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Having been a lurker on ASS and ASSM for more years than I care
to disclose, I finally decided to take the plunge and contribute
something of my own. NotMyStory volunteered to review this for
me, but alpha personality that I am, I couldn't wait for feedback,
so if there are any problems with the story, they are all my fault.
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you think I need to burn in hell for writing this, tell it to
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A House In the Woods - Bethany (M/f F/f BD DS ws oral anal nc?
rape pierce best toys)
Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
She would have been pretty - even beautiful - had her face not
been frozen in that perpetual pouting sneer affected by so many
of today's young girls. Barely five feet tall, the obligatory low
cut top, bare midriff with navel jewelry, and hip-slung jeans
completed the stereotype. The top was filled out mostly with
padding, though even through the screen door I could see a little
cleavage.
She stood with arms crossed under her breasts, as if they needed
support, one hip outthrust, staring disgustedly off into the
woods, and didn't realize at first that I had come to the door.
When she finally turned to rap her knuckles on the doorframe
again, she gave a little start to see me there. It wasn't a
particularly hot day, but her walk in the sun had plastered honey
blonde hair that had escaped from her pony tail to her forehead.
"May I help you?" it was the voice I used on door-to-door
salesmen. I hadn't saved my money to get this place in the
middle of nowhere so I could socialize with everyone who came to
my door.
Impatiently, she said "Yeah. I need to use your phone!" Clearly,
she was accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, when she
wanted it.
I looked at her impassively for several moments, wiping my hands
on a rag, before responding. "No."
I had turned and made several steps back toward my kitchen before
she exploded. "NO!? I'm stuck out here in the fucking middle of
fucking nowhere, my fucking car fucking died on me, my fucking
cell phone doesn't fucking work in this fucking armpit, and you
fucking tell me fucking 'no' when I ask to use the fucking
phone?..."
She was taking a breath to continue her tirade when my open palm
struck the side of her face. It was a gentle slap, by my
standards, but the calluses on my hand must have felt like stone
on her cheek as her head snapped around and the ponytail wrapped
itself briefly around her face.
"That was for the filth coming out of your mouth. Get off my
property. You're trespassing!" I stood so close that she had to
back up a step to see my still impassive face glaring down at
her.
Her eyes were as big as saucers and her face had finally lost its
sneer as she held her hand to the growing redness on her cheek.
Tears started to well up in her eyes as the gravity of her
situation finally started to sink in.
"Buh-but it's got to be miles to the next town!" I had seen the
'pitiful me' routine from my ex - the queen of the guilt trip -
far too often to be affected by it now. The fact that she
thought it would work just pissed me off more.
"Not my problem." It was, in fact, three miles by road to my
nearest neighbor, and a little over six into town.
"Please, mister!" she begged, "I'll do anything if you'll just
let me use your phone! I'll pay you - I've got money!"
I slapped her hand as she started to reach into the little
knapsack she carried for a purse. "I don't need money."
She stared at me with that deer-in-the-headlights look the young
ones get when they finally run into a situation that can't be
handled by their usual methods. Her face gradually melted and
the tears that flowed this time were genuine. I let her cry, not
moving.
Finally, she pulled a small packet of tissues from her backpack
and wiped her face. Looking at me hopelessly through reddened
eyes, she pled silently for me to rescue her. I just returned
her stare, my face expressing no emotion.
Again, she begged "Please, just tell me what I need to do! I
just need to use the phone, then I'll be out of your hair and
won't ever bother you again! Please, I'll do anything!"
She apparently envisioned a limited scope to 'anything', but I
wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. "Strip. Right
here. Every stitch."
She looked as if I had hit her in the stomach. "You want me to
take off my clothes?" Her head was shaking, side to side.
"You said you'd do anything. Strip now, or get off my property.
I don't care which." Neither my face nor the inflection in my
voice had changed.
She stared at me for a long moment as emotions ran across her
face. First, disbelief and shock, then, as she felt the full
impact of my gaze, understanding and indecision. She made as if
to speak, but a finger across my lips silenced the protest before
it started. Finally, fear and resignation settled on her elfin
features. She looked around the front yard, as if to see who
else might be watching, but my home is set in a natural, secluded
clearing, more than half a mile up a winding dirt track from the
main road. Only the fact that I maintained the fences, gate, and
even the mailbox by the gate would give anyone a clue that
someone actually lived up that track.
