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Wedded into Slavery, Intro and Part 1

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My name is April.  I have been enslaved by a man named Bruce.  Years ago, I was good friends with Bruce, but after the death of my lover, I disappeared from the tavern in which we all lived and worked together.  One night I came back, drunk, and acquiesced to his advances, and agreed to something I never intended to happen.  I agreed to get married.

I am bound, only to leave if he should allow me.  I never before knew he could be so fucked in the head…

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            April headed downstairs, her well-groomed white-gloved hand skimming along the length of the rail until she found herself at the first story of the tavern.  There she saw Bruce behind the bar, staring right at her, as if he had been expecting her the entire time.  He was dressed in a tux, and stood next to a man in a long black robe.  Bruce had an obvious hard-on accompanying his lustful grin, and when the robed man caught glimpse of April, he too developed a hard-on.

            She looked stunning.  Her vibrant skin was highlighted by the vague sheathing of her body.  She wore a stretchy lace and fishnet soft cup bustier, which was pulled taut by the white clips that also held up her soft white stockings.  She toyed at her long, loosely curled blond tresses, which framed her delicately veiled face and fell to the waistband of her white thong.

            “Well, my beautiful bride, this was the best I could do on such short notice.  You look so sexy, dressed up for me.”

            She turned slightly red, noticing her well-curved body was on display for not only Bruce, but also a minister.

            She warily approached them, both of the men hungrily eying her as her breasts bounced slightly with each movement.

            “Well, April, you have made both of our cocks so hard with your wonderful tits and your shapely body.  You won’t have to fuck both of us today, but you will be fucked.  Let’s hurry this up so that we can consummate our marriage.”

            She stood beside Bruce, who did not lovingly take her hand, but hooked his hand inside of her waistband and cupped his hand over the nearest globe of her ass.

            “Can we hurry this, please, Michael?”

            The minister nodded and flipped through the small book he held in his hand before just putting it down on the bar to his side.  “Would you just like to take your vows?”

            Bruce nodded, then looked to April.  “I, Bruce, take thee, April, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to keep for my pleasure, for as long as we both shall live.”

            He had fed her the vows he wanted her to speak the night before, and had instructed her to memorize them.  A tear trickled down her cheek as she fought with herself, not wanting to speak the boorish words he wished her to speak, knowing she had no choice.

            “I, April, take thee, Bruce, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to pleasure your cock, to bathe myself in and consume your cum, to service your every whim, to, err…”

            She hesitated, eliciting a glare from Bruce, who painfully squeezed her ass to inspire her to continue.

            “To present my body in a whorish fashion, to allow full access to the entirety of my flesh and the depths of my orifices for penetration or any other treatment which you may require, to always ensure that you blow your load, even at the expense of my own pleasure, for as long as we both shall live.”

            The minister smiled evilly, his erection very obviously twitching underneath the robe.

            “By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife, yadda yadda.  Now, go on, love birds, and I shall be on my way.”  He extended his hand to Bruce.  “She’s a hot one.  You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

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            Bruce laid April down onto his bed, lavishly covered with black satin, and removed the jacket of his tuxedo, shoes, and socks, tossing them to the side.  The sound of the thump of the shoes against the wall caused her to look over to the side, then she spotted a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on the bedside table, along with two champagne flutes, a corkscrew, and an unlabeled bottle.

            Bruce started unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it after loosening his bowtie, shucking those to the side, as well, then rapidly removed his cummerbund, pants, and underwear.  He seemed to be in a pretty big hurry.

            April looked back to him with worry, her eyes locked on his large and hardened cock.

            “Remove your veil, baby.”  She did so, delicately placing it on the bedside table.  “Good girl.”  He crawled onto the bed, situating himself in a lying position on his side, putting his hand on her stomach.  “I know you’ve already lost your virginity, but I thought you could still wear white because you haven’t yet lost your anal virginity.”

            Her eyes grew wide and she took a deep, fearful breath, which made him laugh.  “You vowed, baby.  Every orifice I wish to lavish attention on.”  His hand traveled down her stomach and onto her mons, then over to her hip where he unclipped one of the bands that connected her bustier to her stockings.  He then did the other one, and resituated himself so that he could remove the delicate leggings.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll give your hungry pussy attention, too.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you, whore?”

            “Please, I don’t want to do this.”  Her big blue eyes looked up at him pleadingly.

            “You’ll love it, baby.  And it’s not like it really matters, because you also vowed to make me cum at the expense of your own pleasure.”  He straddled her, lifting up her bustier, motioning for her to sit up briefly so he could remove it.  Once it was removed, his hands came to her breasts, softly cupping the mounds and moving them in circles.  His eyes closed against the pleasure he got just from enjoying her tits.  “Mmmm.”

            His already steel cock stiffened and lengthened even more as it rested against her stomach.  “Ohhh, yeahhh.”  His fingers zeroed in on their pink targets, painfully pinching April’s delicate nipples, making her close her eyes and arc her back as she moaned in pain.

            “Alright, baby, let’s get these silly panties off,” he spoke, almost in a whisper.  He moved off of her and reached under the small of her back, easing her lower body up as he peeled the g-string from her body, displaying her bare pussy.

