Jason pulled me through the door and pushed me straight onto the bed. He positioned himself behind me and gripped my neck.
"Kneel down and stick your ass out at me," he demanded as he pressed me down. "No, kneel down properly - I want your face in the pillow."
I felt his hands slide up my dress over my hips to expose my ass. "Spread your legs. Further. God, you have such a fucking delicious ass. I am going to enjoy spanking it later. Now give me your hands."
He dug his fingers into my ass, kneading it and pulling my ass cheeks apart, letting the tip of his cock run over my pussy and asshole to tease me. Meanwhile I extended my hands behind my back. He grabbed both of them and ripped my arms either way, as far apart as my joints would allow. "No, extend them on either side, bitch. I want to tie you to your bed. Hold onto the railings." Moments later I felt the cool metal of my handcuffs around my wrists as he tied me to the bed. He snapped the cuffs shut and pulled them as tight as possible until I grimaced in pain.
He smirked and yanked my hair so hard my body recoiled with it. The cuffs dug deep into my skin, forcing me to gasp in pain. Already my shoulders were hurting from the impact of being pulled into either direction. This was not going to be a comfortable fuck.
"Does that sting? Good."
With my head still buried in my pillow I felt the mattress move. Jason had climbed off the bed.
"Where is your video camera?" he demanded to know. "I am going to film you getting fucked."
"In the drawer by the bedside," I mumbled. The sensible part of my brain told me to protest that he would take such liberties, but the truth was that I couldn't wait to see myself getting dominated by him. If he'd let me watch it, of course. And even if he took the memory card home with him without allowing me to see the footage, the possibility that he'd wank over a video of me getting degraded by him was enough for my lower abdomen to spasm. I wanted him to film me. I wanted him to film his cock sliding in and out of my cunt. I wanted him to film me crumble under his hands. I wanted him to film me while I screamed his name and he groaned mine. I wanted him to film me as he spanked my ass until it was sore and red. I wanted him to film his white cum glistening on my tits.
A scratching noise indicated he had opened the drawers. There was some shuffling as he rummaged through my things, then a click and a beep.
"Fuck, you have your juices running all the way down your leg, you dirty whore," he said, his voice sounding husky. "You really are desperate to get fucked, aren't you?"
I groaned.
"Spread your legs further, I want to film your cunt. That's it. God, look at how wet you are. Your clit is so fucking swollen right now. How would you feel if I sucked on your clit right now?"
"Fuck, Jason....," I panted. The thought of his teeth clamped around my clit was almost too much for me to handle.
"I won't, though," he said. "Not right now anyway. You are nothing but a horny slut to me, and I am going to treat you like one. You don't deserve for me to suck your clit. Not yet. First you need to serve me." I felt his finger forcing themselves in between my wet folds, spreading them, turning inside of me, rubbing and all the while generating more juice running down my leg. I whimpered in despair.
"Shut up, I didn't give you permission to moan," he snapped. "You can groan when I fuck you. Not now. In fact, let me open your window. Do your neighbors know by now how much you scream when I fuck you? Actually, is it just me or do you scream like that with all the other guys that come here to fuck you?"
When I didn't reply right away, he yanked my hair impatiently.
"Answer me, slut. Do you scream like that with everyone?"
My head was in too much of a daze to construct complete sentences, and in the end I just shook my head. He laughed.
"I don't believe that," he chuckled. "I bet you scream for all of them. You love getting fucked too much. You love cock too much."
I let out a desperate moan as I made a fist with both of my hands.
"I am not a whore who fucks just anyone, you know," I protested through clenched teeth.
I could feel his hot breath by my hair as his tongue suddenly assaulted my ear. I shuddered and let out another whimper, in vain trying to pull away from the sweet torture he was inflicting on me.
"Oh yes you are," he whispered in my ear, his hand rubbing over my clit. "If you weren't before, you definitely are right now. Didn't you text me to beg for a fuck? I'd say that's what a proper whore does. You just wanted me to come over, take out my cock and fuck you. Admit you are a whore."
I moaned quietly, refusing to answer him. Instead, I pushed my hips against him, moving my clit against his fingers. He didn't stop me. Instead, he held his hand still while I rubbed myself against him in desperation, like some deprived animal in need to get off.
"Yeah, that's what you like, you horny slut, don't you?" Jason purred as he allowed me to move against him. "You like to get fucked, you like to suck cock, and you know what? I am going to fuck you, like you begged me to. But if I do that, in return, after tonight, once I am finished with you, you will be my property. You will do whatever I tell you to do. You are going to suck any cock I command you to suck. I am going to bring over my mates so they can fuck you. I will tell you to spread your legs for them, and you fucking will, do you understand me? You are going to let yourself get fucked by them in front of me. Fuck, you have no idea what they want to do to you. And you will obey them. You will do whatever they ask you to do. And when they are done with you, I am going to tie you up and fuck you and get you to tell me how many times they made you cum. And for every orgasm you had I am going to punish you. I am going to punish you hard. And then I am going to send you back to my mates to get fucked some more. How does that sound?"
