my palm tightly, clearly a little nervous. Entering the code with his free hand, he opened the door and led her into the next room, where there was already enough lighting to recognize the outlines of a small corridor. The light came from a small narrow window in the next door. Having closed the passage behind us, I explained that two doors cannot be programmatically open at the same time. Pointing to the coded dial on the door we had just passed, I explained that the eight digits were my date of birth. Then he walked to the next door, deliberately blocking the view through the observation window. I pressed the hidden settings menu button under the electronic dial, put my finger on it, entered a six-digit code, explaining that it was the same date, only in the year only the last two digits were used instead of four. I chose “add a new user” in the simplified menu, told her to attach any finger, then repeated my six-digit code, to which the green diode blinked as confirmation of the changes made. After it finally went out, I suggested that she open the door herself. She placed her finger, then entered the code and a clearly audible click went off.
_____I opened the door with a gentle push from myself. It was very similar to the hall from above: exactly the same kitchen with a table and chairs; the same large bathtub in the corner, the bed was a little smaller; several sections with wardrobes, a sofa and large armchairs were missing; and there were no windows at all. In the very center of the room, a naked girl was sitting on her knees spread to the side with her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out forward, while holding both hands behind her head. I turned around to see my beloved’s emotions: my friend was smiling and looking at the girl with animal curiosity! I won’t lie, I was hoping to see exactly this expression on her face!
- She has no name. I used the girl hard many times. She is not the very first freshness, so to speak, but she will still remain absolutely submissive, no matter what you do to her! You can calmly make any fantasy come true and nothing will happen for it: hit her, pull her by the hair, whip her, tear her apart with a huge dildo, order her to lick you all night long... or you can do everything at once! There are many toys in the closet, using which you will give her maximum pain.
_____Satisfied with the effect produced, I added:
- Just don’t eat it all at once, leave a little for later.
_____After standing After some time, with an ever-expanding smile, my chosen one, screaming loudly with joy, rushed to me with a deep kiss. We stood there hugging each other for a few more minutes. Almost pulling her away from me, I noticed that she was openly excited and still smiling from ear to ear!
- I’ll leave you alone. Do not rush. You have all the time in the world. I’ll be upstairs.
_____Closing the door behind me, I turned around and looked through the one-way glass. My friend approached the slave, imperiously took her by the chin, squeezing her virgin cheeks with her long fingers, and through the soundproofing of the door a barely audible dialogue was heard:
- How old are you, baby?
- Fourteen, Mistress !
_____I remembered that I asked exactly this question in the same way at first. Respecting privacy, I went upstairs, leaving the heavy hatch cover open. I opened a bottle of wine, smoked a cigarette, and turned on one of the new films that I hadn’t watched yet.
_____Two hours later, having finished watching, I went downstairs to the window in the door to check if everything was okay with my insatiable friend with other girls. The scene I saw quite aroused me: the girl was lying on the bed, stomach up, with her legs spread wide apart, between which two huge dildos stuck into both holes were sticking out. All over my body I could see the already familiar fresh stripes from recent lashes. And the new Mistress, throwing her head back in anticipation of clearly another impending orgasm, spreading her legs to the sides, intensely fidgeted with her crotch while sitting on the face of a young slave. Smiling, I returned and turned on another movie. Without watching it to the end, I passed out to sleep. At that moment, I was undoubtedly one of the happiest people in the World!
_____I woke up from the sounds of approaching. Biting her lip, a satisfied, beautiful dream girl walked towards me, who briefly kissed me on the lips and began to give me the best blowjob of my life. I came in just a few minutes. She smelled like sex like never before. She now seemed like a mindless female whose only goal was to continue sucking me by swallowing the sperm. After about 10 minutes, with a simultaneous massage of my legs with her protruding breasts and both her hands, I came violently again! Without releasing the penis from her mouth, she leaned her cheek against my body.
_____This time I blissfully woke up in the morning with my penis in the embrace of soft lips, having slept like that all night...

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 21: The Maid.

_____I was awakened by the slight movements of my beloved’s body. I looked down and met her gaze; she looked at me without taking my dick out of her mouth. Seeing my smile, she began to lightly move her tongue, causing me to exhale loudly and throw my head back on the pillow. After just a few minutes, I came in my mouth without any of her head movements, but only from one skill in using her tongue. Having swallowed everything, she laughed sweetly. After taking a shower together, I began to prepare breakfast, to which she poured herself some wine from the bottle I had not finished drinking in the evening, and with a wink said that she had already had breakfast. After spending some time naked in my arms, I told her that from now on my home is her home, to which she once again broke into a wide smile and kissed me tenderly and added:
- This should be noted! Come see me this evening after nine. My girlfriend will serve us.
_____Knowing how much she values ​​morning sex, I invited her to go down to the basement and enjoy a young slave. She again sexily bit her lower lip with regret in her eyes and said that she was already very late for work.
- But I really liked it! It was the most liberated sex of my life. No offense, my love.
- Of course. Why do you think she is in my basement...
- Next time I want to be there together. By the way, you cleverly hid the presence of such a place.
_____Having accepted the compliment, I smiled in response, spreading my arms slightly to the sides, palms up. Having taken my beloved to the taxi that had arrived, I decided to check the condition of the young slave and headed downstairs without calling first.
_____The girl was still sleeping lying on her back, covered with a blanket to her waist; apparently she was completely exhausted during the night. I sat down on the edge of the bed and shook her shoulder a little. She immediately woke up, greatly frightened by the unexpected meeting. Instinctively, she pulled the blanket up to her neck, but then, apparently realizing the absurdity of this action in her new reality, she lowered the blanket back, exposing her small breasts with a couple of fresh stripes from a spanking. “Uninhibited sex,” I remembered... Yes, it’s no better or worse, it’s just different - you do what you want, focusing only on your own sensations. And now my penis was just yearning for complete immersion!
_____Slowly, savoring the permissiveness to the fullest, I pulled the blanket down until a view of thin legs with a smooth crotch opened up. Putting her hand on my penis, I simultaneously entered her with my middle fingers from both sides, simulating double penetration: into the vagina and into the mouth. After I began to slowly move them back and forth, she herself squeezed my penis into a fist and began to masturbate at exactly the same speed with which her fingers penetrated her. I moaned with pleasure! Literally a minute later I even doubted which of my fingers was wetter at that moment. Having finished playing with her body, I took off my clothes and lay down next to her. He turned her on her side with her back to him, lifted her upper girl’s leg and went all the way the first time. She, as before, was very narrow, despite the two large dildos seen in her at night while satisfying the Mistress. At first the idea came to ask her how exactly everything went, but then I thought that it doesn’t really matter to me - I’m here now to enjoy a young body. Ruthlessly using her crotch, I gently played with her tongue in a long kiss. I consciously quickly came without the usual marathon, because I still had to pay attention to my beloved in the evening, and then, after being forbidden to take a shower, I watched lying in bed as she prepared breakfast for me, while drops of sperm flowed down her legs.
_____Being on halfway to the capital, I received a message: “we are waiting for you,” but still decided not to deviate from the original idea of ​​stopping at a liquor store. It was awkward to evade the good-natured consultant’s questions about what kind of wine I wanted to find, since I was more looking for the appropriate form rather than the content. I settled on light Spanish in an unusually narrow, but long and straight bottle.
_____Perhaps all modern residential projects suffer from one problem: while there are individual parking lots for their residents, guests, in fact, have nowhere to leave their car at all, especially late In the evening. I parked at a gas station nearby, and, in order to avoid subsequent evacuation, I did not forget to share the bill with the seller, stipulating a parking time until at least tomorrow morning.
_____It’s strange that people, for the most part, completely ignore the possibilities of personal contact. You shouldn’t depersonalize any profession: a salesperson is also a person, with exactly the same motivation as anyone else. By negotiating with people directly, I earn my living. Rules and laws are just catch barriers that give a general direction to the movement of civilization, nothing more. There are always ways to achieve the desired result.
_____After the doorbell rang, I was greeted by my beloved in a very short blue dress. The only reason preventing me from seeing her panties now was the combination of my height and the proximity of her body. After the kiss, I couldn’t help but remark:
- In such a short dress, and with such a figure, you can charm anyone. Have you decided to seduce me?
_____The only answer was a smile on your sly face. We proceeded to a large room, where we were greeted by a new roommate, dressed in a maid’s uniform with her crotch completely exposed. Handing her the bottle, I indicated that the wine should be saved for later. A few minutes later she brought us dinner, her bare bottom sticking out completely while serving, and retreated back to the kitchen, leaving me alone with my beloved. While talking on the couch, we agreed that she would stay with me for the weekend and live in the center for the rest of the week, since it was no more than 20 minutes from her place of work during rush hour. Having finished dinner, before going to the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse my mouth again, I turned into the kitchen and told the maid acting as a maid to first fetch herself some lubricant, and then, pointing to a thin bottle of wine, insert it upside down into herself and bring it with two glasses and a corkscrew into a large room. Even after what had previously been done to her at my house, she was clearly embarrassed by such a command. I sarcastically encouraged her, telling her not to rush... and looking into her eyes, I ran my palm between my legs.
_____Returning to the room, sitting on the sofa, I pulled my beloved towards me, sitting on top. With a slight movement of his hands, he lifted the dress almost to the shoulders, under which, of course, there was nothing. Then she took it off herself. Stroking the hips, I gently began to kiss the stomach, smoothly moving up to the chest and nipples. Moaning a little, she grabbed my head and pressed her breasts to my face. Having completely surrendered to the passionate foreplay, I suddenly heard the clink of glasses clinking against each other; in front of us, with her legs slightly spread, stood the maid, holding out two glasses in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. Seeing the neck of a bottle of wine sticking out between her friend’s legs, my beloved even covered her mouth with her palm, which had opened in surprise. I laughed a little to myself at the situation, because it’s etiquette to cover your mouth when you’re completely naked?! Taking the corkscrew and glasses, immediately handing them over to my partner, he motioned for the servants to turn their backs towards me and bend forward. Standing up, holding her behind her back, with one hand he took the bottle out of it, removed the wrapper, and, taking the corkscrew from the outstretched hand, opened the wine, then filled it and poured it into glasses, which were kindly held in the air by the clearly joyful owner of the apartment. He plugged the remaining empty bottle with a cork and, with a few turns, inserted the bottom back into the vagina intended exclusively for this purpose today. Throwing a short “you are free” to the keeper of the bottle, I took one glass from the hands of my naked beloved and made a toast that was understandable to both of us: “To the wolves!” Hearing the toast repeated in response, we clinked our glasses, crossed our hands and drank to the bottom. Although they don’t drink wine like that, and sip it slowly, we urgently needed to get rid of the glasses to continue making love. After all, what is tradition to wolves? About half an hour later we moved to the bedroom, where in a variety of positions, at different paces, we enjoyed each other until late at night.
_____Before taking them both to their place of work in the morning, I kindly agreed to use the mouth of yesterday’s maid, while my companion was busy ironing her business suit, while simultaneously discussing upcoming work matters on the phone with someone.

