"So you've been keeping yourself amused, I see," said Mr. Strong. Carole couldn't see the man. She was still draped over the back of the chair and straining to rise from the awkward position. Suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was in this position, and how apparent the fucking must be to the man, she tried even harder to get her feet under her. The corset, however, had caught on the back of the chair and held her.
"Please, Mr. Strong. I can't get out of this!"
"That's all right. Just let me inspect you. You don't seem any the worse for the care – should I say tender loving care – that Clive has bestowed on you." She recoiled from the touch of his fingers on the lips of her pussy. He pulled away some of the drying come that had leaked from her cunt. "Yes, I see that dye has been here before me. I shall have to discipline him for this. I wanted to be the first."
"Don't hurt him! It was all my fault! And you wouldn't have been the first," she said bitterly. "Don't you remember how you got my daddy to rape me?"
"Of course I remember. I merely meant the first to give you the fucking such a lovely creature as yourself deserves. I found his performance to be less than adequate. Obviously he hadn't spent the time and effort in perfecting his techniques."
"Like you?" she said sarcastically.
"Surely, my dean I have the money, I have the time. Why shouldn't I have a hobby which pleases me? Love in all its aspects fascinates me. I intend to continue exploring those ins and outs, so to speak, all my life."
"By buying slaves, like me?"
"I'm sorry you look on yourself as a slave. I prefer the term of indentured servant. You won't be resold or anything like that after I tire of you. Rather, you'll be given a large amount of money and sent to wherever in the world you like. Perhaps Paris. It is a romantic city. Or London or Tokyo or whatever strikes your fancy."
"And when will that be? Never?"
"Hardly. You overestimate your attractiveness, young lady. In perhaps a year after I've fully explored your body and mind, then you'll be released. Until then, you are to be my honored guest."
"Sex slave is more like it." Carole began to feel real pain at being bent double over the back of the chair. She struggled to free the corset and stand erect. She wasn't even sure she could succeed. Clive had given her a taste of real fucking – man and woman fucking. It had left her weak in the knees.
"I see Clive has dressed you as I requested. A fetching costume, black silk stockings, panties and corset, don't you agree?"
Carole started to answer when she felt something rubbing across her ass. Through the thin silk of the panties she should have been able to detect instantly what it was; she couldn't. The object was small, round and hard. At first, she thought it might be the man's prick, then she remembered seeing Mr. Strong jerking off while her father raped her. His prick had been very thick in girth and wasn't short by any definition. Whatever it was stroking across her behind wasn't much thicker than her index finger.
"Such a nice ass," he commented, as if he were purchasing a side of beef. "But it will have to be punished. You confessed that you seduced poor Clive. I can believe you capable of such wiles, really I can. Lovely thighs, gorgeous legs, firm tits, yes, I can believe you guilty of seducing the poor boy."
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, suddenly frightened. The cold voice hadn't changed one bit. The man was still as aloof and distant as ever. That frightened Carole even more. If he would only show anger, she could understand his motivations. But this was beyond her experience.
"Whip you, of course." There was a whistling noise, then she screamed. Burning hot pain lanced into her tightly stretched buttocks. A thick red welt grew across her ass where he had hit her with the riding crop. He lashed out again and made a red X on her butt.
"Stop! That hurts!"
"But of course it hurts, my dear. Punishment should cause pain, otherwise you wouldn't remember it. I feel punishment should be both cruel and unusual for that very reason. The human being is complex but pain is a fine training tool."
He continued to methodically whip her ass with the leather riding crop. Bent like a pretzel over the chair, she couldn't escape. Twisting and turning didn't even upset the chair. The legs were splayed out in such a way that it would require more strength than she possessed to topple it. She could do nothing but accept the whipping he gave her.
The pain arched into her body and filled her with abject suffering. But strangely the way he was spanking her changed all that pain into an odd pleasure after a while. The way he whipped her ass made her flesh glow with a warm cherry red feeling. It spread like melted butter and puddled in her belly. Soon, even her cunt was responding to the spanking in an obscene way. She wanted to cry when she felt her cunt begin to water and drool.
"Ah," he said, noting this change almost instantly, "this is amazing. You would seem to be enjoying the pain. Can it be that your cunt wants something stuffed up it? Perhaps something like Clive's pecker?"
A million thoughts flashed through Carole's mind then. To have Clive fuck her again while her ass burned with desire would be the best thing in the whole wide world. She blurted out, "Yes, yes! I want him fucking me hard and fast and deep!"