            She began trembling, naked save for the gloves on her hands.  “How about some champagne?”  He knew April was a booze hound, so he wasn’t surprised that once he uncorked the bottle and poured their two glasses, she immediately downed her own and half of the bottle.  “That’s okay.  You’re loose when you’re drunk.”

            She whimpered softly at the humiliating words he spoke, then put the bottle back on the table.

            He watched her in her nude state as he patiently sipped down a few glasses of the alcohol, leaving about a fourth of the bottle left.  He held it up and swirled it a bit to gauge the level left.  “Perfect.”  He turned his visual attention to her again.  “Now, slut, I need you to scoot to the bottom of the bed.”  She hesitated, but did so, not wanting to incur any punishments, at least not on the first day of being a slave.  She was buzzed, no doubt, and, as he had said, much more willing to fuck.

            He got off the bed with the bottle of champagne in hand and moved to the foot of the bed.  “Now, lift up your hips and spread your legs.”  She lifted her pelvis off the bed, bracing her feet on the edge, spread as far as she could in her position.  He smiled softly, reaching forward to swipe his index finger along the length of her pussy slit.  He swiftly found her clit and gently circled it, watching her sway her hips back and forth with a pleasured moan.  “That’s it, whore.”  He moved the bottle neck to her opening and quickly shoved it in, releasing her clit and circling her hips in his arm so he could angle her and let the sizzling liquid seep into her cunt. 

She yelped and whimpered in protest.  It was cold, the feeling of being filled with liquid unexpectedly was uncomfortable, and she protested by squeezing her vaginal walls, and the liquid spilled out, coursing down her ass cheeks and into her ass crack.  “You fucking drunk bitch.”  He smirked.  “You love your fucking drink, don’t you, bitch?  And you love your fucking cunt filled.”

Having gotten used to the feeling, and actually enjoying it, April used one of her arms to hold her legs up, closing them, but spreading the plane of her pussy so Bruce could teasingly pump the bottle neck in and out of her pussy.  “There we go.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, her eyes shut lightly as her head nuzzled into the plush of the bed.

Bruce lightly slapped at her thighs, and she let them down and splayed them to the side.  He sped up the penetrations into her dripping twat and reached up with his free hand to play with her tits.  “Oh, yeah.”

She whimpered softly, putting her newly freed hand up near her head, baring her body for his pleasure.

When he noticed her pleasure mounting, he let the bottle slip out of her pussy and across her perineum, venturing into the crinkle of her ass.  He stopped playing with her tits so he could restrain her should she try to get away. 

She yelped, her eyes flying wide open.  “Please don’t!”

“Shut up, bitch.  If you’re going to beg at all, it better be for me to use you.”

She shut up, not wanting to egg him on, but she still looked conflicted.  He wasn’t moving the bottle, but he could at any moment.  Her ass muscles were tightening to try to expel it, but he held it in firmly.  “Actually, I like the thought of your begging.  So, whore, go ahead.  Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, fuck me, Bruce.”  She was monotonous.

He violently pumped the bottle in her ass several times, then quickly moved it back to her pussy, where he slowly and torturously began pumping her again.  “Say it like you mean it, whore.  You want to cum?”

Now that the bottle was back in her cunt, she enjoyed the feelings again.  The slow, deliberate movements helped her to start mounting her arousal again.  She spoke with renewed fervor.  “Please!  Oh, yes, please fuck me.  Fuck my pussy with the fucking bottle.”

“There we go,” he cooed.  “There you go, baby.”  She started moving her body against the neck of the bottle with a groan, pushing it deeper.  “That’s it.”

Bruce made a few very deep penetrations into her cunt.  “If you want to cum, you have to keep begging, slut.”

“Please, can I cum?”  Her breathing was deepening and speeding up.

“What do you call me?”

“Please, master, can I cum?”  She whimpered softly when he sped up the fucking of her pussy.

“What do you want me to do after you cum, baby?”

She groaned softly, “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do, bitch.”  He pushed the bottle deep, not moving it.  “You have to beg me.”

“Please, after I cum, can you fuck me in the ass?”  She went red with embarrassment, hoping she had chosen adequate words.

“Of course, baby.”  He started the pumping again.  “And you may cum.”  He sped it up, feeling resistance as her pussy muscles started squeezing back in pleasure.

“Mmmm, ahhhhh,” she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth to help get the bottle deeper.

“Oh, yes, baby,” he groaned, feeling the immense strain in his cock as she fucked the bottle.

“Oh, yeah!” she responded, clutching the bed as he continued to fuck her.

“Yeah, baby,” he cooed, pleased with her performance.

“Mmmm, ohhh yeahhhh!” she called as she came, her muscles clenching tightly onto the bottle.  “Fuck yeah,” she gasped as she slumped back against the bed.

“Mmmmm,” Bruce murmured as he slowly twisted the bottle and pulled it from her cunt.  “Oh, yeah, whore.  What a good girl you are.”  He patted her pussy with pride in his little slut, and she jumped slightly after the intensity of her orgasm.  “Did you like that, whore?”

She whimpered softly in humiliation.  “Yes, master.”

“You ready to get assfucked, slut?”

She groaned softly, “I’m scared, master.”  She bit down on her lip.

“Don’t be scared, baby.  It’s just a cock up your tight little ass.”

“But your cock is so big, master.”  She thought he might like to hear that.