Tentatively, she pulled the top over her head, eyes studying the
worn boards of my front porch. As she pulled the meager scrap of
cloth off her ponytail, she looked up once again, searching my
face for some hint of reprieve. Finding none, her face set now
in anger, she kicked off the once white deck shoes, now a
yellowish gray from the dust of the track, and unbuttoned her
jeans. Glaring defiantly up at me, she wriggled and pushed until
they cleared her shapely hips and puddled around her feet. Still
finding no mercy in my face, she reached behind and unhooked her
bra, trying to cover her breasts with her hands as she worked the
harness down and let it drop.
"Are you happy now, you perv!" she practically shouted up at me.
In a dispassionate voice I replied evenly, "I said everystitch."
Shaken, but still defiant, she turned away and worked the little
cotton bikini down her legs, unintentionally giving me a first
glimpse of the sprinkling of yellow hair that did little to cover
her plump little mound. She straightened, covering her breasts
with one arm and her crotch with the other hand.
"Lace your fingers behind your neck, spread your feet shoulder
width, and be silent!" It was the first time I had allowed any
sharpness into my voice and it startled her almost as much as the
earlier slap. She moved quickly to comply, some of the anger in
her expression replaced by fear.
As I suspected, her tits were small and perfectly formed, with
tiny pink nipples topping broad, almost flat, alabaster mounds.
I never understood the fascination some men have with large
breasts. Hers were as close to my ideal as I'm likely to ever
see in my lifetime. Her rib-cage tapered gently to a softly
rounded belly surrounding the large, shallow navel that was
pierced along its lower curve. Her hips flared a bit more than I
would have expected on one so young, and the creases between hip
and thigh outlined the perfectly symmetrical lips of her mons.
Through the sparse growth of her almost invisible pubic hair I
could just see the hood of her clit peeking out. Her legs were
softly curved and shapely. This one was no athlete, but her
genes had so far kept her from putting on extra fat.
I walked slowly around her once, carefully inspecting her back
and the inverted heart-shape of her buttocks. Her skin was
flawless - another gift of good genes, no doubt.
While she stood on display, red faced from embarrassment, I
retrieved her garments one by one from the porch deck, folded
them neatly, and stacked them on the rail, bra on top. I placed
her shoes beside them, and picked up the little back-pack purse.
I could see her anger returning as I rummaged through the thing
until I found her wallet, but she was either smart enough or
scared enough not to say anything. She hadn't lied - she did
have several hundred dollars in the wallet, but I had told the
truth as well - I didn't need it.
"Bethany Camilla Wilson" I read aloud from her driver's license.
Flipping through the cards and other contents I found a current
student ID.
"This isn't exactly on a direct route between Pullman and
Bellevue, Bethany. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"I had a fight with my boyfriend and thought I'd take the scenic
route home to have time to like, clear my head, you know, think
things through."
I studied her a bit as I thought about the wording for my next
question. "Surely you told someone you were coming this way, so
why not just wait for them to send out a search party? Why are
you so desperate that you'd take off your clothes for a
stranger?"
"That's the thing! I was like so mad at Brian that I just like
took off! I told my roommate I was going home for the weekend,
but I didn't know I was going this way until I saw the sign and
like the car just sort of turned on its own!" She only realized
her mistake as she saw the smile growing across my face, and
tried to cover. "But I called my mom from the car and told her I
came this way! She'll have the sheriffs and everyone out looking
for me by tonight!"
I didn't bother to point out that she had already told me her
cell phone didn't work out here. I pulled it out of her bag, and
sure enough, it was one of the new GSM models. We had TDMA
service but the GSM phones didn't work out here yet. I dug her
keys from the bag and set it on the rocking chair beside the
door. As I reached inside for the keys to my pickup, I called
out, "Caesar! Czar! Come!"
Their mother, an Alaskan malamute, had been bred by a timber
wolf, giving birth to what turned out to be two of the largest,
smartest dogs I had ever seen. I raised them from pups, training
them for my own special purposes, and we had been so close
through their adolescence that now they could almost read my
mind. They seldom barked, but whenever anyone approached the
house they alerted me by their body language, looking my way
occasionally to be sure I picked up the signals. Thanks to these
two big boys I had watched Bethany from the shadows of my hallway
as she emerged from the end of the track and trudged across the
clearing to my front door.
They flowed around the partially open screen door like enormous
grey shadows, sniffing eagerly at the most fragrant and
embarrassing parts of my hapless victim. A warning wag of my
finger stopped her from dropping her hands to protect herself,
and her face flushed to an improbable shade of red.
"Guard!" I told the boys as I descended the porch steps and
headed for the pickup. They took up positions front and rear and
gazed fixedly at Bethany with their almost yellow eyes.
"You'd best not move a muscle until I get back, Bethany" I told
her, "These boys are well trained, and they will tear you limb
from limb if you try anything." Their warning snarls as she
turned her head to look at me reinforced the threat, and she
quickly turned her head back to its original position.