[Katcha1287]

The author is interesting and exciting. I would like to read further)) Let me make a couple of comments.
When the protagonist’s mistress comes to him with Toy (girl), the protagonist “took a couple of bottles of white wine from the cabinet.” White wine is drunk only chilled. (8-12 degrees) Warm it is disgusting, sour, bitter. The main character is a sophisticated person, he should know this. By the way, red wine is also drunk chilled. (16-18 degrees). He needs either a refrigerator or a wine cabinet. Same problem with the last chapter. The bottle of wine is warm by default (he only bought it at the store) and also from the maid’s vagina (she didn’t put it in ice).
Second point. The motives of the protagonist’s mistress are not entirely clear. He doesn’t look after her in any way, he doesn’t give gifts. Only taxi pays. She tries to please, she stuck the bottle inside herself, she doesn’t let her dick out of her mouth, she bought a strap-on and sent her friend with a 1.5 liter bottle of champagne. For a minute, a magnum of champagne costs 20-30. thousand. He brings food from the restaurant. She invests much more financially than he does. Maybe this is the idea, but you can make the main character more generous.
It’s strange that the main character is only having breakfast. Dinner if the mistress feeds. He doesn’t have lunch. It’s not clear where he gets his strength from.
For a debut - gorgeous! I’m looking forward to new chapters!

[-AlexNova-]

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Chapter 22: Deal.

_____Having returned home, I wanted, out of habit, to take advantage of the young slave in the basement, but realizing that she was not going anywhere and I had nowhere to rush in this regard, I decided not to waste energy because of the upcoming informal meeting with one of the of my longtime clients, I needed all the mental clarity I could get. If the deal was successful, I would have secured myself for at least several years in advance, because the main customer of the main project was the state. Although we did not shake hands, I was not particularly worried, since we had already agreed on almost everything earlier and were satisfied. In principle, he would not have invited me to his villa for the first time if he was going to break the deal, right?
_____To communicate with very rich people, you must at least have an approximate understanding of how they think: a little spoiled and very spontaneous in their momentary desires. And if at this very moment, for some reason, you cannot repeat their action, then you fly out of the cage forever. They offer you a swim, but you say that you don’t know how to swim? Goodbye! Do they offer to meet the next day, for example, in Croatia and ride for several days on a yacht already waiting at the pier? No one cares how you get there, whether these days are busy or not - you just ask where exactly and what time the meeting is, and in response you receive an approving smile! That’s it, wait for stories about life on the yacht, followed by initiation into big business affairs, since now you can be trusted - you are now your trusted person!
_____Putting spare things in the trunk of the car, I tried to guess everything: swimming trunks; flippers; rough boots for all occasions; three different jackets; business suit; two white shirts; socks, panties; shorts with a T-shirt for a potential game of tennis; a few regular weekend shirts and pants, in case I’m wearing something and need clean clothes; cap (I hate caps, but if he decides to take a walk while wearing a cap, then you can’t stand out - you have to be similar); laptop... and most importantly, I counted out a substantial amount of cash in dollars from the safe (just in case).
_____I thought for a long time about whether to buy a gift and decided that it was not worth doing this yet. At the beginning, you need to show your independence a little. If you bow down to your feet, you will never rise higher than your feet.