She was right.  His chest swelled with pride and he stroked the length of his large dick a few times.  “I know, baby, and you’re so tight, but we have to do it.  You’re my wife, and you’ve already lost your oral and pussy virginities.  Don’t you want to give your master your anal virginity?”

“Yes, master,” she lied.  “What do I have to do?”

He snaked his hand forward and gave her clit a sharp pinch, making her yelp.  “I need you to get on your hands and knees in the center of the bed.  Since it’s your first time, I promise I won’t hurt you too badly.”

He brought the bottle back over to the bedside table, placing it down, picking up the bottle of oil and mounting the bed.  April had obediently gotten into the position he required of her.

He flipped open the tube of oil and drizzled it onto the crack of her ass, letting it ooze downward, then he rubbed his index finger along the crack, hooking the tip into her asshole.  She groaned in discomfort.

“Oh, yeah,” Bruce said, slipping his finger in all the way.  “Can you tighten on my finger, baby?”  She bore down, increasing the pressure on his finger.  “Oh, yeahhhhhhh,” he responded.  He watched her ass prettily constrict and relax around his finger rhythmically, rubbing one of her ass cheeks to display his pleasure.  “Look at that.  What a dirty little whore.”

April was clenching her teeth, gritting them against the penetrative discomfort in her asshole, merely performing to prevent any sort of punishment from being laid down upon her.  She slammed her head into the bed as she felt a second finger pop into her ass.

“You’re such a good girl.”

“Fuck my ass, please.”  She sounded meek.

“Oh, yeah!” he grinned, pleased to see her going above and beyond what he asked of her.  He wiggled the fingers, then started forcefully moving them from side to side, loosening her.  He then started moving them more quickly, shaking them violently, causing her to arc her back in pain and let out a scream.  “Yeah, baby!”  He pulled them out suddenly, getting up behind her and mounting her.

He slid his raging hard-on into her ass slowly, feeling her jerking and barking in pain.  He used one hand to hold himself up on the bed, leaving the other one free to soothingly stroke along April’s tummy.  “It’s okay, baby.  You’re being very good.  You’re being a very good slut.”

“It hurts, master,” she whined as he continued to slide into her, her body trembling as he was fully in her.

“I know, cunt,” he said, slowly working his dick up and down into her hole, continuing to rub along her stomach.  “It has to be done.”

He pumped a few times, then pushed deep inside of her, relishing in the sounds of her pain.  “Now push it.”  She bore down on his dick, massaging the length of his shaft, making him moan, his eyes squinting shut.  “Yeah, that’s it.”

He pulled out of her, moving his hands to her ass cheeks, pushing down on them to spread them apart and show her gaping hole.  “You want some cock?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, relieved that her ass was empty.

“Say it, bitch.”

“I want your cock up my ass.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please!  Fuck my ass!”

He instructed her to fold one of her arms behind her back.  He pressed down on it, slamming his dick into her ass again.  He pumped her roughly, eventually releasing her arm to grip onto her ass cheeks.  She gained traction by dropping her arm down and gripping onto the bed.

Bruce reached underneath her with both arms, ceasing his pumping so he could flip them over.  He lay down, situating her on top, her feet on his thighs and her hands by his sides.  “Ride my cock.”

She began moving along his dick, aided by his hands propped against her back.  She was whimpering and moaning with pain.  “It’s okay,” he cooed, not really consoling her at all.

He started roughly pounding up into her, yelling louder than she, “I wanna fuck that ass, baby!”

Unsettled by the rough fucking, April’s arms gave way and she fell back against Bruce’s chest.  He continued to fuck her, but slightly gentler, one hand moving down to gently grasp an ass cheek, the other moving to a gyrating breast.  When he squeezed it, April moaned in pleasure, her ass massaging his cock inside of her.  He groaned, throwing his head back, eyes shut.  “Yeah.  Ohhhh, yessss.”

“Ohhh, god,” moaned April, also closing her eyes, surprised to actually feel an oncoming orgasm creeping up on her.

“Yes, baby,” moaned Bruce, lengthening his strokes.

“Oh, yeahhhh,” she responded as she began to shake.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” he cried, quickening his pace as he felt his load loosening in his balls.

“Fuck me!”

“Yeah, baby!”

She started crying out in staccato bursts, letting out a final scream as she came on top of him, clamping down on his dick.  This caused him to swiftly follow with his own orgasm.

“Fuck yeah!” he called as he blew his load into her ass, pounding several times before his dick was limp in her ass.

“What do you say, bitch?”

“Thank you, master.”  She gasped to catch her breath.  “Thank you for fucking my ass.”