It took about 45 minutes to locate her little red Mustang
convertible, hook it up to the pickup with a log chain, and tow
it to a secluded spot in the woods behind the house. After
covering it with a camouflage tarp and sweeping the track from
the main road, I was pretty sure no one would find her or her
car, even if they thought to look in this direction.
Bethany was looking a bit distressed by the time I put the pickup
back in its shed, and returned to the house. "Please, mister, I
need to use the restroom!"
"We don't have restrooms out here, Bethany. Do you need to piss
or shit?"
"I need to pee really bad!"
"So piss! The boys won't mind. It'll help them get to know you
better."
She stared at me in shock. "You mean right here? I can't do
that!"
I shrugged, "Suit yourself!"
"Can't I just use your bathroom? I really have to go!"
I stepped in so close she had to bend her head way back to look
up at me. "I'll explain this to you once. If I ever have to
repeat any part of it, you will suffer. Is that clear?" At her
fearful nod, I continued. "No one knows you are here. Even if
they think to look in this direction, they will not find you
unless I want them to. You are mine until I tire of you. You
will address me as 'Sir'. When told to do something, you will do
it immediately, without question or comment. You will speak only
when spoken to. You may request permission to speak
occasionally, but only to clarify an order so that you can carry
it out better - don't abuse the privilege. This is your only
opportunity to ask questions. If you have any, ask them now."
"H-how long are you going to keep me here?" All the anger had
drained from her face, which was now white as a sheet.
"I've already answered that. Do you have any intelligent
questions?" I was practically on top of her, her nipples
brushing my shirt, just above my belt buckle.
"A-are you going to rape me?" It was odd. Mingled with the fear
I detected a tiny bit of arousal.
"Do you want me to rape you?"
"N-n-no! Of course not!" but the seed had been planted, and I
could see it growing.
"You were told to address me as 'Sir'. Three times now you have
disobeyed. Do you have any other questions while I consider your
punishment?"
"Are you ever going to let me go?" then, quickly "Sir?"
"That depends on how well you please me." I stepped back a bit,
and let her relieve the strain on her neck.
"I-I'll do my best, Sir." She tried to smile, but she knew I knew
it was forced, and dropped it quickly.
"Do you still need to piss?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Then do so. Now!"
She looked distressed, but strained a little, and a small trickle
of golden liquid dripped from the lips of her cunt. Once the
flow began, however, she apparently couldn't hold it back, and
let loose a stream that would have done a racehorse proud. A
faraway look came into her eyes as relief washed over her face.
Once the flow stopped, I gave the boys a hand signal and they
eagerly lapped up the last drops, digging their tongues deep
between her lips to get it all. Her expression ran the gamut
from fear to lust to confusion to embarrassment. Finally, Czar
and Caesar backed off, licking their chops.
I picked up her things and opened the screen door. "Come!" She
and the dogs followed me into the house. I led them to the
hidden door in the back of my pantry and triggered the remote in
my pocket. The shelves sank inward, allowing just enough room
for a person to step onto the narrow stone landing inside and to
the right of the opening. It was a tight fit for the four of us,
but there was just enough room for the panty wall to slide back
into place. Caesar flicked his tail upward at the last second to
avoid getting it caught. The boys preceded us down the narrow
flight of stone steps, lit only by a single yellow bulb, and
waited at the bottom while I led my new charge down. I was
gratified to see that she still had her hands clasped behind her
neck.
She almost lost it as she watched the boys greeting the kneeling
form of my current slave by sniffing and licking at the juices
dripping from around the enormous dildo that pounded relentlessly
into her vagina, driven by a hydraulic ram. Each time the ram
reached the apex of its thrust, a line and pulley system tugged
sharply on her clit ring. From the faint sounds escaping her gag
and the expression on her face, I could tell she was on the verge
of passing out after another in a long series of orgasms. Amy
had been in this predicament, head and wrists locked in my
homemade stocks, while another little motorized device tugged and
vibrated her nipple rings, for over an hour. It was one of her
favorite treatments, but I figured she'd had enough, and used the
remote to stop the device. On the next outward cycle, the ram
withdrew the dildo completely and released its grip on the clit
line, while the nipple stimulator let go of her tit rings.
Amy rolled her eyes in my direction, and they widened when she
noticed Bethany standing behind me, hands still locked behind her
head. I triggered the release for the stocks, which also
released Amy's gag. She slowly extricated herself from the
contraption, crawled over and dutifully knelt at my feet.