_____Having arrived at the house, A guard met me at the gate. He gestured to wait while, looking at the numbers in front of the car, he said something on the radio. A few seconds later he was clearly answered, the gate began to open, and he stepped aside, thereby allowing my car inside. I won’t say at all that it was a palace, but the house was damn good. I liked that the gray-bluish tones were maintained throughout, no golden lions at the entrance or any such nouveau riche nonsense. I probably would have built something very similar for myself if my fortune had been three or four more zeros before the decimal point. Now I am forced to hide from prying eyes due to the semi-legality of my business, but it would make sense to legalize a lot of money.
_____Already another guard pointed to a vacant spot with his hand, hinting at a parking space. I got out of the car when the same security guard, holding out a small open box, kindly asked me to temporarily hand over my phone. After this, I was immediately greeted by the owner of the house. He was five years older than me, but he looked very good and had not lost his shape at all. We shook hands, smiling, and it was a perfectly balanced handshake on both sides. The upcoming pastime promised to be productive!
- I am very glad that you came! Did you get there without any problems?
- Thank you. I’m glad to be invited.
_____I wasn’t going to tell you how tired I was of getting there, cursing the road builders several times along the way, wondering if something had fallen off my car after falling into another hole, I wasn’t going to. No one is interested in how you are doing - it’s just a form of politeness.
_____Looking at my car, either showing curiosity, or in order to start a conversation, he asked:
- Do you like sports cars?
- In the end, we all end up on something solid and inconspicuous, but while there is an opportunity, I try not to forget about emotions.
- That’s right. But I assure you with all my experience: you can have one and the other at the same time.
- I am striving for this, but I don’t have the opportunity yet.
- There will definitely be an opportunity! Consider that I have the gift of foresight.
- Looking at your beautiful house, I don’t doubt your abilities at all!
_____Laughing a little at the compliment he received, the owner of the house suggested changing to “you” and following him to have lunch in the dining room. I agreed, noting that I also wouldn’t mind having a little snack. The food was brought to us by two young girls-servants, who smiled extremely sweetly at the same time.
_____We almost immediately delved into a conversation about upcoming affairs. He learned about my potential for unplanned increases in production volume and about delivery guarantees. I made several phone calls right there to confirm my ability to respond. I pointed out the available alternatives, because I never put all my eggs in one basket... In the end, we shook hands again, but this time to seal the deal. Then, loudly clapping his hands, my companion said that this should be noted, and for some reason asked an unexpected question:
- Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?
_____At first I thought that the question of a wife could easily be verified by the presence of a ring on the hand, but then I remembered that even I have two friends who, being married, do not wear rings.
- Young woman. But she lives with her girlfriend... in all understandings.
- Wow! And yet he sleeps with you!? Do you have someone else?
- The three of us had meetings, with that same friend.
- So open relationship on both sides? This is good! Let’s follow me.
_____We went deeper into the house, walked through a huge living room, past a separate shower and a small bathhouse opposite, and found ourselves in an interior room with a pool, the size of my entire house, where the same two supposedly swam in swimsuits servants. I immediately had an understanding of their multi-tasking in this house.
- Come in, take off your clothes.
- I have swimming trunks with me...
- You won’t need them here swimming trunks.
_____Noticing my hesitation, he immediately clarified:
- They are all clean, I give my word. And you don’t have to do it here. Each of them will lead you to the guest room. Since we have switched to “you”, then be my full-fledged guest!
_____We began to undress at the same time, putting our clothes on the sun loungers. The girls were approximately between the ages of 18 and 20. Both are exquisite beauties, but at the same time complete opposites of each other: the brown-haired woman had an extremely fragile build, with breasts of about a third size, sharp facial features - in general, she was somewhat similar to my friend, and the blonde had four plus breasts, more wide hips, all the curves of her body had a pronounced ovality, but at the same time she had a wasp waist, almost narrower than that of a brown-haired woman!
- Choose any one! I like both of them.
_____With these words, the owner of the house, definitely having daily diving experience, jumped into the water almost silently, and swam past two girls under water, accelerating to the other end of the pool, apparently to warm up his muscles. I took the plunge, first squatting down, holding onto the edge with one hand. Finding myself in the water up to my shoulders, I began to closely examine both girls nearby, who, judging by the expression on their faces, passionately wanted to make me happy! For a change, I decided to choose a blonde, nodding to indicate that she would swim towards me. She smiled and, having done this in a few movements, pressed her large breasts against me. It was so close that my erect penis was already rubbing against her swimsuit slips. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she began to slowly lick my lips from bottom to top, slightly wriggling her whole body at the same time.
_____My generous companion, emerging right behind the brown-haired girl who was left alone, grabbed her chest with his hands and kissed her neck, which she instantly framed her, throwing her head to the side to do this - the girls were clearly first-class trained! Having dragged his prey to the steps, he said:
- I’m going to the bathhouse. See you at dinner at half past seven.
_____After watching them leave the pool, the blonde and I began to kiss passionately. I took off her swimsuit, unraveling the strings at the top and bottom, then throwing both halves over the edge. She pulled away from me to look me in the eyes. Then, taking a slow breath, she smoothly sank under the water, removing her gaze from me only by closing her eyes at the very last moment. I had never experienced an underwater blow job before. Enjoying this process for the first time, I did not immediately begin to count how long it lasted. About two minutes exactly! If it weren’t for the ongoing precise movements of my mouth, I would have already thought about saving her. I definitely realized that I would now practice this with my slave in a filled bathroom. Around this moment, the blonde finally surfaced and, taking my penis underwater with one hand, palm up, slowly led me to the exit of the pool. She smoothly laid her down on the sun lounger. She stood at my feet, crossed one leg to the other side, remaining in front of me. Then she leaned forward, plunging my penis into her mouth again, holding the chaise longue on either side of my hips with her hands. Due to her long legs disproportionate to the rest of her body, her ass turned out to be so protruding upward that two halves separating the crotch were clearly visible. After a few minutes of not only a first-class blowjob, but also a stunning view of her body in this position, she stood up, straightened up to her full height, again emphasizing the doll-like figure of her figure, and declared:
- You can calmly cum in me if want to.
_____I beckoned her with my hand. Taking a step forward with each foot, she squatted down, putting the penis all the way down. Surprisingly, it was as narrow as my favorite one. Still fully impaled, she leaned forward and placed her large natural breasts on top of me, holding them on either side with her hands to maintain their shape. She rose and fell using the sheer strength of her legs, moving her nipples along my chest from side to side. After about 20 minutes, I came copiously into her.
_____Having left the room with the pool, we went into the shower, where she carefully washed me all over, first using her mouth to remove the remnants of sexual pleasures on the penis. Then, briefly returning to the pool, she led me with her to the guest room, carefully carrying in her arms the clothes I had left behind.
_____The guest room looked like a nice hotel room at some resort: it had its own micro kitchen, minibar, bathroom, and a large balcony. A huge bed standing in the center had four thick carved wooden beams in its corners that went into the ceiling. Both side planes of the bed, almost to the floor, were hidden by translucent white tulle hanging from the ceiling. For some reason, the plane on the side of the legs was covered with small beams instead of tulle, forming something like a horizontal lattice from floor to ceiling.
_____My blonde loudly indicated that she was brushing her teeth. Then, leaving the bathroom, she stopped in the door arch, spread her arms up and said that she was ready to satisfy my desires. In the remaining few hours, I used her form to the fullest in the luxurious bed: I fucked her in the chest - it was not just squeezing my penis between the breasts, like my friend’s, but full-fledged fucking; I fucked her from above, lying on her soft breasts with my whole body; she was on top of me while I was squeezing her breasts with my hands; fucked her upside down; I lightly chewed her nipples, her tongue, and her fingers. I incredibly wanted her to be my slave without any restrictions! I really wanted to hurt her in every possible way: tear her into pieces, hook her breasts, use a tearing bag, burn her with an iron! But I couldn’t do any of this...
_____Having finished a couple of times, I lay for the rest of the time before dinner, sometimes turning first on my back, then on my stomach, while a skilled blonde gave a first-class massage of my entire body with her hands.
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Chapter 23: Dedication.

_____The table was fully set! The amount of food allowed me to feed at least 10 people. I was still a hungry wolf, so I perceived demonstrative excesses with a certain subconscious conflict. The owner of the house came out from around the corner with a small wooden box in his hands, and motioning for me to sit opposite, he took his place at the table.
_____People are divided into two types: those who love to talk during meals, and those who observe the semi-sacred rite of silence. In order not to break any of the rules existing in this place, I correctly chose the strategy of not starting the inevitably upcoming dialogue first. The owner broke the silence only once, taking a tray with something like an omelette with black caviar on top, then handing the dish to me, he explained that this was a lobster frittata, his favorite. Seeing slight embarrassment while I accepted the dish handed to me, he smiled and explained:
- This is an omelette with lobster and stellate sturgeon caviar. Don’t feel awkward, just a few years ago I had no idea about this myself.
_____After finishing dinner, we went out onto a covered veranda with several chairs and a table. The warm summer late evening was perfect for being outside. In order not to show my passivity, now I considered it appropriate to start the conversation first:
- Thank you for the treats.
_____By placing emphasis on the last word, slowing down its pronunciation, I seemed to emphasize the ambiguity, hinting at the blonde, and added:
- It was quite unexpected!
- I also had a stage of fascination with cars and other material toys, but then I realized that I am, first of all, a man, and carnal pleasures are , although basic, but the most important pleasure.
- I completely agree here.
_____Feeling that the dialogue was going in a frank direction, he added:
- But is that really the case? Doesn’t it get boring after all? The main reason I still haven’t gotten married is that I simply can’t be with the same partner for more than a few years. And then, now it is inevitable to dilute sex with physical and moral BDSM elements.
- Have you progressed far in this?
- Perhaps, extremely far... Although everything is relative.
_____Here I am looked intently at the person sitting next to him, as if passing the baton to the ever-increasing frankness of the conversation. After waiting for a few seconds to hold my gaze, he said:
- Everyone comes to this sooner or later in their desires, but not everyone has the opportunity. Did you like the girl in the pool?
_____I nodded, but continued to remain silent, thereby forcing the interlocutor to express his thoughts further.
- Would you like to move with her to a higher level of pleasure?
_____No Looking away, I repeated the nod more smoothly. The owner of the house reached to the table behind the box he had brought earlier and took out a lighter and a couple of cigars. He lit a cigarette for me first, and then for himself - such a gesture usually means that the interlocutor needs something from you. As it turned out later, I was close to the truth. The owner of the house continued, bringing the conversation to a climax:
- People usually don’t talk about this with the first person they meet, but since we are becoming mutually beneficial partners with prospects for the future, then I can share with you what I enjoy in my free time.
- I listen very carefully.
- As I understand it, you want more from life than is available to an ordinary person? Don’t rely blindly on the law...
- The law is just a convention for containing society within certain limits.
- Absolutely true! But can the whole society afford such a house, your car? For special people there are special rules.
- Otherwise, there would be no point in being special!?
_____Satisfied with my conclusion, after waiting a short pause, simultaneously shaking off the ash, my interlocutor summed up:
- I am familiar with a certain organization , which unofficially provides services of a very specific intimate nature. We just call it “The Club”. Are you interested in the continuation?
_____Only having a rough idea of ​​what would be discussed now, I was extremely interested in the previously hidden expanses of the existing world that were opening up to me. But as a trader by nature, I chose not to openly show my desire, and answered dryly:
- I’m listening.
- The club allows its clients to receive emotions that are inaccessible to an ordinary law-abiding citizen. Of course, the consequence of this is the non-publicity and personal responsibility of each client.
_____Again shaking off the ash from the cigar, he, apparently adhering to the same philosophy of the merchant, began to wait for my reaction.
- What is needed to join such a Club?
- Everything and nothing! Of course, this costs a lot of money. I won’t hide it, I will get a percentage from this. But the services offered are difficult to evaluate with any material amount.
_____Then the owner of the house looked somewhere behind me and ordered me to bring a calculator. I looked around and managed to notice a middle-aged woman leaving for the house, who, judging by her clothes, was clearly not a representative of intimate services, but rather a personal secretary exclusively. So much for the wolf - I didn’t even hear that someone was standing behind me for an indefinite time! The silent wait lasted no more than half a minute. The keys being pressed began to tap on the calculator obsequiously placed on the table. Then, the woman, expressing no emotion at all, handed me a calculator. Despite all my efforts not to show emotions, in this situation, the amount I saw raised an eyebrow. Having returned the calculator to the silently departing woman, I, swallowing an involuntary lump in my throat, said:
- I’m not at all against your personal interest, but this is a small fortune!?
- Regarding prices are nothing more than what you will presumably earn on just one of our previously agreed upon transactions. If everything goes smoothly, we will continue cooperation.
- Let’s assume... But what exactly is included in the proposal? Although I love thrills, but buying a pig in a poke?
- I am aware of the understatement on my part, but it is better not to say such things out loud directly while on the street. Let me show you, and then you can decide for yourself.
_____Rising from his chair and almost entering the house, he turned around and quietly asked:
- I hope you understand the confidentiality of our conversation and everything that is happening here?
- You can rely on me for this. This is my sleepy principle.
_____I followed him. For some reason, we walked back to the very guest room in which I had fun with a busty blonde. Before entering, he told me to put on one of two face-covering carnival masks lying on the cabinet. I hadn’t noticed them there before. What kind of absurdity is this? But I silently followed suit and also put on a mask. Entering the room, we were greeted by the same business-looking female secretary, who was currently finishing putting out various items from her bag, including knives, dirks and other cutting devices, of a very ordinary shape... and my blonde, who was now gagged was tightly tied naked to the outside of the bed, where the same horizontal bars of previously unknown purpose were located.
_____Because of the mask, it was impossible to outwardly read my facial expression, but, apparently, the behavior that did not show any indignation for the next 10-15 seconds allowed me to continue the previously spoken sentence:
- The opportunity to finally complete my fantasy , no longer holding back! Are you interested?
_____This must have been how my girlfriend felt when I brought her into the basement and showed her a naked child slave sitting on the floor.
_____I turned towards the masked man speaking and answered briefly:
- Yes.