Rendezvous

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            Through slanted and awkwardly skewed eyes, I watch the empty bottle of beer come to rest on top of the counter and visually trace the outline of your hand that rests around it.
            “I want you to tell me something.”  Your voice is stern and commands that I look up into your eyes.  Once I do, you stand up, pushing the stool aside with an unwelcome screech.  “I overheard you interject that asshole’s advances with the excuse that you&rsqu
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o;re a lesbian.”  At this point, you have made it around the counter to my side, and I stand up, looking at you intently.  My weakened knees have forced me to back up against the wall.  “It’s been a while, so I want you to tell me, exactly how lesbian are you?”  Now you have closed the distance between us, save for a few inches, and the warmth emanating from your body stirs a certain unease in mine.  Your hands come to rest on either side of my head as you steady yourself with the wall.
            I take in a deep, long breath, and take even more time to exhale; I know that if I speak unprepared, my voice will break under pressure.  My voice manages a tone indicative of the sheer lust that I feel.  “Not lesbian enough to say no if you wanted to fuck me.”
            The imposing nature of your stance seems to lessen in severity once my response elicits a lustful smile on your countenance.  “I do, very much.”
            You close the distance between us, brushing your chest against me, lulling my eyes shut.  Just as I am about to moan, you envelop my mouth with your own.  Removing your hands from the wall, you swiftly push me roughly against the wall, unbuttoning my shirt with ease, aided by the clarity of mind attained from your desire.  “And you’re going to fuck me back.”
            As your lips part from mine to speak, I begin breathing heavily, turning my head to the side to rest my cheek against the wall as I try to compose myself.  My breath quickens as I feel my shirt and bra dropping to my feet.  One of your free hands grabs onto my jaw, jerking my face toward you so I can look you in the eye.
            “Beg me.”
            “Scott . . .”
            “Beg me.”
            A meek whimper arises from my throat.  “Please,” I whisper, much to your dissatisfaction.
            “Please what?”  Your groin grinds against mine.
            “Fuck me, Scott.  Please fuck me,” I groan, inspired by the pressure of your cock.
            With a sudden fury, we commence the unsheathing of our bodies and stumble into my bedroom.  You push me face-down onto the mattress, then roughly grip onto my hips as you pull my ass into the air and mount yourself on top of me, your dick immediately finding its way into the depths of my quivering pussy.  I unleash a muffled moan into the plush bed.
            You pull out of me entirely, then roughly plummet back inside of me, making me scream into the mattress even more.  Engulfed in your desirous state, you indulge in a barrage of merciless penetrations, nearly paralyzing me through sheer intensity, but still extracting sounds of pleasure from deep inside of me.
            After your initial frenzy, you slow considerably, wrapping one arm around my waist and another within the length of my hair, pulling me up and holding me close against you.  As you unleash passionate kisses along my back and neck, I gasp softly for air, my body writhing in response.  The movements produce a rippling tightness against your cock, and I hear you moan as you sink your teeth into the flesh of my shoulder.  Encouraged, I brace my hands on the sides of your thighs and start sliding along the shaft of your dick, rivulets of juices trickling from my pussy.
            “Good girl,” you grunt breathlessly, running the coarse stubble on your chin across my sensitive neck.
            Feverish from my overwhelming sensitivity, I breathe heavily a few seconds before fighting your hands off of me so that I can turn around to face you.  As I move to try to push you down and mount you, you put a hand around my throat and maneuver me down instead.  My feet rest flat on the bed, my knees bent and spread, and through the ruthless desperation for your cock, my lower body starts trembling.  Fully aware of my desperation, and although you yourself are seeking orgasmic release, you choose to prolong my arousal.  Your free hand clasps over my cunt, your middle finger wedging between my labia and slipping inside me.  Bucking violently, I end up choking myself against your unrelenting restraint, and you smile at me calmly, relishing in my torture.  You remove the middle finger and circle it lazily around the entrance of my twat, bracing my jaw as I try to roll my head to the side.
            Leaning over, you take my right nipple into your mouth, merely closing your lips around it for a few seconds before teasingly nipping at it with your teeth.  Upon receiving an appreciative moan in response, your teeth clamp down more harshly, causing my hips to roll upward in craving.  In addition to the current sensations you are lavishing upon my body, your index finger and thumb close in on my clit, and my entire body quakes beneath you.  “My, are you wet.”
            My eyes narrow on you in a sort of anger, craving the attention of your dick.  I want you in me so badly, and you are just torturing me and stating the obvious.  “I need your cock, Scott.”
            Your hand curls slowly into the depths of my pussy, and upon removing it, you slap my face, the sting more severe since it is saturated in my juices.  “Whore.”
            “Please . . .”
            “Slut.”  You turn your head to the side and spit onto my face, watching the fluid trail from my lips down to my neck.  “How badly do you want it?”
            My tongue snakes out to lick up some of the saliva.  “I need it.”
            You watch me for a few moments before speaking.  “Fine.”  You reach behind my head and grab onto a chunk of hair, then lie back and roughly pull my head toward your erect dick.  You roughly slap it against my cheek, leaving a red mark, then rub it against my lips so I’ll take it in my mouth.  Pushing me down on top of it, you grin.  “Take it.”
            Suppressing my initial gag reflex takes a few moments, but then I am willingly taking your cock into the depths of my throat, circling the tip with my tongue as I twist my neck back and forth to accommodate the act.  You throw your head back and groan, releasing my hair once you trust that I will continue to fuck your cock with my mouth.
            I steady myself with one hand while the other moves to cradle your balls as I voraciously work at your dick.  Once the tension in your body builds, you grab onto my hair and pull me off, stopping your impending orgasm.  You push me back down onto the bed, crawling on top of me, then plunge your cock into my pussy, much to my relief.  Your demeanor has taken a change at this point, and you don’t start thrusting right away, but instead nudge my cheek with your chin so I’ll look you in the eye.
            “Scott,” I whisper softly as you gingerly kiss my lips.
            “Sara,” you whisper back, trickling fingers against my scalp in affection.
            A gentle rhythm of thrusting commences, the aggression diminishing into a languid yet intense passion.  Accompanied by increasingly strident groaning, your final thrusts bring forth simultaneous climaxes, and you become limp on top of me, resting your cheek on my breast.  “Scott . . .”

