Watch What You Ask For

WATCH WHAT YOU ASK FOR

A young couple shares an interest in BDSM stories on the internet and on a whim contacts one of their favorite authors from a particular site requesting personal attention.  Getting his response, they accept his conditions and follow his instructions to have a storyline involving them.  

PART ONE… Before the storyline begins, the heroin needs to be properly presented visually to the author. 

Chapter One

Just finishing her shower and drying herself off, a quick hit on a bud and a half of Xanex, softly stepping into the computer room, she sits on her nude fiancé’s lap.  Feeling the buzz, flirtatious, black thong panties barely covering her bare, freshly shaven pubic mound, the matching low cut French bra revealing the puffiness of her dark, silver dollar sized areolas, she reaches out, cups her hands behind his neck, glances toward the computer’s monitor.  The BDSM story scrolled across the screen, she tilts her head over against his neck as she feels the firmness of his stiff manhood pressing against the back of her thigh.  Being ignored as he’s engrossed in the storyline, she presses her breasts across his bare chest, wiggles her hips across his lap, across the hump.

“Wish you’d pay as much attention to me as you do that damn website.”  She grunts, mostly pouts as she glances at what he’s reading, glares back toward him.  “That another story by that same guy?”  She mumbles as she sees he’s near the end of the chapter, the bottom half of the screen white.

“Yea… Yea, and fuck, it’s one of his best!”  He grunts as he scrolls the last of the story across the monitor.

Again glancing toward the screen, back toward him, she asks.  “This one of his usual harsh one’s?... Or a rare sexy one I don’t mind skimming over once in a while?”  She asks, again circling her arm around his neck, pressing her damp flesh against his bare skin as she pouts.  “Christ… I think you’d rather read his damn stories then fuck me!”

Brushing her arm aside, grinning at her frowned expression, he smirks.  “Actually, I’d rather fuck you, okay?… But, like in one of his stories, if you really want to know the truth.”

“Rea… Really?”  She practically stutters.  “You… You’d really want to hurt me like… Like in his stories?”

“Damn!”  He mutters, his finger working the keys as he tries to get to the member page, to give his favorite author a pat on the back, maybe beg for another quick chapter or two to the latest gripping tale giving him a heart on.  Glancing into her hazing, dark eyes, trying to be appeasing, he gives her a sheepish grin as he glances toward her nearly bare breasts, at the rest of her pretty fucking amazing body in her own right.  Feeling his cock getting even harder with that thought, and the nerve to actually admit it to her, he adds.  “Like in his sexier stories… You know… Not the really, really rough ones… You know… A little S and M.”  He continues both nervous and excited, his cock throbbing against her bare buttocks as he watches her shocked expression.  “Some rough sex for a change maybe… And… And you know what?   You’d look pretty damn hot as a damsel in distress… All naked and bound… Some whips and chains.”

“Fuck you!”  She smirks, leaning back, her annoyance at the very suggestion offensive as she slips off his lap, stands facing him with her hands on her hips.  “Think I’d let you do some shit to me like in his stories?”  She growls, arching her chest out as her thighs spread apart, her legs a tad rubbery.  “I’ve gone along with some mutual… Mutual stuff we kind of like… The… The ice cubes… Even a little tit slapping, nipple clamping… Shit like that!”  Cupping her left breast through the bra with her left hand, grabbing her crotch with the other, she continues.  “Even don’t mind being tied up a little… But whips?... Chains?... Fuck that you asshole!”

The cat out of the bag, realizing the world of shit he’s gotten himself into, he slowly shakes his head back and forth, lets it all out as he pounds on the keys.  “Most of the time I read these stories… Fuck… Most of them I picture you as the girl he’s describing… Okay?... There!... And… And besides, the whips and shit, that’s just a fucking expression!.. Okay?... Damn… I can’t help fantasizing sometimes about working over those big ass titties of yours… Fuck, I love ‘em!”

Frowning, glancing at the screen, realizing he’s fucking with the computer keys, typing as he talks, she slowly shakes her head, crosses her arms as the ends of her damp dark hair tangles across her shoulders, droplets of water soaking the tops of her bra.  Her own heart pounding, she senses the pulse of each thumping beat against her flattening arms, the feel of her hardening nipples responding to the cool water, or could it maybe just be something else.  Nibbling at her lower lip as she watches him finishing his worshipping score, watching him lean back, begin to send the message, she blurts.  “Fuck!… Why don’t you just ask him to write you a story involving me then?... Using me as his model for you, huh, fuck-head?”