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Chapter 24: Execution.

Author’s note: The resulting chapter made me want remove the previous two parts and divert the plot. But everything went towards this according to the scenario about increasing the intensity of passions. So I’ll leave the opportunity to read it in full to those who write to me privately. (Warning! There is terrible trash in this chapter! For the faint of heart, don’t ask for the full version! I’m serious: you can’t unsee what you saw!)

P.S. The next 25th chapter will be posted for public viewing in full, just like the previous chapters were previously.
Thank you for your understanding.


_____Tied up by arms spread wide and the blonde looked, to put it mildly, more than excited by the rapidly developing events. Despite the presence of three other people in the room, two of whom, including me, were strongly built men, she was clearly trying to get out, apparently still not understanding the complete hopelessness of her situation.
- The indicated amount will include an annual subscription to four quarterly meetings, which will never be the same location for you. The next place will be something very private - it can be anything and anywhere within the capital and its environs: an abandoned factory, a cruise yacht, a private villa, a remote house in the forest... Each time there will be a complete cordon with guards for security. The victim selected in the catalog provided some time before the start of the event will, if possible, be prepared taking into account all wishes, as well as all accompanying attributes. The only condition, besides prepayment, of course, is the inevitability of execution of the victim by the client within 24 hours from the start. This is the Club’s rule to be on the safe side.
- But this is a personal home? Why did they walk freely at the beginning and not try to escape?
- You have already mentioned the moral side of your BDSM hobbies. Both girls thought that they would provide escort services to an anonymous elite client for a lot of money, so, by special request in advance, they did not even take their phones with them. They were brought by the Club’s car. And he’ll pick up what’s left, tomorrow afternoon, too, from the Club’s car. Some people like to immediately meet girls tied up or locked in a room, but I am turned on by the thought that they come to me voluntarily, without knowing anything - “any whim for your money!”.
- U I don’t have the entire amount to pay at once.
- I will subtract the amount in parts from the payments for your services. Even though I ordered these two for myself anyway, I will then exchange your first choice for mine already made today. We’ll discuss the details later.
- That’s fair.
- Since this is my house, there will be a few extra rules this time: don’t open the door to the balcony; do not remove the curtains from the windows; and besides the bed itself, try not to get everything here too dirty.
- Can I have a personal question on the topic?
- If on the topic, then you can!
- As I understand it, she was tied up while we were having dinner. If the conversation had not gone into this topic at all, then what would have happened to her?
- I would slash her here with something sharp, and then go to the second one, where I would rape her first, and only then come up with something else. I wasn’t going to rape this one after you, for obvious reasons related to personal hygiene.
- Can I untie her?
- Yes, but remember: you only have until tomorrow morning.
- Are there CCTV cameras in the room?
- Of course there is. That’s why I let you wear a mask! But such compromising evidence, if made public, would ruin not only you, but also me. If everything goes smoothly by morning, then the video will be completely deleted from the memory archive. I don’t miss the memories at the cost of risk.
_____For the third time today I extended my hand to him for a handshake, to which he then cheerfully replied:
- Glad to cooperate! Okay, I’ll leave you here, I have something to do. Don’t look for me in the morning. I’ll call you later.
_____After the owner of the exquisite predilection for luring butterflies to his web left, his strict, mentally nicknamed female secretary turned to me:
- Do you need anything else?
- Can I go outside first to smoke?
- Of course, just don’t leave the house before you’re here... uh, finished. Anything else?
- Do you have an iron?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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Chapter 25. Revaluation.

_____Returning home at dawn, I went into the shower and began to thoroughly wash myself. All sorts of different things popped into my head. I won’t lie - I was very worried. But not at all because of what had been done earlier, but because I didn’t care at all. Such a paradox! I crossed the line that I had been wary of for more than 10 previous years. Am I a maniac now? My subconscious immediately mocked me sarcastically, clearly playing in my thoughts a childhood melody from the intro of some then popular crime program on TV. Memories came flooding back: while some of my peers were still watching “Good Night, Kids,” I was unblinkingly absorbing stories about bloody showdowns that kept the country flying into the abyss of uncertainty in round-the-clock fear.
_____When the wolf eats the sheep, there is always a lot blood. Am I crazy for allowing myself something more? And anyway, who defines normality? Just 100 years ago, on the beaches of secular Europe, police beat women in swimsuits with sticks if they did not completely cover their backs and stomachs. What do swimsuits look like now? The strips are so narrow that they don’t always even cover the entire nipple at the top, and at the bottom they are sometimes not visible at all, because they are completely buried in the crotch between the legs. And nothing, it’s normal now!
_____Without calling in advance, remaining completely naked, I went down to the basement. The girl woke up from the sound of the door opening. Throwing back the blanket, she ran up to me naked, and standing in front of me with her arms evenly lowered to her sides, not trying to hide anything, she inquiringly uttered only one word:
- Master?
_____Now I didn’t just see the little a thin, very beautiful naked teenage girl, but it was as if he was looking through her, seeing the skeleton, internal organs. I became painfully aware of the fragility of the human body. The thought flashed through to dismember her, but... if anything happens, I will always have time to do it at any moment. On the contrary, it is worth keeping her in a holistic state, leaving her for conventional sexual pleasures, only going a little over the edge.
_____I told her to bring lubricant from the bathroom, and I went to the closet for a mouth dildo. After yesterday’s execution of the busty blonde, I really wanted to contemplate the torture during sex. Taking out a clasp-type oral dildo from the closet with toys, I took the kindly extended tube of lubricant, squeezed a little onto my hand, and in a few strokes lubricated it well from start to finish. What a wonderful slave I have: as soon as I brought it above her head, hanging from my hand, she, without any explanation, raised her head face up and opened her mouth wide! I very slowly inserted the remaining half of the soft 20cm dildo. Still out of habit, the girl twitched all over from spasms in her throat. At that moment I watched the twitching of small sharp papillae. He fastened the securing clasps behind her head and led her towards the bed. She walked with her head up. I immediately remembered the reason - how she twitched when she tried to straighten her head forward for the first time with this dildo in her throat. Well, it’s okay, now we will practice this, because in the end, I hope soon, I will fuck her deeply in the throat with my dick more than in any other places intended for this.
_____I took her standing by the bed in my arms, She kept her head thrown back and gently laid her on the bed. He climbed next to her legs and ordered them to be spread wide. A very beautiful strip of a girl’s crotch appeared before my eyes. He added an order with his hands to spread his labia, which were almost absent. I began to insert my fingers into her vagina one by one, starting with my little finger. He entered without any resistance, but all the next largest fingers penetrated more and more tightly. After about 10 minutes, the middle finger was already completely smeared with her secretions. I moved higher and put my hand on her neck, which was openly exposed for display because of her thrown back head. I pressed a little with my hand and the spasms that arose in my throat immediately felt like shocks.
- Now we will train your throat. It won’t hurt, but it will be very unpleasant. Will you hold out like this for about an hour?
_____The snoring from the breathing channels was interrupted by a kind of excited “aha.” Running my palm over her wet crotch, I carefully rubbed my penis with it. Leaning on his hands and not touching her body, he lay on top and slowly entered. How narrow it was still! I gradually began to increase the pace, trying as much as possible not to jerk her body. She lay quietly, still spreading her crotch with her thin hands.
- Are you ready?
_____The answer was only a very short indefinite moo.
- Squeeze your legs together.
n_____The penis became very narrow, right on the verge of comfortable fucking in an unstretched vagina. Now I lay down completely on top with the weight of my body, thereby pressing her arms, which were placed against my pubis, with my stomach and chest, grabbed her head thrown back from both sides, and sharply turned it towards me. The slave of my lust immediately began to gag and convulse from the dildo resisting inside, but that was only the beginning. Changing the rhythms, simultaneously shaking her body harshly from each complete penetration to the walls of the uterus, I worked on her in this position for about an hour, at the end filling her well with sperm. My girl, I never feel sorry for you! My penis really liked filling her with itself.
_____All this time, even being pressed from above by my weight, she was shaking with spasms, at the same time so conveniently uncontrollably squeezing her vagina. Several times I felt like she was going to throw up, but I slowed down slightly at these moments, successfully giving her the opportunity to suppress her reflexes. By the end, she, along with the sheet, was all wet with sweat. But she didn’t cry at all...
_____I got off her and told her to stay there like that. Satisfied with the simulator, I took a quick shower. Walking past the bed, already heading towards the exit, he ordered her to go to the shower and unfasten the dildo there on her own; then wash it and put it back in the closet. Before closing the door, I saw a small body obediently running in short steps with its head up towards the shower. How wonderful she is! I’ll leave it for a long time...
_____Today I wanted to compare the entire palette of available sensations. Before falling asleep for the whole day, I wrote a message to my beloved: “Today I’m at 20:00. I will fuck you in the throat for a long time. Without objections". Already almost blacking out, I read the answer that quickly came: “as you say, Beloved.”

