No Trespassing Ch 05

Author Comments

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

The series starts as lesbian nonconsent/reluctance. A lesbian goes off the grid for vacation. She seeks shelter from a storm at what is assumed to be a seldomly used cabin but is caught when the owner shows up unexpectedly. The years of suppressing her submissive tendencies bubble to the surface as she is forced to accept punishment for trespassing and settling the tab for staying in the cabin.

If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy and comments are always welcome.

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Training issue leads to potential new agreement

The pressure increased between my legs. I shifted trying to hang on to the restless sleep that lingered. I moaned as something pushed deeper inside. My legs spread wider, encouraging the feeling as I grew close to a climax. The pressure pulled back and I whimpered at the empty feeling. I was so close.

The husky voice from my dreams purred, "Morning, baby slut."

My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation forced me awake as three fingers slammed into me. I arched up taking the fingers deeper. My muscles clamped down on them, as I gathered my courage to open my eyes.

Dark green eyes loomed over me and her full lips begged to be kissed. Something in any other world where I was in control, I wouldn't have hesitated to do. Now I lay panting, following this mysterious woman's lead.

"Sleep well?" She smirked as if knowing my dreams were filled with humiliating thoughts and punishments that seemed to only turn me on versus fighting back.

She quirked an eyebrow waiting for an answer to a question I didn't want to answer.

"No, mistress." I groaned as she withdrew her fingers.

"Too horny to sleep?" She chuckled at my discomfort, running a finger over my bottom lip.

I opened my mouth when she pressed one coated finger against my lips. I sucked one finger then the another until all three pussy coated fingers filled my mouth. With my mouth stuffed, I settled on nodding my head.

"That's it. Clean your mess off my fingers like a good the baby slut you are."

The green eyes sparkled enjoying my morning edging topped off with the humiliation of fucking my mouth as I licked my juices from her fingers.

"Five minutes and then we should get on with breakfast. You'll need some energy if you want to make a bigger dent in your debt."

I shuddered at the implication of what I would need to do beyond offering my ass for payment. "Yuf, misfss."

It was another silent breakfast. My worthlessness grew with each passing minute as I stood with my feet wide, and my ass pushed back so mistress could view my white ass and wet pussy. Being ogled my a clothed female made my heartbeat faster. I wondered what she was planning for the day. What would she make me do to compensate for the money owed?

There wasn't much I could control. I bit my lip trying to map out the day to figure out when to ask for my morning ass training, two payments, and an evening ass training.

As I took the last sip of my coffee, I decided it was time to start my day with the little control that I had. "Mistress?"

"Yes, baby slut?"

"Would you like to train my ass, mistress?"

"I would. The question is, do you want your ass trained, baby slut?"

The slickness in my pussy coated the tops of my thighs as I was forced to participate in my degradation. "Yes, mistress."

"Why?"

I frowned. I wasn't expecting that question. It wasn't like I had an option, was it? The point was to allow my mistress to take my ass. Something I wasn't sure I wanted, but I had to admit the feeling of the butt plug inside me yesterday, just made my pussy leak more. It turned me on, and I wasn't sure if it was the humiliation of the situation or something stretching my ass or a combination.

"I want to train my ass so I can take your cock, mistress."

I heard the chair push back as she moved behind me. A fingertip ran up my right cheek. Slowly drawing circles as she moved across to the other ass cheek.

She leaned in, placing her lips to the top of my ear. "Only sluts like taking it up the ass," she whispered. Her warm breath caused me to shiver. "Is that what you want baby slut? To take it up the ass? To become my slut?"

I trembled at the thought of her pounding a cock in my ass, stretching it wide. It both thrilled and scared me. "Yes, mistress. I want you to fuck my ass and make me your slut." My cunt clenched at the humiliating words I couldn't seem to stop from voicing.

"Go setup. Don't forget you can't use the same training tool twice."

"Yes, mistress," I replied, picking up the riding crop.

I wasn't really thrilled with either option for my next training, but the paddle looked worse than the flogger. The flogger was small, and the leather strands felt soft as I ran it over the palm of my hand. Surely this couldn't hurt too much.