A hesitation, a glance from the computer screen to her, he feels his cock instantly throbbing, stiffening, his chest pounding as he stares toward her, her nipples obviously hardening above her crossed arms, their dark silhouettes pronounced through the lace cups.  “You… You fucking serious?... I… I mean, you fucking with me or what?...... I… I fucking will in a heartbeat!”

“Fucking do it if that’s what you… You need that to want to fuck me!… Then go ahead… Have him e-mail your ass… Find out if he will… If you really want too.”  She answers, arching her shoulders back, palms of her hands spreading outwards as she thrusts her breasts out, continuing.  “You can describe me to him if he agrees… Every thing from these big ‘ol titties you loved so much when I was a Hooter’s calendar girl… Down to my shaved pussy, then have him write something sexy, erotic for you to do with me.”

Hardly believing what he’s hearing, better yet he’s almost certain she’s not so pissed by the thought.  Actually, by her behavior, her body language, he believes she just might be harboring a little excitement, anticipation herself, even if it’s taking her to be a little stoned to let it slip out.

“Okay… Okay!”  He nods, his fingers nervous on the keys, the thoughts of the endless possibilities, letting the author of those incredible tales write a story, maybe even chapter after chapter of her being subjected to his whims.  “Let’s see… I bet he will!”  Fuck, I hope to hell he will, he thinks to himself as he’s suddenly ready to mount her, fuck her brains out as soon as he sends the message.

Chapter Two

       A couple days passing, a third and a forth, she finds a new e-mail in the mailbox just as he’s due home.  It’s finally the e-mail she’s been anticipating as much as him, just not in the same vein.  Scrolling through, reading it a second time, her stomach churns as she leaves it on the screen, thinks about its consequences.  Knowing what his response is going to be, knowing she’s opened the door for his darker fantasies, she realizes she has no choice but to let him read it, to decide if he’s acceptable to the demands, and of course he’ll want her to accept the conditions too.  Fuck, why’d she let that roach and Xanax speak for her, she thinks to herself as she defensively cups her breasts, thinks of the e-mail’s harsh, even embarrassing demands, its instructions as she hears the garage door open. But, on the other hand, she thinks to herself, the sex the other night was flat out fucking incredible after she submitted to the idea.

       Seeing the look on her face as he enters through the kitchen, the monitor on, he smiles as he quickly steps toward the computer.  “He answer us today?”  He asks as he sits, glances at the message.  “Fuck me!”  Obviously excited, glancing toward her, quickly back toward the screen, scrolling the message a second, third time, he feels her leaning against his backside, her hand on his shoulder.  Reaching up with his right hand, cupping her hand, he again slowly scrolls the message.  “Well?”  Turning staring into her dark eyes, the stoic look on her face, he repeats.  “Well… Not all that bad… Huh?”

       A nibble on her lower lip, the obvious excitement, enthusiasm of his response, she slowly, nervously nods her head as she squeezes his hand.  “Do… Do you think I… I mean we… We have to accept everything he’s ordering… I mean… Don’t you think we should at least try… Try to refuse some of those demands if we decide to do this?”  Almost a pleading look into his eyes, instantly realizing there’s not a chance in hell her word means a thing, she just nods in disapproval as she awaits his answer.

       “Damn it to Hell!… You see what he wants!”  He whines as he nods, glances back at the screen.   “See…See, right there at the very end.”  ‘No alterations to my instructions… Respond as instructed to the letter or don’t respond at all… THIS IS YOUR ONLY OPORTUNITY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE SOLICITED… You have twenty-four hours to respond.’  Again glancing back at her, gripping her hand, he almost sounds like a high school kid in heat as he squeezes.  “It’s… It’s just going to be between us… No one else will even know who he’s writing about… Or nothing!... Okay?... No one’s going to see the pictures, like he says, it’s for his initial research to do the story!… Okay?... Huh?”

       “But… But he wants those damn pictures of me!… Wants them sent to him over the internet… Wants to see me naked, not you!... You don’t have anything to worry about!”  She knowingly begins her losing battle.  “To see me… See me bent over, spreading, stretching.”  She pleads as she half heartedly mimics the poses.  “And… And photos of clamps and stuff like rubber bands on me before he even starts the story, he says!”

