WHATEVER YOU WANT
Chapter 10
I didn't get back to play with her bruises.
In fact, it was over three years before I saw Paul again. I had yet another run
in with the cops and ended up doing time for borrowing some wanker's car, and
his wallet, oh .. and his wife. A legal technicality (just occasionally, I
thank god for lawyers) got me off the rape charge, but they hit me hard for the
car and the money.
After I came out of prison I did this and that for a while and then, one
afternoon, I was sitting in a bar fucking miles away from the old town, just
getting into my third beer, when Paul walked in. He had been travelling to sort
out some deal on porn films and, as always, he preferred to drive rather than
fly. Paul liked to slowly cruise in the car for hundreds of miles, often taking
a few days, rather than have the hassle of airports and loads of officials
checking him out. It was like we hadn't missed a day since our last meeting and
we sat and talked for hours.
We talked about everything. Football, the fucking government, the cops, that
tasty new starlet with the big tits that's on all the magazines, everything. I
told him about my time inside, which was fucking boring, and he told me about
how he had moved on with his perverted life.
"What you been doing while I've been avoiding faggots?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, fucking this and that. General enjoyable stuff like I've been
doing for years. Got into making porn films and I've been having loads of fun
on the internet."
"Yeah, I know," I replied, "I love those porn sites."
"Oh, they're OK, but that's not what I meant. I have a nice little stable of
on-line sluts. You know. They want their lives fucked up but they don't know
how to do it. So I do it for them."
"Hang on," I said, not understanding what he was getting at, "how do you fuck
someone on the internet? Remember, I've been inside for three years. I know
how to get pictures and films off the computer but fucking someone?"
"Man, I was doing this long before you went inside. Don't let it bother you,
Rob, you couldn't do it anyway. What happens is that stupid fucked up sluts
write to me and ask me to humiliate them, hurt them and generally treat them
like shit. I've always said that most women want to be raped and on the net
they can be. They write to you in fucking droves if you advertise in the right
places and they beg to be my online personal cunt whores. Lots of them are
pissing about, or lose their nerve or just forget what they were doing, but
every now and then you get a nugget. I reckon no more than 5% are serious but
if you've had hundreds of initial contacts like I have over the years that means
20 or 30 sluts that are for real and crave a real man to tell them how to
seriously piss their lives away."
"You're kidding." I said. I couldn't believe this. I'm good at fighting and
fucking but not so hot on the technical stuff. What Paul was saying was new to
me but I didn't want to look like I was totally stupid. "So what do you do to
them. I mean, you can't actually fuck them, can you?"
"Of course not. Well, not on the net ... but I've met a few in the flesh and
made sure they know their place - usually on their knees with their mouth or ass
around my cock. But you don't understand, do you? They want to be humiliated
and made to do things that they can't get in their own lives. I get all sorts.
Sad pathetic housewives whose husbands can't get it up, single middle-aged women
who want good hard sex but haven't got the bottle to walk into a bar on their
own, young college girls who want to experiment, you'd be amazed at what goes on
out there. We email each other and I tell them what to do. They don't do it
with me .. well, not to start with .. but if you work them right they do it to
themselves and then you move on to making them do things with people - men and
women. Mostly they love the humiliation and it's so simple. It's like they
have absolutely no fucking imagination of their own. It's fucking amazing.
They fall over themselves to do it. I always start with simple things like
getting them to wear more make-up or shaving their cunts, but some of them have
gone on to much greater things. I reckon I'm responsible for at least five
divorces and I know of three sluts who got pregnant from strangers because I
told them to go fuck the first guy who walked past them at the check out."
"Fucking hell," I replied, "I could do that. It sounds great."
"No you fucking couldn't," said Paul. "I know your weird tastes. You get
someone on-line and in your first email you would tell her to cut off her
nipple. You'd fuck it up at the first try. The internet is the ultimate in
mind fucking. They don't have a clue who I am, but I make sure I know loads
about them and check most of it out. I get them to tell me everything and they
love it 'cause I use it to humiliate them. I warn them I will probably ruin
their lives but that is what they want. The possibilities are endless. I had
one the other day who was a television news anchor. Blonde hair, green eyes,
pretty fucking tasty according to her description, although one of the joys of
the net is that she may actually be a 50 year old bald slag with one leg and a
face like a dog's ass. She was the first one I'd had who was on show to the
public. The ideas I had for her were fantastic. Sitting reading the news with
a dildo up her cunt, putting liniment on her nipples just before appearing on
television so they would be sticking out through her jumper, getting her to suck
off a cameraman just before the show and leaving some cum in her hair for me and
the whole fucking world to see. Fucking hell, the inspiration you can get from
just a few words is amazing."
"Shit." I could see this would be fun. "Who is she? What channel is she on?"
"I haven't got any fucking idea." Paul was laughing. "It would have been great
if the stupid slut had given me an email address that fucking worked. I was
going to start in on her in a major way but when I wrote her first instructions,
my email came back with some crap about the address not being valid. If she
ever writes again it better be the most groveling apology you ever heard -
stupid fucking cow. I told you there were loads of time-wasters as well as
diamonds. But what the hell, easy come, easy go."
And then I asked him about Judy. "Whatever happened to that slut we fucked? She
still putting out? Done her daughters yet, or have you left one for me?"
He smiled "Sort of. It's a very long story .. and there are some bits that
didn't quite go according to plan but being an adaptable person I can move most
things to my advantage. You know, you might just be able to help me out again.
What are you doing for the next month or so."
"Absolutely fucking nothing that I can't walk away from right now." I answered.
"Especially if it means I get to fuck that slut again. I thought of loads of
new ways to make her scream while I was inside."
"OK," he said "let's go home."
So we stopped off for my gear at the place I was renting and set out on the long
journey back to the one of the best ass fucks I'd ever had. The journey took a
couple of days and as we toured the highways Paul brought me up to date. I
don't know if all of his story was true but I guess enough of it must be because
now I've seen most of the evidence myself. His tale was fucking incredible.
After that day when we had fucked her it had been a week or more before Paul got
back in touch with Judy. He fucked her a couple of times over the next few
weeks, beat her up a bit and generally had an enjoyable time but he could tell
she wasn't as pliable as she had been. He thought it was because we had gone
too far, but eventually she tells him why she isn't really concentrating any
more.
She's pregnant.
She worked out that it happened when we fucked her and, because I was the only
one who spunked up her cunt, the little bastard was probably mine. Paul had
taken away her birth control pills some time before I got near her because it
increased her humiliation and, as I told you, Paul loves to work on their minds.
He had told her that if she got knocked up she would have to abort it, but now
she was actually pregnant she refused point blank to go through with his plan.
Paul had been thinking about setting in on Lucy, her eldest daughter, and he
used Judy's growing belly as part of his new scheme. He still fucked Judy
regularly and whipped her when he wanted, especially as her tits got bigger
through the months, and when he told me about the day he made her beg him to try
to beat milk out of her nipples I nearly cried I was laughing so hard.
But while abusing her body he also started on her mind again. He kept telling
her she was a big fat cow who had gone back on their agreement to keep his cock
happy. How she couldn't satisfy anyone with her oversized sloppy cunt, drooping
udders and bloated belly. How she was too old, past it and ugly, and how she
was going to have to think of something different to protect her daughters from
Paul's lust.
He fucked her less himself but started to make her fuck other guys. Sometimes
his mates, sometimes just men he met at the bar, but nearly always for money.
One time he told her to meet him in a hotel room. When she got there, four huge
construction workers were waiting instead of Paul, and gave her a thorough going
over for 6 hours. The guys had already paid Paul and when it was over and she
could hardly walk, Paul showed up, made her pay for the room and then pay him
for all the times she'd been fucked.
Another time he had taken her to a party and tied her up on a bed with a 'Free
Fuck' sign on the door. He reckons she took over 30 loads of spunk in her cunt
that night, not to mention the blow-jobs and buggering which must have taken the
number of male orgasms in that room to over 70. Afterwards he made her suck and
fuck him as gently as if she loved him to say thank you for getting her all that
attention.
At one S & M club she became a weekly attraction which got to be more and more
popular as her belly and tits got bigger and bigger. Paul didn't give a shit
about the baby. She took cocks, dildos and even baseball bats up her cunt and
ass. One performance included the use of a cactus which ripped her vaginal
walls to shreds.
Paul introduced her to the delights of canine sex, which she hated so much that
at first that she became hysterical until Paul showed her a video of a dog doing
a 9 year old blonde piece in the ass and told her how Anna could help her out if
she really truly felt she wasn't up to it.
All the time he was working on her mind saying how it was so difficult for him
not to fuck her kids because she was just so fucking ugly. After a couple of
months he had got her round to agreeing that to save Tina and Anna, she would
sacrifice Lucy. Lucy was going to be fucking boys soon anyway, and if her cunt
could help her sisters avoid a life of pain then it was Lucy's duty to open her
legs for Paul's benefit.
That was weird enough but the next bit showed how classy Paul is. He decided
that he wanted Lucy to be different to her mother. One unwilling but begging
slut is a turn-on but, to Paul, two would be boring. I'd fucking go for it -
two sluts doing exactly what I tell them sounds like heaven to me - but Paul is
far more subtle.
Paul decided that he wanted Lucy to be a slut alright, but a real
desperate-for-cock, will-die-without-sex, nymphomaniac, slut. No pretending,
not like her mother, but a teen tramp who was in need of fucking several times a
day. Not only that, but Paul decided that he wanted Lucy like that just for
him. When he was with her she was to be almost crying out to be fucked, but if
he wasn't there she was to control herself. He wanted her for himself and
selected friends. He didn't see the point in going to a whole load of time and
effort so that a load of spotty little kids at school would gain the benefit.
He didn't want her giving it away to every punk who stuck his hand up her
jumper. An insatiable, cock hungry, slut schoolgirl, but only when she was with
'Uncle Paul'.
Chapter 11
With her mother on board, Paul began to make this dream come true. Lucy started
getting 'birds-and-the-bees' lessons from her mother, but they weren't the
normal sort of lessons. There was loads of emphasis on how to give pleasure in
sex and how to treat your special man, lots of talk about how sex is natural and
girls should try to experience everything, and a ton of indoctrination about how
good it is to know your own body and bring yourself to orgasm.