The lube was a different story. I wasn't sure which one held the fire gel. None of them were marked, just different color caps. I chose the same one I did yesterday, hoping that I would be granted a release.

Mistress wasn't happy I didn't try a larger butt plug in yesterday's evening training. I stood looking over my options. There was another silicon one that was thin at the top and about an inch and a half in diameter in the middle with a flared base. It looked slightly bigger than the one I was stuffed with yesterday, but not nearly as big as the metal one. I shuddered at the metallic plug that would most likely slide in easier, but the width of it looked like it could split me in two.

The cabin was quiet as I debated about closing the bathroom door so I could watch my mistress train me. I crawled on the bed, figuring if she wanted me to watch she'd shut the door.

My anxiety level crept up with each passing minute. I'd been waiting on the bed on all fours for longer than was normal based on the previous routine. Butterflies waged war in my stomach as the silence in the cabin drew out.

Had she forgotten that I was waiting to be trained?

Finally, the front door clicked shut moments before I heard her walking toward the bedroom. When had she gone outside? More importantly, why was she outside?

My tongue darted between my lips. It must be another power play to keep me guessing, to raise my anxiety level. The silence felt thick as she walked behind me.

"Mistress, will you please warm my ass?"

Her fingertips trailed over my ass. "With what, baby slut?"

The humiliation of being specific in my degradation washed over me. I licked my lips and answered, "Would you warm my ass with the flogger, mistress?"

"Nice choice," she replied dragging the tips of the strands over my butt.

The leather tickled my skin, and a few strands drifted between my ass cheeks.

The first strike caught me off guard.

"One, mistress."

The second strike left a fire trail across both cheeks.

"Two, mistress."

I wiggled my ass as she continued to warm me up. My cunt getting wetter with each stroke making me feel more ashamed and pathetic, and yet, the fire between my legs grew with each stroke.

By the time I counted the thirty strokes, my ass burned. Not as painful as the spanking when I made my payment, but a nice warm glow. Not for the first time, I wondered if she was taking it easy on me. To allow me to make a one hundred twenty-five dollar payment via my ass before the day was out.

When she placed the flogger on the nightstand, I put my face down on the bed. The heat radiated off my ass making it tingle as I pulled my cheeks wide, offering my hole to be stretched and stuffed.

"Trying to impress me baby slut?"

I blushed.

A lubed finger pushed roughly into my ass.

"I asked you a question cunt."

"Yes, oh," I panted as the finger probed deeper. "Yes, I wanted to show you I'm ready to be trained for your cock, mistress."

It must have been the right answer as she held her finger deep inside. The finger slid back to my opening. She pushed back in with two lubed fingers, twisting back and forth to spread my tight hole wider.

Remembering my instructions from yesterday, I pushed back trying to accommodate both digits. She slid them in and out as I slowly relaxed. I bit my lip to squash the fear as I felt a third finger press against my sphincter.

"Relax. This will easier to take the bigger plug you're so eager for, baby slut."

Eager to take? Was she kidding me? I didn't want her to fuck my ass or stuff it at all. I wasn't a slut, but my body wasn't getting the message that this was humiliating and painful. My juices dripped and my hips pushed back wanting more.

My sphincter muscles gripped her slick fingers trying to draw them deeper, filling my ass. I gave over to the feelings as she slowly stretched me so I could take plug. My mind was a confused mass of jello at the empty feeling when she pulled her fingers out.

A sheen of sweat covered my forehead when the bigger butt plug pressed into my gaping hole. It felt so much bigger than the other one. I knew it wasn't huge in comparison to the other plugs in the drawer, but it felt enormous. I thought for sure she tear me as she worked it in.

"That's it, baby slut. Suck it in," she encouraged as I bit on the sheets to prevent me from screaming. My fingers dug into my flesh as I pulled my cheeks wide and my ass muscles clenched and unclenched at the toy, pulling it deeper. With a groan I felt the whole thick length of it inside. She tapped the base a couple of times, ensuring it was fully inside.

"Good girl. Just relax."

I lay there with my ass spread wide adjusting to the monster toy. The movement behind me indicated she was slipping into her strap-on. My muscles clenched in lust knowing that I was about to be fucked. The feeling of two toys inside me at the same time made my juices trickle down my legs.