       “I… I know some of those poses are embarrassing… But… But I think he just … I mean he wants to make sure you’re real… I mean we’re not just sending him some… Some fake pictures.”  He blurts, justifying the poses listed one by one in the e-mail.  “Understand?”  He almost pleadingly continues.  “That way he’ll know you’re real… And… And he’ll be writing something about you… For… For you!”

       “You really want me to do this… Don’t you?”  She almost scowls as she slowly shakes her head as she folds her arms beneath her breasts.  “You’ll let him humiliate me… Hurt me…  Huh?”

       Turning from the screen and eye level with her chest, both breasts folded out over her arms just in front of his face, feeling the stirring deep inside his stomach, struggling to find a way to convince her, he notices the puckering cloth of her blouse, even through her bra, the outlines of her rock hard nipples.  “Christ… Look down at your tits!”  Reaching around, slipping his hand up her skirt, his index finger flicking across her inner thigh, poking across her moist labium, he smiles.  “Fuck!... That pussy’s wet too!”  Glancing up into her piercing eyes as she almost stumbles back, her hands brushing down across his, her face reddening, the crimson blush even spreading across her chest, he can’t help grinning.  “You want to show off for him too, don’t you?... You horny little bitch!... Don’t you?”  Reaching up with his other hand, cupping, manipulating a firm breast, he’s relieved as he adds.  “You want to become his whore in a story of his as much as I want you too!... Tell the truth, don’t you?”

       Knowing deep inside there’s more then a shred of truth, realizing her body’s responding to the thoughts of what the message is demanding of her, she can only nod, again crossing her breasts with her arms, anticipating what she’s about to agree to, what’s going to be expected of her, and most of all, what she’s going to agree to be subjected too.  Glancing toward the monitor, she again nods, reads out loud a partial scroll as her voice almost breaks.  “She is to model for photos directed by my e-mails as the story unfolds and sent to me for each chapter before it’s released… The settings will be stark… The implements will be authentic and realistically applied precisely as directed… Or the story will end… Permanent.”

       Listening to her, again turning, slipping a hand across her thigh, he smiles up into her dark eyes.  “Well… Well then!... See… That means there’s nothing to worry about huh?”  Turning toward the screen, he reads it himself, turns back.  “See?.. What it means is… Is if it gets too rough or something… You… We don’t have to continue and it will be done… Over… Finished!... Okay?”

       Glancing toward the screen, still barely nodding her head, she somehow knows better, she knows he won’t want it to end, and even worse, she probably won’t either once she allows herself to be drawn into the fantasy, into a storyline by this mesmerizing author like other’s he’s written that she secretly fantasized about, envisioning she was the victim, even masturbated too while alone, of course without her fiancé knowing it!  Besides, after all, why else would she let him read such stories?

       “Oh… Okay… I… I guess… But… But you gotta’ promise you won’t get mad if it’s not what we expected… Okay?”  She half whimpers with an affirmative nod.

       A smile, a nod back, he answers.  “Absolutely… You can trust me on that!”

Chapter Three    

       Fucking unbelievable he thinks to himself as he stands in front of her with the digital camera as she slips the loosely clinging terrycloth towel from just below her bare breasts.  Realizing she’s just a tad high, something to help her though the ‘shoot’ as his cock’s already hard in his trousers, he anticipates the next couple hours of photographing the list of poses, especially the very last.  The dark curtain behind her forms a backdrop, actually a drape hung across the rear of the garage with the first picture of her nude and staring at the camera.  Focusing in with the automatic setting, centering her pose, she remains basically expressionless, dropping the white towel toward the floor, across her feet just before the camera’s click.

       “Okay… Let’s see.”  He speaks, glancing down at the printed list.  “Sideways… Look straight ahead, keep you hands at your sides and push those titties out for the camera.”

       Watching her turn, her braided hair tugged severely back, the single dark tail brushing across her back, her breasts jaunting straight out, the nipples high, almost pointed, he again clicks the button as he centers her through the viewer.  Glancing up at her fixed image, her evenly tanned flesh virtually flawless, freshly shaven from the neck down, glistening from a fresh coat of body oil he helped apply, he watches her flat stomach barely raising, lowering beneath the outline of her ribcage.

       “Okay… Arms above your head… Stretch, interlock your fingers as you tiptoe.”  He suggests, again reading from the list.  Just ordering her to pose has his cock rock hard, especially anticipating the final third or so of the photos.   “And… And don’t be so mundane… Okay?... It’s… It’s just a few easy photos to start with… And push that butt out a little more.”