Suddenly, it was necessary for Lucy to see a hypnotist. Her father thought it
was to help her grades improve, but Paul and Judy knew that the hypnotist was
one of Paul's friends, and he slowly worked on her brain dropping in loads of
little snippets that would one day all come together and make sense of Lucy's
life. Paul didn't want her fucking him because she was hypnotised - that would
be too easy - Paul wanted her life to revolve around sex, and sex with him, and
if enough suggestions went deep enough into her mind then eventually she would
think that fucking Paul is what she was put on this planet to do.
Lucy started to need special vitamin supplements. Well, that's what it said on
the bottle. Paul supplied and Judy made sure that her daughter took three every
day. Her tits seemed to grow a lot quicker than her friends and she seemed to
have stopped growing pubic hair. Her cunt was wet most of the time, while her
clitoris and nipples always seemed to be hard. When Lucy asked her mother about
these things she was assured that it was only natural and, of course, she was
told that it was very important to relieve the pressure building up in her body
by bringing herself off whenever she could.
Lucy began to dream more than she used to. And her dreams always seemed to
revolve around sex. Some of them were so vivid it was almost as if she was
watching a film - which is exactly what she was doing. The night time 'vitamin
supplement' included a sleeping drug which left her mind readily accessible to
sound but without allowing her to wake up. Every night Judy was putting a tape
on in her room and Lucy spent hours listening to the sounds of fucking,
interspersed with a voice telling her all the great things that a girl can do
for a man. The voice was Paul's and after a while the voice started to suggest
that Paul was her man. Paul was the one she was meant to fuck.
Every evening, between 1.30 and 3.00, Judy was going to Lucy's room while hubby
slept soundly because of his drugged night cap, also supplied by Paul, and in a
hazy, part-drugged, part-hypnotised, dream-like state, mother and daughter
watched porn films. The videos were fairly tame to begin with and they never
got to the sort of pain-wracked, spear-up-her-cunt, BDSM that I enjoy, but that
is how Paul wanted it. If he fancied something different later, it would be
easy to move Lucy's mind that way. Over the months the films took Lucy along a
sexual path from kissing to sodomy, from lace gloves to leather bondage, from
spanking to light whipping, from willing partner to desperate slave to sex.
Paul and Judy kept this up for nearly six months as Lucy's mind was turned
around. No longer a normal 13 year old starting teen life with the usual sexual
curiosities. Instead she was a sex slut, dreaming of fucking every night,
dedicated to playing with her body, practising how to look like a schoolgirl
tramp in front of the mirror, wondering when that special person would show her
how to really fulfill her life by fucking non-stop, hoping that special person
would be Paul who she dreamt of all the time.
As always, Paul didn't rush it. He kept the training going continuously to make
sure that everything was so deep in her brain that it would never change.
....
That evening we stopped at a motel, ate and then drove to a nearby bar. There
was a juke box and this was obviously the only place in town where anything
happened. We drank, chatted and eyed up the girls dancing on the floor.
One group of women were drinking more than the others and were dancing as though
they were a bunch of sirens. It was obviously a girls-night-out when the stupid
sluts get a load of courage from the alcohol, prick-tease all night and then go
home to laugh about it with their friends.
Paul, as you may realise, does not approve of this sort of behaviour. In fact,
it gets him really fucking pissed off. Women have their place - and usually its
on their backs with their legs apart. Paul has got nothing against women
dancing or getting drunk. In fact, this is usually a good thing because it gets
them on their backs quicker, but when they start to try and get uppity - that's
when they've gone too far.
I could tell he was spoiling for a fuck, and I could see that at least one of
the group was going to be carrying home a little present for her husband, deep
inside her body. What I didn't realise was that Paul was going to go for the
least likely candidate.
There were six girls in the group, a couple with short skirts, a couple with
tight jeans (just failing to keep fat backsides in place), one with a sweet pair
of cut-offs that made her the pick of the bunch and one with a knee length
skirt. This last was fairly drunk but way behind her louder and brasher
friends. Overdressed middle-aged women trying to look like they are 17 again
are always good for a laugh, and while each of them had some redeeming feature
they were mostly suffering from self delusion.
Paul leant on the bar and looked at them. "The quiet one," he said. "Ass is too
big and she's way wrong on the lipstick colour, but she'll do for tonight."
"What?" I replied. "She is the only one there who isn't pissing me off. The
other sluts are in serious need of slamming up against a wall and having their
cunts split open but that one is the boring little housewife. Lets fuck one of
them - or two or three - I don't really mind."
"No. The brunette is tonight's star prize." said Paul
"I'm all for a night-cap," I replied, "but that piece in the shorts is better by
far even though her tits are non-existent. And she's easily the drunkest of the
lot. Grabbing her will be a piece of piss. Look at her ass - fuck I'll enjoy
pulling those peaches apart."
"Still just going for the physical," sighed Paul. "When will you learn that
fucking their heads and their lives is so much better - and you get your rocks
off at the same time. The brunette is half willing already, she just needs a
bit of help to commit emotional suicide. All we have to do is time it right."
She sipped her drink and chatted with her friends but she wasn't the centre of
the party. The others moved around, danced a bit and flirted at the bar but she
stayed at the table. Mid thirties, reasonable looks, brunette with long
floating curls, an OK body apart from the ass but, as the evening wore on, she
seemed more and more out of place with her friends. Eventually it seemed to
come to a head. They were pissing themselves at some joke while she just sat
there with a strange look on her face somewhere between a scowl, a wry grin and
boredom.
"C'mon, Candi," shouted the cutoffs girl over the music, "you're supposed to
laugh. Didn't you get it. The man only had a three inch weenie!!" The blonde
collapsed with giggles as her friends drank and laughed. The brunette smiled at
her, and then said something quietly to the group. She stood up, put on her
coat and headed, a bit unsteadily, for the door. She had obviously decided that
it was time for her to leave.
"Time to move," said Paul, "follow me in about five minutes, but stay back to
start with."
He made it to the door first and held it open for her. She said something to
him and he smiled back as he followed her out. I waited, finished my drink and
then went to the car park. I stood outside a back exit and lit a cigarette.
Looking round I couldn't see either of them but then I noticed smoke drifting
out from behind the corner of the building, about 30 yards away. I moved over
to the area but stayed on my side of the building when I heard a female voice.
"I've got to do something with my life. I'll go nuts if I stay in this shit
place any longer. My kids are great and Pete is OK but the whole thing is
stifling me. I seem to have been raising kids and looking after the house all
my life. It's just so fucking sad that the only time I get on my own is when I
go out with that bunch of losers. Once a month I 'have fun'. Once a month we
sit and make up poxy stories about how we fancy the milk man, or the delivery
man or just some bloke we saw last Thursday. None of us have the bottle to do
anything about it and all that happens is we get pissed, we talk about it, we go
home and we start to look after the fucking family again. If I don't DO
something soon I'll go crazy."
Towards the end of this whinge she had started to cry. Nothing big, just girly
blubbing like they all do for no reason that anyone can fathom. Then I heard
Paul. It was his 'you can talk to me voice', the one that is full of concern.
"Hey, its not that bad. You're good looking, and you're young. Your whole
life's in front of you. And you say that the kids are good. What are they,
boys or girls?"
"Girls. Teenagers. They're a handful and Pete doesn't help much. All they
seem to want to do is to lounge around the house or go out with their friends."
The booze and the night air was coming together in that way that makes people
speak the truth. Usually too much of the truth. "I'm sure the oldest is
already screwing around. At least she gets it. I haven't had a decent shag in
months. He's always too tired. I've started looking at the internet for some
relief but that just makes it worse."
"How come?" Paul coaxed her along the path to her destiny.
"The only sites I seem to like are the weird ones. I could never get into
pictures and so I started going to the story sites. I thought I'd like the
romance stories but I accidentally found one about .. about .. you know .. women
not wanting it."
"I've looked on the net a lot but I don't see many stories about prudes," said
Paul.
"No," she replied, "not women who don't want sex at all. Women who don't want
it at that time. Women who are forced to have sex."
"Oh, I understand." Paul kept pushing her along. "So what's wrong with that.
It's only fantasy, isn't it?"
"Well, yes. I suppose so." She didn't seem very certain. "It's just that I
can't get the stories out of my head. Being forced to do things. It's weird
but it gets to me. I shouldn't tell you this but it makes me so hot."
"That's OK - I won't tell anyone your innermost thoughts. It's good to talk
this things through. Why not get your husband to join in?" Paul replied. "Any
real man will always try to help out, and if it's what you want, what you need,
I'm sure he would do some play acting to help you."
"I've tried." She started to cry again. "But it just made things worse. He
said it was perverted and that he had always loved and respected me and that he
couldn't possibly do anything like that. I'm so fucked up. I just wish I could
do something different."
"I think you are about to," said Paul, "but you really should be careful what
you wish for."
It went quiet.
Chapter 12
I moved up to an area of shadow right by the corner and looked round. Paul had
obviously been comforting her as she opened her heart to him and he had now
moved on to the next stage. They were kissing. Paul's hand was on her tit and
she was letting him fondle her body through her blouse. After a while they came
up for air and she seemed to realise what she was doing.
"No. NO ... I've got to go home," she said.
"What for?" replied Paul. "To be with a sad husband and kids who don't
appreciate you. Stay here, babe. I'll make your life change in one night."
Paul started to kiss her again. She had her back against the wall and was
unable to move away from Paul's body that was grinding against her. His right
hand moved back to her tit and started to maul her breast. She resisted for a
moment and then suddenly stopped trying to push him away. It was like a bad
film where the heroine fights against the handsome star until she realises she
wants to give herself to him - then the music gets louder, the titles come up
and everyone goes away happy. But the reason for her submission wasn't the
realisation of true love - it was the knife in Paul's other hand - and only some
of the participants were going to be happy at the end of the evening.
Paul moved his lips to her ear as the knife gently scratched her throat. "Be
very good and your wishes will come true. Be stupid and you will never get to
wish for anything ever again. Now we are going to have some fun. You are going
to have to do most of the work because I am holding a knife in one hand and this
gorgeous tit in the other. Do you understand."
"Y .. yes .. please don't hurt me .. please .. I didn't mean it .. let me go ..
please .. don't make me .." she whimpered.
"You won't get hurt as long as you are sensible," replied Paul, slowly caressing
her neck with the side of the knife, "and you're the one who was saying how you
wanted something different. Now lets see what we've got to play with. Open
this blouse so I can feel your tits properly."