[Fargal94]

The topic is not my thing at all, but it’s an interesting and intriguing read! I’m looking forward to the continuation

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 26: Happy family.

_____Politely notifying me with a message on the phone 10 minutes before your arrival, my beloved I entered the house using my own key for the first time. Correctly predicting my mood, without any preliminary hugs, kisses or conversations, she began to undress right in the corridor and, kneeling down, lowering my pants, began with a deep blowjob. The main secret of a happy relationship is that a girl should always have her mouth busy! Having enjoyed the preliminary tenderness, I led her to the bed, where I laid her on her back, hanging her head down over the edge. Before entering the throat completely, I smiled at the contemplation of the mouth wide open in anticipation of my cock. Over the next hour or so of explicit oral rape, my friend never tried to stop me. Before that, from prolonged fucking in the throat, she sometimes periodically slightly pushed me away with her hands or began to squirm with her whole body, hinting at the need for a break. Judging by the wetness of her vagina, with which I simultaneously played with my fingers almost all this time, she was as excited as possible. But completely satisfying her personally was not yet part of my plans. Having finished down her throat, I stood up and went to the kitchen, where I poured myself a full glass of water. Having finished drinking it, he filled it again and handed it to her. Having emptied the contents, she spoke for the first time since her arrival:
- Do you mind if I satisfy myself by visiting your young slave, master?
_____She said this ironically with an obvious reference to our old conversation about the presence of slaves for sexual pleasure among respected gentlemen several centuries ago. I reached the corridor and pressed the hidden bell. Returning and looking straight into her eyes, he loosely squeezed her breast, then moved his hand higher, hugging her openly exposed throat. Without removing his gaze, he moved even higher, running the back of his hand along her cheek, and then slowly squeezed her hair into a fist. She squealed a little, but smiled in the style of an insatiable female, while sticking her tongue down and moving it from side to side. Without unclenching my fist, I pulled my occupied hand up until my beloved was standing on her outstretched toes, and leaned into her for a kiss. With slight tremors, she balanced her entire body; she was so pliable that you wanted to lift her completely by her hair. I understood that I definitely wouldn’t be able to do this with one hand, but all the opposite sensations falsely assured me that I could totally do it.
_____Smoothly releasing her, he led her with him into the corridor. He opened the hatch, and while she was going down naked, he took her bright scarlet strap-on out of the closet. Holding out the toy, he began to close the hatch behind it, but paused almost at the very end, interrupted by a question:
- Will you join us?
- Definitely, but a little later. Enjoy, honey!

_____Take a quick shower Having had a light snack, I realized that I still didn’t have enough strength to actively continue, so I decided to get dressed and go have a coffee at a gas station. You can make coffee at home, but driving a car properly invigorates me the most. I haven’t been able to go somewhere completely without a goal for a long time, and having arrived at a gas station, so conveniently located at a road junction on the way back without long turns, I suddenly received an incoming call from a person who initiated me yesterday into a new level of satisfaction of desires.
- Glad to hear the call! I listen attentively.
- Hello. I’ll be brief on the phone: can you come to the site by 1 pm tomorrow? I will personally introduce you to a couple of project managers; they themselves will tell you specifically what they need and in what order. We plan to start in full force in about two weeks. From now on, you will negotiate with them directly.
- I will definitely do so.
- And... yes... everything went smoothly. I will now personally delete the video we talked about. For your first time, you surprised me. Maybe I don’t know everything about you?
- I’ll get to know each other better once.
- Okay, see you tomorrow. See you.
_____Hanging up, I paid for the standard set of coffee and a pack of cigarettes, for which I only had to nod in the affirmative to the girl-seller smiling coquettishly at me and say: “yes, as always.” I didn’t know any of the girls who worked by name, even despite the tags—I didn’t consciously read them, but visually we all knew each other well. I never tried to make friends with any of them, only once I took one of them, who had just finished her shift, home a short distance because of the incredibly heavy rain that had begun. It’s just that, apparently, being accustomed from childhood to politeness by default, for the last couple of years, on the same March 8th, on the way from the capital, I brought them huge cakes, individually packaged in beautiful boxes. On last New Year’s Eve I brought several boxes of tangerines. Moreover, each time I didn’t even know who exactly I would meet on my shift. If we approach this purely mercantilely, then in total over a couple of years I spent the price of one block of cigarettes, in exchange for receiving daily, so uplifting, sincere women’s smiles - this is a multiple of my expenses!

_____Having returned home and very quickly washed myself in the shower, I went to an orgy in the basement. I was surprised that instead of actively fucking the young slave with a strap-on, my beloved was lying on her back with her legs spread wide open, while the girl was working on her, diligently moving back and forth, roaring from her nipples being twisted at that moment.
- I was just thinking about you, my love. Would you like to replace her and show the incompetent woman how a real man does it?
_____Roughly pushing the youngster aside, I fully entered the wet vagina and began fucking at maximum speed. My friend moaned loudly, closing her eyes and periodically turning her head from side to side in pleasure. Over the next 10 minutes, all this time holding me behind her with both hands, she came at least twice. Feeling that I was approaching orgasm, I smoothly stopped and got off, as I wanted to prolong the pleasure. Looking at me with that same look of a satisfied lustful female, my girlfriend turned to the slave and instructively said:
- Learn, bitch! You will be punished now.
_____All this time, the girl, who had been closely watching the process, bowed her head and submissively said:
- As you wish, Mistress.
_____My friend took off the strap-on from her and ordered climb on top of me. I was already smiling with all my might, having correctly predicted what was about to happen, and lay down on my back. After the slave, diligently helping herself with her fingers, pushed my penis into herself and sat down completely, while slightly grimacing her face in pain, I took her cheeks with my hand and pulled her towards me. Her small mouth obediently opened when I poked her lips with two of my fingers. Within a minute, shaking her whole body to the beat and sobbing heavily, the young creature twitched from my quick fucking in her vagina and fingers in her mouth, while the Mistress was mercilessly engaged in her anal sex with a bright scarlet strap-on on. To all this, constant blows were added to the already reddened small breasts from the front, and loud slaps on the ass came off from behind. I hope one day the girl will realize how lucky she is - even my beloved has never felt this way before.
_____After about half an hour, I allowed myself to cum. Having discovered that I still had strength and desire, I told my beloved to wash the strap-on and change places. Instead of using the sink or the bathroom, she resourcefully used the submissive slave’s mouth. Having settled down from behind, I twisted the skinny teenager’s arms back and began to pound into the already developed ass, while on the other side they continued to strongly pull out the small nipples. Feeling my rhythms well before cumming, my passionate mistress began to move her pelvis, hammering the crying girl with a strap-on, clearly right up to the uterus - she had already moved from just tears to a continuous loud howl. Having finished in the ass, I pulled her by the arms towards me, grabbed her hair from the wrists, and began to lift her up. Following the pulling hand upward, she, helping herself with her legs, stood up, removing herself with both holes, after which my penis and the strap-on hit each other, making a characteristic sound. I immediately pulled the girl’s head towards me to lick my penis. Once again, my beloved and I looked at each other with wide smiles of completely satisfied people. This is exactly what fulfilling sex should be like!