       Again flicking the button just as she holds her breath, forces her globular mounds to thrust even further outward, her buttocks to arch back as ordered; he restrains himself from taking a break, bending her over and fucking her brains out.  Almost overwhelmed by the thought of sending her nude photos to the author, a stranger who will see her every attribute, her blatant poses he’s ordered, he can’t help from anticipating what the storyline will be like, what other photos will have to be taken to correspond with the author’s on going work. 

       “Now… Face me and do a couple jumping jacks or so.”  He orders, his fingers almost quivering across the camera as she turns, stares straight at the camera, almost surreally does a hop, spreads her legs, also her arms as her breasts bounce, sway while the balls of her feet tap across the concrete.  Missing the first jump, glancing into the viewfinder, he clicks just as her spread feet leave the floor a second time.  Watching the lens as the photo reveals itself, staring closer at the image, he waves a hand, admires the image of her spread-eagled naked body in the air, her breasts nearly beneath her chin as the dark, thick nipples point in opposite directions.  “Okay… Okay… Got it!”

       Again aligning the camera, seeing the smirk begin to form on her perfectly made up face, the red lips, the dark eye shadow, he glances at the list he’s already memorized.  “Hands behind your neck… Arch your shoulders back… Spread your legs and push those titties straight toward the camera… Tease the camera some… Come on… You can do it!... Lighten up!”

       Again obediently following his directions, assuming the pose, she still projects a stoic expression, her breasts centered in the viewfinder before leaning way forward, giving just a hint of a smile as she lets her globular mounds gently sway back and forth.  A snap of the photo, almost like the classic through a peephole shot, and her breasts take up most of the photo practically blocking her face.  Stepping back a step, aiming again, he takes another quick shot.  This one perfect, her body dimensions more lifelike, the urge of fucking her mounts as again the thoughts of the upcoming photos make the wait worthwhile.

       “Turn… Face away from the camera.”  Again positioning the camera as she responds, his voice almost cackles as he adds.  “Spread those legs and press your butt cheeks apart with your fingers while looking back at me from between your thighs.”

       Twisting around, bending, spreading her naked body, her hair dangling from the back of her down turning head as her eyes dart toward the lens, he snaps the photo just as she grips her butt cheeks, spreads wide, her puckered rectum just above her stretching labia folds fully exposing her spreading slit parted by the bright red fingernails.  Again the photo emerging crystal clear with her thighs glistening, the rounded curves of her buttocks firm, shimmery, he bites his lower lip as she’s still bent over, gives him an obvious flirtatious smile, pats the matching rumps with the palms of her hands while she’s obviously taking his advice to loosen up, for the time being.

       “Okay… Okay… It’s about to get a little more serious… And needless to say, little more painful… So don’t get carried away just yet!”  He contradicts himself, blurting out as he takes a quick snap of the camera’s button, a picture for himself.

       Again glancing at the sheet, back toward her still spreading her buttocks, he directs.  “Okay… Now a backward arch…  Balls of your feet and palms of your hands on the floor and give the camera a nice round arc… Okay?”

       Straightening, turning toward the camera, raising her arms while bending backwards, bowing into a semi arch as her fingers flatten across the floor, she arches her torso upwards.  Spreading her arms, legs apart, she shuffles her hands and feet across the garage floor’s surface as her firm breasts jiggle as they jaunt upward.  The hardening nipples centering on the perfect mounds separating outward as she cranes her neck and tucks her head beneath her shoulders, she lets the trail of her hair scrape across the floor as she becomes rigid in her pose.  Her naked body glistening in the viewfinder, the tautness of her bare flesh revealing her ribcage, her straining thighs, her hollowing stomach, he slowly steps around her nude form, snaps photos from several revealing angles, finishing with a couple close-ups of her bulging breasts and finally her gapping slit.

       Stepping quickly back toward the workbench, glancing at the list, he sees the next photo’s to be of her on her backside, lifting and spreading her legs apart, above her head.  Glancing back toward her, her body still in the arched position as she awaits his next instructions, sliding his hand across his crotch, the thickness of his cock bulging between his fingers, still tempted to straddle her, ram his cock in her spread cunt up to the hilt, he nervously snaps another unordered photo.

       “Okay… Now… Now turn over on your back… Lift your legs up past your face by the ankles.”  He orders, stepping toward her, focusing the camera.

