Blinded to any light that might be in the room, I could only rely on my other senses of hearing and smell. I hadn't heard anything in quite a while, but I knew that he was still there, close by, watching me. The room had no distinct scents other than my own fear and arousal. Somehow, I knew he could smell them too.
When I thought I could stand the silent tension in the room no more, I felt it. The merest touch on my cheek and my first thought was that a bug had landed. Despite his earlier injunction to not move, I shrieked and struggled to move the bug. Punishment was swift as several hard stinging slaps rained down on my panty-covered ass. I howled and the slaps continued, hard, controlled and measured. I knew that he would continue until I obeyed and I struggled against my fear and pain to remain still and quiet.
He continued until I had remained still for a few moments and I knew it was to let me know that he was in control and he would decide when the punishment would end. Finally, he stopped and all I could feel was my ass stinging and red-hot. I was sure it was red by now as well. I could handle it, I knew now that my limits were expanded. What was harder to handle was my aroused state; the spanking had reached inside me and pulled my hidden desires to the surface. I had never been so in need, my breasts swollen, my nipples hard and extended so that even the smooth sheet was both ecstasy and pain to rub against. My pussy had never been this wet before, so open and wanting, no, needing to be fucked.
I froze as I felt a new touch on my back and instinctively, I knew that it was a knife, the metal hard and cold as he ran it down my back with the barest touch. I stopped breathing, sure that this was the end. I had tried his patience too much and he was going to kill me. I buried my face in the sheet as the knife ran down my back slowly and up over one ass cheek, continuing down my thigh, knee, and calf and along the sole of my foot. I couldn't contain the shiver that ran down my body at the light touch of the deadly weapon. I heard his soft laughter and the knife continued onto my other foot and back up my leg to my ass where it stopped. I held my breath as I felt him slip the knife under my panty leg and slide across my other cheek to poke out the other panty leg. With a quick jerk, he cut through my panty crotch where it met my ass, baring my wet pussy to his gaze as the crotch dropped to the bed.
"Ah, my sweet slut," his voice conveyed his humor and enjoyment of the situation. "Are those lovely juices for me?" He chuckled and I felt his finger slide down the outside of my swollen lips, my juices covering it immediately, they were so copious. I felt the knife slide up under the panties again, over my ass. Another jerk and the panties were cut in two. He whisked the torn garment out and tossed it on the floor, running his fingers down my ass cheek again, massaging it, pushing it, testing its firmness. All the while, his other finger ran teasingly across my wet pussy lips, never pushing or giving me what I needed. I could feel my clit, swollen and hard and knew he could see it sticking out, but he did not touch it.
"Your ass is very beautiful, my sweet slut, full and firm just how I like them." He slid a finger down the crack and I tensed as it ran across my puckered rosebud, pressing it lightly before continuing down. "Tell me, slut, has this beautiful ass ever been fucked before?" I hesitated, not sure if he wanted me to answer or not and he delivered a hard slap to my ass, making me arch slightly as I felt the pain on my already sensitive cheeks. "Answer me when I ask you something, slut, or pay the consequences. You will answer immediately and truthfully and call me Sir. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Sir" I stumbled over the word as his hand began stroking my ass lightly again, the light touch was a balm to my sensitive red ass and I longed to move with it. Another slap was delivered and I remembered that I hadn't answered his question. "No, Sir, no one has done that." I shut my eyes as I thought of that violation he had promised would take place.
"No one has done what, my sweet slut?" He chuckled quietly. "Say the words I want to hear."
"No one has ever f-fucked my ass, Sir." I felt fresh tears starting and I bit back a sob. "Please, please don't do that to me. I'll do anything else, I promise."
"You are my slut now and I will do anything to your body that I desire. Is that clear? You live only to serve my pleasures now." I felt him shift on the bed and a series of hard slaps rained down on my ass again. As they stopped, I felt that light touch of before on my cheek then down my back. Sheer force of will kept me from shrieking again and he chuckled as my body trembled under the touch. As I tried to calm myself, I focused on the soft touch, realizing now that it was not some creepy crawly, but a tool of this scene he was conducting. I concentrated on the touch now running lightly across my ass, racking my brain to figure out what it was. But it felt so good that I gave up, enjoying the soft feathery touch across my red ass, gasping a little as he ran it down my thighs, feeling my nerves standing on end.