Wedded into Slavery, Part 2

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            April awoke when she felt the clasping of something around her neck.  She struggled instinctively, but was pinned down under Bruce’s weight.

            “Good morning, whore,” he said with a calm and content smile on his countenance.  “I have some special treats for you today.”

            April heard a click and felt a pulling sensation against her neck.  Then she realized, she had been collared and

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leashed, and Bruce was tugging at her.

            “Come on.  Let’s go down to the basement.”  He removed himself from on top of her, pulling himself to his feet, naked in front of her.  She, too, was naked.  He instructed her to follow on hands and knees.

 

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            April was led into the basement, and was instructed to stay on her hands and knees in the center of a mat in the center of the room.  Next to it was a wheeled silver table with various instruments which she could not discern from her near-ground level.  She trembled in a combination of cold and fear, and even some excitement.  She both worried about and looked forward to the deeds that Bruce was going to administer to her supple body.

            April heard Bruce shuffle some of the things on top of the metal table, looking up at him.

            “Don’t fucking look at me.  Look down.”  She did so quickly, hanging her head pitifully.

            Bruce wheeled the table over as he came behind her body.  He bent down, sliding the handle of her leash over his hand and onto his wrist so both of his hands would be free.  Both of his palms found the globes of April’s beautiful ass, rubbing them outward slowly in circles, giving him brief glances of her asshole and slit.  Her beautiful hairless cunt and tight ass drove him mad.  She was humiliated, just thinking about how crudely she was being displayed.  He groaned softly, feeling blood rushing to his dick, engorging it. 

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered, pleased by the presentation and manipulation of her ass.  His movements became more exaggerated, her pussy lips also separating as her cheeks parted.  She was wet, he noticed from the light smacking sound that came when his inward-moving circles closed her ass cheeks and pussy lips.  “That’s it, whore.”

On an outward-moving circle, Bruce moved forward, slipping his cock into April’s pussy.  She immediately groaned, “Oh, yes.”

“How do you like that, slut?” inquired Bruce as he playfully pumped her cunt a few times, not with much vigor at all.  It wasn’t like he was going to fuck her pussy and be over with the ordeal.

“Mmmm, I love it, master,” she responded, shifting her hips from side to side.  “I love your cock in my pussy.  Please, can you fuck me harder?”

He gained a bit of leverage by placing one hand on her ass.  “Not yet, baby.  We’re going to work you up.  You’re going to be at my mercy for quite a while today.”  He had to maintain his composure so he didn’t end up balling the bitch.  He wanted so badly to cum already, so aroused by his slut that he had to fight himself.

“Yes, master,” she sighed, a bit disappointed, but also a bit relieved, wanting the pleasure to extend, yet feeling so horny that she just wanted to orgasm as soon as possible.

Bruce retracted his cock from April’s pussy and rubbed the head along her slit a few times to gather moisture, then slowly started to press it against the rim of her ass.  She moaned in protest, and he pulled the leash roughly to tell her to stop her bitching.  He pressed in all the way, giving a few slow pumps, just as teasing as with her pussy, but, of course, more painful.

He gave a series of more powerful thrusts after teasing and stretching her a bit, forcing himself to suppress the overload of sensations along his cock.  He relished in her tight ass, mainly because it did feel extraordinary against his dick, but also because he knew April was in great pain.  She moaned and groaned, and he continued to roughly pull back on the leash, but he couldn’t stop her verbal protests.  It wasn’t as if he minded, really.  He loved to hear her in pain.

He gripped tightly onto her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so he could get a good view of his cock penetrating into her tight hole.  It was already becoming inflamed, he noticed.  Where it had been pink before, it was becoming a bright red.  It was swelling against his cock, making her even tighter than before.  Her ass cheeks were clenched in pain, accentuating the tautness of it.

He pulled out of her for a few seconds, keeping her cheeks spread wide, looking into the gaping but gradually shrinking hole of her ass.  “Oh yeah, baby, you’re so tight.  Ready to take it back in?  Here it comes.”

His dick slipped back down into her pussy, to her relief, and he started pounding into her with a rhythmic, moderate pace.  He tightened the leash around his hand, pulling her head up and holding it taut.  His free hand smacked the swell of her ass, making her groan.

Gaining leverage off of the small of her back, he began thrusting harder, his breath becoming more labored, along with hers.  “Do you like my dick slamming into you?”  Fuck, her pussy was tight, too.  And so very wet.  Every time his cock went to the hilt, his nuts would make a meaty thwack against her wet slit, and dribbles of her juices would trickle down into his ball hair.

“Uh-huh,” she grunted, her voice guttural from primitive desires.

His hand slid down her back, returning to her ass cheek, which he gripped viciously before smacking it again, maintaining his rhythm, which certainly wasn’t one that would allow her to cum, just one to keep her wanting more.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, starting to push back against his cock, making him smile evilly.  Even if it was torture for him, he wanted to torture her, as well.  He was going to build his whore up before releasing her from the strains of her arousal.  He gripped her hips to steady her so she couldn’t move against him, then he stopped suddenly, making her whimper.  “Please, don’t stop.”