Watching her slump down across the floor, reach down and grip her ankles as instructed, he positions himself next to her as she raises her legs, rocks back.  Glancing into her eyes as she briefly stares back, watching her body continuing to arch back into a ball, he positions the camera as her toes tilt back to touch the floor above her head.  Knees spreading, buttocks thrusting upwards off the floor, breasts pressing together between her thighs as her arms stretch above her head while gripping her ankles, her contorted body glistens in the lens as her vagina gaps obscenely open just below her expressionless face.  A couple shots from between her legs, her dark eyes darting at the camera between her melon sized breasts, again he feels his cock aching, throbbing.

“Okay… Now… Now stand up.”  He orders as he sits the camera onto the bench.  “Here’s where it gets a little more serious.”  Glancing at the sheet, watching her stand, step next to the bench beside him, he feels her hand on his shoulder, her other hand slipping down across his crotch.  Sensing her fingers gripping, manipulating, he feels the warmth of her breathe across his neck, ear.

”Make love to me!”  The whisper in his ear, turning toward her, their mouths just inches apart, she repeats.  “Do me… Make me cum before we go any further!... Help me get more in the mood!”

Her breasts scrapping across his arm, her hazing eyes staring into his, her fingers begin stroking his throbbing shaft.  His cock already firm almost aches, ready to explode a load at any moment.  “No… No, not yet… Damn-it… Let’s get… Get the photos and send them First… Then we’ll have the rest of the night.”

A pouting expression, her arms crossing beneath her chest, her nipples point away from one another as her breasts lift upwards, jaunt outward.  Glancing down at her firm mounds, she whines.  “Okay… Fuck… Go ahead then… And clamp my fucking titties for the bastard.”

Clothespins lying on the bench, picking up one of the wooden pins, squeezing its handles, he watches her twist around toward him offering her left breast first.  Palming her breast, slightly squeezing the firm flesh, he watches the nipple pucker as he slips the pin deep across the areola encompassing the nub.  Releasing his grip, the sound of the pin’s metal springs tensing, springing shut is overridden by her whimpers, her breast twitching as the wooden tip sinks into the dark flesh as she blurts.  “Oomph!… Damn-it… That fucking hurts!”

Pressing his thighs together, his cock pulsing, probing against the fly of his trousers, he reaches for another clothespin, cups her other breast, twisting her toward him.  Slipping the widening clamp across that puckered nipple, the tips pressing into the tan flesh of the areola, he lets that pin clamp shut, the thickened nub flattening, spreading out from the edges of the pin’s flat tips as he listens to her response.  “Oomph!... Fuck!... Oh fuck!... Fuck me, that really hurts!!”

Head twisting, both nipples jiggling with the burrowing clothespins firmly gripping both swollen nubs, she arches her shoulders back as she slips her hands behind her back, interlocks her fingers together.  Glancing down from one breast to the other, glaring up toward his almost sheepish reaction, she mutters.  ”Quick… Take the fucking pictures… Oh God!…  Damn it… These hurt like hell!”  Stepping back a step, shoving her breasts outward like she knows she’s suppose to for the photo, a tear drips off her cheek as both nipples pulse from the pinching, clamping pins deep on her tender tit flesh.  “Hurry up… Take the fucking pictures… They hurt!!”

Grabbing, almost dropping the camera, finally focusing on her quivering bare mounds, the wooden pins jiggling outward, he snaps a couple quick shots as she faces him.  Almost muttering, he waves her to turn.  “Face toward the side, arms back… Back!”  Keeping the camera trained, watching her twist and face as directed, he snaps a couple more of her side profile, the clothespins standing straight out from her compressed nipples twitching on her almost overly large melon sized globes.

“Good… Good, perfect.”  He mutters as he watches her reach up, grip the clothespins with both hands

Staring directly into his eyes, she grunts as she unclamps her breasts.  “Oomph… Fuck!”  Slowly holding the clothe pins out to him, already also knowing what the next photo’s going to feature, she face him, spreads her legs as she almost angrily speaks.  “Go ahead, get it fucking over with!” 

Lowering the camera, struck by the sight of the deep imprints left by the clasping pins, he reaches his free hand out, takes the pins, drops one on the table.  Squeezing the other pin open, reaching down, spreading the clamp across the nub of her exposed clit, he flicks his wrist, forces the pin inward before releasing it.