My cunt spasmed around the plastic cock. She started slowly picking up speed until she was pounded me mercilessly. Anytime she thought I was close to cumming she'd pinched my clit. I bucked up and back in frustration. I wiggled my hips trying to dislodge her fingers from my hard clit. She just pressed harder until I was panting and the tingling feeling of orgasm started to fade.

In frustration I tried to impale myself on her cock, grunting as I pushed back forcing the tip of her cock to rub against my g-spot. Another wave of excitement gripped my pussy.

"Yes," I gasped, getting closer and closer. "Please, mistress," I begged. "Please, may I cum. Please."

The door to the bathroom was open and I couldn't see her. I wasn't sure if my pleas were falling on deaf ears or not. As I drove myself closer to climax, I thought she was going to grant me permission. I was so close, but at the last second, she pulled all the way out.

"No," I whispered humping air.

My hips buck, but it was no use. My pending climax was gone.

"Kneel."

I pressed my lips together, refusing to beg again. Each denial made me feel more and more humiliated. I just wanted to disappear. Instead, I slid off the bed and knelt in front of her.

The plug shifted in my ass. To say I felt full was an understatement. It bordered on painful, but you couldn't tell from the way my body acted.

I unbuckled the strap-on then slid the small end of the dildo coated with her juices into my mouth. It occurred to me that she hadn't got off yet. I moaned as the musky taste of her slid down my throat. I tilted my head back in search of approval. The look in her eyes made me shiver. It was almost predatory as she took a step toward me. Her fingers weaved into my hair holding me in place.

My heart pounded as she spread her legs. My eyes grew wide as I realized her intention. She slid the thick black cock into her pussy, gripping my hair. She pulled my head forward until the cock was all the way inside and my face was pressed against her pussy.

Slowly she bucked against my face as I concentrated on preventing the little cock from being rammed down my throat. My back and shoulders ached from maintaining the awkward position as she continued to hump my face. Unbelievably, my cunt throbbed with the need for release as she continued to degrade me.

With a loud moan, my mistress held my face tight against her pussy, tugging on my hair until I thought she'd rip it out.

"Oh, fuck, yeah. So nice, baby slut." She thrust her pussy against my face with each word.

I watched from between her legs as her orgasm faded. She looked beautiful, serene. Her post orgasmic blissed made me jealous. Another session where I got to watch her reach an intense orgasm while being denied my own.

After a long moment, my mistress let go of my head and stepped back. I panted trying to catch my breath after being vigorously humped. I bent over, gripping my thighs as she walked into the bathroom. Despite my effort, my hips pulsed forward and back with need.

"Need assistance, baby slut?" My mistress asked when returned from freshening up.

"No mif-s," I mumbled around the small cock I held in my mouth watching her dress.

When she was fully clothed, she squatted down in front of me. She ran the back of her fingers over my cheek. The comforting gesture was overshadowed by the big black cock sprouting obscenely from my lips. I felt every inch like a worthless slut.

"Clean up. When you get back to the kitchen, set the timer for forty-five minutes." She ran a thumb over my bottom lip. "And remember that that cunt," she pointed between my legs, "belongs to me. Touch it and you it will be punished." She flicked the bottom of the plastic cock making it wiggle. "Keep your slutty fingers out of

my

cunt. Got it cunt muncher?"

I nodded making the cock bounce obscenely.

With a chuckle, she tapped the top of the cock a couple times. Her laughter and the bobbing cock sent a rush of embarrassment through me. Humiliation caught in my throat even though my cunt ached, and my ass clenched around the plug and all I could think of was cumming.

***

Cleaning was slower than normal as every step made the bigger plug stuffed in my ass wiggle. It shifted pressing against all my nerve endings whenever I reached up to put something away or bent over. I struggled to keep my fingers from touching my "mistress's cunt." It ached and all I could think about was how slick my pussy was. How much I wanted relief from the endless throbbing in my ass.

The kitchen was almost finished when the timer went off. I picked up the flogger eager for my mistress to relieve this torture. I pressed my hand against the door, panting as the wave of need pulsed through me. Once I caught my breath, I pulled the door open.

