Knowing her last bus was looming and the walk ahead to catch it she took her essentials including the water glass of floating follicles, Olan's razor, and the cream with her. Locking up on the way out she carefully carried her items out to the trunk beneath the window. Resting her items in the gravel to free her hands in order to remove the necklace key it dawned on her that this chain was like a collar, so she chose not to remove it. Instead, she bent over further until she could unlock the trunk, lifting the lid.
From there she sat the glass of water, razor, and cream within the chest. This would be her offering tonight. Naomi's comment earlier about heels led her to consider leaving her shoes, but that gift might have to wait until tomorrow. It was a long walk, and she was running tight on time.
Closing the lid, she got a chill just as she had earlier when opening the trunk. Her way of thinking, she concluded that Nick wanted more. Careful thoughts on what else could be sacrificed she removed her hair band releasing her ponytail and sat it on the paper note. Eying the razor she plucked it back up and used it to cut off a two-inch lock of her hair, arranging the curl in the elastic hair band. In her deciphering mind it was like setting a table. Nick's table.
Hesitantly she closed the trunk and locked it up. Standing she kissed the key around her neck and smiled. She had to hit the road. For better or worse. She would heel tomorrow! With all her soul!
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"Wow! This place is sweet."
Caprice Comstock followed Nick into his borrowed beach house. Nick taking the lead ignored her and opened up the wall of retracting glass facing the ocean to let a breeze enter, favorably expelling the stuffiness within. Watching Caprice set her purse on a sofa and go exploring he opted to get comfortable. Stripping down naked while she was appealing to her own sense of greed, he stood tall arms folded waiting on her eventual return.
"Oh shit!" She turned facing him to see a mighty would be ten dangling three quarters erect. "You get right to it don't you?"
"My house, my rules."
"Absofuckinglutely!" She wiggles toward him and flirtatiously circles Nick taking in all of his tats, her fingers lightly caressing his back, "Japanese influence."
"Respect!"
"Oh, I respect you...Sir!"
"You have exactly one minute to get that uniform off before I rip it from your body."
"Only have two uniforms Boss. I'm going, I'm going!" She unbuttons her dress and wiggles it to her feet then steps out of it. Now wearing only, a lace G-string she took a short stroll in front of him, "You didn't even watch me undress."
"No need." He lowers his arms in a blur and grabs her roughly and turns her back to him. One hand grabs her throat, the other shreds her G-string from her thighs in a ripping noise that made her wet as hell. "Mine!"
"Go for it." She huffed, her pussy weeping at the removal of material. Flesh on flesh he took her from behind, his erection sizeable enough to penetrate her standing up. Caprice was into it upon balls deep, each destructive slapping of his scrotum on her thighs making her go full on vocal dirty, "Fuck that pussy Sir! Harder!" The more she choked up the tighter his grip on her throat became. Caprice was all in. It had been a while.
"Tellin' me what to do?" She bit her tongue instantly.
Savagery took over and Nick picked her up as if a rag doll and marched her into a ground level bedroom and hurled her on top of the mattress. Landing over her backside he wailed on her his girth ripping her wide until she had a screaming orgasm. Lifting up while she convulsed, he not only held her throat but gripped her long blond hair yanking her head back. Hisses of, "Deeeeeeper!" rang out, "Destroy that pussy."
Tired of hearing her barking her own orders he palmed her mouth which meant releasing her hair. Two more screaming orgasms Caprice collapsed as he released her in a sudden dramatically driven abandonment. Laying there exhausted she heard him rustling under the bed as if removing something. In her current state of overwhelming bliss, she ignored it. A good thing she might have freaked out.
From beneath the bed, he drug out a collapsible framework of pipes and shackles. An easy set up led to tightening of screws for support. Once completed he forcefully rolled her over on to her back and snatched up her arms binding her wrists with leather straps. Finding his tactics stimulating she trusted him not to hurt her, eyes flaring the more aggressive he got in manhandling her.
Legs drawn as wide as they could go while her ass barely remained on the bed, he lashed her ankles into an impossible to move pose, applied ankle bindings hooked to another bar above her. A secondary bar slid beneath her armpits behind her back to prevent their movement, the wrist cuffs hooked to the pipe to stretch her arms wide as they could get. Bicep tethers added kept her arms flat on the bar. Once completed he steps to her blindside and goes under the bed for further accessories. Every item he drew from beneath her was compact in some fashion, this device was easy enough to interpret as an electric fucking machine. Rolled out in front of Caprice her eyes delighted at the prospect.
