strayangel
12-20-2008, 01:04 AM
Then the man dragged her up by the wrist that was still cuffed and after he rubbed it a little to get the circulation started again he twisted her wrist roughly behind her back and grabbed her around the neck with his other arm.
Pressing his face to her ear he growled, "Ok you fucking whore you are going to get fucked tonight, and fucked good and hard. And, there is nothing you can do about it except take what I give you. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," she said meekly and she lowered her head as he painfully twisted the arm that he held behind her back and pushed her over toward the fireplace. When he had her in front of the over-stuffed Queen Anne loveseat he pushed her hard onto her knees on the seat.
Walking around in front of her with the cuffed wrist still in his hand he grabbed her other hand and pulled her up over the back of the chair until he had both of her hands stretched out tightly in front of the fireplace. He took the loose end of the handcuff and attached it to a cast iron ring that was imbedded in the top front end of the brick fireplace. He grabbed the other hand and clicked the second pair of cuffs on and attached the other end of that one to the fireplace as well.
Then he pushed and pulled the loveseat back from the fireplace a little at a time until he had Cher stretched out until her tummy was resting on the top of the seat and the upper portion of her body was stretched out over the floor. She felt as if she would slide off the back of the sofa and hit the floor at any second. Suddenly she was felt helpless and afraid.
Then the stranger walked around behind her and one by one he grabbed a leg and lifted it up onto the wooden arm of the love seat where he tied it securely. When he was done she was stretched out in front of her and her legs were spread as wide as he could get them. She was completely helpless now and totally at his mercy. She couldn’t move and she couldn’t say anything. She began to sob softly.
When the man had her securely stretched and spread eagled he walked around in front of her. "How do you like that bitch? Was I right when I said you would not be able to do anything about what I am going to do to you?"
"Yes Sir," she sobbed. Then he grabbed her sore titties and pinched them hard, pulling the nipples down until her skin was stretched out from the mound of her titties. She stifled a scream under her breath. "Good girl," he said.
Then he reached over to where he had laid the tennis racket. He took it and positioning it under her he began to gently spank her titties one at a time. She was sore but it felt good the way he was spanking her. Her big titties bounced and jiggled around and he spanked them harder. Now and then he would stop and grab one of them with both hands and squeeze the whole titty rolling it around and pulling and squeezing in his hands.
Then when she started to breath deeper from the pleasure she was feeling he walked around behind her and smacked her bare ass with his hand. First he hit one cheek then the other. He smacked her rhythmically as he increased the intensity until he was spanking her rather hard. Then as she expected he smacked her with the tennis racket.
He did the same as he had with his hand and spanked her with the racket harder and harder. With each stroke she stifled a squeal with her mouth closed. She tried to be quiet but she couldn’t help responding to the pain. Fortunately, he did not try to quiet her. He spanked harder and harder. She could feel her ass getting hot and she knew it was very red by now. "This is what happens to nasty cunts don’t you know?"
"Yes Sir," she said between clenched teeth.
He stopped and she felt him move away from her. She tried to look around behind her to see what he was doing but she felt like she was going to fall so she hung her head down between her outstretched arms and waited. In a moment she felt his hand rubbing her hot bottom. Then he ran his hand down between her ass cheeks and down to the slit in her pussy.
She couldn't suppress a gasp as he fingered her clit for a moment. She knew she was very wet and as if he read her mind he gave a short triumphant laugh and plunged a couple of fingers into her cunt. He began to pump her hard and fast. She could not help moaning. She tried to hump against him but found that too made her feel like she was falling. So, as he had said she was entirely at his mercy, but she didn’t mind because she was engrossed in the feel of him fucking her.
He slowed for a moment and she felt him insert another finger. He was stretching her pussy so tight and she moaned out loud. He fucked her for another moment then he withdrew his hand. When he inserted his fingers again she noticed that he had lubricated them generously and she liked the slick easy way his fingers filled her and slid in and out. He slowed again and she gave a moan of exasperation.