My heart stopped when I realized she was not on the porch, but out by the firepit. I stood for a long moment, dreading the walk over. She was hunched over slightly. If I'd not known any better, I would have thought she was texting.

But that wasn't possible this far away from town.

When she didn't walk back toward the cabin, I wasn't sure if it was because she didn't hear me or she wanted me to come to her. The plug pushed painfully inside me. Each step pulled it deeper inside as I made my way across the grass to the gravel.

When I was halfway to the firepit I saw her push a hand into a pocket. I couldn't resist sneaking a glance at the pocket where I thought the mysterious phone might be hidden. The flannel shirt was too long, and I couldn't tell if she was hiding anything.

"Something I can help you with baby slut?"

"Yes, mistress. Can you remove my butt plug, mistress?"

"I cannot."

I frowned. I'd used all the right words. My tone was respectful. "But it's been forty-five minutes, mistress."

"Okay."

The plug had rubbed against my ass walls with every step. I was ready for it to come out. The longer it stayed in the bigger it felt. Bending and standing, made the tip rub deep inside. My pussy ached for more as my ass gripped the intruder. Walking across the front lawn caused me to ache for release while my asshole sting.

"Let me know when you're ready for inspection." She flicked her hand toward the cabin.

Being dismissed so harshly made tears rush to my eyes. With the conversation shut down, I had no choice but to retreat inside and hoped I could ignore the random spurts of pleasure as the toy tapped my sensitive spots.

The trace of angered impatience seemed out of character for her. I finished straightening the living room, pausing occasionally to look outside. She sat in one of the Adirondack chairs. The oversized back prevented me from seeing what she was doing.

As I gingerly walked back towards the bedroom, I glanced at the locked door. What was behind it? If there were no cell towers in the area was there some sort of internet connection? There was no satellite dish that I recalled anywhere on the property, yet the cabin had electricity. So, there must be a line for that underground. Maybe there was internet too.

The plug seemed to pulse in my ass. It was an odd mixture of pain, lust, and humiliation and my body couldn't tell which state it should be in. So perpetually horny won out.

The front door closed as I was making up the bed. The hard boots on the hardwood floor made my heart pound as they grew closer.

"Bend over," my mistress ordered as she entered the bedroom.

Without thinking twice, I bent over the side of the bed, spreading my legs wide and bracing my hands on the blankets.

She tapped the base of my butt plug.

I moaned as a bolt of electric shot from my ass to my pussy. As much as I couldn't wait for it to be removed, I dreaded the removal of it. I wasn't sure if I would feel relief or excitement.

"So, you want me to take your butt plug out?" She tapped the plug with each word.

My hips bucked. "Please. It's so big mistress. Can you please remove my butt plug?"

She hummed as she slowly turned the toy in my ass. My ass clung to the silicon cylinder as she slowly worked it out. It burned as my tight hole stretched wider and wider to accommodate the thick middle. Randomly she would push the plug back in before pulling it a little farther out. My hips bucked and my pussy grew slick.

I gripped the blanket tightly as she finally pulled the plug from my ass.

"Ugh," I sighed.

The empty feeling laced with the slight burning confused my libido. She placed the plug on my lower back then slipped two fingers into my wet cunt. I bucked against her as the heat in my cunt spread into my stomach.

It wasn't long before I could feel the start of my climax. Her fingers alternated with tracing light circles around my pussy lips and sliding them inside my slick hole. She swirled them around then spread her fingers deep inside. My hips moved with a mind of their own, pulsing back and forth as the orgasmic wave drew closer and closer.

The cool air made my clit twitch, and I realized I was humping air. Her chuckle enhanced my embarrassment at looking like a bitch in heat. I couldn't help it, I just wanted to cum.

As my hips pushed back, she slid her pussy coated fingers slid into my asshole. My sphincter grabbed at her fingers which slid into me with little effort. Two fingers worked in and out stretching my tight hole as I pushed back stoking my need.

"Nice. Looks like that extra training paid off."

"Yes, mistress," I moaned. I had to admit, taking two fingers in the ass was easier than yesterday.

I was close to begging for release when she suddenly withdrew her fingers. She delivered a hard smack to my ass before retreating to the front room.