"Ah, a shame. I doubt if the poor boy will be able to get a hardon again any time soon. Your hot pussy really took the iron out of his prick I would suggest something in the way of a replacement, though. Like this!"
Carole cringed when she heard an angry buzzing. She had no idea at all what the man was doing but the sound scared her. When she felt a cold blunt object pressing into her cunt lips, she tensed up. The shivery rod of smooth plastic paused for a moment as it agitated her cunt lips, then the man drove the vibrator all the way into the girl's well-oiled pussy.
She screamed as it ripped all the way up into her still virgin-tight cunt. For a ghastly moment, she thought it would tear her – apart all the way to the chin. The shivering length of plastic worked its awful magic on her cunt walls, however, and she soon expanded to take the thick length.
"What are you doing to me?" she cried out. "That hurts, oh sweet Jesus, does it hun!"
"My, my, it won't soon. Just relax. Relax or I'll have to discipline you even more severely than this!"
The riding crop landed squarely on her bent ass again. The skin was already crisscrossed with ugly red welts. He added more to them until her entire butt was a hot pink that almost matched the color of her pussy fur poking out from the black painties. When he had tired of lashing her ass, he jiggled the end of the vibrator sticking into her cunt.
"How does that feel? Do you like it?"
"It's killing me!" she protested. "I can't take that and the way you're beating me!"
"Of course you can. You will. I demand it. Feel this and tell me if you like it better than the vibrator."
The girl's brain was confused by all the things happening to her. She had just about forgotten that her hands were tied due to the other things happening to her. The circulation was cut off in her wrists entirely now. And the way the back of the chair cut into her belly, she was sure it would slice her in half soon. The whipping had hurt horribly, but she could endure it. The feel of that damnable vibrator thrust all the way up into her cunt, however, made her uneasy. It wasn't pain as much as the humiliation that anyone would do such a thing to her.
When she felt the thick rod of his cock pressing across her well-spanked ass, she tensed up even more. What could he be thinking of doing? Her cunt was already numbed by the buzzing plastic vibrator. There was no way he could possibly fit his prick in with it in place. She almost welcomed his prick because it would mean he'd have to take the imitation prick out of her pussy.
That didn't happen.
"Like the feel of my hot cock? Or do you like the vibrator? No matter, because I'm going to let you have both of them!"
She felt the panties tightening on her pussy mound. His prick entered the back end of the slit along the crotch of the panties and pulled them up hard into her clit. Then she realized his prick was probing hard for her asshole!
"NO!" she bellowed. "You can't fuck my ass! You can't! Nobody's ever done that!"
"Then the time is at hand for this to end, wouldn't you say?"
The cock dipped down and in to her tightly clenched asshole. She tensed all her muscles and immediately regretted it. The vibrator felt as if it grew to twice the size it had been before. She suffered as it filled her to the breaking point. Her tender cuntal tissues stretched to take the ponderous, vibrating invader and this caused her extreme discomfort.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why me?"
"You are beautiful and I have a lech for women with red hair. Call it girls with red hair. Sweet sixteen, that tender and touching age of innocence. I like seeing your reactions to all the sophisticated sexual activities I so enjoy."
"Perverted! You're a filthy pervert! Damn you to hell!"
"Such language. Really, my dear, I'm going to have to show you some respect and perhaps you will show me some in return. Otherwise your time here is going to be intolerable."
She moaned loudly as his prick forced its way hard against her asshole. The tightly clenched anal sphincter refused to allow anything back up her rear passage. But the way he leaned into her and kept the pressure directly against the muscle told her she would soon give in to his advances.
Already she felt the muscle weakening, as if saying "What's the use?" Then she relaxed enough to allow the glans of his prick into her shit chut. She screamed. The pain ripped through her until she knew it was going to destroy her totally. The damned vibrator that was buzzing away in her cunt tried to soothe her while the cock driving in her asshole was doing just the opposite.
Confused, she couldn't concentrate. She suddenly relaxed totally and allowed his prick to surge all the way up into her asshole. She screamed again and tightened all her muscles. This sent even more pain rumbling through her body. She couldn't decide which was worse, the vibrator filling her cunt to the point where she was destroyed, or the huge cock tearing her up the rear.
"God, I never felt a chick this tight up the ass," the man sobbed. "So powerful those muscles around my cock. Keep doing it. I love the feeling of hot female flesh sheating my prick like this. So damned hot!"