“Aaaggghhhrrr!”  A hoarse grunt, twisting her head to the side, her braided hair flipping across her shoulder, she cups both breasts and tenderly presses the nubs of her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as another tear streaks down her cheek.  “Fuck… Get the damn photo!”

Kneeling, a direct shot focused on her shaven pubic area, snapping a couple photos of the firmly clamped clothespin twitching in the gap between her legs, he glances up past her breasts, into her welling eyes.  Reaching for the pin, his fingers quivering more then her trembling thighs, he tugs as he clasps his fingers across the wooden handles, tugs the flat tips away from her moist, stretching clit.

“Oomph… Motherfucker!”  More cursing as her hand jerks down across her stomach, her fingers flattening across the bare, aching nub of her clit as her other forearm covers her bare breasts.  “Damn… Damn it!... Those pins are tight as hell!”  Her hand massaging her clit, her nipples covered, her voice breaks as she asks.  “We still have to do the last photos… He… He won’t let us just send these?”

“Have to finish up… Like he ordered.”  He admonishes her, knowing deep inside he’d tell her the same even if they could get by without the last photos, the photos he’s been waiting to snap.  “We have to send the complete collection… Let’s get it over with… Okay?”

“Fuck it!… I can’t believe rubber bands on my titties!”  She shakes her head, feigning any concern even though she slipped a couple across her breasts earlier while alone, and it hurt like hell after awhile.   “What’s pictures of that going to do for anybody anyway?... And like I need my arms bound behind my back to accept a few fucking bands on my tits!... I’m a big girl!”

A tolerable nod, again cupping her hands behind her back, clenching her fingers against the small of her back, she realizes its going to take a while before the next photos are taken by the number of rubber bands laying across the table.  Turning as he takes a couple black plastic draw tights from the counter top, she feels her wrists pressing together as the thin plastic strap digs into her flesh.  Barely able to twist her hands, she feels a second strap slipped between her back and upper arms, drawn tight with a couple firm jerks forcing her shoulders back, her chest to thrust outward.  “Oomph… That’s… That’s tight enough!”  She mutters as her breasts sway, bouncing as he gives a third harsh jerk.  “Oomph!... Okay… Okay I said… Fuck!”

Turning toward him, her breasts jaunting outward, the nipples with their indented impressions still visible, jiggling as they spread with her shoulders, she can sense his eagerness to prepare her.  Glancing down toward her glistening breasts, watching his hand cup the bottom of her left globe, she slowly shakes her head back and forth as he slips a thick rubber band around his spreading fingers, stretches the band across her bulging globe.  “Ouch!”  Feeling the band snap around her tit flesh, his hand slipping away, she watches the band sink painfully into her firm flesh, barely visible.

Glancing up into his eyes, his concentration on her breast ignoring her stare, she nibbles on her lower lip as she watches a second band stretch around his spreading fingers.  Her breast cupped tighter, the next band slipped across her already slightly discoloring globe, she feels the crisp pain of that rubber band snapping in place an inch or so in front of the first.  “Oomph!... Oh Fuck!”  She mutters as her breast forms into more of a tubular shape, the darkening nipple pointing outward from the widening areola.  Sensing his fingers trembling below her breast as he lifts it upwards in his palm, seeing the third band stretched, dragged across her already aching tit flesh, unnecessarily spread wider to snap together, she bites her lower lip as he flicks the third band another inch or so in front of the second.

“Agggghhhhh!”  Her breast  pulsing as it  morphs into a darker purplish shade, the stinging of each almost disappearing band seeming to escalate as he drops his hand from beneath her breast allowing it to stand outright on its own, she watches as the forth band’s slipped just behind her stretching dark areola, spread and snapped into the aching flesh.  “Aaaggghhh!... Damn it…. Damn it… Oh… Shit!”  More cursing as she twists, her banded breast flailing away from his grasp, slapping against her arched back shoulder, bouncing painfully back.

Deep into his work, ignoring her anger, her pain, he ad-libs, pulls out his hanky, presses it between her lips, stuffing it back in her throat.  “Don’t worry… It’s clean.”  He smirks.

Just grunts to match her surprised expression, he continues with the last band, small, almost too small to stretch open.  Spreading it between his fingernail and thumb, pressing it against the taut surface of her areola, around her nipple, letting it flick closed, it burrows around the edge of the thick nub as he watches it disappear into her dark but almost translucent flesh.