"Amy, my lovely slave, this is Bethany. She has come to us for
help, but must first pay her way. Would you like to help me with
her training?" I brushed a few sweat-soaked strands of auburn
hair from her face.
Amy's brown eyes lit with a burning glow and had she not been so
well trained, she would have kissed me. "Oh, yes, Sir! I would
love to help you train this lovely creature!"
My readers may chastise me here, for not going into detail on
Bethany's punishment for her transgressions, but such things bore
me as they are merely tools to help attain my ultimate goal with
any new slave - his or her total submission to my every whim.
Amy, who worked as a waitress in a diner in town, had been easy.
She was a born submissive who eagerly participated in every
degrading act I heaped upon her, once I held her up to the mirror
of her true self. Like any recent convert, she was eager to show
others the joys of her new religion.
Bethany, though she harbored some dark fantasies, had been
brought up as a willful, spoiled child, and needed a bit
different sort of handling. Where Amy needed little punishment,
Bethany was in my dungeon four days, and became well acquainted
with the whip and cane before she capitulated in her own mind,
and resigned herself to submitting to my will. She didn't break
- that was not my purpose. She simply lost the will to resist.
During that four days, her body underwent some changes as well.
Her mouth and throat learned to accept the length and girth of my
cock and various rubber ones that Amy delighted in shoving down
Bethany's esophagus.
On the second day I ringed her clit. Just as the moans behind her
gag were becoming soft groans, Czar alerted, letting me know we
had company. I closed the hidden door in the pantry and was
puttering around in the kitchen when Deputy Fulton knocked on the
screen. Wiping my hands on a dish towel, I casually walked to
the door and let him in.
"To what do I owe the honor of this rare visit, Ralph? Has my
sordid past finally caught up with me?" I made it a point to stay
on friendly terms with all the law enforcement people hereabouts,
and Ralph Fulton and I had swapped stories over beers more than a
few times since I came to live here.
Refusing my offer to sit, Ralph took off his hat and wiped the
sweat from its band, saying, "A little official business is all,
Mike, but don't worry, we haven't dug up anything on you yet,
though we've got our best people on it!" The beer gut
overhanging his gun belt quivered with his chuckle.
"We got a heads up from the State Police to look out for a young
blonde girl driving a red Mustang convertible, and the Sheriff
asked me to canvass the folks in this part of the county to see
if anybody's seen her."
"Don't know why she'd show up here, Ralph, but I'll keep my eyes
open and let you know if I see her. Got time for a beer before
you go?"
He shook his head regretfully, "Naw, I still gotta get over to
the McKinsey's and a few other places, but I'll take a rain
check, if you're givin' em."
I clapped him on the shoulder as he turned to leave and said,
"Anytime! And bring some of those unlucky bastards you work with
- we'll play some poker too!"
I watched him turn the Explorer around and head back down the
track. A few minutes later, the little LED on my security
system, indicating the gate at the main road was open, winked on
for several seconds, then extinguished. The dogs stayed at alert
for a few more seconds, then lost interest, so I was pretty sure
he really had gone, and returned to my work.
I make some money locally by making things for people in the
community. Many are made from wood, others from various metals.
I make nothing that isn't beautiful to look at, but everything I
make has practical uses - tools that you can't buy in a hardware
store, fixtures, picture frames, containers of various sorts. I
even have a small income from selling custom made dildos and
other sex toys to the wives of some of our most prominent
citizens - all very discreet, of course. I don't need the money,
but it heads off questions about sources of income, and gives me
a hobby, as well as ensuring a certain amount of leverage in
strategic places, should I ever need it. In my little workshop,
I also designed and built most of the fixtures and machines in my
dungeon.
By the time I got back to the dungeon, Amy was in the throes of
another orgasm courtesy of Bethany's increasingly talented
tongue. Since I had neither given her permission to play with my
new toy, nor specifically forbade it, I banished her to the
corner to play with herself while I continued installing
Bethany's jewelry.
Some nipples, like Bethany's, are too small and fragile to be
effectively pierced. A stud or ring hefty enough to take the
kind of strain I intended to place on it would just not leave
enough flesh to stand up to the same load. I had found, however,
that virtually any nipple could be spiked. The ones I intended
for Bethany were my own creation. The spike was a half inch
long, sharply pointed on one end and was about an eighth of an
inch in diameter. The other end was hollow and threaded inside.
For installation, a special shaft was screwed into these threads
that operated the retractor for the four barbs fitted neatly into
slots along its sides. The mechanism to insert them had taken a
little experimentation, but was now as near perfect as I could
get it.