Hesitating at first, she moved her hands up and slowly began to undo the
buttons. Her fingers were fumbling but Paul wasn't in any hurry. He gently
played with her tit as the knife continued tracing the outline of her throat,
barely visible under her long brown hair.
"Take your time, baby," he said. "I've got all night. And I wouldn't want to
rush this wonderful moment. The first fuck with a new partner should always be
as long and slow as possible. Don't you think?"
"Yes .. no .. I don't know .. I don't what to fuck ... please let me go .. I
don't want this .. I didn't mean to tell you those things .. I don't wanted to
be raped .. please .." She was whimpering but not crying. The drink, the knife,
Paul's soothing words and the needs of her own body were a strange mixture and
her confusion was obvious. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and stood still
with her arms at her sides.
"Come on," said Paul. "Join in or I might think you didn't want to do something
different with your life. Open up, lets see what's on offer."
She slowly pulled open the flimsy material to reveal a white lacy bra. Paul's
hand immediately moved back to her breast and started to finger the firm nipple
that was poking through the material.
"You're enjoying this," he smiled. "Your body wants it. Your nipples are hard
already and I bet when we get down to business your pussy will be soaking wet."
"No .. no .. I can't help it .. it's the cold air .. please stop .. let me go
home .. please .. no .. please .."
"We might go home later. Meet the kids perhaps. But we've got to finish this
bit first. I promise that you'll be begging for it soon. Now, lets get these
tits out, shall we?"
He folded the material of her bra down under her breasts. No matter what state
a woman's breasts are in - pert, silicon, floppy, big or small - to have them
pushed up in this way nearly always makes them look good. It puts them nicely
on display and very available. Paul's fingers were gently rolling over her
nipple. She was still whimpering but the tone of the sounds coming from her
throat had changed slightly. The stupid slut was being betrayed by her body.
"Good girl," said Paul. "Skirt next, then we'll get those panties off. Come on,
lift it up and show me what you've got while I concentrate on these milk givers
here." He bent his head and began to suck her teat in and out of his lips,
while delicately grazing the end with his teeth. No pain. No force. Just
helping her body take over her mind.
"No .. aahh .. no .. stop .. ooohhhh .. please .. its .. ooohhh .. it's not
right .. please don't" she gasped, but her hands reached for the hem of her knee
length skirt and dragged it up her thighs. Paul carried on working over her tit
with his hand and her nipple with his mouth as she leant back against the wall.
The knife was still resting on her neck but she didn't seem to notice. Paul
stopped sucking and stood up.
"The panties," he said, his voice firmer than before, "get them off now." He
began to squeeze her nipple with his fingers. At first she enjoyed the extra
pressure but it soon went past pleasure and bordered on pain.
"Aaahhh .. oh .. oh that's so .. ooohhhh ... oohh god .. its .. no .. your
hurting .. stop .. please .. aarrgghh .."
"Panties. Now," was Paul's response.
"Oh god .. sorry .. please .. stop .. I'll do it .. please .. I'm sorry .. don't
hurt me .."
She was his. How the fuck he does it I shall never know. I would have fucked
her up against the wall half an hour ago. I'd probably have left her on the
ground with blood dripping from her ruptured ass. But then I would have
probably been caught by the men in the bar and ended up fighting my way out or
being beaten up in a squad car by the bastard cops. Paul, on the other hand,
had just got her to apologise for not stripping quickly enough.
She struggled to get her panties down. Paul was still partly leaning against
her so she couldn't reach further down than her knees, and Paul wasn't moving -
just working that nipple. Mixing the pain and the pleasure. All the time his
mouth was working on her lips, neck and ear as his tongue licked the sensitive
parts of her face
"Please .. I can't .. oohhh .. aahhh .. no .. please .. they won't go any
further .. please .. aarrrggghhh .. no .. it hurts .. please stop .. please .. I
can't reach .. you'll have to do it .. please .. do it for me .."
Fuck it was funny. I'd forgotten how good Paul was at this. This poor bitch
was about to be fucked against her will but she was saying sorry and asking Paul
to help her get ready to be ravaged. Paul raised his foot, placed it on the
material stretched between her legs and pushed the panties to the ground.
"Legs apart," he ordered, "and your skirt has slipped down. Pull it back up and
tuck it into the waist band."
As she moved to obey her instructions Paul eased his fingers off her nipple and
returned to sucking it slowly as he stroked her tit. She looked a treat. Her
legs were spread wide and her skirt was pulled up at the front to expose her
cunt to the night air. Her blouse was now off her shoulders and halfway down
her left arm fully exhibiting her breasts which were jutting out towards Paul's
hands. She looked like the slut she was about to become.
"Get my cock out and lets get to the action," Paul whispered in her ear as he
allowed the pressure of the knife to increase fractionally. She tried to
protest but before she could reply he began to kiss her mouth again. Her hands
moved to his cock and caressed his hardness through his jeans. Undoing the
buttons she reached in for her prize and began the action that must be natural
for any woman when holding a hard cock. Encircling his rod in her grasp she
slowly worked his dick harder.
She was ready. Her other hand reached further down to hold his balls as Paul
positioned himself so that she could move his cock to her warm slit. Neither of
them had touched her cunt throughout the seduction, but as she guided the head
of his dick into her hole and Paul started to fuck her, I could hear the sound
of a wet cunt slurping with juice.
Paul worked her over for some while. More like a lover than a rapist he slowly
brought her to her peak and then almost ripped her nipple off as she went over
the edge. As her first climax subsided he called to me.
"Rob, I know you're there. Get over here and join in."
Paul kept up his slow regular fucking of her wet hole, but as Candi floated down
from her orgasm she realised I was standing next to her.
"Get his cock out," said Paul. "He is the next part of your life changing
experience."
She was in a daze. Her body wanted sex, half of her alcohol befuddled brain
wanted it too but the other half told her she was a plain housewife who was
being fucked up against a wall by a stranger and her marriage was teetering on
the edge. I helped her a bit by dropping my jeans and putting her hand over my
hard cock. As if it had a mind of its own, her hand again began to move up and
down. Paul kept working on her as she approached her second cum of the evening.
"No .. please .. it's not right .. I've never .. ooohhh .. ooooohhhhh .. not two
of you .. my husband .. aaaahhhhh ... oohhh .. oh god .. oh fucking hell ..
aaahhhhhh .. oh shit .. oh shit .."
Her legs were giving way and Paul had to hold her up as he continued grinding
into her pussy.
There was the sound of voices as a group left the bar and walked towards us. It
was Candi's friends with a couple of hopeful Romeos.
"Hey lover boys, reckon you could take on all five of us ..."
"Five of us - they wouldn't be able to manage one of us. Their cocks would give
out ..."
"What cock - I was dancing with that one and there was nothing going on in the
basement when I went looking ..."
The girls fell about laughing and the two men decided it was a waste of time and
went back inside. As they came nearer, Paul increased his pumping of Candi's
wet cunt. The bastard was going to time it just right. As her friends passed
by he was going to cum inside her. From the way he was working on her nipple
and the sound of her ragged breathing it was apparent that Candi was going to
arrive at her third cum at about the same time.
The women might have passed by without noticing if Paul hadn't made Candi
explode yet again as his spunk filled up her vagina.
"Oh god .. not again .. oh .. oh ... yes .. yes .. yeesssss .. aaaaaaahhhhhhh
... oooohhhhh ... christ .. more .. oh god .. oh fucking hell .. "
The women stopped.
"Someone's having a good time."
"That's Candi. Look. It's little Miss 'I'm tired and I'm going home early'."
"Going for a shag was obviously what she really meant. Lucky cow."
"Christ almighty. You're right. Whose the bloke. She kept that quiet."
"No she didn't. It was far louder than I am when I get fucked."
"Hey, Candi. You OK?"
Paul's mouth was at her ear. The knife was hidden by his head and her hair but
the blade was pricking into her glistening neck. The menace in his voice nearly
scared me.
"Tell them its OK. Tell them you're having fun. Tell them to fuck off and get
their thrills somewhere else."
"I'm .. I'm .. fine .. oh .. oohh .. really .. its OK .. oohhh .." Candi
gasped out as Paul licked her ear and continued to roll her delicate nipple
between his fingers. She was still high after her orgasm. The sensations
reaching into her mind from her tender nipple, that had been rubbed, licked,
squeezed and sucked almost continuously for thirty minutes, were keeping her
from thinking straight.
"You sure?" said the least pissed of her friends. "You don't sound right, Candi.
You sure you're alright?"
"Get it right or your dead," Paul whispered into her ear, "and then kiss me
while Rob gets his cock inside you."
"Oohh .. yeah .. aaahhhh .. I'm OK .. I just want ........"
Paul moved to her side and started kissing her deep. I took my cue, moved in
front and pushed my cock up her sloppy hole.
"Holy cow. She's got two of them."
"Greedy bitch. Couldn't have saved one for us, could she?"
"Hope Pete doesn't find out."
"Come on, leave the slut to get on with her rutting. I'll make sure Pete does
find out."
"Bye Candi .. try not to get home too late"
Laughing and giggling they moved over to their cars and, five minutes later,
after they sorted out who was driving which friend home they left the car park
honking the horns and catcalling from the open windows. Candi began to cry. I
carried on fucking her as she sobbed her heart out and Paul cleaned his cock on
her skirt.
"Oh god .. oohhh .. you pair of fucking shits .. why .. aaaahhhh ... why are you
doing this .. aahhh .. you fucking bastard .. "
I came in a rush, spurting my juice far into her defenceless body as she raised
her hands and tried to push me away.
"Bitch." I said, and slapped her a couple of times. "Stand fucking still while I
finish or you'll need surgery on your face."
Squeezing out the dregs I pulled my cock out of her cum soaked hole and grabbed
her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. "Come on, slut. Get your mouth to
work. I don't want your filthy cunt juice all over my clothes. Clean it."
I took the knife from Paul and held it next to her face so that she had the
right encouragement. When she finished cleaning her mess off my cock I pulled
her to her feet. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Please .. please let me go .. you've done it .. you've had your 'fun' .. now
let me go .."
"Why the big performance?" asked Paul. "You've fucked before. You enjoyed parts
of it. I bet it was better than you get from your husband."
If anything her tears increased. "You bastards. One of those girls is Pete's
sister. She never liked me. She's bound to tell him. The way she'll tell it,
he will think I wanted it. You fucking bastards have just wrecked my marriage.