The room was quiet, nothing to disturb the silence; all I could do was feel as he continued brushing down across the back of my knees, my calves and my feet. By the time he started back up my legs, I was trembling too much to hide. I had never felt anything so soft, sensuous and incredibly erotic in my life. I jerked a little as that same touch slid along my inner thigh and feathered across my wet pussy lips, stifling a moan. I heard his soft chuckle as he deliberately ran it slowly up and down my lips. Just when I thought I could take no more, he stopped and I collapsed against the bed in relief.
My relief was short-lived though as I felt the bed give as he crawled on and slid between my thighs. At the first touch of his tongue running along my labia, I moaned out loud and felt the sharp sting of his hand on my ass. The slap and his tongue together nearly drove me over the edge and I bit down on the sheet to cover another moan. No longer caring what he thought I lifted my hips to give him access and heard him laugh again before he took another long lick, teasing me. Involuntarily, I moved my hips with him, rotating them, trying to push onto his tongue. I felt his hand slide over my ass and I braced for another slap, but he only massaged my cheek.
"Mmmmmm, my sweet, sweet slut, you taste exquisite and I am starving for you," His fingers dug into my ass briefly as he said, firmly, "You may show enjoyment, but you must not come until I tell you that you may. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Sir," I sighed out as he slid his tongue between my wet lips, running it down to my clit and flicking against it quickly. I almost lost it then and there and bit down on the sheet, trying desperately to concentrate and not explode. I was so wet, so ready, my body poised on the edge from all that had passed already. He kept massaging my ass cheek, his fingers digging in firmly, causing me pain and so much more. The spanking he had delivered had been painful, but now my ass was so hot and ultra-sensitive that each stroke stole my breath away. Combined with his talented tongue, my body was screaming for release.
He slid his tongue from my clit back up, flattening it and pressing it against my slit, but not entering, continuing past to the sensitive area before my pink rosebud. I moaned again as he slithered his tongue against me then slid it down and into my slit, curling it and pushing it in deep, darting it in and out quickly. I couldn't believe how good this felt. Every other man before him paled in comparison as I writhed and moaned under him. I had had men go down on me before, but their cursory licks to prepare me for their cock had never excited me like he was.
I cried out as his tongue slid down to my clit again and he thrust two thick fingers into my wet pussy, fucking me with them, quickly thrusting in and out. Faint whimpers filled the room and I realized they were coming from my mouth; I was practically begging a rapist to continue! That thought flew from my head as he withdrew his fingers and I stammered, begging, "please, please, Sir, I need your fingers, please!"
He laughed, quietly, "Begging me, slut? You love this, don't you? You want me to take your body and use it. Tell me now or I will stop and leave you like this."
"No, no, please, Sir!" I could not believe that voice was mine, but I also couldn't let him stop. "Please don't leave me; I need to come, Sir, please!" I was shaking all over, rubbing my breasts against the sheet, my hips pushing down and seeking his fingers again. He dipped them in again, pulling my juices out and sliding his fingers up along my ass crack, coating my tight bud with it, then sliding down for more. I tensed slightly, remembering his promise, then gave in to the pleasure as he pressed his tongue against my clit again and continued dipping his fingers in and coated my ass until it was slick with my juices. He left his finger there, sliding it against my puckered hole and pressing, but not entering.
I cried out again as he pulled my clit between his lips and began sucking on it, thrusting his fingers into my dripping slit again. I rocked onto his fingers, moaning and pleading as he thrust them in faster, his lips rubbing and sucking my clit. I was so on the precipice, my body screaming for me to jump off when he suddenly bit down on my clit and, at the same time, thrust one thick finger into my ass up to his first knuckle.
"Do not come, I warn you, my sweet slut." He lifted his mouth briefly to speak and then thrust his fingers deep into my pussy and ass, twisting them against my sensitive walls. I sobbed with the effort to stop my body from letting go, crying out and thrusting with him, reduced to incoherent cries. He twisted the finger in my ass and thrust it deeper, keeping rhythm with the fingers in my pussy and driving me wild.