Bethany's eyes were wide with trepidation as I fitted the suction
tubes over her nipples. A little K-Y created an airtight seal,
and ensured that the nipples would be drawn evenly into the
tubes. I ran the vacuum pump until the tips of the spikes
nestled into the tiny indentations in the centers of her
distended nipples. After a final alignment check, I triggered
the trip-hammer on the right side and watched the shock reach
Bethany's eyes as the spike was driven the prescribed depth into
her breast, and a small amount of blood seeped into the tube.
Her scream was absorbed by the gag. As I put my hand on the left
trigger, she struggled mightily, if futilely, against her
bondage. Though her breast quivered slightly from her struggles,
the vacuum in the tube had no trouble keeping the spike aligned.
Nonetheless, I waited for her movement to abate before triggering
the second spike. Her reaction to the second penetration was no
less vigorous than to the first, though unaccompanied by the same
level of shock.
I bled air back into the vacuum tubes and removed them, leaving
the spikes firmly embedded in her nipples. I then unscrewed the
retractor rods, evoking a slightly less vigorous reaction as the
spring loaded barbs extended into the tender flesh of each
breast, just behind the nipple. To ensure the barbs were properly
seated, I screwed a small T-handle into each of the spikes and
gave a sharp tug. Again Bethany screamed behind her gag as the
barbs caught and her little tits morphed into elongated cones. I
let Bethany watch as I sterilized the retractors with alcohol and
locked them away in a small safe I keep in the dungeon for keys
and the like.
After the jewelry was installed, controlling Bethany became much
simpler. I had only to secure her wrists away from her front and
attach her breasts or clit or both to one of the fixtures to keep
her immobile while constantly stimulating her. By the end of the
fourth day, she had started using these restraints to produce
orgasms during punishment.
By day five I knew she would need much less punishment, and
allowed her to start realizing the pleasures of her servitude. I
laid Bethany on her back and told her to raise her hands above
her head and spread her legs. While I did not bind her, I was
confident she would not move from that position unless I ordered
it. I attached my little nipple tugger to her spikes and she
gasped as it began its pre-programmed sequence. The primary
disadvantage of spikes is that they anchor beyond the primary
nerve endings in the nipples, but I compensated for this with
tiny claw attachments that fit between the spikes and whatever
else was screwed into them and dug into the surrounding nipple
tissue, transferring much of the sensation of any movement of the
spike directly to the delicate pink flesh of the nipple.
On my command, Amy knelt between Bethany's legs and made love to
her. Amy's lips tugged gently at the clit ring, in between
gentle, passionate tongue lashings. Amy's tongue occasionally
laved her asshole and perineum, eliciting tiny gasps from
Bethany's lips, before plunging deeply into her folds. In less
than a minute, Bethany was climbing toward her peak. Amy had her
instructions, however, and backed off at the last second, gently
caressing Bethany's thighs to calm her. As she subsided, Amy
took up where she had left off. Forty five minutes later, after
being denied countless orgasms, Bethany was screaming, pleading
for release, thrusting her pelvis toward Amy's magic tongue, only
to be denied again and again.
Finally, after an hour of this, I gave Amy the signal she had
been waiting for. Hooking her index finger through Bethany's clit
ring, she began a series of spasmodic jerks, practically lifting
Bethany's hips from the mat, while wildly lashing the distended
clit with her tongue. At the same time, she plunged two fingers
into Bethany's sopping entrance just far enough to massage her
G-spot.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, Bethany. Cum
for me and I'll rape you."
In seconds, every muscle in Bethany's tiny body went rigid and
her pelvis lifted almost a foot off the mat. She emitted a
shriek that had the dogs pawing their ears and shaking their
heads as her body arched between shoulders and heels. Her hips
gave three or four spasmodic thrusts before she went totally limp
and fell, unconscious, back to the mat.
I checked for pulse and breathing, just to be safe, and,
satisfied that she would survive, lifted Amy to her feet, and
kissed her. As a reward, I returned her to the stocks and
started the machine fucking her fast and deep with her favorite
dildo.
As Bethany started to recover, I let her drink some water,
holding her up so she could sip from the glass.
She looked gratefully up at me, but knew better than to speak.
"Are you ready, Bethany?" The shock in her eyes came from the
realization that she WAS ready, as her head nodded almost of its
own accord.
I left her on her back while I removed my clothes. She was
already well acquainted with my cock, but the realization that it
would soon be plundering her tender depths for the first time
caused her eyes to go wide with alarm.
I attached weights to her spikes and clit ring as she lay
passively on the mat, then I turned violent. I grabbed a handful
of her hair and yanked her up to a kneeling position. When she
opened her mouth to scream, I rammed my already engorged member
down her throat in a single stroke. Not giving her any time to
adjust, I started a rapid head fuck, jacking off by yanking her
head rapidly up and down the length of my cock, slamming her nose
into my pubic bone with each inward thrust.