He'll get the kids and the house. What shall I do?"
"Ain't life a bitch," laughed Paul. "Anyway. You did want it. They only
stopped and saw you because you couldn't control yourself when you came. You're
a slut Candi. And now everyone knows. Enjoy the rest of your sad little life."
We left her sobbing against the wall. It would have been good to carry on
enjoying the other parts of her body, but we had another long day tomorrow and a
boy needs his sleep.
Chapter 13
The next day our drive to Paul's home continued at a leisurely pace while Paul
continued his story.
The day arrived when Judy's baby was born. The happy husband was at the
hospital by her bedside, but the baby was stillborn. After all the abuse of the
past year this wasn't really surprising but Judy was so badly traumatised that
she started to act irrationally and it was obvious that she needed specialist
help. Hubby noticed that instead of blond hair, pale skin, thick lips, and all
the bits that his other kids had that were so like his own baby pictures, this
dead baby has black hair, Mediterranean skin, thin lips and absolutely nothing
about it looks like it comes from his genes.
The not-so-happy husband started to think about it and over the next couple of
weeks the arguments began. Judy was not really with it anyway because of the
trauma of the still birth and, if she admitted anything about the baby's father
or what has been going on for the past year, then she's completely fucked. One
evening the argument raged on. Incensed by the injustice of her husband's
accusations that she had been enjoying an affair, when in fact she has been
tortured, fucked, buggered and abused non-stop to try to save her children, Judy
lost it completely. She really couldn't remember exactly how it happened but
she did remember the blood, the iron in her hand, the dead body on the kitchen
floor and, for some weird reason, the fact that he had never given her an orgasm
in all their married life.
She was hysterical when she called Paul. He was the person who had been
organising her life for the past year and she didn't know where else to turn.
The call was probably the last rational thing that Judy ever did. Paul, of
course, does everything right. He's a bit like the bloke in that film, the one
where they go to that guy who cleans the car and gets rid of the body and sorts
everything out. Paul gets round to the house immediately and takes control.
The kids are asleep and know nothing about it. A couple of calls and Paul has
arranged the fake car accident, and his mate at the morgue is all ready to make
sure that the paperwork will be in order. The police are involved but only
because another drunk driver has gone off the road and killed himself, and this
helps to make everything seem legal.
Judy's mind has now left for planet Zog. She acts fairly normally, doing the
washing, cooking the meals, cleaning the house and all that woman shit, but it's
all done on automatic. She also fucks when she is told and will say anything
you want but there is no spark left, no spontaneity, nothing of her own will
exists behind her blank eyes. So Paul moves in, adopts the children, 'looks
after' Judy and makes sure that the kids have a normal life. Well, Tina and
Anna have a normal life, while Lucy seems to be totally infatuated with her new
'Dad'. Now he is in complete control of the house, Paul has no difficulty in
putting the final pieces into place so that Lucy's new life as his personal
nympho can begin.
Apart from the fact that Judy is now just a human robot, hubby's death has
helped Paul's plans greatly. Things improve even more when the insurance
policies pay up. Judy is now set up for life, or she would be if she hadn't
signed everything over to Paul. Five million is the grand total - plus the
house. Life is about to become sooo good for Paul, and sooo bad for the women
in his life.
After three hours on the road listening to Paul's story, I was almost constantly
hard. I needed another fuck and, as luck would have it, one was coming up in
less than two miles. We were in the middle of some forest when we rounded a
corner and in the distance were a couple sitting by the roadside. As we got
closer one of them, a big looking guy of about college age, gets up and tries to
flag us down. Paul slows to a stop and mentions to me that there is a gun in
the glove compartment in case they give any trouble.
"Thanks for stopping," says this college kid ever so politely, "can you give us
a lift, please?"
"Yes," says Paul in his 'I'm a normal friendly bloke' voice, "of course we can.
What on earth are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"We had got a lift from a truck driver, but he tried to touch Vanessa. I hit
him and he threw us out of the cab. We have been here since midnight and we
really do need to get going or else we'll be late."
As he was saying this, Vanessa came up to the car. Veerrryyy tasty. Long,
tanned legs. Cut-offs that showed enough cheek to get you really interested.
Tight top showing an excellent pair of tits that obviously didn't feel the need
for the extra support of a bra. And a face which was looking pretty fair to me,
especially when you realised that she wasn't wearing any make-up.
"Can they give us a lift, John?" she asked.
"Of course we can," Paul spoke before John was able to answer. "John's told us
your terrible story. I can't believe that there are really people as bad as
that truck driver. I know you read about these things in the papers but you
never expect it to happen to you. Are you alright? It really isn't safe for
you youngsters to be hitching on these roads."
I was having a big struggle not to burst out laughing but Paul's concern was
very deep and very convincing. Vanessa gave him the sweetest smile and was
obviously thankful that they had stopped a car with some nice people in it.
"Oh yes, I'm fine," she smiled. "I always feel safe when I'm with John. He's
wonderful. That man was so horrid and I couldn't believe it when he tried to
touch me. John was really marvelous and stopped him immediately. I love him so
much."
I had to feign a coughing fit to stop laughing as she gushed out her story and
kept stroking John's arm and looking up at his face. John looked a bit
embarrassed but obviously knew what he should say in his role as
prince-fucking-charming.
"It was nothing, honey. People like that only understand one thing. They need
to be taught a lesson. It's a shame you stopped me from hitting him again, but
you're the important person in my life and as long as you're happy then I'm in
heaven."
"OK love-birds" laughed Paul, "Get in the car. This is Rob and we were about to
swap driving, so now is as good a time as any."
This was news to me but I know Paul. He obviously had some plan to deal with
these two and it presumably included me at the wheel while he did more important
things. I moved to the driving seat and as soon as everyone was settled, I got
us back on the road.
Paul was half turned in his seat carrying on easy conversation with the couple
and winning their trust. "So, you said you might be late for something. What
would that be?"
Vanessa gave a sweet giggle. "Our wedding. We couldn't be late for our own
wedding. John is going to make an honest woman of me in two days and we still
have a long way to go. John has been so good but after our car broke down
yesterday we haven't had much luck with getting lifts. That truck driver was
the last straw. We're so grateful that you turned up when you did."
Paul laughed, "And we're pleased that we were in the right place at the right
time. Now don't you two worry. We'll get you home without any problems. Paul
and Rob will make sure you're well looked after. Won't we, Rob?"
"Oh yeah," I replied "We'll take care of you."
The journey continued with Paul chatting away with the happy couple until after
an hour or so Vanessa feel asleep with her head on John's chest. Paul smiled,
pointed out that they must both be exhausted and suggested John tried to sleep
as well. Half an hour later the love birds were quietly unaware that I had
turned off the road onto a side track and Paul was now facing them with his gun
pointing at the girl's face and a pair of hand cuffs dangling from his left
hand.
John noticed the bouncing of the car over the unmade road first and opened his
eyes to check. Paul looked straight at him and very quietly and very menacingly
said "Do anything I don't like and her face will look like road-kill chicken.
Move very slowly and put on the cuffs. One move that isn't to my liking and
your fiancee is just so much splattered flesh. Careful now .. nice and slow ..
her life is in your hands .. good boy .. that's done it .."
John obviously wasn't much more intelligent than the truck driver he'd hit. He
had just surrendered without a fight. With his hands in the cuffs there was
virtually nothing he could do, and now him and his tasty little bride-to-be were
ours. I turned off the track, drove another fifty yards or so and stopped in a
clearing.
Vanessa awoke. "John, darling, you moved your arm," she complained before
focussing on Paul and the gun. "JOHN !!! He's got a gun."
Paul's evil smirk was a picture. "I think he knows that already sweet-cheeks.
Now get out of the car, nice and slow, we only want your money and then you can
go."
I nearly lost it again at that one, but she seemed to believe him and slowly
opened the door and got out. Paul gave me the gun to cover John and followed
her. He stood still as she opened her purse and gave him the few notes that
were inside. "We haven't got much, but take it and leave us alone. I thought
you were nice people but you're as bad as that truck driver. At least he didn't
try and rob us."
"Oh well," said Paul turning back to the car, "you live and learn, don't you?
Now, John, swing just your legs out of the car and stay still. I'm going to tie
them together so you don't get any ideas. We don't want anybody to try anything
silly, do we. Nice and calm and then we can all get on our way."
Once his legs were tied Paul made him stand up, undid one of the cuffs, pulled
John's arms behind his back and re-secured them. He then gagged him, got some
more rope, tied it to a couple of handy trees and then around John's legs,
cutting the other rope so that John was now standing with his legs spread wide
apart. Slipping some rope through the cuffs Paul threw one end over an adjacent
branch and tied it off. By pulling on the rope John's arms would be forced
upwards, bringing his head down to try to relieve the pressure on his shoulders.
Having tied John to his liking Paul placed a rope noose around Vanessa's neck
and tied it off to another nearby tree. Removing a second set of cuffs from his
back pocket he secured Vanessa's arms behind her. It was at this point that the
reality of their situation hit them. John started to make strange noises
through his gag while Vanessa started crying.
"What are you doing?" She whimpered. "You've got our money. That's what you
wanted. Now leave us alone. We haven't got anything else."
"Now that's where you're wrong," said Paul. "I'm sure if you think for a minute
you can come up with something else you have that we might want. I'll give you
a clue. To be specific it's something you've got. John can't help you with
this one."
The look on her face as she realised what Paul was talking about was a picture.
"No. You can't. John will stop you. You'll go to prison. I'm going to be
married. We'll tell the police. You can't. No. Just leave us alone and we
won't say anything."
"Silly girl," was Paul's answer, "John hasn't got much say in this, although a
bit later we may ask him his opinion. Anyway, I've worked something out that
will stop you telling anyone about our little bit of fun."
Paul went back to the car and got out two video cameras and a tripod. I
remembered that he had been on some deal about porn films when I met him and,
obviously, this was part of his equipment.
"I'm a bit of an film buff," Paul laughed as he busied himself setting up the
cameras, "and I make films that sell to a .. specialist .. market. It takes
lots of film to make a really good movie and the amount of editing that you have
to do is really excessive, especially when the actors are amateurs. But by the
end of today I will have lots of film and, with a lot of editing depending on
how much of a film star you are, I will be able to make a really nice little
movie. If it comes out OK I'll probably send you a complimentary copy - think
of it as my wedding present."
