Note: This story contains brief flashbacks, the start and end of which are indicated by a
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This is part 2 of the story. And picks up exactly where part 1 left off. If you haven't done so already, read pt.1
Her rhythm is poor to start with; perhaps it's the nerves again, perhaps it's the conflicting desire to both punish and make love to me, perhaps it's the fact that the strap on is bigger than my tight ass is used to. Fuck it, it doesn't matter, she will figure it out soon enough. I moan, partly forced to try and offer her encouragement, the rest from the feeling of having my ass stretched. She takes the hand from my back and her rhythm improves; she's probably holding the strap on now, keeping it straight and not letting it bend. With each thrust from her the thick plastic cock pushes a little deeper.
"Mmph!" I moan around the panties in my mouth, as inch by inch my ass swallows the cock, breathing heavily through my nose.
She slaps my ass, hard. "You like it, huh?" she spits. "You like being a slutty anal bitch?" She twists my arms and pulls on them sharply as she rams harder into me, pulling me back onto her cock in the process. She leans over me, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, straining my shoulders. "You like being punished do you? You fucking like being treated like a dog?"
I realise now that it wasn't nerves. It may not have been the tightness of my ass, and certainly wasn't conflicting desires. Her rhythm was just her anger dictating her movements. My shoulders and neck hurt, I want to ask her to stop, but I can't. I try to spit out the makeshift gag, but it isn't possible. My scalp burns as she tugs harder on my hair, my arms feeling like they are being wrenched from their sockets. I want her to let go, but I've no way of telling her. I guess I deserve this, though, so I will let her do what she has to.
Harder, deeper, faster she thrusts, pounding my ass, giving me every inch of her cock. The pain in my shoulders and neck and head worsens, but the pleasure in my ass is overwhelming. My cries are muffled; cries of pain, pleasure, ecstasy, confusion, pleasure, fear, pleasure, hate, love, pleasure... She hears them, but either she only hears the pleasure or she just doesn't give a fuck that she is hurting me, or maybe she even loves the fact she is causing me so much pain. I can't take any more. Not the pain, not the hate or the love or all the other feelings; I can cope with all of that. I can't take any more of her incessant pounding, and the incredible feeling.
I orgasm a second time, shaking uncontrollably, legs buckling, struggling to breathe, feeling faint. I cum, juices running out of me, down my trembling thighs. She lets go of my hair and wrists, shoving two fingers into my gushing cunt, grabbing me around my throat. She chokes me out, I gag, almost throw up, I can't breathe now as she doesn't let up in my ass, ferociously fingering my pussy. I squirm, hammering my hands on my back, trying to scream, fading...
Finally she realises. She releases my throat and pulls the sodden panties from my now parched mouth. I cough and splutter. "FUCKK! I fucking hate you!" I cry, tears streaming, my voice hoarse. She slows a little, strokes my cheek, fingers me more gently.
"Sshh, I know, baby," she says calmly, seemingly trying to comfort me and mock me simultaneously.
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"
I know, baby
," is code. It means "I know you don't mean that" or "I know you're lying but I will just let you do this."
It's a Sunday, late May. Early morning, a little after six o'clock. We haven't slept yet, just been fucking right through the night. We are exhausted, I'm grouchy because we've been trying to sleep for an hour or so, but it's too hot. The windows are open, the covers are off; we are laying there on the bed, naked, exposed. But it's still too fucking hot. Abby wants to cuddle, I just want to sleep. She keeps trying to put her arms around me, I keep tossing and turning.
She kisses my neck. "Just lay still, baby."
I roll over, push her away. "I'm fucking trying, Abby!" I shout at her.
"Babe, please don't shout at me," she says calmly, though I can hear she is upset. I don't care though.
"You just think it's so easy to just be so calm all the time!" It's the heat and exhaustion getting to me, but I can't help it. "All you do is wind me up, then tell me to calm down!" I get off the bed, grab my pillows and throw them at her. "I fucking hate you sometimes, Abby... I fucking hate you!" I fall to the floor, crying.
She gets off the bed and crouches in front of me, her face level with mine. My head is bowed, my eyes shut in a vain attempt to stop the flow of tears. I sob, my hands on the back of my head, body trembling. I think she is crying too, inwardly, remaining strong and calm to my eyes. Because she knows that if I sees her cry, it will break my heart to know that I hurt her again.