[Alex020362]

I’m reading...Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Part 3, Part 4...So CHAPTER or PART? You will decide. This is illiterate. Although...it has nothing to do with the essence of your story. I read the first three chapters (parts?). Not shocked yet.

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the presentation is quite coherent, but there is a certain "chopped" and awkwardness, too unexpected transitions from image to image..

Well, first of all, "presentation" is not "related". And coherent. And the knitted one is socks from grandma. Here’s another phrase from the story:"And there’s a lot of escape room." I wonder what language this is in? Indeed: both a HEAP and a WASTE PLACE. I think everyone can write. And whatever. But then you must give your “verses” to an EDUCATED person for editing and correction. Otherwise there will be a PILE and a PLACE OF WASTE.

[Mancuso]

Aleks020362,
Well, the person is not A professional writer, he has no editor. I don’t see anything wrong with the fact that there are some stylistic and grammatical errors. A person writes and posts, perhaps without time to edit. Therefore, I think that you shouldn’t pay so much attention to this and scold the author. If it doesn’t come in. - Well, okay. And those who like it read "filtering" minor flaws. In my opinion, the author is great.
P.s. regarding errors - oh, now so many books are published after unfortunate editors with such errors that in this case, where a person writes himself, there is no point in paying attention to this

[-AlexNova-]

And a bunch of waste places

You are right... this has already been corrected in the comment from August 22, 2023, 20:01 on "And a lot of escape directions." Now I have corrected it in the clean version to indicate “and many escape directions.”
P.S. Russian is not my native language. I write in Russian because of the significantly larger audience. There aren’t even similar forums in my country (if there are, they don’t google them like this one). I haven’t written in Russian for about 20 years, right after I graduated from school and entered university.
Now I use an online grammatical error editor, where I simply copy all the chapters, but it does not highlight errors as "heap of waste", because all the words are written correctly. Immediately after writing, I remember the text almost by heart, so I skim through it and finish it from memory, instead of consciously reading it. Only when I re-read it, having already written the next few chapters, do I begin to notice this, as they say, with fresh eyes. I’m thinking of rewriting the first couple of chapters almost completely.
This is not just my first porn story, but my first story in general. But thank you for any criticism!

[Alex020362]

Russian is not my native language.

I guessed this. I also wanted to write "Are you "non-Russian"? But I thought it sounded ugly. And it’s offensive. Where are you from? (By the way, I’m not Russian myself. And I live a couple of thousand miles from Moscow (smiley).

Sent after 2 hours 38 minutes 18 seconds:

This is not just my first porn story, but my first story in general. But thank you for any criticism!

I also have small plans... But for now, things haven’t gone beyond sketches of the plot outline (and a few at that). I’m lazy in this regard (smiley).

[-AlexNova-]

I’ve been trying to write this story for several years (the first three chapters)! As I noted somewhere at the beginning (naturally, the story is based on events from my personal life), I read a lot of different stories from the categories “under duress” and “execution” - there were good ones, there were very good ones and even a few favorites, but in each, in my opinion, there was a lack of realism: the stories were divorced from real life, and although they excited me, I didn’t believe in them! I decided to try it myself... I will say that it is much more difficult than I thought. Direct writing of one chapter takes from 6 to 10 hours, which does not include time for developing the general idea - nothing should distract. Fortunately, the lack of need for daily work helps direct the brain in the right direction without distractions from routine. Sometimes you just don’t know what to write; you sit and peer at the vertical strip of the text editor, in front of which there is nothing. Yes, I have a lot of plot ideas, but how to lead to them? Initially, there was also an idea not to make a main character as such, but to describe in a more impartial way something like the work of Solace Island for extremely rich people. There was an idea to write the diaries of a maniac, where in each chapter, almost independent of each other, he would do something new rape followed by execution, but after recently writing the 24th chapter with the same name, I went a little crazy, because in fact I “really” experienced done in your head. So far I have given up on this idea
Can you share in what direction you are thinking of writing something?

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 27: Gray everyday life.

_____Civilization is developing, cities are expanding. On the huge area currently separated by a temporary fence, there will soon be a new microdistrict, then, just a few years later, it will already be a lived-in place, and few will remember that it could once have been different.
_____The project managers were extremely busy. It took no more than 10 minutes to approve orders and exchange contacts, after which the new close friend who gave me this business immediately invited me to have lunch at a small cafe nearby. Having sat down at the table, I started the conversation first:
- After that dish... what was it called?
- Frittata?
- Yes... I didn’t think that I would ever I’ll see you in an ordinary cafe.
- As I already mentioned: the most basic joys are always the most important. Learning new things does not necessarily mean giving up the old. And in such cafes, conversations at tables are never recorded.
- Do they write in expensive restaurants?
- My new friend, you can’t imagine - they write in all of them! Although I never blame anyone, if I myself would have done the same in their place. In my youth, I almost went to work in the authorities after the army. He was a signalman at the base.
- New day - new discoveries! I didn’t serve...
- Don’t worry, I’m not one of those who divides into those who served and those who didn’t. I wouldn’t have gone either if I didn’t initially know exactly where and who I would be in the army; my parents had some connections at that time. So, some of my friends, who later went on to further their careers, told me about the complete wiretapping of all elite places. When people relax, their tongues loosen!
- Do you want me to tell you something?
- First of all, I want to tell you first: I paid for your annual participation in the Club. They will contact you soon.
- I remember our agreement. And that I am giving my first time to you.
- You cannot send someone else in your place if it is not a member of the Club. All the rules will be explained to you later. And then you will be able to warn me that you are changing with me.
- How will they contact me?
- There are no exact regulations. If you hang out at public events, they will approach you personally. And if not, then, most likely, they will call and offer to meet somewhere...
_____At that moment, two young girls of 16-19 years old sat down at the next table. Due to light cosmetics, it is difficult to accurately determine age. They definitely needed to put themselves in the center of everyone’s attention in every possible way: talking loudly, stretching their chests forward, straightening their hair with their hands... Now they weren’t seducing anyone in particular, they were simply, rather, subconsciously practicing the skill of seduction. My acquaintance briefly turned in their direction, then, licking his lips, turned to me:
- Eh... what’s gone is gone. You can’t get your youth back. The club does not accommodate minors. Whatever you think, there are some principles!? By the way, you somehow famously dealt with that blonde. Already had experience?
_____A phone call from my interlocutor saved me from having to come up with a convincing answer. The call was clearly important, so he just motioned for me to wait and went outside. Returning a few minutes later, he said that he urgently needed to leave on business, and that I should pay for the order. In the evening at nine he offered to come to him, where, here he winked, he would compensate for my losses for dinner.
_____Finishing the meal, I periodically glanced at the young girlfriends emotionally communicating with each other at the next table. “You can’t bring back your youth,” you say? And here I am, returning it! Thinking about my young slave in the basement, I really wanted to enjoy her young body to the fullest. The idea was given by a crane noisily passing by, which was quite likely moving towards the upcoming construction site.

_____The sex shop premises greeted me with soft light, a slight smell of rubber products, and the same smile of a girl-seller disappointed with life.
- Glad to see you again. Are you looking for something for pleasure or for causing pain?
- One cannot exist without the other. I’m interested in anal or vaginal hooks.
_____Following to the desired section behind, I couldn’t help but enjoy the beautiful figure under the long dress. Having received the chosen product in her hands, she noted:
- It’s rare for a partner to agree to this! You are very lucky.
- Allow me a personal question.
- So be it, as an exception, I will allow you.
- How much of the assortment have you personally used?
- Personally? Nothing. I adhere to classic sex, which does not stop me from reading reviews on the Internet with all the details of using the products.
_____A shoemaker without boots... What’s next? Pilots who are afraid to fly? Why do people continue to live a dull life even when fate presents them with variety in every possible way? I once watched a program about human psychology, specifically dedicated to this topic: for example, they looked at some very popular computer game in the style of interactive cinema, where in the near future the main character was an android. The essence of the game was the constant choice of plot development. The creators of the game accumulated all the statistics of user choice. More than 90% of players went through a diversely thought-out plot along the most kind and boring line, even despite the fact that this is a game that, in theory, is bought just for the sake of variety in their boring life. I also remember a news story on the federal channel, where a mother of many children from a remote province, holding her next baby in her hand, complains to the reporter that the roof has been leaking in her house for 7 years (!!!), and representatives of the local housing and communal services do not react to this at all. . Of course, this is a mess, but... After just a few rains, I would fill the roof with resin - it doesn’t cost anything!? Moreover, people from the deep provinces, it seemed to me, are always very handy, unlike the same metropolitan sissies. Conclusion? If a person lives in suffering or boredom, then there is no point in pulling him out of there - this is his conscious choice, although in words he can fully express dissatisfaction. Arrange his life and he will again find a reason to suffer. In general, the sex shop salesperson disappointed me - just another empty shell for statistics.