She felt degraded. Never had a man even hinted at fucking her up the ass. That was a depraved and perverted act. It had been bad enough when her father had raped her, but that, at least, had been a natural enough act. He hadn't even hinted at doing something unnatural like sodomizing her. She felt the ring of her anus begin to burn and throb with the friction of the man's entry up her back.
He shoved in a bit deeper and made her cry openly. The vibrator should have been soothing or even, exciting to her. She had heard all her friends talking about how those plastic dildoes were better than their boyfriends, even if they did need batteries to keep running. But this was impossible. The pain. The aching agony of it. And the degradation of having the man tie her helplessly like this and then work his will on her.
She felt like dying.
Even this was denied her. When his prick finally buried itself to the hilt, she felt his balls strike the butt end of the vibrator. The quivering little motion drove the shaking rod of plastic just a little deeper into her cunt. In spite of herself, she felt the thick oils of her cunt begin to flow. She was responding to his brutal butt fucking!
The thought made her ashamed. Never had she thought she could enjoy a depraved act like this.
But there was something insidious about the way his prick danced around in her asshole. The heat of his cock seeped into her and pushed her desires up to the breaking point. Pain, yes, definitely. But there was more, just as when he had so brutally lashed out at her ass.
Like his whipping of her ass, the pain soon changed into something more subtly exciting. So it was with the cock buried all the way up her butt. He had cornholed her in such a way that she was responding to him. She hated herself for that as much as she hated him.
"Now for some real fun," he said. "To pull out slowly, gently, then fuck like hell!"
"Don't do this to me. I can't take it. It… it's driving me crazy. And you'll surely kill me!"
He laughed. Harsh, loud, he laughed. And then he began pulling out of the snug berth of her ass. The girl thought he was pulling her guts out with his prick. Her asshole was so tight a perfect vaccum was formed behind his prick. Each inch he withdrew seemed a mile to her. The friction was slight but the suction in her gut was tremendous. She wanted to pass out right then and there but something kept her awake and aware of what he was doing to her ass.
When only the purpled knob of his glans remained inside her rectum, she heaved a big sigh of relief. That withdrawal had taken an eternity to perform. But now she could relax. The intense internal pressure was gone. Filling her insides with both plastic dildo and warm, heaving cock was more than she could easily take. Maybe a woman more experienced at fucking could do it all right, but she was still more virgin than not.
Her respite didn't last, for long. The ponderous cock slowly reinserted and fucked powerfully into her bowels. She'd thought the first time was bad. This was even worse. The vibrator had convinced her inner tissues to relax and return to their original shape. His telephone pole thick cock spread those rubbery membranes again and created the same pain she'd felt the first time he'd fucked into her butt.
She felt drained of all emotion. Yet the ability for him to hurt her badly still existed. There was no sense of thrill when his prick violated her cherry-asshole. No sensations such as when Clive had tucked her spread through her body. She was tense but not excited, not like before. The worst pain imaginable kept coming and making her feel miserable.
"Tighter, damn you, squeeze tighter around my prick!" he demanded. "I'll have to show you to obey me!"
The riding crop whistled through the air. She flinched as the rough leather rod landed across her snowy white shoulders. Tossing her red hair from side to side didn't help in avoiding the rain of blows onto her back. He seemed to know exactly how she would move, how she would struggle. Nothing helped her as the blows continued.
As before, the pain changed subtly and aroused her anew. The man's cock didn't do it the pain did. She hated herself for responding to him like that but it was better than feeling nothing but cold, dead nothingness inside the way she had before.
"Better," he said, "much better. Squeeze harder around my cock. Make that asshole of yours act like a hangman's noose. Tighter! Ummmm, shit! Yes, that's what I want!"
She cried openly now. Everything was working against her and she knew she was totally lost. The pain in her hands had died to a dull numbness. The bent feelings in her belly worried her. She might be permanently folded like the centerfold from a magazine. But the vibrator and the cock kept hammering away at her senses, refusing to let her rest, continually pulling and stretching and threatening her.
He fucked with long, bold strokes now. The girl's asshole had given up the battle to keep this male invader from her shit chute. It tensed now and then as he fucked her ass, but it was only a token resistence. The friction of his entry burned and stimulated the tiny ring of anal muscle.
As her insides expanded again to take the thickness of his cock, an idea came to the girl. If she could get him off in a hurry, he would have to leave her alone. If she could drain all the jizz from his balls, he'd lose his erection and not be able to fuck her again for hours and hours. What had he said about Clive? That she'd robbed him of his erection?