"You ... You .. You cruel man," She cried, "You won't get any co-operation from
us. We are not going to take part in your sick plan. You'll only have
incriminating evidence against yourself."
I loved the way that even when she was about to be raped she couldn't bring
herself to swear. I love this sort of innocent, stupid slut.
Paul had finished setting up the equipment although I was surprised that both
cameras were pointed at John. As always, I assumed Paul knew what he was doing.
He again returned to the car and got a large knife, a wrench and some fishing
line. He set the cameras going and moved over to John.
Picking up the wrench he stood in front of John and smiled as he smashed the
tool into his left knee. John tried so hard to scream through his gag that I
actually felt sorry for him. Vanessa made up for the poor quality of John's
scream and the sound of her anguished howls as she saw her knight in shining
armour being assaulted was sweet music to my ears.
Paul hit the other kneecap. I didn't hear them break but John's agony was
apparent from his face. Tears were running down his cheeks, snot was coming
from his nose and the tension in his neck and cheeks as he tried to bear his
agony made the veins stand out like purple rivers. His legs sagged under the
strain but that merely placed pressure on his arms and shoulders. With a huge
effort, he managed to force his legs to hold him up as Paul stood in front of
him. Smiling into his face Paul kneed him in the balls. He sagged again and
the snot running over the gag was joined by puke that had forced its way out of
his throat through the only available opening, his nose.
Vanessa was screaming continuously. "STOP .. Stop .. You'll kill him. He's
choking. Don't hit him again. Please, stop. Please. Leave him alone. He's
tied up. Please stop."
Paul turned to her. "Now," he said, "I thought I heard you say you wouldn't
co-operate, but perhaps I mis-heard you. What was it you said? Were you going
to be a good girl and be a classy actress, or were you going to be a silly girl
and watch John suffer a bit more? You know you'll do what we want in the end.
It's just a question of how many bits we remove from lover-boy here before you
decide that you always wanted to be a porn star, and that today is going to be
your debut."
Chapter 14
Vanessa was kneeling on the ground sobbing. She knew she had no choice but she
couldn't help trying to persuade Paul not to do it. The stupid fucking bitch
tried to appeal to his good side. What a stupid slut. Paul's 'good side' -
there ain't so such thing.
"Please, please. Don't make me do this. We can pay you more money. I can send
it to you. I can't do the things you want. Please. We love each other. I've
always been a good girl. We're getting married in two days. Please don't make
me. My parents would die if they knew. Poor John. He's done nothing to
deserve this. He's always loved me. Don't make me. Not before my wedding day.
I'm a virgin. Please don't make me. Please. Please"
Paul and I turned to each other, whooped and did a high-five. A fucking virgin.
And if she was virgin cunt, it was 100-1 she was virgin ass. One each. Oh this
was going to be fucking fantastic. It always beats me that every time I rape a
girl she tries to stop me with words that only help to turn me on and make my
cock even harder. Don't they teach them anything at school?
Paul decided it was time to see the goods and grabbed the front of her tight
top. Bringing the knife up to her face he ordered her to stay still if she
wanted to keep her flawless skin. She became quieter, but as Paul slipped the
knife into the material just below her neck and ripped it downwards exposing her
large breasts, she began to cry again.
"Please, no .. don't do this .. please .. please .. "
Paul ignored her and grabbed the waistband of her shorts. A couple more cuts
with the knife followed by Paul grabbing the flimsy panties and tearing them
from her body and she was really starting to lose it.
"Look Vanessa" said Paul, going into his 'good guy' act, "its going to happen
anyway. It can happen with pain for you and complete agony for John, or you can
be a good girl, let John keep some of his more interesting body parts and, who
knows, you may even enjoy some of it. It's up to you. Believe me, I enjoy the
pain part almost as much as the humiliation part."
"But .. but .. I can't .. not with John watching .. it'll kill him." she sobbed
as she bent over to try to hide her tits and lifted up a leg in a pathetic
attempt to keep her cunt from view.
"No, my poor stupid little fuck toy, 'it' won't kill him, I'll kill him,"
replied Paul. "If that's what you want, it can be arranged. Think it through,
dumb ass. A bit of sex, a nice video with you agreeing to everything, probably
with a bit of begging thrown in and we'll have had our fun. We'll have our
insurance that you don't go to the cops and you can get married in two days. Or
.. we do a great torture and rape movie. John loses his ears, his tongue, a few
fingers and then, in the finale, his nuts and his cock. You get to eat most of
the bits we've hacked off. You also get to enjoy more pain in a couple of hours
than you ever imagined possible. Whipped tits, sliced nipples, a branch up your
cunt, your ass stuffed with brambles, and those are just my ideas. Rob has
loads more little scenes worked out in his brain. And, because we don't have
your agreement not to report it to the police, it won't be your wedding in two
days, it'll be your funeral. Now, have a little think while I have a nice chat
with John. I'll be back for your decision in a minute."
Paul strolled over to John and stood between his outstretched legs. "How's
things my friend," he said. "Hope you are breathing OK now. Puke does tend to
block up the nasal passages, doesn't it. How much more pain do you think you
can stand? I'd love to find out. Or shall I start in on sweet-cheeks over
there? What about slowly cutting off her nipples and feeding them to her? And
then we could start to slice off her tits, half an inch at a time. Perhaps
fucking the knife up her ass would finish her off but it might only leave her
unable to shit without infecting herself and dying slowly through blood
poisoning rather than blood loss. We could find out. What do you say? Look,
you seem to be having difficulty talking at the moment so I'll make it easy.
Nod your head in answer to the questions that I ask, and if you get a wrong
answer I'll give you a little tap on the balls to help you get it right. OK?"
John groaned through the gag but nodded his head to show he understood.
"Good. Now in a minute we are going to introduce sweet-cheeks over there to the
joys of rock hard cock. She's going to find out what she has been missing all
these years. Is that OK with you, John?"
The trussed up college kid shook his head violently and wriggled as though he
was trying to loosen the ropes.
"Oh dear," said Paul and kneed him in the balls, "and I really thought we were
starting to understand each other."
John's face again creased up in pain. He jerked around as he tried to protect
his crotch from Paul who brought his knee up into his scrotum twice more. John
crumpled, as much as you can crumple when your arms are held up by a rope which
will dislocate your shoulders if you fall to the ground, and tried desperately
to breath through his nose as Paul stood quietly in front of him. As John
recovered Paul reached over and squeezed his nose so that he could not breathe
and, for the fourth time, crushed his balls with his knee.
"John, please pay attention," said Paul. "Your fiancee is going to be fucked by
me and Rob. She will be joining in the fun with some enthusiasm or else we will
kill you both, very slowly and very painfully. All we want you to do is to
agree and to add a little encouragement at the right times. It makes for a much
better film if everybody knows what their role is, says their lines at the right
time and generally looks as though they are enjoying themselves. Now. I'll ask
you again. Is all of this OK with you?"
John was trying to shake his head to loosen Paul's grip on his nose, as his face
started to become an interesting shade of red.
"I hope you're not shaking your head to say 'no' again, John," Paul smiled. "I
can't believe that you would be that stupid. I'm going to let go now and we
shall see if you have learned anything. Is it OK for us to fuck Vanessa?"
Paul released his grip and John desperately tried to get air into his lungs
through his nose. After a few seconds of spluttering Paul grabbed his hair and
pulled upwards so that John was staring straight at him. "I said, is it OK,
John?".
John nodded his head furiously as Paul laughed. "I knew you would see sense in
the end. I'll tell Vanessa the good news in a minute but first lets get you
ready for your part in this production."
Checking that I was still covering John with the gun, Paul picked up the knife
and proceeded to cut off John's clothes. When every last bit was on the ground
in front of him Paul went and got the fishing line and began to work on John's
cock and balls. First, he tied the line tightly around the base of John's dick.
It looked as if the line might be cutting into the flesh but Paul stopped short
of removing his manhood and made the binding just tight enough to prevent any
blood flow into John's soft cock. There was no way this guy was going to get a
hard-on until the line was cut.
The next loop of fishing line went round the soft dick just below the head, and
was fixed with a slipknot which would cause an extra bit of agony when pulled
tight. Paul continued with his work as he carefully trussed up the large pair
of balls that were hanging in front of him. The sac, that was now so swollen
after Paul's assault, was tied round with the fishing line so that each ball was
separated and wrapped up like an Easter egg, again with slipknots incorporated
in the ties. The three free ends of the lines from each of his balls and cock
head were left loose.
Paul stood up and looked at John. "Does this hurt?" he said as he pulled gently
on one of the lines to John's balls.
John's muffled scream and frantic head nodding gave Paul his answer. He
repeated the process with the other two lines until John was crying with pain,
and then tied the lines around the wrench. He held the wrench up to John's
face.
"I've only pulled on the lines gently so far," Paul told him. "Think what it
will be like if I really go for it .. like this" and he dropped the wrench.
The fishing lines stopped the wrench 6 inches above the ground where it jerked
around as John's gag failed to contain his scream of utter agony.
"Fucking wimp. That's just a little reminder of what can happen if you don't do
as you are told," said Paul. "I'm going to cut you down now but you just stick
around here while I have another chat with the star of our show."
Paul cut the rope holding John's arms and legs and he sank to the ground in a
pile of misery. His hands were still cuffed behind him but he rolled into a
ball as he tried to gain some relief from the intense pain that was slicing
upwards from his groin.
Chapter 15
Vanessa was sitting on the ground unable to think straight. She had watched
Paul totally humiliate her husband-to-be whom she had thought would be her
protector against all things evil. The realisation that there was nothing he
could do to save them and that she was going to suffer all her worst nightmares
and more, was having its effect on her mind. As usual, Paul was in charge and
everything was going exactly as planned.
"Hello, my little virgin." Paul's voice jerked her away from her thoughts of the
hell that was to come. "I hope you've made up your mind. John over there hopes
that the decision is a big 'yes'. He's agreed to help us to make this a really
special movie and he wants you to join in."
She looked up at him and through her tears came her answer.
"How can you be so cruel? What have we done to deserve this? I'll do it to
save John, but I won't enjoy it and I won't help you."
"Yes you will," replied Paul. "If you don't then John is going to be missing a
couple of the important things that make a real man. Why not discuss the whole
thing with him? But before you do lets make sure I have your full attention."