Again he chuckled. "Not yet Pet." Then he inserted a forth finger and she began to gasp for breath from the ecstasy she felt at being stretched so far. The man had enormous fingers and he was stretching her so much that she was feeling a bit of pleasurable pain. He fucked her some more and she wondered if he was going to try to fist her.
She wasn’t sure if she could take more, but she didn’t have to worry about it because she felt an orgasm building as her cunt started to tense. Then he stopped and pulled his fingers out. Again she moaned in frustration. Wasn't he going to let her cum?
Then she felt him putting a couple of fingers inside her and stretching her cunt. The next thing she felt was a hard object being inserted in her lubricated hole. It was hard but it was not smooth. He slid it in and out of her cunt slowly and easily. She could feel that it was not as thick as a man's penis but it was a nice size and it was long. In fact, it hurt a little more than she wanted and she gave a tiny squeal. She did not want him to stop, and she did not want to make him angry by making too much noise.
Then she realized the object was the handle of the tennis racket. That realization made her juices flow a little more. What a turn on it was to be fucked by such a common object, and she had to admit to herself that being fucked by an anonymous stranger who had her completely under his control was a major turn on as well.
The man fucked her with the handle of the tennis racket a little more then he took it out and smacked her on the ass with the webbed end. Smack, smack, smack! He came down hard and fast on her ass. He spanked her for a while, and then he shoved the handle back into her cunt. In and out, in and out this man fucked until she was wild with passion.
She couldn’t help it. "May I please cum Sir?" she begged the way she would with her Sir.
"Yes," he growled with the same intense passion in his voice, "Cum NOW you cock sucking bitch."
She came long and hard as her body jerked and tensed over and over. The hot cum came gushing out of her cunt and she felt it running down the inside of her thighs. For an instant she wondered if the blood from earlier had mixed with the intense and abundant cum that shook her to her very core.
Then instead of pulling the racket out of her pussy he slid it back in and she felt him prop it up under the loveseat in a way that kept it in if she stayed real still. "Hold it there bitch and don’t let it fall if you know what is good for you," he said and he walked back around to the front of her.
"Yes Sir," she moaned as she tried to clamp her cunt muscles around the handle.
... to be continued
Pressing his face to her ear he growled, "Ok you fucking whore you are going to get fucked tonight, and fucked good and hard. And, there is nothing you can do about it except take what I give you. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," she said meekly and she lowered her head as he painfully twisted the arm that he held behind her back and pushed her over toward the fireplace. When he had her in front of the over-stuffed Queen Anne loveseat he pushed her hard onto her knees on the seat.
Walking around in front of her with the cuffed wrist still in his hand he grabbed her other hand and pulled her up over the back of the chair until he had both of her hands stretched out tightly in front of the fireplace. He took the loose end of the handcuff and attached it to a cast iron ring that was imbedded in the top front end of the brick fireplace. He grabbed the other hand and clicked the second pair of cuffs on and attached the other end of that one to the fireplace as well.
Then he pushed and pulled the loveseat back from the fireplace a little at a time until he had Cher stretched out until her tummy was resting on the top of the seat and the upper portion of her body was stretched out over the floor. She felt as if she would slide off the back of the sofa and hit the floor at any second. Suddenly she was felt helpless and afraid.
Then the stranger walked around behind her and one by one he grabbed a leg and lifted it up onto the wooden arm of the love seat where he tied it securely. When he was done she was stretched out in front of her and her legs were spread as wide as he could get them. She was completely helpless now and totally at his mercy. She couldn’t move and she couldn’t say anything. She began to sob softly.
When the man had her securely stretched and spread eagled he walked around in front of her. "How do you like that bitch? Was I right when I said you would not be able to do anything about what I am going to do to you?"
"Yes Sir," she sobbed. Then he grabbed her sore titties and pinched them hard, pulling the nipples down until her skin was stretched out from the mound of her titties. She stifled a scream under her breath. "Good girl," he said.