I was already quite aroused from the earlier show with Amy and
knew I wouldn't last long. In a couple of minutes my first load
shot directly down her throat. I stayed embedded in her mouth
while the post-orgasmic super-sensitivity subsided from my
bloated glans and Bethany struggled to draw air through her nose.
I had not given her any instructions about what to do with her
hands, and noted with amusement that they were clasped around my
buttocks, pulling me into her.
When I was ready, I started the fucking motion again, slower this
time, until my erection was restored to maximum rigidity. I
still had my grip on Bethany's blonde tresses, and used it to
position her on hands and knees. Amy's face was only inches from
Bethany's and she watched in fascination as the dildo pounded
relentlessly into her from behind.
The girth of my purple cock-head dwarfed the tiny opening to
Bethany's tunnel, but her own juices provided all the lubrication
I needed to make my entrance. I had promised to rape her, and
that's what I did. No finesse, no adjustment period. I already
knew there was no hymen to worry about, and once my glans was
centered between her lips, I drove in with all the force I could
muster. Even with the copious lubrication, it took three
Herculean strokes to reach the hard bump of her cervix, though I
had yet to sheath about three inches of my length. Each thrust
elicited a high pitched shriek from Bethany, but she made no
effort to get away. Amy's face was a mask of lust as she watched
me plunder Bethany's treasure.
Without pause, I started pistoning my rampant member in and out,
going as deep as I could, with no thought for Bethany's comfort
or pleasure. On about the fifth stroke, I felt something give,
and an extremely tight collar slid down past the crown of my
cock-head to grip the shaft as my pelvis finally slammed into
hers. She had her first orgasm as my cock ploughed through her
cervix, deep into her womb. Amy came seconds later.
The sensation was exquisite. Each outward stroke milked my
swollen glans through the constricting band, and each inward
thrust felt like forcing myself through a greasy, tightly
clenched fist.
Bethany was locked in a continuous series of gut wrenching
orgasms, screaming and tossing her head about as spasm after
spasm shook her body. In the midst of one of these, I withdrew
completely, and before she was aware of what was happening, had
slipped the head of my cock past the unresisting ring of her
anus. While this may have saved her a torn opening, it did
little to alleviate the pain of entry. I doubt she had ever
voided a turd as large as my dick.
"No! Please not there! Please, Sir!" her cries went unheeded, and
she shrieked unintelligibly as I ploughed past the inner
sphincter into her colon. Again I showed no mercy. I pounded
her ass as forcefully as I had her womb, and soon her hips were
thrusting back at me. Her screams changed to groans and then to
guttural grunts emanating from some primeval part of her being.
Her eyes rolled back in her head on each inward stroke, as if my
cock were controlling them through some invisible lever. Her
eyelids started to flutter, and she emitted a visceral howl that
brought the dogs to their feet.
Her rectum milked the length of my cock with involuntary
contractions, and I came like a volcano in her depths, laying on
her back, jerking the weights attached to her breasts, while my
cock turned inside out in her bowels. Bethany's howl became a
banshee wail and she went rigid beneath me, jerking like an
epileptic in the throes of a seizure. I had just enough presence
of mind to collapse sideways, dragging her body with me, instead
of crushing her beneath my bulk.
I don't know how long I lay in a stupor, but I awoke to Caesar's
tongue lapping my face, still rock hard and deeply embedded in
Bethany's bottom. Bethany, who was receiving the same services
from Czar, was also coming around. I leaned over and whispered
in her ear, "How did you like your first rape, Bethany?"
She rolled her shoulders around so she could see my face without
breaking our connection. A troubled look washed over her face as
she contemplated her answer.
"I - I hated it, Sir. But I loved it! How can that be, Sir?"
I smiled down at her. "All your life, you've been conditioned to
believe that rape is horrible, and to avoid it at all costs. For
most people, rape IS horrible, but for a very few, like yourself,
the very horror of it multiplies the pleasure. You hated it
because you're supposed to hate it. You loved it because it
touched something deep inside that you never knew existed until
now."
I disengaged from Bethany and released Amy from the stocks.
After cleaning myself, I told Bethany, "You have done very well,
Bethany, but I require one more thing of you before I let you go.
Please kneel here."
I indicated the pad in front of the stocks that had just held
Amy, whose eyes danced as she suspected what was about to happen.
I had done the same thing to her many times.
Hesitantly, Bethany positioned herself, and without instructions
placed her neck and wrists in the cutouts of the stocks. After
locking her in place, I brushed the hair back from her face and
whispered, "Two more rapes, Bethany, then you are free."