Paul called me over and got me to stand behind her to hold her still. I used
the opportunity to grab two handfuls of tit and mauled her flesh as Paul cut two
pieces of fishing line and made them into loops. He reached forward and took
her nipple between his finger and thumb. She tried to twist away from my grip
but had no chance. She was no match for the two of us and after Paul had
slapped her face a couple of times she stopped struggling. He gripped the
nipple hard, slipped a loop of line round the base and pulled it tight, and then
did the same with her other teat.
"Oh god," she cried as the pain started to enter her mind. "Please .. no .. take
them off .. please .. they hurt .."
"Those are staying on until the end of our little party," said Paul. "There is
nothing quite like hard painful nipples to keep a girl's mind in line, and it
makes them look so good for the camera. Of course, there may be a little problem
cutting the line off now that the loops are tied up but I'll let you deal with
that when we finish."
"Please .. its hurts .. Please don't .. oh god .."
Paul ignored her, undid her rope and led her over to where John was still lying
in anguish on the ground.
"Keep your eye on them," he instructed me. "They can talk and touch as much as
they want but make sure they don't try to undo any of the bindings. I've got a
load of preparation to get through if this thing is really going to be fun."
As always, I was amazed at the lengths that Paul went to. If I'd been on my own
she would have been fucked in every hole by now, her useless boyfriend would be
bleeding his life away on the ground and I'd be in the car 20 miles away. But
not Paul. Preparation, thought, careful planning, detailed execution - they're
all things that most perverts don't bother with, but Paul was an expert. That
is probably why I had been in jail four times already while Paul's criminal
record was one speeding ticket.
Paul now worked away on getting the whole thing set up. He had been carrying
his film making equipment with him for his business trip and now it all came out
of the car. Cameras and tripods were positioned. Microphones set up. A large
blanket was laid out on the grass. A couple of stakes were driven into the
ground nearby. And for twenty minutes Paul sat writing cue cards - big
wipe-over pieces of board that have the actors' lines written on them. Paul
said he had to use them all the time in his films because guys with big cocks
and girls with big tits couldn't remember to say 'yes' without help. Eventually
everything was ready and Paul walked over to the happy couple holding the
boards.
"And the decision is ... ?" he asked.
They both looked up dejectedly. "OK." said John. "You win. We'll do what you
want but please be gentle with Vanessa."
Paul shook his head slowly in feigned amazement. "God you're a stupid wanker,"
he said. "We are going to do exactly what we want, and so are you. Vanessa is
ours, and so are you if we want. Just be thankful that I'm not gay. One word
of protest and this changes from a porn movie to a snuff movie. Now, read
through these. In a couple of minutes we are going to do some shots of you two
saying these lines. We'll do it several times so I've got a selection of
different voice-overs to use when I do the editing. You'll be saying these
lines during the film as well, but in case you fuck up in the heat of the moment
I'll have a load of extra bits I can use later."
John and Vanessa sat and looked at what Paul had written. Vanessa started to
cry almost immediately while John tried to comfort her. He kept telling her
that they were only words and he knew that she really loved him and that nothing
could stop him loving her and that it would be alright and that he would look
after her and tons of other bullshit. The dickhead was doing Paul's work for
him.
After five minutes Paul propped the cards up against a nearby tree and started
the camera. "OK kids. It's show time. Sweet-cheeks, read out the first card"
"Oh no, please, no" was her response. Paul sighed, walked over to where they
were sitting and picked up the wrench that was still tied to the ends of fishing
line. He said nothing as he yanked it so hard that John was pulled 2 feet
towards him. His agonised screams filled the clearing as the sobbing Vanessa
started begging for mercy for her man. Paul returned to the camera and looked
straight at Vanessa.
"I said, read out the first card."
"Oh god .. p .. p .. please f .. f .. fuck me." she managed to say through her
tears.
"That was crap" said Paul. "Try again. If you don't get it right in another two
goes, John's balls are going to be taking another tug of love."
It took four tries before she managed to come up with something that Paul
thought was even close to acceptable, and John's sobs of torment as the slip
knots in the line tightened round his aching balls were noticeable in the
background the whole time.
After half an hour Paul was getting reasonable lines from them, and if their
voices didn't convey too much expression there was enough material to allow him
to put together something that would be passable on film, particularly with the
music, gasping and moaning that he would dub on later. From reading everything
that was on the cards it was obvious what the plot of the film was to be and, as
always, my admiration for Paul's twisted mind was undiminished. He had also got
them to say lots of simple words, like 'yes', 'please', 'now', 'more', 'harder'
and many others, so that he could insert them later.
"Right. Lets move to the action shall we?" Paul finally said. He tied John's
fishing lines - which were too fine to be picked up by the camera - to the
stakes outside the view of the lens so that his movement was restricted to the
blanket, removed their hand cuffs and reminded them that I had the gun and was
covering them both. "Lie down and start cuddling each other. Fuck-baby, get
your hand around his dick and try to jack him up to something like a hard on.
Lets go."
.....
Whenever I watch the film it is always better than it was in real life. Paul is
a very good editor and although I know that the happy couple were only
participating to save their lives, I can still be convinced by the words and
action on the screen that they both really wanted her to get totally and
completely fucked. As a fuck film its not bad, but as a rape film it's crap
because the pair of lovebirds seem to enjoy what the girl is going through.
It's only because I know they were tearing their souls apart as they begged for
Vanessa to be taken in every hole that the film is such a turn on.
The film is an hour and a half long but in reality it took over four hours of
filming, with three cameras, to get all the footage including all the different
angles. We had to stop to change positions, to get them to agree to some new
act that their innocent little minds couldn't comprehend, to repeat their lines,
to give John's fishing lines a pull or two, to allow Vanessa time to stop
crying, and a hundred other things. I just couldn't be a film star. I got my
rocks off three times during filming but I only really enjoy the whole scene
when I watch it again as a completed movie.
The film starts with the lovers lying naked on a blanket on the ground. She is
jerking his cock first with one hand and then two. She is kissing him and
moaning like mad but nothing seems to be happening to the stud's dick - not
surprising really when the blood flow is cut off by fishing line - and she
starts to get sulky and disappointed. John, who doesn't seem to be enjoying
having his cock jerked about, says that he loves her but is worried by his
inexperience. Both of them are virgins and with their wedding happening the
following day he doesn't really know what to do sexually. Vanessa agrees that
it would be better if they had some experience.
A stranger appears - its funny how you never really get a clear view of the
faces of either of the strangers in the film - and says he has been watching for
a while and perhaps he can help. They agree and soon John is sucking nipples
and licking cunt, with encouragement from the stranger. Vanessa, meanwhile, is
learning how to suck the stranger's cock. When only Paul or me were in shot the
other of us was using a hand held camera for close-ups, and there are lots of
close-ups of Vanessa's sweet lips working away on mine and Paul's hard dicks.
When John has got Vanessa's cunt wet and ready with his tongue, both her and
John start begging Paul to fuck her so that they can see how it should be done.
John holds her cunt lips open as Vanessa spreads her long legs as wide as they
will go and Paul rams his cock as hard as he can up her virgin hole. He
explains to John that it is no good being gentle with virgins because it is
better to get the pain over in one go. As the fucking continues Vanessa is told
how to use her hands to increase Paul's pleasure by feeling for his shaft as it
slides into her, by caressing his back, by kissing him and by encouraging him
with words and groans. John is shown carefully studying the action as he
helpfully holds her legs out of the way.
After a good 15 minutes Paul cums deep inside her unprotected vagina and, as he
pulls his dick from her oozing cunt, he explains how important it is for the
woman to have the man leave his potent seed as deep as possible in her body. It
seems that John has missed a few of the more important points and asks if Paul
could show him again. Paul is not able to assist immediately but offers the
services of his friend who has also been watching all the action. Both John and
Vanessa are happy to repeat the process only this time she is made to fuck
herself on my rampant cock as I lie back and relax on the blanket. John is
allowed to suck her nipples as this scene continues.
After I shoot my spunk deep into her cunt John is able to demonstrate his new
found skills and lick out her drooling slit. The mix of slime, spunk and blood
is carefully recorded as John laps everything up. At the other end of the
blanket Vanessa is doing the same job on Paul's cock, although by now her cunt
juice is congealing on his dick and she has to work hard to get the shaft clean.
Her efforts are rewarded by a growing hardness in Paul's cock and she is allowed
to continue sucking, including some forced deep throat with Paul's hand behind
her head, until his cock empties its second load into her mouth.
John has finally finished cleaning her sloppy cunt and is heard thanking the two
men for their help and asking if there is anything else he should know. He is
interested in everything and hopes to learn other techniques to keep his
bride-to-be happy. Paul tells him to tongue Vanessa's ass and soon she is
prepared for the next invasion of her sweet virgin body. Vanessa is busy
working on my cock with her mouth and hands and is showing off her new found
deep throat skills. Twice, when she gags on the cock and pulls back, she is
heard to ask the man to help by using his hands to force her head down onto his
dick, because she wants to be sure she is doing it properly.
Once my cock is really juiced up I remove it from her drooling mouth and move
round to her ass. John pulls her cheeks apart to reveal a nicely tongued hole
and Vanessa reaches back to position my rock hard dick ready to commence her
first sodomy session. To the sound of John's voice encouraging me to fuck her
hard, my cock tears her hole wide open as I follow Paul's previous advice to get
the pain out of the way. Although Vanessa seems to be having a hard time
initially, she is soon moaning and begging for more as she reaches back to
cradle my balls.
After spunking up her ass I again have my cock cleaned thoroughly by Vanessa's
sweet mouth and she works on it for half an hour before I get hard again and
shoot my final load into her throat. By this time Paul has finished his turn at
raping her ass and she immediately has to start cleaning a second shit covered
cock. John is busy licking out the cocktail of spunk, shit and blood which is
oozing from her wide open hole.
The film ends with John solemnly shaking our hands and thanking us for showing
him what to do while Vanessa is lying on the blanket, frigging herself and
begging for more. John kneels down beside her and her hands try again to get
his cock hard but he still can't get it up.
When it was over we went through their gear and removed anything valuable. In
her make-up bag I found a nail file and my nasty brain started to think of the
possibilities. I had a word with Paul and he agreed that as we had the time to
make a short little movie about pain. I knew I had one more cum in me if only I
could get the right stimulus.
Chapter 16
John had mostly recovered from the pain in his crutch and was now just suffering
the continual ache that happens when your balls are crushed and then trussed up.