Then he reached over to where he had laid the tennis racket. He took it and positioning it under her he began to gently spank her titties one at a time. She was sore but it felt good the way he was spanking her. Her big titties bounced and jiggled around and he spanked them harder. Now and then he would stop and grab one of them with both hands and squeeze the whole titty rolling it around and pulling and squeezing in his hands.
Then when she started to breath deeper from the pleasure she was feeling he walked around behind her and smacked her bare ass with his hand. First he hit one cheek then the other. He smacked her rhythmically as he increased the intensity until he was spanking her rather hard. Then as she expected he smacked her with the tennis racket.
He did the same as he had with his hand and spanked her with the racket harder and harder. With each stroke she stifled a squeal with her mouth closed. She tried to be quiet but she couldn’t help responding to the pain. Fortunately, he did not try to quiet her. He spanked harder and harder. She could feel her ass getting hot and she knew it was very red by now. "This is what happens to nasty cunts don’t you know?"
"Yes Sir," she said between clenched teeth.
He stopped and she felt him move away from her. She tried to look around behind her to see what he was doing but she felt like she was going to fall so she hung her head down between her outstretched arms and waited. In a moment she felt his hand rubbing her hot bottom. Then he ran his hand down between her ass cheeks and down to the slit in her pussy.
She couldn't suppress a gasp as he fingered her clit for a moment. She knew she was very wet and as if he read her mind he gave a short triumphant laugh and plunged a couple of fingers into her cunt. He began to pump her hard and fast. She could not help moaning. She tried to hump against him but found that too made her feel like she was falling. So, as he had said she was entirely at his mercy, but she didn’t mind because she was engrossed in the feel of him fucking her.
He slowed for a moment and she felt him insert another finger. He was stretching her pussy so tight and she moaned out loud. He fucked her for another moment then he withdrew his hand. When he inserted his fingers again she noticed that he had lubricated them generously and she liked the slick easy way his fingers filled her and slid in and out. He slowed again and she gave a moan of exasperation.
Again he chuckled. "Not yet Pet." Then he inserted a forth finger and she began to gasp for breath from the ecstasy she felt at being stretched so far. The man had enormous fingers and he was stretching her so much that she was feeling a bit of pleasurable pain. He fucked her some more and she wondered if he was going to try to fist her.
She wasn’t sure if she could take more, but she didn’t have to worry about it because she felt an orgasm building as her cunt started to tense. Then he stopped and pulled his fingers out. Again she moaned in frustration. Wasn't he going to let her cum?
Then she felt him putting a couple of fingers inside her and stretching her cunt. The next thing she felt was a hard object being inserted in her lubricated hole. It was hard but it was not smooth. He slid it in and out of her cunt slowly and easily. She could feel that it was not as thick as a man's penis but it was a nice size and it was long. In fact, it hurt a little more than she wanted and she gave a tiny squeal. She did not want him to stop, and she did not want to make him angry by making too much noise.
Then she realized the object was the handle of the tennis racket. That realization made her juices flow a little more. What a turn on it was to be fucked by such a common object, and she had to admit to herself that being fucked by an anonymous stranger who had her completely under his control was a major turn on as well.
The man fucked her with the handle of the tennis racket a little more then he took it out and smacked her on the ass with the webbed end. Smack, smack, smack! He came down hard and fast on her ass. He spanked her for a while, and then he shoved the handle back into her cunt. In and out, in and out this man fucked until she was wild with passion.
She couldn’t help it. "May I please cum Sir?" she begged the way she would with her Sir.
"Yes," he growled with the same intense passion in his voice, "Cum NOW you cock sucking bitch."
She came long and hard as her body jerked and tensed over and over. The hot cum came gushing out of her cunt and she felt it running down the inside of her thighs. For an instant she wondered if the blood from earlier had mixed with the intense and abundant cum that shook her to her very core.
Then instead of pulling the racket out of her pussy he slid it back in and she felt him prop it up under the loveseat in a way that kept it in if she stayed real still. "Hold it there bitch and don’t let it fall if you know what is good for you," he said and he walked back around to the front of her.
"Yes Sir," she moaned as she tried to clamp her cunt muscles around the handle.
... to be continued