He slowly, torturously pulled his cock back from her pussy.  He lay down on his back, tugging lightly at her leash, instructing her to look at him.  “Mount my cock, bitch, facing me.”

She did so, her feet resting on either side of his hips.  She groaned when his cock sank into the depths of her pussy.

“Lean back.  Use your arms as leverage.  I want a view of your tits.”

She carefully leaned back, hands on the floor on the sides of his legs, displaying her front to him.

“Ride my cock.”

She slowly started pumping her legs, running along the length of his enormous erection, her perfectly molded tits swaying beautifully in front of his eyes. 

He put some slack into the leash, which he had kept taut so she would face him, allowing her head to dip back as she moaned in pleasure.

She continued riding him for several minutes, gradually picking up speed and intensity, and he gripped her tits roughly when he felt her pussy spasm with impending orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum,” she groaned.  “Holy shit!”

Just as she was reaching her orgasm, he reached up and wrapped his arms around her back, slamming her forward onto his chest and off of his cock, depriving her of the sensations in her pussy.  She cried out in agony, breathing heavily, searing hot from not being able to get the release she wanted.  She writhed on top of him, nearly weeping.  In fact, tears did course down her cheeks in utter frustration.  As she writhed, he relished in the feeling of her nipples grinding into his chest.

“No,” she whimpered.

“Yes,” he barked, rubbing circles on her back as he waited for her to come down a bit.  He knew she was at a painful high right now, and that it would pass.  It wasn’t easy on her, but he was willing and able (eager, really) to prolong her torture, no matter how difficult she found it to be.  “Calm down.  It’s okay.  The longer we prolong this, baby, the better orgasm will be.  For both of us.  I know you’re hungry for my cock, but you’re going to have to learn to be patient.  Hell, maybe we can even keep you from cumming for a couple of days.  Just keep you on the edge like this.”

She nuzzled her face into his shoulder in dismay.  “Please don’t, master.”

He gently lifted one hand to her brow line, pushing sweat saturated strands of hair off of her forehead.  “Shhh, baby.  Master is going to do what he wants to your body, remember?  I love when you beg, baby, but the ultimate decision is mine.”

He waited for her breathing to slow to normal, then unhooked the leash from her collar.  “You have to be a good girl, or it’s going back on.  You understand?”  She nodded.  “Now, baby, hands and knees again.”

She swiftly got into position, her rump swaying back and forth enticingly, wanting him so badly to fuck her delicious twat.

Bruce put his bulbous cock head at April’s slit, gathering juices.  This bitch didn’t even need lube (although she could have disagreed) for penetrating her ass.  He put his dick in line with her pink star and moved in slowly, painfully, stopping momentarily when his mushroom head popped through.  She cried out.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned once she cried, being spurred to start pumping her ass.  “Fuck me, bitch.”  He put a hand on her back, using a rhythm he knew she could fuck back to.  She began to time her thrusts, although excruciating, against his.  “Yesssss.”

She would hesitate periodically out of pain and exhaustion, but he would get her back on track with sharp smacks to her rump.  And he also would give her words of encouragement:  “Yes.”  “Come on.”  “Fuck yes.”  “That’s it, whore.”

Every smack, every filthy word out of his mouth turned her on, and he knew what effect it had on his slut.  Her pain was lessening, her pleasure mounting.  She didn’t know what was happening to her or why it was happening.  It all seemed so surreal.  She was in terrible, excruciating pain, yet she was actually enjoying being taken up the ass.  “God damn, baby.  I’m so glad I’m the first one in this tight little ass of yours.”

“Fuck it,” he continued.  She groaned, dipping her head down.  “Oh, yeah.  This ass is mine.  I may share the rest of your body, but I promise, baby, only I will fuck your asshole.”

Her bowels clenched with sudden fear.  What?  Share her?  She was obviously upset by the prospect.  She didn’t want to fuck men she didn’t know.  She was already fighting with herself to accept her current situation.

He smiled cruelly, having predicted such a reaction.  He knew that she would respond with disgust and fear, and he knew what effects it would have on her luscious body.  When she clenched her bowels, an incredibly sensation rippled along his cock.  “Oh, baby,” he whispered as they continued to fuck each other.  He kept fucking into her ass at a steady pace with a reasonable amount of force, and she kept fucking back onto his cock each time he plummeted inside of her.

He leaned forward a bit, whispering into her ear, “Scream for me.”  He then began pounding her roughly, each hit downward nearly knocking her to the floor, but he followed her body’s every move, lest she try to get away.  Her lips opened, her eyes squinted, and she let out a loud scream of agony, her ass clamping down on his cock, but he managed to fuck through the resistance.

“Cum for me, baby.”  She was so relieved to hear those words.  Bruce reached underneath April, roughly and suddenly pinching her clit, making her cum immediately.  Her juices trickled down her legs and onto the floor.  She cried out, slumping down after her orgasm.  He stayed in her ass, still hard, but not moving for the time being.

He laughed briefly at her.  “What a little whore you are.  All I had to do was pinch your clit, and you came all over the place.”  He reached down, caressing her thighs, picking up juices to smear along her ass cheeks.  “Oh, man, what a slut.  But we’re not done yet, baby.”

He smacked her glistening globes.  “What do we say when master makes you cum, or when master fucks you?”