I thought this was not really in the spirit of the game so I kicked him in the
nuts a few times.
"Noooo .. stop .. please .." Vanessa was trying to move her body to protect her
humiliated fiance. "You said that if we co-operated you would leave us alone."
"Yeah, right," I smiled. "I'm a liar."
"Please leave us alone," she begged, "haven't you done enough?"
"No, we fucking haven't," I laughed. "This is the bit I really enjoy. This is
the bit where you beg for the pain my little slut. And if you don't, I'm going
to cut his balls off, one at a time."
John was lying curled up clutching his battered scrotum. I re-tied his arms and
legs to the trees to leave him spread-eagled on the ground. Vanessa was left
without any bindings at all, apart from the fishing lines which were still doing
a great job on her nipples. I grabbed John's cock and started to slowly work
the nail file over the head - backwards and forwards on the same area all the
time. At first John was unable to distinguish between the new pain and the
continual ache he was suffering but then he began to realise that a different
kind of agony was filtering its way into his head.
"Please .. no .. for the love of god .. haven't you done enough .. christ ..
please .. stop ... it's too much .."
"You see, Vanessa," I smiled, "Only you can stop this. Soon I'll draw blood,
but when that happens I'll start somewhere else. He thinks it hurts now when
I'm rubbing the head but wait until I start just below. That's where it's
really sensitive. Oh, I was forgetting, now you've had cocksucking lessons you
know that."
"Noooo .. please .. help .. please god .. stop .. pleeease .." John's voice was
beginning to sound desperate as the backwards and forwards action made the top
of his cock turn from bright red to purple.
"STOP. STOP." Vanessa threw herself towards me to try to push me away, but I
was waiting for her move and grabbed her by the throat. Holding her tight in
one hand I reached for the knife and placed it on one of John's swollen balls.
The point pushed down and a small trickle of blood welled up from the bloated
sac. I pushed Vanessa's head down to John's crutch. John was howling in pain
and begging as though his life depended on it - which, I suppose, it did.
"Try that one more time you little slut and his balls get spiked to the ground.
Understand?"
"Yes. Yes. Please stop. I'll be good. Please leave him alone," she whimpered.
I threw her down to the ground and picked up the nail file again. "OK but only
if you do this right. Beg for pain. If I get something, a file, a branch, a
bramble, anything, and you don't beg me to hurt you with it, the knife goes all
the way through this guy's spunk maker. And then it'll be the other one,
followed by slashed nipples, sliced cock and impaled ass until you get it right.
You beg or he becomes a blubbering eunuch. No second chances. Ready to play?
Right, now I'm holding a nail file. Your turn ...."
"I don't know what to do .." she cried, "please don't hurt him. Please leave
him alone."
"Stupid bitch," I said and pushed down with the knife until it stuck halfway
into John's ball. He screamed in white hot agony and then passed out. "You
better work out what to do by the time he wakes up or it goes all the way in."
Paul emptied a bottle of water over John's head and he groaned.
"OK, Vanessa," I said, "I reckon you've got about five seconds before he
remembers there's a knife in his balls. Hope you've sussed out the right words
by then."
I was in heaven. Inflicting pain is just so good. It doesn't really matter
whether it's a man or woman who is in agony as long as I get to hear screams.
Women are better in some respects because they can offer so much in return for
mercy, but men and boys are so centred around their cock and balls that the
terror in their eyes is fantastic when they think that they are about to spend
the rest of their lives without their pecker. Desperate isn't the word.
John began to scream again and to help him along I twisted the knife just a
little. Vanessa was unable to comprehend what was going on. It seemed obvious
to me, but the stupid slut just wasn't thinking it through. Eventually, as John
was offering to be my slave for life if I would only take the knife out, she
finally got somewhere near her role.
"Do it to me instead," she blurted out.
"What? Stick the knife in your balls? Yeah, stupid cunt. Believe me, if you
had any, I would but perhaps you can think of somewhere else I could put it."
"My .. my .. oh god .. put it in my breast." She sobbed out the last words as
her brain finally cottoned onto the game, and her only way of saving her loved
one.
"Not bad, but I need more enthusiasm. And anyway I told you fucking hours ago
that I'm holding a nail file, or have you forgotten? We'll get round to the
knife later."
"Oh god .. the file .. use the file on me .. not John," she whimpered. "Use it
on my .. on my .. breasts .."
"They're too big, cunt, think of something in the same area but a bit smaller.
Something that is already hurting. And when you've thought of it started
begging properly. I ain't stopping with this knife unless I'm convinced you
seriously want me to hurt you."
"Oh noooo .. nooo .." she was crying as she realised her nipples were about to
be sacrificed for John's potency. "Oh god .. my nipples .. use the file on my
nipples please .."
"Right place but nowhere near enough enthusiasm," I grinned as I twisted the
knife further into the swollen sac between John's legs. "This seems like more
fun at the moment."
John was becoming delirious. His attempts to save his balls and stop the pain
were going off the scale. "Pleeease .. no more .. for god's sake .. please ..
aarrrggghhhh .. help me .. I'll give you anything .. please stop .. I'll be your
slave .. I'll suck your cock .. aaarrgghh .. I'll give you everything I have ..
please .. stop .. help me .. oh god ..Vanessa .. pleeease .. stop him .. help me
... please .."
She tried again. Desperately now. Her chances to save her man were diminishing
with every second. "Please Rob .. please .. use the file on me .. file my
nipples .. please .."
"Getting there, fuck-face," I goaded her.
"File my nipples .. pleease .. use it on them .. they hurt so much already ..
you'll enjoy it .. I'll rub your cock while you do it .. please .. please ..
make them bleed .. I want you to do it .. oh god .. please hurt me .."
I decided to give her what she wanted. Leaving the knife sticking up out of
John's bleeding ball sac, I moved over to where Vanessa sat sobbing. "Push your
tits out for me, you little pain slut," I told her. "Make me believe it's what
you want."
In the circumstances she did quite well, thrusting her chest towards me and
holding her position for most of her torture. I started slowly just working the
file over the tip of her teat. The fishing wire around the base of her nipples
had been in place for several hours and the engorged buds were now
hyper-sensitive. The pain got to her very quickly.
"God .. aarrgghh .. no .. please .. no .."
"OK," I said and went back to John's limp dick. Starting on a new area right
next to where blood was now oozing from the roughened head, I soon had John back
in the groove.
"Please .. please .. stop .. anything .. I'll do anything .. aaaarrrrggghh .. oh
christ .. pleeease stop .. "
In moments Vanessa joined in again. "No .. leave him alone .. please .. do it
to me .. I can take it .. please .." She reached beneath the base of her nipple
with her finger and thumb to hold the throbbing teat still, as she pushed her
chest towards me.
"I don't believe you, cunt face," I said, as I stopped filing for a moment to
turn the knife another quarter inch in John's pierced scrotum. "You lied last
time so if I start on you again you're going to have to keep begging for more
all the time I'm doing it. OK?"
"Oh god .. yes .. I'll do it .. please leave John alone .. please .. I'll ..
I'll hold my nipple for you .. I'll let you file it .. I'll ask you to keep
going .. please .. just stop hurting John .."
I happily swapped John's battered cockhead for Vanessa's raw nipple and went
back to work. John's moans lent a sweet undertone to Vanessa's high pitched
whimpering and occasional screams.
"Aaarrrggghhh .. yes .. that's it .. do it .. nnnggghhh .. I .. oh god .. its ..
its too much .. I can't .. please .. no more .. please .."
I lifted the file and looked into her eyes. Through floods of tears she
realised that there was only one way for John to survive this ordeal. She took
my hand and moved it to her other teat. "Do that one as well .. aarrrggghhh ..
go on .. harder .. AAAAAARRRGGHH .. more .. more .. please .. do it .. don't
stop .."
When blood was dripping from each of her nipples I stopped and looked around for
the next implement to increase her pain. Her screaming died down to constant
moans, frequently broken by gasps and sobs. Off to one side were some brambles
- thick and wiry with thousands of small needles all round each stem. I went
back to the car to get some gloves and then took the knife out of John's bloody
ball sac and cut two of the thickest I could find. Making Vanessa push her
chest out again I wrapped them round each of her tits, starting at the base and
working up to her nipples. As each small thorn entered her tits she screamed
again, especially when I squeezed the briars into her flesh. I couldn't make
the ends stay in position so I told the tortured sobbing girl to hold them in
place.
Picking up a small branch I began to whip her breasts as she struggled to hold
the brambles in position. The plant stopped the makeshift whip from reaching
her flesh but each stoke drove the needles of pain deeper and deeper into her.
I was rock hard again and knew that I would not be able to last much longer.
Moving Vanessa next to John I turned her head sideways so that her mouth was
able to suck my cock while I could whip her beautiful bound tits.
"Last bit, sweet-cheeks," I laughed. "You keep those brambles on your tits and
suck cock like you've never done before. I'll whip you and stand on John's
balls. John is going to scream. Right, everyone knows what to do? As soon as
I come, we can all go home."
Vanessa did her best but seemed to find it difficult to concentrate which meant
the blow job went on much longer than I had expected. I played my part really
well and by the end I had managed to whip most of the brambles off her body
although shit loads of needles were still embedded in her tits. John should
have got a special mention for playing his part with enthusiasm as I used his
scrotum like a wah-wah pedal. Eventually the fun had to end and I came deep in
Vanessa throat, while placing all my weight on John's balls.
When I had finished we packed away the filming equipment and left the two lovers
in the clearing trying to untie the fishing lines without increasing their
agony.
We checked the local paper on the internet a few days later and pissed ourselves
laughing when we saw that they had gone through with the wedding, although John
had been in a wheelchair because of a "temporary mobility problem". As a
special momento Paul sent them a copy of the video to the address on her
driver's licence.
Chapter 17
As we drove through the evening Paul finished his story about what had been
happening with his new family.
On her 14th birthday Paul had decided it was time to introduce Lucy to her new
life. The birthday girl gets her 'special' presents in private when her sisters
have gone to bed. Her mother just sits and stares at the TV as Lucy opens a
selection of boxes that have been purchased at various sex shops. Vibrators,
dildos, love-balls, corsets, high heels, the sluttiest nurse's uniform a mind
could think of, ball-gags, you name it, Lucy now seems to own it. All of these
things she has seen on the videos. Most of them she has fantasised about
owning. Some of them she has secretly bought or stolen since her mind became
obsessed with sex.