I raised the center portion of the mat underneath her until it
supported her torso, then using my remote, I adjusted the height
of the stocks and the center support to where I wanted them.
Amy, who was familiar with this procedure, secured Bethany's
ankles to the sides of the raised support, up near her shoulders.
This left Bethany's crotch suspended a few inches off the end of
the bench and vulnerable to any assault.
I bent Amy over a horse so I could use her while we both watched
the proceedings, then gave Caesar a hand signal. He knew what
was expected of him, and his cock was already out of its sheath
and dripping pre-cum. Both of the dogs' cocks were easily two
inches longer than mine, though not as thick. They more than
made up for the lack of girth by coming equipped with knots that
swelled to softball size inside their victims, and Caesar's was
already beginning to show.
To minimize the damage from the entry of his knot into Bethany's
vagina, I gave Caesar the signal to mount before it had a chance
to get too big. At first Bethany was confused about why the dog
was being so familiar with her. His real purpose didn't dawn on
her until he tucked his front paws in front of her hips and the
sharply pointed tip of his wet, red cock started probing for her
opening, she turned her head in my direction, her eyes widening
in comprehension, but, surprisingly, said nothing except to emit
a small yip of surprise as Caesar found the spot and drove in
with a single, powerful thrust. Soon, he was practically climbing
her back in his efforts to get as much of his enraged meat into
her as he could. His knot pounded into her cunt lips, gradually
gaining ground until, with one final thrust it slipped between
her petals to the accompaniment of her scream. From the sounds
she was making, the pointed tip of his saber must have penetrated
her cervix at the same time. Bethany forgot all about me and Amy
and sank into the depravity of her role as Caesar's bitch. Again
she was launched into a series of soul searing orgasms as
Caesar's giant knot swelled her belly like she was pregnant, his
short, staccato thrusts now having just one purpose - to
impregnate this bitch.
Amy was cumming around my cock, remembering her own sessions with
the dogs, as I stroked slowly in and out of her cunt. The sight
of Caesar's knot moving within Bethany's belly reminded Amy of
how her own vagina had stretched around that marvelous weapon
while her cervix milked the pointy shaft.
Once he was properly seated, Caesar didn't take long to come, his
hot fluids inflating Bethany's womb until there was nowhere for
it to go but to blast through the seal of her cervix and back
into her vaginal passage. The sensation of the overheated lava
coating her insides sent Bethany over the edge again, which
triggered another 'sympathy' climax in Amy.
Caesar knew better than to try to dismount until his knot
deflated, so we all rested and waited for softball sized lump to
shrink to a size that wouldn't rip Bethany to shreds as he
withdrew it. Bethany said nothing, but fixed me with a look that
spoke volumes. She wasn't entirely happy about the situation,
but was still glowing from her last climax, while trying to
reconcile the conflicting emotions that roiled within her.
When Caesar finally pulled out, a flood of slimy fluids gushed
from Bethany's much enlarged hole. I whispered instructions into
Amy's ear, then dropped down to one knee in front of Bethany.
"One more, Bethany, are you ready?" I studied her face for signs
of excessive strain, but though she was still afraid, she
hesitated only a moment before nodding her assent.
I gave Czar his cue and he wasted no time approaching Bethany's
backside. Her eyes went wide and she started to protest when Amy
applied K-Y to her asshole, but a finger to my lips stopped her
with her mouth open. The expression on her face was priceless as
Czar mounted her and Amy guided his cock to her rear opening. I
had saved Czar for this event because his knot was slow to
inflate, which allowed him to stroke long and deep until a few
seconds before he shot his load.
Again Bethany's eyes rolled back in her head as though controlled
by the fuck stick stabbing into her colon, and almost
immediately, her eyelids started to flutter.
I bent Amy over the horse again, and after a few strokes in her
vagina to moisten my cock, sank into her ass in one long smooth
push. Amy enjoyed being fucked in the ass, as she did almost
everything I did to her, but it wasn't her favorite thing. I
didn't care. This was for my pleasure.
I plundered her ass with increasingly faster strokes as I watched
Czar drive Bethany through one climax after another. Finally, I
could see her sphincter expanding and contracting as his knot
started to grow, sending shockwaves up her spine as it sped in
and out of her inexperienced ass. One final, hard thrust and the
knot was locked in Bethany's rectum, stretching its walls to
impossible dimensions and forcing Czar to switch to short,
jackhammer strokes as he drove toward his release.