She took in a few deep breaths to try to gain her composure before she was able to speak at a reasonable level.  “Thank you, master.”

“You’re very welcome, slut.”  His hands traveled back to her thighs, moving upwards along their inner sides, up toward her pussy.  “You want some more?”

“Mmmmmmhmmmm,” she responded, circling her hips as both of his hands found her pussy, spreading the lips apart.  Her slit was exposed fully to the cool air, which made the plane of her groin tingle slightly.  She wanted his fingers inside of her, though.

“That’s not how I want you to speak to me,” he growled at her, smacking her on the ass as hard as he could, eliciting a yelp from April.  “I’m not going to punish you this time because you’re such a new slut, but you’d better wise up.”

“Please, master, I want some more,” she responded, almost robotically.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, slapping her ass once again, just for good measure.

            Bruce pulled his erect cock from April’s ass, loving the sound of its exit, as well as the sight of her hole gradually pulling tight again.

            “Come on, slut,” he ordered, pulling himself away from her, walking over to a long silver table on the far end of the basement, wheeling the small portable one behind him.  She followed behind him on hands and knees, the sight of which made him smile as he turned to make sure she was coming.

            He patted the large table top, signaling for her to get on it.  “Come on, slut,” he repeated, patiently.  She got on top of the table with minimal effort.  This put her at about his chest level when she lay down on her back.

            “Good girl.  Scoot to the edge, now,” he spoke softly, coaxing her so that she inched her pussy toward him.  “Spread your legs, little whore.”

            April splayed her legs, grounding her feet on the edge of the table at the corners, spreading her pussy to his view.  He was pleased with what he saw, and Bruce took a few moments to take in the beautiful sight before him.  He saw the glistening of her juices along her twat.  He moved forward so that his torso touched the edge of the table, standing in between her legs.

            He gently patted her saturated pussy, lightly slapping it over and over, certainly not enough to hurt April, but enough to make her want more.

            April shifted her hips a bit, trying to get more friction working on her pussy, but Bruce just continued the light patting.  She wanted more, and he was just torturing her, over and over.  Why couldn’t he just fuck her pussy again?

            Bruce used his other hand to spread her labia apart so that the patting would now be concentrated on April’s engorged clitoris.  After just a few gentle pats, she started to breathe heavily.  Her clitoris was extremely sensitive at this point, causing her body to jump slightly at every touch of it.  It felt so good, but too subdued for her to be anywhere near the brink of orgasm.  “Oh, god.”

            He stopped the light beating of her clit once she spoke, swiping a finger down the length of her slit, hooking it into her asshole.  She groaned, bucking her hips.  He slapped her hard on the pussy, the wetness making it sting more.  “Don’t fight it, bitch!”

            She cried out in pain, but forced herself to remain calm.  She didn’t want to be smacked again.

            When Bruce saw her struggle to behave, his anger subsided, and he smiled at her lustfully.  He watched her face contort in pleasure when the index finger of his other hand hooked into her twat.  He swiped the inside of her walls, corkscrewing his fingers in her ass and pussy.  Both holes clamped down on his fingers.  “Such a tight little pussy and ass.”

            He straightened the finger in her twat, but left the one in her ass hooked.  He started pumping finger in and out of her pussy, soon affixing another finger to his penetrative efforts.

            April rhythmically contracted the muscles of her ass and pussy on his fingers, massaging the invading digits.  “Good girl,” he commended.

            A third digit made its way in, and every few penetrations, he would curl his fingers up, clawing delicately at her g-spot, making her arc her back off the table.

            “Is it so bad being my little whore?  Doesn’t master take good care of you?”

            “Yes, master,” she groaned, writhing with the pleasures he was bringing her.  “But I don’t like to be hurt..

            He continued to molest her vaginal walls, meeting great resistance by her incredibly tight and contracting pussy.  “You’re getting used to it, baby.  You’ve already responded favorably to some pain.  And you’ll get more used to it, and eventually pain will just become another source of pleasure for you.”

            She whimpered softly at hearing of her fate.  But he was right.  Some of the pain had become pleasurable.

            “I have a lot left in store for you tonight,” he spoke as if he weren’t fucking her twat with his hand, as if it were an everyday conversation.  “You’re going to be in a lot of pain tonight, baby.  But right now, this is getting unbearable for me.”

            She looked up at him, seeing that he did, indeed, look tortured by overwhelming lust.  In fact, he hadn’t even cum yet.

            “I’m sorry, baby, but the pain is going to have to wait.  I need to fuck you so badly.  Oh, baby, I’m going to cum in your cunt.”

            She was so relieved that she let out a huge sigh of relief.  He removed his hands from her body to fiddle with mechanisms under the top of the table, dropping it down to a height so that he could align his cock with her pussy.  He pressed the head to her sopping cunt and pushed forward slowly, relishing in the tightness.

            He began pounding into her with a fury, grabbing onto her thighs, pulling her feet off the table and into the air so he could fuck her deeply.  She groaned, throwing her head from side to side.  He grunted at her between thrusts, “Come.  On.  Cunt.  That’s.  It.  Whore.”