Paul gives his special girl some champagne, and the alcohol - with another
'supplement' added - means that Paul has one of the best nights of his life.
Lucy enjoys most of it and even those bits that hurt at first seem to be a price
well worth paying now that her life has meaning. It seems that ever since she
could remember she wanted to be Paul's fuck-toy. Her mother doesn't seem to
notice and Lucy is absolutely certain that she must dedicate herself to being
Paul's sexual plaything.
She leaves school to be 'privately educated' at home. Educated by Paul, of
course, with a bit more help from his hypnotist friend who now gets young cunt
as payment for his work. Paul doesn't mind sharing and Lucy is ecstatic when
she gets more sex and sees that Paul is happy. Lucy spends each day trying to
think of things to keep Paul happy. She studies sex manuals, she watches blue
movies, she reads every porn novel she can get her hands on. She fucks him
whenever, however, where-ever he wants. She suggests new positions or ideas the
whole time, but never complains if Paul doesn't want to fuck tonight or chooses
something different to what she had planned.
She is a complete slave to Paul and although wanting sex the entire time,
follows the strict rules he has laid down.
1. Whatever Paul says is right
2. Whatever Paul wants he gets.
3. Never even think about fucking anyone else unless Paul says so, then do it
in whatever way Paul says.
4. Paul can fuck anyone he wants and she will think it is wonderful and will
join in if Paul says so.
Her sisters are not to know about her addiction to sex with Paul. They may
wonder at some of her more revealing costumes and they might think her
relationship with her adopted father is a bit weird, but they are to be kept as
innocent as possible of Paul's perverted desires until he decides how he will
use them. In her perverted little mind it is very simple. Paul is God.
I sat in the car and listened to this story. Paul obviously was God. He had
all the money he could want. He had two women who would fuck him any way he
wanted. One of them was apparently not as good as she had been but still did
whatever she was told, but the other was still only 15 and was everything a man
could dream of. He also had two other little cunts coming up on the rails to
help out with his perverted ideas if he ever got bored.
It was about midnight and we were an hour or so from home when Paul phoned Lucy.
"Hi fuck-bunny" he said, "how are those tight little holes? In need of a cock?"
I could hear the squeal of delight at the other end of the phone when she
realised it was her lover coming home, and for a laugh Paul put the phone on
'speaker' so I could hear her properly.
"Oh god, lover. Please hurry back. My cunt needs you. I'm going crazy without
your beautiful cock. Say you'll fuck my ass before you do anything else when
you get home. I've been practicing squeezing my ass muscles on the dildo and I
know you're going to love the way I can give you even more fun when you bugger
me. I need to suck you. I'll do it all night long. I won't let you take your
cock out of me for a moment. Please hurry. I'm playing with myself now and
knowing you'll be here soon is making me so wet. Hurry lover. I love you and
your hard cock. Please hurry home and fuck your little cock slut."
"If you've been good I got a friend who can help you out as well," laughed Paul,
"but before you make yourself cum, I need to get a couple of things organised.
Have you been doing everything I told you to Tina?"
"Yes, baby. I'll do anything you want. You know that. Does your friend have a
big cock? Will you both fuck me together? Can I suck him while you bugger me?
Oh .. oh .. oh .. ooohhh .. fuuuccckkkkiiinnngg cuuuummmiiinnggg .. ooohhh
... oohhh .. oohh .." The phone went quiet for a minute as she tried to get
her breath back. "Oh god, I love you. I can cum just by hearing your voice,
you beautiful man. You must come home soon to fuck me properly. I'll make it
so good for you. Oh god .. now my juices are running down my leg .. "
"God you're a slut." Paul smiled at me as we listened to her gentle gasps and
moans. "Where's your mother? Is she down at the bar?"
"Yes, lover. She went out three hours ago. She is supposed to be back by two
o'clock. Come home to me baby. Come and fuck your little tight slave cunt.
Hurry, please. I can show your friend how wide I can spread my legs so that he
can get full access to my wet hole. I can do you both if you want. Two minutes
in my ass, two minutes in my mouth, and then back to my ass. He'll love how I
can throat his shit covered cock. Is he a good lover like you? I cum every
time you touch me, lover. Oh .. oh .. oh .. I'm getting there again .."
"You'll wear out that clit of yours," Paul replied. "I'll get Judy on the way
in and be with you in an hour or so. Make sure you don't cum again until we get
there. I want you to really be in need of cock when we come home."
"Oh .. oh .. oh .. you're so cruel .." she giggled down the phone, "I'll never
be able to stop playing with myself now I know I going to be fucked tonight.
It'll be such sweet torture but I'll try. My cunt will be so fresh and open and
ready for you. Please hurry. I'll go mad if you don't stick your big dick in
me soon."
"Just do your best" said Paul. "See you later."
I know Paul had told me she was a slut but that call was amazing.
"So," said Paul. "Do you still want to come and meet my little nymphet?"
Did I? Paul isn't noted for stupid questions but that one took first prize.
I'd give my right ball to meet her. She didn't know who I was, I had never even
seen her photograph, but there she was offering me every hole she had over the
phone just because Paul had said he was bringing a friend home.
"Yeah, OK." I said, trying not to sound like I was drooling at the prospect of
meeting his teen fuck-bunny.
An hour later we were driving through the darkened streets on the rough side of
town.
"Sorry about this diversion." said Paul. "Got to pick up Judy. She can't drive
in her state but she still fucks well if you don't want any natural reaction,
though her acting is still pretty convincing. Seemed to me to be exactly what
hookers do, so I've had her on the streets for the last few months to earn some
money. We don't need the cash but it keeps her out of Lucy's way and sometimes
it's a laugh quizzing her to find out how she got a black eye from a punter, or
gang banged in her ass by six drunk college kids, or whatever. She wont tell
you on her own, but if you see the signs of something on her body and ask the
right questions you often get interesting answers."
We pulled up outside a closed bar and from 30 yards away a hooker walked towards
us. It was Judy. Now, I know that I didn't see her at her best that day three
years ago but I did get a good look at her tits. The prostitute walking towards
us had hooters twice the size of Judy's even after I'd tied them up.
"Those tits could take your eye out," I joked.
"Yeah," laughed Paul, "cost a bit as well, but they look good on her and it's
what the punters want. She also knows how to walk, talk and use her body to the
maximum effect. By doing everything expected of her she gets more clients and I
get more money."
He was, as usual, dead right. The legs in their ridiculously high heeled red
leather lace up thigh boots, the swirl of the miniscule rah-rah skirt as her
hips sashayed towards us, the waist-coat that didn't even try to meet at the
front and was cut so short at the sides that her tits were visible from
virtually every angle, everything about her said 'this is your dream hooker'.
As she reached the car I saw a tattoo on her stomach. Curving over a heart
formed round her belly-button were the words 'IF YOU WANT IT' while curving
underneath was the line 'I DO IT'.
"The tattoo's a bit in-your-face isn't it." I said. "I thought you were the
classy, subtle one, Paul."
"Fuck off." he laughed. "She's a fucking whore. She shags guys against a wall,
sucks cocks for peanuts and sticks her head in the dirt so her ass is available.
What do you want, fucking Shakespeare? ... Hey Rob, why not get in the back with
her and have a blow-job for old times sake."
I wasn't actually that keen. I had been having trouble with a hard on since his
phone conversation with Lucy and I wanted to save up my cum for her young cunt.
"Well, I was thinking I might be better with Lucy if I didn't spunk now," I
said.
Paul laughed. "Don't worry about that. You could have had three colossal
orgasms in the last half hour but I guarantee that Lucy would get you hard again
in two minutes. She is one sweet piece. Enjoy yourself with Judy. I promise
that your first meeting with Lucy will be even better if you get rid of your
first load now."
I got out of the passenger seat and climbed into the back after Judy. Her body,
her clothes, her hair, her make-up, even her smell all said "I'm a whore. I'm
the whore in your wildest fantasy. Fuck me."
"Hi slut," I said. "Remember me?"
She looked at me but there was absolutely no recognition in her eyes. In fact,
I think she would have had trouble recognising a lamppost. There was nobody
home.
"Judy," Paul twisted round to look at her, "give me the money and then give my
friend the best blow job you've ever done."
"Yes, Paul" was the only reply. She reached into her small purse and gave Paul
a wad of notes. 400 or so if I guessed right. Paul took the cash and put the
car into gear as she turned towards me. The transformation was almost instant.
It was as if you had flipped the switch that said 'slut whore' and then watched
the screen dissolve as the bored streetwalker disappeared and the pixels
rearranged themselves into 'your honey for the night'.
"Hi baby," she moaned, as if sitting next to me was turning her on. Her hands
worked the magic they had all those years back and within a few minutes my shirt
was open and my nipples had been caressed and sucked. My jeans were on the
floor as her hands and mouth explored every part of my body. She seemed to have
more than one pair of hands as my thighs, ass, stomach, balls and cock were all
subjected to her expert fondling.
My dick was rock hard as the head was gently stroked with one hand and my balls
were caressed by the other. She had shucked the waistcoat from her shoulders so
I could play with her tits and she was rubbing the huge mammaries on every
available part of my exposed flesh.
Her mouth slowly enveloped my cock head and gently sucked it back and forth
between her lips, before sliding downwards towards the base in one long sweet
slow movement. When she hit rock bottom she held still for over a minute as her
throat swallowed around my solid manhood until, just as slowly, she pulled her
mouth back up my cock to the tip. She kept this up without pausing, for the
short ride to Paul's place.
As we got near to the house her hand increased its gentle caressing of my balls,
somehow she got a finger into my ass to work on my prostate and her moans of
pleasure heightened. Her timing was excellent. As Paul brought the car to a
halt, my cock exploded into her throat as she swallowed and swallowed. As she
gently withdrew my cock from her mouth she lapped up any remaining gobs of spunk
and spit that were left on my shaft.
"How was it?" asked Paul. "She's fucking good, ain't she? She's had so much
practice that I'm thinking of entering her in a competition. If she wasn't a
bit past it I'm sure she could suck for Texas."
"Not bad, not bad at all," was my reply, "but you know it would have been better
if I had been able to cut her tits off at the same time."
"Yeah, I know." Paul smiled, "but your method never leaves any fun for the next
day. Unless you're going to stick them back on somehow. These are my women and
they don't get damaged unless I say. Come and meet Lucy."