_____When I returned home, I immediately pressed the call button. I took metal hooks with balls at the ends and rings for tying a rope at the base out of the package, and went with them to the garage workshop. The problem was the rather sharp angle of inclination, clearly designed for use vertically on an already suspended victim... that is, on his beloved partner! I had a different idea, but the sex shop didn’t have the necessary options. Wrapping it in a rag, I clamped the hook in a vice with one side, and inserted a long pipe into the other for leverage. Slowly, without haste, with light little rocking movements, I straightened both hooks to the right angle I needed.
_____I went to the shower, washed myself and the converted purchased devices. The girl sitting in a waiting position was a little scared when she saw me coming in with a hook in each hand. Having put them in the toy closet, I returned to her, picked her up by the hand and dragged her to bed. Today my slave will satisfy me to the fullest for those two unavailable girls I saw in the cafe. Using her mouth to wet my penis, I put her on her back, spread her legs, and began to fuck, with each friction slightly resting my head against the edge of the uterus. After a few minutes, she stopped moaning and, either on her own initiative, or on yesterday’s instruction from the mistress by her own example, she put her gentle arms around my back, from which I came almost immediately. Without taking it out, I continued exercising on the simulator for about another hour. Having finished, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and told the good news:
- I know that you are bored while I’m not around, so I prepared something special for today.
_____Obviously expecting a catch, she didn’t answer anything. I moved her to the center of the bed and spread my legs to the side. I went to the closet and grabbed two ropes, a carabiner for tightening, handcuffs, a pair of fabric wrist restraints with a clasp and an outer ring, and two new rectangular hooks. I put the clasps on my ankles and tied one with a rope. I passed the rope under the bed from one side to the other. I tied it again to the next clamp on the second leg and tied it, having first stretched the girl as much as possible to the state of a split. Then he threaded and tied a ring in the hook with a new rope, which he carefully, not without obvious resistance, thrust into the wet vagina. He led the rope to the bottom of the bed, stretched it along the floor to the top, lifted it, and brought the tip out from the side of the pillows. He passed the rope through the ring of the second hook and inserted it, here with a distinct grunt, into the ass. He fastened the handcuffs on his hands behind his back, threading them under the rope coming from the hook from his anus. Then he began to pull with a carabiner until both hooks noticeably began to tear the small vagina and anus in different directions, which was immediately accompanied by a groan. From the back side only the retracted sphincter was visible, but from the front the ball of the hook through the stomach was still visible. The slave could not bend to either side due to the vertical hooks inside. I couldn’t stop admiring the resulting beauty, but I had a feeling that something was missing, so I took half a kilogram weights with nipple clamps from the closet. In theory, it would be worth adding a mouth dildo, but it would be difficult not to swallow for so long; I took pity on the girl who was already submissive in everything.
- I’ll be there tomorrow before lunch. You have about 15 hours. If you shit in the bed, I will beat you. Don’t be bored!
_____I kissed her goodbye on the lips. She, without saying anything in response, simply began to roar - it was so cute that for better stretching, I pulled the ratchet of the carabiner one more time. Now, I was closing the door amid a full-blown scream of pain.

[-AlexNova-]

Chapter 28: Cardinal.