“Aaaggghhh!!!.... Aaaggghhh!”  Muffled screams as she turns away, twisting as the bands seem to shrink ever tighter by each passing moment.  Tears streaking from her welling eyes, she twists, turns back and forth, shakes her head as he cups her other breast, stretches a rubber band between his widening fingers.

Sliding that band deep onto her breast, snapping it against her bare flesh, he feels the dampness of the pre cum spreading inside his trousers.  Continuously watching her first globe become darker and darker, the puffy button of a nipple, flesh swelling between the rows of stretching bands, becoming more taut even as he snaps band after band on her other breast, he also enjoys her inaudible pleadings, the feel of her trembling body as she arches, twists with the last painful snap of the larger rubber band across her searing tit flesh.  Finishing with the tiny band across her other nipple, grabbing her by her waist as her knees almost buckle from the excruciating pain, he turns her back toward the workbench, presses her butt cheeks against its edge and retrieves the camera.

Focusing on her breasts, on her face, stepping toward her side to snap photos of her almost caricature breasts with the multiple bands causing ripple after ripple of purplish flesh jaunting straight out seemingly a foot or so off from her glistening torso, he glances at her pleading eyes as she turns her head toward the camera.  Hesitating, he watches her aggressively jerk her head up and down as her eyes dart downward toward her purple breasts, almost begging him to take the photos, get the fuck done.  A few snaps, finishing with the camera, he smiles at her as he sets it on the counter.

Her whimpers hoarse, her pleading eyes dark and swollen as she tiptoes, prances as her breasts bounce, bobble in front of her, the time’s finally come, he’s ready to take her, to fuck her hard and deep.  Twisting her around by her waist, kicking her ankles apart with his left foot and  unbuckling his belt, he drops his trousers, his cock dripping a stream of milky fluid, pulsing and twitching as he cups his swollen shaft in his fist, forces the engorged crown of his cock between her spread thighs.  Ramming inward, burrowing past the stretching folds of her labia, his scrotum slapping beneath his ramming cock, he reaches around with his open fists, grabs, squeezes the rock hard tubes of banded tit flesh.

“Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!”  Pounding deeper with each thrust, his grunts louder then her wheezing gurgles, he twists, grinds her breasts between his clenching fists, feeling the taut rubber bands with his fingers.  “Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!”  A steady rhythm, the harshest fuck he’s ever forced on her and he feels his nine inches of cock throbbing between his shaking thighs, his knees bowing as he holds off, quickly steps back while his thick shaft pulses, oozes as it springs free.

Twisting her around by her left breast, staring into her hazed, unbelieving eyes, he forces her down on her knees with his free hand, rips the handkerchief from between her lips as he grunts.  “Keep that mouth open… Suck this cock and swallow it all or those rubber bands will stay on those tits all night!”  Shoving the glistening head of his shaft between her still parted lips, ramming it across her flattened tongue, feeling it burrowing into her swelling throat, he again grips both breasts in his twisting fists, jerks her forward as his load pulses, explodes from deep inside as he grunts.  “Aaaagggghhhhhh!”  Hearing her gurgle, feeling another pulsing load gushing from his throbbing cock, he again grunts.  “Aaaagggghhh!”  A third, a forth spurt as he grinds her breasts against his thighs, feels the cum spurting a last time.

Holding tight, slowly slipping his cock from her stretched mouth, hearing the rasping suction as it plops free, her wheezing breaths as she gasps for air, he kneels in front of her, slowly lifts her up to her feet.  Her backside again pressed against the edge of the table, reaching for the scissors on the bench, carefully snipping band after band, holding each breast one at a time as the rubber bands snap, stretch outward as they tug at her bruised tit flesh, her grunts, whimpers correspond with each snip of the scissors  until both discolored globes are unbound. Turning her around, snipping the draw-tights from her arms, her wrists, she twists, slumps across the table on her backside, her tortured breasts swaying, bruised and battered, as she’s barely able to cup them in her hands.

“Time to send the photos across the internet!... Okay?”  He smiles, reaches for the camera, lifts her hands away, snaps a couple more photos of her naked and battered breasts as her exhausted body bows back across the flat surface.  Leaning over, kissing her on the cheek as her dazed eyes barely open between her swollen eyelids, hardly acknowledging her barely coherent nod, he takes the camera to the computer room.  Whistling to himself while loading the computer, he can’t help thinking, what the fuck, the story hasn’t even begun yet!  Where the hell can it go from here?

End Part One