Locking the rollers into an immobile stance that kept the platform from budging on the carpet, he set about screwing in the dildo, selecting a larger, thicker version than what was already installed. There was a briefcase of dildo sizes to select from also under that king size bed. His choice a foot long that could easily have had the girth of a beer can. Bigger than his! Lubing it, then her pussy he nudged the device up inside her as she huffed an exhausted, "I didn't plan on this." Her cunt was ripped wide by the dildo's size, her head tilting back to accept it's forced entry. "That thing is freaking huge."
"I did. It is."
"Why can't you just fuck me? Do I really need some device to do what you can do better?"
"You are a device."
"Uh, okay! How long am I staying like this?"
"Until Midnight." His thoughts were elsewhere.
"It's like 8:20 now."
"Live with it." She hadn't even considered his mention of Midnight being her co-worker rather than any reference of time on the clock.
He plugs the machine in and begins its forward gyrations. Instantly Caprice reacted feeling it burrow deep into her sloshy cunt. Once admiring her expressions of ecstasy Nick brought on the ball gag and refused her moans. Patting her cheek to garner eye contact he shared a dark foreboding gaze. Her pussy was trickling with a resounding slosh due to her wetness at his bondage behavior. She had only dreamt of such a man. The closest she had ever gotten was her ex tying her to their bed. One time ever! He was too drunk to perform so fell asleep on top of her. Those were the days. Drunk ass Native American!
Leaving her by herself Nick Sanchez vanished for ten long minutes. Returning she had a pool of fountaining juices staining the carpet beneath her. Snapping his fingers at her she opened her eyelids, having been lost in her defining moments. Held before her face as she focused, she expected Nick's face, but instead found...the skull known as Ollie. Haunted in that moment she squirted again, this time urine. Placing the skull on a pole he tied it to the fucking machine as if that was her sex partner. Dimming the lights into almost that of a candles glow created ambiance.
"You belong to him."
Her eyes bulged at Nick's grim insight. Leaving her again he opened another set of accordion doors letting the night breeze attack her flesh, the sounds of waves crashing on to the beach entrancing. Darkness drawing Nick outdoors he disappeared into the shadows. A Man in Black indeed.
He was gone for over an hour. Caprice exceeding seven confirmed orgasms was nearly a lifeless puppet at the mercy of Ollie. That machine did not waver for even an instant. The puddle below was a small pond by now. Drained and unable to even moan anymore Caprice gave up and passed out.
Midnight was still a long way off...
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Having disembarked her bus on the main road Midnight Amador headed toward her home along the sandy road. With darkness that went on forever it cloaked her emotions. A strange tear had escaped her eye and creased down along her nostril. She did not understand where it came from or why it came to be. She was not distraught in any way yet in her soul it was almost empathy. As if some distant pain was tugging at her to embrace it for another. Not once did she think of Caprice Comstock. If it were her, she was on her own. In that respect Midnight had this in common. She was always...alone.
A quarter mile from the main road with another half mile before her house, Midnight paused in step and peered up at the moon. She knew the time perfectly. This was the location where she had been raped at age 16 by her unknown attacker. It felt...more like home than her real one. How could anyone feel this way? To have suffered an intense horrific struggle, her virginity stolen from her that night, yet...having loved it. Her secret kept; her attacker long gone with no concept of who it was save for his build. He was muscular, his words direct. His cock huge and mighty. Just standing here on the spot made Midnight wet. Thinking of Nick Sanchez in that moment...it could have even been him.
Was that what drew her to the man?
Ten minutes lost in immobility, her limbs unable to move, she trembled, juices succulently dripping down her inner thighs. Her pose locked tight as if an invisible force held her muscles in formation. Was it that empathy calling again? Caprice was at this same moment in time engaged in bondage. Yet, Midnight had no idea of her plight.
Her pussy ached to be filled, dropping her bag in the sand to lift her skirt and play amid her soaked labia. With zero visibility Midnight removed her dress and draped it over her bag then lay there in the grass next to the road where her attacker had taken her. Placing the trunk key between her lips as Nick's only gift to her kept her moans tightly pressed, fingers buried inside her cunt digging as deep as she could plunge them. Her imagination running wild she recalled every position her taker had put her in, even tugging her hair as hard as she could to simulate that which he made her endure. Mane in Black...black of night.
Cumming hard twice she lost sight of everything around her. She did not want it to end. Nick Sanchez became her desired assailant, taking her time and time again. Fantasy begging for reality. Midnight did not want the light; therefore, she ignored its presence. That bit of reality was going to be taken from her.
Car lights coming down the dirt road discovered her bag and dress in the way, halting in front of it. Midnight continued her masturbation unable to stop. In her commitment she did not even hear a car door open, a set of feet shuffling. Breath held from her grassy confinement she fingered herself without waver. Nick had not ordered her to stop. She would not.