            Although he was intent on orgasm, he remained well aware of April’s levels of arousal, not wanting her to cum from the fucking he was giving her.  So, as soon as he felt his orgasm coming on, he didn’t try to stop it, knowing she wasn’t near enough to cum herself.  His thrusts became more staccato as he felt himself climax, sending his seed deep into her cunt.  When he felt spent, he thrust in one last time as deeply as he could, then stood still.  When she tried to move against him to get friction on the plane of her pussy, he pinned her hips down with his hands.

            When he pulled out of her, she looked worriedly at him, making him chuckle.  “Don’t worry, April.  I’m going to let you orgasm before we get to the pain.  I want to see you cum.”

            Bruce reached to the portable table and pulled off a purple ribbed glass dildo.  Carefully, he ran it along the length of April’s slit a few times, circling and crushing her clit every time it came into contact with it.  Soon, she was moving her hips up and down, trying to gain more friction.  When she wasn’t expecting it, he thrust it deep into her pussy, looking up to her face briefly to see the pleasured reaction.

            April inhaled sharply, letting out a loud, prolonged growl of pleasure on the exhale, her eyes flipping shut, her mouth gaping wide, and her head dropping back.

            “That’s it, slut,” said Bruce huskily, starting to unleash a relentless barrage of penetrations into April’s cunt.  He watched her intently as her arousal mounted.  Her breasts started heaving with her heavy breathing (and he used his free hand to squeeze them in succession).  She was moaning and thrashing her head from side to side.  And finally, she began to cum, and he watched her pussy spasm and unload another gush of fluids.  After her orgasm ceased, he pumped her a few more times, then pushed it deeply insider of her.

            “You’re going to have to hold that in for me, whore.  It’s staying in while I administer the painful treatment you’re going to be getting.”

            April took a few moments to register what he said through the haze of her post-coital bliss, but then she looked up at him silently, awaiting directions, obviously scared of the oncoming treatment.  “Thank you, master,” she whispered.

            “Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs for me, cunt.”  He rummaged through the contents of the portable table, finding everything he needed as she got situated as he ordered, the dildo still in place in her tight pussy.  “That’s it, cunt.”  He gently rubbed her ass cheeks to try to relax her, as he could see she was very tense.

            “Now, baby, you’re going to get an enema in your ass.  It’s going to be extremely painful.  You have to pay close attention to what I require of you.  Are you listening, slut?”

            “Yes, master,” she said shakily.

            “This enema is very large.  It contains about three quarts of water.  The water is very cold and will cause cramping of your stomach.  Do you understand, slut?”

            “Yes, master.”

            “You must retain this water inside of you for thirty minutes.  You may not let any of it drip out of your ass.  Do you understand, whore?”

            “Yes, master.”

            “You must also retain the dildo inside of you.  When the thirty minutes are finished, you may expel and take a shower, unless you have disobeyed me.  At that point, you will be punished severely.  Got it?”

            “Yes, master.”

            “Okay, we’re going to get started here.”  Bruce took a jar of petroleum and unscrewed it, adding a generous dollop of it to April’s asshole.  He closed the jar and replaced it on the table, returning his attention to her so he could rub the substance into her ass.  Without even thinking about it, April’s ass began to perform for Bruce, rhythmically clenching and unclenching in an enticing manner.  “Look at what a little whore you are.”

            April moaned, trapped somewhere between humiliation and abject pleasure.  She stirred a bit as Bruce inserted the nozzle of the enema into her ass.  She groaned in protest and he smacked her ass, laughing a bit.  “Bitch, this is just the nozzle.  What you’re about to get is much, much worse.”

            Bruce started to empty the enema bag into April’s bowels, watching her the whole length of time as she gradually became more and more uncomfortable.  Once her belly began to obviously swell, she started crying, complaining of cramps and fullness and being cold.

            Bruce didn’t punish her for it, but rather ignored her, at least pleased that she wasn’t being disobedient.  However, he ignored her cries, rubbing one ass cheek gently in a consoling manner as he spoke softly, “You’re such a little whore.  What would your parents think?”

            He knew this would be of significant humiliation, since April had always been extremely close to her family, considered a daddy’s girl, and that her parents had died years ago.

            She didn’t speak, but cried more as he continued to speak, still emptying the enema.  “What would your dad think of his little baby girl getting fucked, huh?  And what about this dirty enema?  What would your dad think  if he saw his little girl begging for a thorough fucking?”

            “Daddy would find out his little baby girl was a dirty slut,” she responded, to which he agreed.

            “Yes, he would.”  Once the enema bag was empty, Bruce removed the nozzle, noticing how quickly April clenched her ass to prevent spilling any of the liquid.  He was proud of her.  “That’s it, baby.  You just stay like this, and I’ll be back in a half hour to assess your performance.”

 

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            When Bruce returned, April was weeping from the severe pain and humiliation, but she had behaved herself.

            “Alright, baby,” he said, quickly removing the dildo from her pussy.  “I know this has been terrible for you, so you may go shit it out and shower.”

            He moved around to her front side, taking her head in his hands and gently kissing her, invading her mouth with his tongue.  He knew that after such a treatment, any sort of affection would be revolting to her.  He didn’t quit probing her mouth until she kissed him back for several minutes, significantly prolonging the length of time the water was in her bowels.

            Before he helped her up, Bruce slapped each of April’s ass cheeks, making her squeal.

            When she was finally able to go to the bathroom, she was practically running, and she swiftly locked the door and remained in there for hours.