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She pulls the strap on from my ass and her fingers from my pussy. I hear her moan a little and a soft sucking sound, probably tasting my juices on her hand. She moves back around to my front, I open my mouth and she shoves the cock in mouth once again. I gag as it hits the back of my throat, but suck it, tasting my ass on it, running my tongue over it. I won't lie, as bad as it can taste sometimes, ass to mouth is still one of my kinks. Yes, this is why I have flavoured lube, but I still love sucking on a dildo or a cock after it's been shoved up there.
She fucks my mouth, forcing down my throat, making me lick and suck the strap on clean. Each time I gag or cough or whimper, she slaps me; not with her palm, but her fingers, clawing my face with her nails. It stings but, fuck! pain is such a turn on sometimes. She pulls out, crouches and kisses me, her tongue entering my mouth, as we share the tastes of my two holes. Our tongues entwine, eyes are shut (or mine are at least), moaning, barely breathing, enjoying this brief moment of passion in the midst of the fury.
She has one hand on the back of my head, playing with my hair. I don't know where the other is. "Keep your eyes shut," she whispers, breaking the kiss.
"Yes m-mistress," I nod, a little apprehensively. She stuffs the panties back in my mouth, and then a few seconds later she puts the blindfold on me. I hear her giggle, almost cackle, wickedly and evilly, but it just makes me excited. Well, more excited. Why do I love Bitch Abby so much? I fucking adore my sweet, gentle, so fucking wonderful Abby, but this new side to her is just insanely hot, even if I hate her as well.
"Unngmph!" I grunt as I suddenly feel the buttplug jammed back in my ass. "Mmhhmm," I moan as I feel the strap on enter my pussy. Then she leaves the room... so that's where her other hand was, just removing that. She darts up the stairs, and I am left wondering what she is up to. Strength returns to my legs, but laying bent over the arm of the couch is really hurting my stomach. My neck and shoulders ache and the blindness now makes me a little disorientated. The bitter taste of my ass, mixes with the salty sweetness of my pussy, added to by the remnants of the dry fruitiness of the wine. I'm feeling a little hungry, too. And nauseous. And still so fucking horny.
I try to adjust my feet, get a little more comfortable. The laminate flooring through is wet from my juices and I slip, falling sideways off the sofa, landing on the floor with a thud. I cry out in pain, but the sound is still muffled. My left arm and shoulder are in agony, so is my hip. I hear footsteps coming back down the stairs, approaching the living room. A gasp...
"Oh my god, Lexi," Abby shouts, hurrying to me, avoiding the wet part of the floor. She hovers over me, takes off the handcuffs and the blindfold, removes the panties from my mouth. She sits, picks me up, rests my head in her lap. She strokes my hair. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." She's crying, she can't hide her upset at seeing me hurt like this.
"It-it's okay, hunnie," I whimper softly. I have my eyes shut, but I can smell her wetness. Her scent enters me, consumes me, makes me even wetter. I still have the toys in me. We remain like this for so long. I think it is one of the nicest moments we have ever shared. So loving, so tender. And then she ends it.
The blindfold it back on. She checks I'm okay then cuffs me again, this time with my hands in front of me. She helps me onto the sofa, laying me down on my back. She grabs my hands and makes me take hold of the dildo in my pussy.
"Now, start fucking yourself," she orders me. "Don't stop unless I
tell
you to."
"Y-yes m-mistress," I respond as I start to fuck my pussy with the plastic cock. She leans down and kisses me softly, playing with my tits, teasing my nipples. She moves her lips to my chin, my neck, my collar, over my chest, onto my right breast, kissing and licking. She takes my nipple in her mouth, giving it a gentle bite, moving her left hand to my mouth and letting me suck on her fingers. I moan as she swirls her tongue over my nipple, biting it a little harder, teasing my left nipple with her fight hand. I moan, I love biting and being bitten, and Abby responds to my moans with harder bites. She her teeth clamp firmly around my nipple, pulling it, stretching my tit until I squeal in pain and enjoyment, then she releases, repeating the cycle.
Four, five, six times she does this, more, biting more firmly and pulling harder each time. Then she stops. "Can you stop fucking yourself please?" she asks. I do. She "Bad doggy!" she yells, slapping my left tit. "I didn't
