piss,” I tell her.
“Only cold water down here and no soap, but you can rinse off.”
Her
chin hits her chest as she pisses, like havin ’ me watchin ’ is the most humiliating thing she’s been
through.
Some bitches I will never understand.
She
steps under the showerhead and turns the lever. Water drizzles out, hits her
chest, and she jumps back. Fuck, if I don’t want to take her upstairs and
toss
her ass in a nice hot shower, soap her up, press her against the wall and
sink
my dick in her.
My
mind should not be fuckin ’ goin ’
there.
“Hurry
the fuck up,” I say.
She
splashes water all over herself, rubbing her skin, and getting her hair wet.
“That’s good,” I say. “Get the fuck over here.”
She
turns the water off and walks over to me, slipping and catching her balance
before she falls. “I gotta toughen you up, babe. You gotta learn to take
shit
you don’t want to take. Shit that might hurt. Shit that scares you. Havin ’ a cock shoved down your throat ‘til you gag is nothin ’, understand?”
Her
head and shoulders tremble as she gives me a slight nod.
I
take her by the arm over to the wall and cuff her wrists and ankles, making
sure her legs are spread. Then, I take three small clamps out of my jeans
pocket and show them to her. “I’m not gonna lie, babe. This will fuckin ’ hurt at first, but a lot of bitches get off on
this
shit. You might be one of ‘ em .”
She
sucks her lips in and bites down on them. Her perfect fuckin ’
red nipples are hard as rocks, beggin ’ me for the
clamps.
I take one mouth-watering nipple between my teeth and give it a little nip
first, testing her. She flinches, but that’s it.
I
clamp both nipples at once. She grits her teeth and groans, glaring at me.
“That’s it, babe. Take it. Be pissed, but take it.”
I
kneel in front of her and spread her pussy. Very fuckin ’
carefully, I clamp her inner lips and clit. She cries out, then takes a
shaky
breath, and finally steadies herself.
I
stand and step back. With her dark hair wet and dripping down her body and
with
those fuckin ’ clamps on, I could fuckin ’
come in my pants just lookin ’ at her.
Her
rage fades away, and she starts sobbing. It happens every time I break out
the
kinky shit like the clamps. Even though she was violated by Randy and me, to
her, it was just jacking off, a little oral, some missionary and girl on
top—probably nothing she hasn’t done with her boyfriend. Now she knows what
she’s in for. And this is just the fuckin ’ tip of
the
iceberg.
I
take off my leather belt and wrap it around her head, making her bite down
on
it as I tie it, creating a gag. Cuffed, gagged, and clamped, she’s a fuckin ’ site. I stand in front of her and squeeze her
ass.
Knowing she’s not comfortable with anal, I’m gonna force her into
it.
I
run my finger down her crack, feeling her clench her ass. “Don’t fight it,
babe,” I whisper in her ear. “It’ll hurt if you fight it.”
She
shakes her head and begs behind the belt in her mouth.
“It
feels good,” I say. “Let me show you.”
She
unclenches, and I take that as permission. Or resignation. Either way, I
spread
her ass cheeks with one hand and lick my finger on the other. I step beside
her, her hip against my crotch and stroke her asshole with the tip of my
finger. She flinches and arches her back, then settles in, knowing there’s
more. I slide my finger inside, up to the first knuckle then with my other
hand, slide two fingers inside her pussy. I work them in and out of her
slowly,
not too deep, and let her get used to the sensation. Her body relaxes, her
head
tilts to the side, resting against her arm bound overhead.
“Not
so bad, huh, babe?”
I
want to step behind her and fuck her in the ass, but know that would be a
deal
breaker. Maybe tomorrow, but not today. This is enough for now.
I
keep a steady rhythm and let it build inside her as my cock grows hard, and
I
can smell her hot pussy. Her
“Only cold water down here and no soap, but you can rinse off.”
Her
chin hits her chest as she pisses, like havin ’ me watchin ’ is the most humiliating thing she’s been
through.
Some bitches I will never understand.
She
steps under the showerhead and turns the lever. Water drizzles out, hits her
chest, and she jumps back. Fuck, if I don’t want to take her upstairs and
toss
her ass in a nice hot shower, soap her up, press her against the wall and
sink
my dick in her.
My
mind should not be fuckin ’ goin ’
there.
“Hurry
the fuck up,” I say.
She
splashes water all over herself, rubbing her skin, and getting her hair wet.
“That’s good,” I say. “Get the fuck over here.”
She
turns the water off and walks over to me, slipping and catching her balance
before she falls. “I gotta toughen you up, babe. You gotta learn to take
shit
you don’t want to take. Shit that might hurt. Shit that scares you. Havin ’ a cock shoved down your throat ‘til you gag is nothin ’, understand?”
Her
head and shoulders tremble as she gives me a slight nod.
I
take her by the arm over to the wall and cuff her wrists and ankles, making
sure her legs are spread. Then, I take three small clamps out of my jeans
pocket and show them to her. “I’m not gonna lie, babe. This will fuckin ’ hurt at first, but a lot of bitches get off on
this
shit. You might be one of ‘ em .”
She
sucks her lips in and bites down on them. Her perfect fuckin ’
red nipples are hard as rocks, beggin ’ me for the
clamps.
I take one mouth-watering nipple between my teeth and give it a little nip
first, testing her. She flinches, but that’s it.
I
clamp both nipples at once. She grits her teeth and groans, glaring at me.
“That’s it, babe. Take it. Be pissed, but take it.”
I
kneel in front of her and spread her pussy. Very fuckin ’
carefully, I clamp her inner lips and clit. She cries out, then takes a
shaky
breath, and finally steadies herself.
I
stand and step back. With her dark hair wet and dripping down her body and
with
those fuckin ’ clamps on, I could fuckin ’
come in my pants just lookin ’ at her.
Her
rage fades away, and she starts sobbing. It happens every time I break out
the
kinky shit like the clamps. Even though she was violated by Randy and me, to
her, it was just jacking off, a little oral, some missionary and girl on
top—probably nothing she hasn’t done with her boyfriend. Now she knows what
she’s in for. And this is just the fuckin ’ tip of
the
iceberg.
I
take off my leather belt and wrap it around her head, making her bite down
on
it as I tie it, creating a gag. Cuffed, gagged, and clamped, she’s a fuckin ’ site. I stand in front of her and squeeze her
ass.
Knowing she’s not comfortable with anal, I’m gonna force her into
it.
I
run my finger down her crack, feeling her clench her ass. “Don’t fight it,
babe,” I whisper in her ear. “It’ll hurt if you fight it.”
She
shakes her head and begs behind the belt in her mouth.
“It
feels good,” I say. “Let me show you.”
She
unclenches, and I take that as permission. Or resignation. Either way, I
spread
her ass cheeks with one hand and lick my finger on the other. I step beside
her, her hip against my crotch and stroke her asshole with the tip of my
finger. She flinches and arches her back, then settles in, knowing there’s
more. I slide my finger inside, up to the first knuckle then with my other
hand, slide two fingers inside her pussy. I work them in and out of her
slowly,
not too deep, and let her get used to the sensation. Her body relaxes, her
head
tilts to the side, resting against her arm bound overhead.
“Not
so bad, huh, babe?”
I
want to step behind her and fuck her in the ass, but know that would be a
deal
breaker. Maybe tomorrow, but not today. This is enough for now.
I
keep a steady rhythm and let it build inside her as my cock grows hard, and
I
can smell her hot pussy. Her
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