Bethany was lost in her own world, emitting high pitched squeaks
and primitive grunts, interspersed with deep throated moans whose
pitch soared into the ultrasonic as she was catapulted from one
peak to the next in a violent crescendo of spasming muscles and
twitching limbs that threatened to tear Czar's engorged cock from
its roots. He drove in as deeply as he could one final time,
blasting the tiny blonde bitch's colon with scalding cum and
driving her over the brink of the chasm to plunge into blackness,
still cumming around his formidable spear.
The spectacle finished me off as well. I pounded unmercifully
into Amy's ass, coating her insides with about a gallon of my
spew.
By the time my cock had finished throbbing, I needed to piss so
badly it hurt. I concentrated a little and released my bladder
deep into Amy's bowels. It took her a few seconds to realize what
I was doing, then the total depravity of my using her ass as a
toilet overtook her and she exploded in her own orgasm.
Panting and groaning, all three of us rested while Czar waited
for Bethany's ass to release his knot. Czar seemed the least
affected, as he rested on top of his diminutive mate, his tongue
lolling from the side of his mouth while his tail waved happily
to and fro.
Bethany was still out when Czar disengaged from her gaping hole,
allowing torrents of his cum to cascade from her ass and join
Caesar's on the waterproof mat surrounding her bench. Amy and I
extracted the bedraggled form from the stocks and half walked -
half carried her to the dungeon shower. She revived only partly
as we cleaned the various residues of today's encounters from her
flesh and body cavities. We took turns supporting her weight as
Amy and I cleaned ourselves, then dried her as best we could
before putting her to bed on a cot I kept in the cellar. I left
the pantry entry open as Amy and I emerged into the kitchen.
Amy had to work early the next day, so she went home to sleep in
her own bed, giving me a lingering kiss as she headed out the
door. I ate some leftovers then climbed under the covers of my
own bed. I was sound asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow,
and woke only once during the night - when a naked female form
slipped under the covers, and, fitting the curve of her ass into
the V of my crotch while placing my free hand on her breasts,
fell fast asleep. As delicious as it felt to feel my cock
nestled in crack of her ass, I, too, went back to sleep, as if it
were the most natural thing in the world.
The sun and the dogs scratching to be let out woke us in the
morning, still spooned together. Bethany smiled as I kissed her
lightly on ear, but didn't say anything.
I completed my morning ablutions and laid Bethany's clothes on
the cedar chest beside the bed. Amy had washed them and even the
shoes were once again spotless. She dressed while I threw
together some bacon and eggs and sourdough biscuits.
I left a 'seed' of the sourdough in the enormous wooden bowl full
of flour, and mixed in some buttermilk and lard to make enough
dough for tomorrow's batch of biscuits. I then covered the bowl
with a cotton flour sack and put it back in it's place of honor
on the pantry shelf to ferment.
Bethany looked at me skeptically when I dropped one of the heavy
biscuits on her extended plate, nearly knocking it from her
hand, but watched as I sliced one horizontally through the middle
and slathered the halves with homemade butter and wild honey.
She emulated me, and her skepticism turned to surprised delight
as she took her first bite.
"I never tasted anything so wonderful!" she gushed.
I merely smiled and finished my own breakfast as Bethany polished
off her eggs and bacon and three more biscuits. When she finally
leaned back from the table, I noted with approval that she had
left her bra off. I leaned over and touched one of her spikes
through the material of her top. She pushed her chest out at my
touch.
"Do you want to keep these?" I asked softly.
Without the slightest hesitation, she looked me in the eye and
replied "Oh, yes. Sir."
I handed her a clear plastic case with a variety of accessories
that could screw into the spikes, including the barb retractors
that would allow her to remove the spikes if she chose. She let
me know she recognized them by running her finger over that part
of the case, but only smiled and tucked the case into her bag.
Finally, we were at the door. She kissed me lightly on the lips,
then turned to go. Her shiny red mustang stood waiting in the
yard, already pointed at the track.
"Bethany!" She turned with eyebrows raised "Who told you about
me?"
She looked trapped for an instant, "H-how did you know?"
"Spark plug wires don't come loose on new Mustangs by
themselves." I smiled "but don't worry, I just like to thank my
benefactors. You'd be surprised how many young students I get
out here from Pullman."
She smiled back "Molly. Molly Pierce!"
As she threw her bag into the passenger seat and waved a final
goodbye, I remembered Molly. She was my first. About five six
with fiery red hair. Her favorite thing was my fist. It didn't
matter which hole. Her second favorite thing was to lay back on
my chest with my cock in her ass while one of the dogs ravished
her cunt.
Molly was due for another visit soon. I'd have to come up with
something really special for her. Just then, one of the horses
trotted across the clearing, parting the dust of the Mustang's
departure.
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