_____On my way to “dinner” with my new friend, I decided to get a gift. It would be uncivil to go empty-handed a second time, especially after a business transaction has taken place. I knew little about him, except for a superficial understanding of sexual preferences, so I did not immediately make my choice. What can you give to a person who has everything? I remembered that he smokes cigars. I don’t understand anything about this at all, but a universal idea emerged: on the way I stopped at a specialized tobacco store. The choice fell on a large box of 20 cigars of the best quality from the most famous varieties of various tobaccos. In my opinion, even if he is an adherent of a particular variety, such a set will definitely expand his knowledge, either by confirming the choice he made earlier, or by discovering something new. In any case, this is an emotion, and this is what rich people value!
_____Turning off the highway towards an elite holiday village, I was subjected to the gaze of several people in police uniforms, but in full uniform with bulletproof vests, standing on the side of the road next to a parked tinted minibus. After a few turns inside the village, they looked at me from a patrol car with flashing lights on. But the whole picture came together when I made the final turn into the street with a friend’s house: there were several tinted minibuses the same as the one at the entrance, and about five patrol cars. It would be suspicious to turn on the rear, so I slowly approached, imitating an inquisitive citizen. The gates were open, and inside there were people in uniforms with weapons walking back and forth. A traffic officer stopped me with a gesture and asked where I was going. I replied that I live almost right next to the highway, but I just wanted to see what was happening here... and then naively added, going on the attack in order to avoid additional clarifying questions on his part, “so what’s going on here?” Having received the answer that the passage here is still closed, and that I should return, I now calmly “officially” turned around. After about 100 meters, I noticed a man standing in home clothes in the slightly open gate of a private house, looking towards the scene of the incident. Pretending to be as friendly as possible, I opened the window and asked:
- Hello, neighbor! What happened here?
- They killed... I saw about 20 minutes ago how bodies closed in bags were carried into the ambulance.
_____Putting regret on my face, I nodded in gratitude for the information and continued on my way. An inner voice warned me not to go straight to the highway, but to spend an hour somewhere in the village, otherwise I would be detained at the exit by those same employees at the minibus. The subconscious had never spoken to me so clearly before; now it was tantamount to live communication with another person who would be sitting next to me in the passenger seat. I was a little scared by the changes in my subconscious... but I followed the advice flawlessly. Indeed, immediately leaving back I will raise the question of what and how I did here, why I came, to whom, and so on. It is likely that later the police will contact me, having checked the victim’s calls over the past few days (for some reason there was no doubt that the victim was my new acquaintance), but now I didn’t want to get caught. I was afraid of logical questions about our business: “why did he turn to you?”, “why was there no open tender?” and so on... Will our deal be canceled yet? For some reason I wasn’t afraid of a possible video containing incriminating evidence against me, because I was sure that there really wasn’t any. And if it exists, it is hidden so that it will not be found here.
_____Yes, here is the development of events. I was sitting in the car overlooking the river passing from the edge of the village. If you are a wolf, this does not mean that you are immune from the possibility of being eaten by another wolf. For the sake of control over the sheep, there will always be many predators having their throats bitten off behind the scenes. Well, whatever one may say, sooner or later I will find out what exactly happened. Tomorrow afternoon I will call other project managers whom I met today - they will probably tell me something.
_____Time flew by. Almost two hours later, along a forest path, I drove out of the village to the highway, where I met the same minibus, but this time three employees with slung machine guns completely blocked the road. Preparing to stop, I slowed down, but one of them motioned for the others to move aside to let me pass. I didn’t tempt fate and just drove by. Did the subconscious’s advice work? Having taken “as always” at a gas station before turning home from the highway, I sat in the car a little longer, rethinking life. There was a man with money, with connections, but he still ended up like this. Becoming a sheep for the sake of imaginary safety was not even considered. You just shouldn’t cross the path of influential people.
_____Everyone has events in their lives that have a significant impact on their worldview. One of these, at a very young age of 6-7 years old, for me was an excerpt from the next film adaptation of “The Three Musketeers” shown on TV - I don’t remember which one, but it doesn’t matter. There was a phrase uttered there, maybe it actually sounded a little different, but this is how I remembered it for the rest of my life: “Kings change, but the cardinal remains.” Being just a little smug little booger sitting on the sofa, I then opened my eyes wide with the realization of the depth of this phrase - as if I understood the structure of the universe! It’s great luck that I was able to realize this at a young age, because not everyone is capable of this in full maturity. Perhaps this phrase has influenced my life more than anything else. In my business, people themselves turned to me, and I did not push others, chasing super-profits, trying to get to the top of the pyramid - in this situation, I had no competitors who would want me to be eliminated. I was a cardinal who worked for any king. If a new king came, he would turn to me again. And even if I didn’t convert, my little flock remained safe and sound, because they didn’t pretend to anything and, thus, didn’t pose a threat. Much later, already at a conscious age, I heard a saying that cemented my view of the world: “experts go before kings.” Do what you can well, you will always be in great demand!
_____Having assured myself of safety, I still realized even more the need to enjoy a fleeting life. A wonderful, obedient sheep was waiting for me at home; I must take full advantage of this opportunity. Having driven into my yard, I immediately headed to the shower, anticipating a great fuck with a divinely beautiful young girl. While undressing in front of the bathroom, my erect penis prevented me from taking off my panties!
_____Going downstairs I saw a half-crucified naked girl. She no longer cried. I unhooked the weights from the nipples, ran my finger over the wet darkening under her on the sheet and smelled it - it was vaginal discharge. She didn’t wet herself, which means she won’t have to be punished. I was not going to explain why I returned significantly ahead of time. He loosened the tension, untied her hands behind her back, untied her legs, and pressing both hooks down, told her to get up, go to the toilet, and then take a good shower. Rising up, she removed herself from the hooks almost without resistance - I wonder how much she is stretched now, will I be able to put my whole hand into her vagina? Clearly seeing my desire mixed with impatience, the slave finished it in just over 10 minutes. As soon as she finished drying her hair and put the hair dryer down, standing behind me, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face towards me between her legs. Despite squealing in pain, halfway to my dick she was already opening her mouth for the upcoming blowjob. My desire was like the first time. Despite the rather skillful use of language, I wanted more. Continuing to hold her by the hair, I pushed her away from me and simply dragged her along the floor towards the kitchen, where I leaned her, sitting on the floor, with her back against the cabinets under the countertop.
- Hands behind your back! Spread your legs wide to the side!
_____She instantly obeyed. I moved my hands from her head to the tabletop and began to pound her in the mouth. Yes, the penis did not go all the way into the throat, but rested halfway, but now I wanted hard sex. I pounded her throat with rough blows. At first, she instinctively wanted to push me away, but immediately remembering the command to keep her hands behind her back, resting her head against the wooden cabinet, she obediently accepted the penis, holding back a cough. Having enjoyed the foreplay a little, I again took her by the hair and lifted her, ordering her to turn around and rest her hands on the edge of the tabletop. Presented to the eye with my ass protruding in my direction, both holes from several hours of stretching now in a relaxed state did not close completely. I entered her vagina relatively easily. But it was impossible to call it stretched - it now felt exactly the same as my favorite partner. I repeated the trick I had done at the very beginning with pressing her tummy with my palm and felt with my hand the tremors of my penis working inside. Loud moans in time with each movement eventually led to my orgasm. I filled her with sperm. Just like the last similar time, it dripped onto the floor, to which the girl immediately turned around and began to constantly swallow and lick my penis, and then licked everything off the floor.
- Quickly, take a shower! Rinse your hole!
_____The young slave obediently entered the shower, quickly rinsed, twisted the head from the hose and began to wash the inside of the vagina. I remembered the moments with the busty blonde, when I myself also washed her inside with a hose, and before that her blowjob underwater in the pool. I decided to repeat this experience, but add a little spice!
_____While still in high school, one of my classmates once told us a way that he could turn off any of us from consciousness. All you had to do was lean your back against the wall, hold your breath while he presses on your chest with both hands for about 20 seconds. Now I remember this with horror, but then at recess we spent the entire day each, eventually 10 or more times, even almost all of the classmates took part in this, one by one falling unconscious from the trick being performed, where, as a rule, two classmates standing on the sides suddenly caught the lifelessly falling body in flight. After 5-15 seconds, depending on who, from a slight shaking the “player” came to his senses, not understanding how he ended up sitting on the floor. Feeling my brain turn on when I woke up was an incredibly fun experience. It is worth mentioning that, of course, when this was done with the girls, the guys managed in these few unconscious seconds to shake not by the shoulders, but closer to the breasts. It’s interesting that the other girls waiting for their turn saw all this, but did not show it, and after a few minutes they took their place unconscious. Now all this, naturally, is both terrible and funny. Many, when they came home, told their parents about this fun activity, for which they later received serious lyuli... But in fact, no one was hurt, although the total number of participants then was well over a hundred - the trend immediately spread to parallel classes! All this means is that a young body easily reboots when it loses consciousness. Now we will check this!
_____I went to her and upon completion ordered her to fill the bath, while I sat down in the corner, leaning my back on the tiled wall. After screwing the shower head onto the hose and carefully placing it in place, she looked at me questioningly, awaiting further instructions. Spreading my legs wide and pointing my gaze at the newly erect penis, I said:
- I want your ass. Turn your back to me and mount yourself.
_____Leaning her hands on my legs, she sank completely onto my penis in a few seconds. I pressed her body to mine, and being completely impaled, we merged in a kiss. Today I was full of desire! My penis periodically pulsated in her from tension, to which she immediately gave in to small tremors of her whole body. I pulled away from her and said in a commanding tone: “Come on.” The naturally thin girl, like a youth, slowly rose up to the point where I could almost see the bottom edge of her head, then sank down until her butt completely rested against me. After some time, while I was kneading her small breasts with my hands, she picked up the pace a little. I really wanted to cum inside her again, but then I probably wouldn’t have been able to carry out my plans. The water had long since reached its maximum level and was simply circulating, warming my feet. Realizing that I was about to cum, that only a few seconds separated me, I lightly pressed from below and lifted her by her ass, which was moving up and down. The girl understood the gesture instantly and immediately stood up - her ass accompanied the freed member with a smacking sound. Having moved from the corner, I completely plunged my back into the bath. While stroking his penis under water, he turned to the slave, who did not understand what to do now:
- Give me a blowjob under water. But until I finish, you can’t surface.
_____The young beauty didn’t answer anything. She hasn’t really talked to me much lately. I’ll have to talk to her about anything frank later. In the end, her young voice really turns me on.
_____Looking into my eyes, then at my erect penis under the water, she, very nervous, began to breathe quickly. At some point I even suggested that she was going to run out of the bathroom and throw a tantrum! But no, she slowly plunged under the water and began to give a blowjob. Understanding that my speedy orgasm was in her immediate interests, she did everything without sparing herself and her throat. The tongue worked like never before - that’s what the right stimulus means! I was ready to cum almost instantly, but the realization that this bitch can give such a first-class blowjob even without completely immersing herself in her throat, but before that she had never given it to me - all this knocked me a little out of the mood, pushing back the impending orgasm. I tried to relax, threw my head back, completely relaxed my neck, closed my eyes, removing all thoughts and focusing only on the pleasure I was receiving. Having lost track of time, I plunged into meditation and almost visually saw my approaching orgasm as a fiery ball in the dark. I tried to see it - it looked like a small chemical Sun: bursting red beams of flame were buried in a common ball due to new overtaking and overtaking fiery protrusions emerging from the approaching sphere. Just a few more seconds, I was already looking at this ball up close in fascination... when everything stopped! Opening my eyes, I seemed to wake up from a dream, not immediately understanding what had happened. Yes, I foresaw this, but I didn’t strive for this - the girl released my penis from her mouth and without moving the top of her head floated up. I immediately pulled her out of the water by the shoulders and sat her in the corner of the bathroom. Well, let’s test my theory! The subconscious was silent, so I was calm, fully confident that everything would end well. After about 10 seconds, I began to lightly slap her cheek with my palm, from which she almost immediately woke up, taking a deep breath. We silently looked into each other’s eyes. I decided to raise the stakes:
- Let’s repeat it again. But if you pass out again, I’ll beat you up. And then we will try again until we achieve the result. Do you understand me?
- Of course, Master! I’ll do everything. Forgive me.
_____I couldn’t help smiling at the realization of complete submission and leaned back into the bathtub in its original position. The girl immediately climbed completely into the water and sat down in front of the penis, starting to masturbate it under the water with both hands. I didn’t rush her, but not even a minute had passed before she dove in with her head, plunging into her mouth the most important thing in life at that moment. The realization that she had just, in fact, returned from the other world, immediately continued to suck me - this was enough for me to cum almost immediately. She finished only when she had completely swallowed everything and also made several control movements with her tongue on the penis. Standing in front of me at full height, she stared at me and asked:
- Anything else, Master?
_____I beckoned her with my hand. She lay down with her chest on top of me. We kissed again, but I periodically let her breathe. He held her ass with one hand and stroked her cheek with the other hand. I don’t know how many people in the world still have sex slaves... Thousands? Tens of thousands? But mine, if not the best of all, is definitely at the very top! It is not necessary to be a king, the position of cardinal is quite enough.
_____That night I stayed sleeping with her. Waking up in the middle of the night with a wild hard-on, I saw that she was sleeping next to me, pressing her back to me. Naturally, without meeting any resistance, I entered her vagina from behind. The sleepy young slave did not make any sounds for an hour, only periodically vibrating her whole body. Having finished inside her, I immediately passed out, without even removing my penis, while she continued the counter kisses that I had started for an unknown amount of time.

[Caperrrr]

Looking forward to the continuation