I was beyond any ability to reply. I am sure that somewhere in the back of my mind there was still a rational part screaming at me that this was disgusting, but I couldn't have cared less. The thought of getting fucked by a bunch of strangers while Jason watched and -- in all probability -- wanked himself off was too hot for me to even fathom. After all, it was just a fantasy, right? He wouldn't actually go through with his plan.
Or would he?
Jason smiled as he watched me writhe and moan at his words. He plunged his fingers deep into my cunt, causing me to moan a little louder.
"Yeah, you like getting punished, don't you? Fuck, look at you. You look like such a whore right now, with your dress pulled up to your tits, your naked ass pressed into my crotch and your juices running down your leg. You know what I will do now? I am going to do whatever comes into my head with that sexy body of yours, and you will obey me in whichever way I see fit. I am going to push you right to your limits, and then I will fuck you some more. I am going to ride you so hard that you will need days to recover. We are going to be so loud your neighbors are going to call the police. They will hear your bed pounding against the wall as I fuck you, they will hear my balls slapping against your ass, they will hear your groans and screams and the sound of my belt hitting your ass. They are going to think you are such a cheap slut. Because that's what you are."
I could feel him getting up once more, and moments later the sound of the window opening. A cool breeze went over my ass. Jesus. He really wanted my neighbors to hear us. Because there was no doubt they would. He was right, of course. The moment that cock of his slammed inside of me I would start moaning like a 10-Dollar whore. He knew exactly how to humiliate me. I would never be able to look at my neighbors again -- I could only hope they were out for the night. And the worst bit? It made me want him even more.
He settled down behind me. "Turn your head the other way and look in the camera. I want you to look into it when I fuck you. I want to watch the video later and see every flicker, every reaction on that pretty face of yours."
I complied, hating and loving it at the same time. I found the small, inanimate eye of the camera lens staring back at me, mercilessly recording everything that was going on.
Jason grabbed my ass with both of his hands and pulled my ass cheeks apart once more. Eagerly I pushed my ass into him, causing him to chuckle.
"Oh, look at you. You can't wait, can you? Well, alright then. Beg me to fuck you."
I inhaled sharply. I hated begging. He waited, then suddenly slapped my ass hard. I gasped.
"Bitch, you heard me! I want you to beg. Tell me you are a worthless slut and that you beg me to fuck you. Tell me. Or I will get up and walk out right now."
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes.
"I am a worthless slut and need to feel your fucking cock sliding in and out of me right now."
"No. Not good enough." He yanked my hair again, causing me to wince. "Beg, slut. Beg."
He plunged his fingers into my cunt, then smeared my juices all over my mouth.
"You want me to do something about that? Huh? Well, then beg. You hate this, don't you?"
I nodded weakly, causing him to laugh.
"God, you are such a stubborn proud little bitch. I am going to enjoy beating that pride out of you." His words infuriated and turned me on so much I couldn't muster anything more than a desperate moan. He yanked my hair again, hissing into my ear. "Beg, bitch, beg. Beg for my cock."
Exhausted I dug my fingernails into my sheets.
"Fuck me, Jason," I grunted. "Just fucking shut up and fuck me."
He slapped my ass again.
"I give the orders, bitch," he snapped. "Don't you dare tell me to shut up again or I will punish you so badly you won't be able to sit for days."
I had had enough of his games. I needed him so badly. I couldn't wait anymore.
"Fuck, Jason, please," I moaned. "Just fuck me. I need your cock. I want you to hold me down and dominate me and abuse me and use me and fuck me. Please, just get on with it. I want you to fuck me rougher and harder than you've ever done before."
"That's better, slut. Now spread your legs."
Jason let go off my hair and pressed me so hard into the mattress I momentarily struggled to breathe. With one hard shove and no prior warning he rammed his cock deep inside of me.
I screamed.
When he'd fucked me before, he had always entered me slowly, given my pussy time to stretch for him. This time, he didn't bother with that. He forced his cock all the way in, causing me to feel like I was being ripped in half.
Desperately I tried to pull myself away from him. He was too fast to notice though. With an angry snarl he pulled out halfway, then grabbed my hips and slammed me back onto his cock as he violently pounded into me again. And again. And again.
The cuffs tore at my wrists, and his fingers left red marks on my hips as he forced my hips to collide with him. I screamed and moaned at the same time, feeling his cock pounding against my cervix in a merciless rhythm, harder and harder with every time. When I turned my head and looked in the mirror, I almost came from the sight of Jason kneeling behind me, his jeans pulled down just below his ass, as though he couldn't be bothered to take them off just to fuck me. His head was tilted back in ecstasy, his torso glistening with sweat, his ass muscles tensing every time he slammed his cock into me, his arms holding my hips in a vice grip. I was lying underneath him, helpless and powerless, my arms and legs spread-eagle, my creamy white skin glowing in the twilight of the room, making me look even more defenseless.