She didn't know much about the mechanics of the thing but she did know that it was hard for a man to get another hardon soon after fucking and getting his rocks off. The pain swelling in her guts was almost more than she could tolerate, but she tried to keep thinking coherently. It was all that would save her.
Tensing as he drove in only created waves of searing red pain in her mind. She leaned to relax as his surging cock filled her to the breaking point. Only when he tried to pull out of her softly yielding body did she tense up. Her asshole clamped down with impressive force around his cock.
"Slit," she heard him groan. "That feels like a guillotine on my cock. How'd you do that, girl?"
She couldn't answer. The words were all jumbled up in her mouth and throat. She sucked in as deep a breath as the corset allowed her, then exerted all her power to hold that cock in her rectum. The rubbery flesh of her asshole squeezed down and fit around his prick like a surgeon's glove around a hand.
Every contour of his mighty battering ram of cock could be felt. She sensed the pulsing big blue vein on the top of his cock as well as the cleft head of his glans. Every tiny blood vessel along the sides of his prick made her bowels chum with excitement now as she gripped tighter and tighter on the retreating cock.
She felt his prick give a mighty leap while still buried in her body and she thought he might be coming. Some trick he used stopped the flood of jism, however. He kept fucking and she redoubled her efforts to get him off as fast as she could. Only when his prick went flaccid inside her body would she be free of his brutalizing treatment. There was an obscene little pop as his prick slipped all the way out of her asshole, then the man cried out, "I don't believe it! For a virgin chick, you sure know a hell of a lot of moves. Maybe you'd been lying to your old man. Maybe you're not as inexperienced as he thought you were."
She tried to shove her ass back to meet his incoming thrust. The faster she got him fucking, the more friction there would be. While it hurt like someone driving a white hot poker into her ass, she knew it would rob him of his iron control. The faster she got him off, the better she would like it in the long run.
"It… it's rising. My come is inching along my cock. You're pulling my jism from my balls. Shit, I never felt anything like this before when I buggered a chick."
She relaxed as much as he could while his prick raced up her spine. Then she got the idea of breaking his cock off inside her. She could move her hips in a small circular motion; she did. Tensing her asshole and clamping down on his entire buried length, she began to roll her hips in a provocative motion just as she'd use if she'd been walking down the hallway back at her high school.
It must have worked, at least a little bit. He pulled out of her with more power than ever before. He didn't seem to trust himself to stay resting inside her rectum any longer.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, girl, but that ass of yours is getting hotter by the second."
That was what she wanted to hear.
She tried tensing and relaxing her muscles all along his prick to give him the most sensuous massage he'd ever received. She found it hard to control her own actions as long as the vibrator worked mindlessly at her pussy, but she did her best. And that was very good indeed. The man was hardly out of her asshole before he came hurtling back in.
And she met him with everything she could give. The prickly hairs on his upper thighs pressed through the thin covering the panties gave her ass. Her entire asscheeks were alive with inner fire now from the whipping he'd given her earlier. That warmth seemed to spur her on to even greater activities.
Her body went berserk. She felt her inner membrane squeeze and release every single inch of his prick. She seemed to be able to suck him even deeper into her asshole. And when the heat and tightness got to him, his own hips erupted in a frenzy of activity.
He fucked her ass with wild abandon. Nothing was holding him back now. He drove that thick spike of hot cock flesh all the way up into her ass. The girl tried shoving her hips back to meet the incoming cock but the chair prevented it as did the controted position he held her in. But that didn't matter. She rapidly sensed the buildup of friction between his prick and her shit chute and before she knew it, a hot gush of come spewed into her asshole.
He whitewashed her insides all the while he was fucking her butt as hard as he could. She could hear his harsh panting and grunting. Hands clenched hard at her waist, almost pulling off bits of her flesh. And all the while his prick shot out bullet after gooey bullet of jism.
She wished she could get off on this fucking like she had when Clive had taken her. There didn't seem to be any way she could, though. There was no real excitement, no thrill, no participation in the fucking. She was captive and all this was being done to her. Even though the same thing could be said when Clive had fucked her like a bitch in heat, it had been different.
She took every inch of Mr. Strong's geysering prick and then simply hung over the edge of the chair, exhausted. The sexual tensions in her body gnawed away at her. The feel of so much man meat entering and leaving her ass had awakened something in her, but it wasn't desire. She felt sexual tension that could only be laid to rest by a good, hard fucking, but she doubted if Mr. Strong could do it.
Carole actually fell asleep while bent over the chair – and dreamed of Clive's mighty prick entering her cunt, giving her pleasure, making her come again and again and again.