October-November 1989 (Jackie, intermission #1.)
Jackie's aunt Ginny travelled on business on a fairly regular basis and left her alone at home about two days and at least one night every two weeks. Of course we used those days to fuck and experiment with all kinds of depraved sexual behaviour. For our second meeting I had found a small shop located in a narrow alley behind and down the stairs to a windowless underground storage unit that sold all kinds of sex toys, blow up dolls, dildos, hand cuffs, quite a bit of leather clothing. I bought a pair of handcuffs and a butt-plug tail with money I'd taken out of Mom's purse. Jackie looked so beautiful and happy as she crawled around on the floor wagging it proudly, woofing happily when I gave it to her. It was the first thing larger than my fingers she had put up her ass and it had taken quite a bit of an effort and a whole lot of lube to push it past her sphincter. She had yelped a bit from the pain as the plug invaded her anal cavity and I had smiled at the thought of fucking her ass later that same evening which I did until she was crying into her aunt's pillow, biting down on her clenched fist to keep from screaming out her pain. I think it might be the first time she truly did not enjoy what I did to her but she took all I gave her and when I was finally done she wiped away the tears smiled at me and then woofed.
We also experimented some more with food and there is one such experiment I feel I must share with you my dear readers. She had cooked us a real fancy dinner, a pot roast with roasted veggies, mashed potatoes and thick brown gravy. I had promised to supply the dessert and I had although I am fairly certain that Jackie had expected something a lot more traditional than the assorted berries I had picked at the allotments just outside of town, Raspberries, Blackberries even a few Strawberries. I know that doesn't sound all too untraditional as such but the preparation was.
One by one I pushed those berries into her cunt making sure to push them deep mashing them up against the walls of her vaginal cavity and when she was about two thirds full I filled the rest up with light whipped cream and placed a paper plate under her. Then I fucked her hard on the kitchen floor. She screamed a bit and I can imagine it would have hurt at first until the crushed berries started to drip out of her and unto the paper plate. Once I had shot my load inside her I took a platic teaspoon and scooped out as much of what was left inside her unto the plate and told her that dessert was served. She woofed happily and ate it all up. She did make a face at the combined taste of semen, berries and cream but she licked the plate clean like a good little bitch.
Now, I wouldn't go as far as to call it love but ever since the first time we fucked the two of us had been sharing a somewhat deeper mental connection than anything I had ever had with anyone before. As if the very fact that I hadn't tired of her, or made any serious attempts to seek out a new victim for my depravity -- yet. We even begun to hang out without fucking, just listening to music, talking, even reading aloud to each other, mostly regular books but on occasion we read from a copy of Anaïs Nin's Delta of Venus that I'd made her steal from the local library. We shared a lot of favourites in music as well as in literature. I suppose what we had could be called "friends with benefits" even though I've never liked that term.
Then came the inevitable moment I think we both knew would come eventually. About halfway through October I began to tire of her seemingly endless compliance, her unwavering submission and eagerness to please. I began to feel a need to bring tears of real pain and fear to her eyes, the way I had with Miranda. While the sex was still great it was no longer enough to satisfy my dark desires. The initial wow-factor of her consenting submission was gone. Miranda may have been strangely eager to please in her own inexplicably devoted way which was probably mostly a patient hope that I would eventually accept her as my girlfriend. It had still been a very different kind of willingness. While Miranda's willingness to suffer through my abuse it was still exactly that, she was suffering through it in the vain hope that I did what I did to her because deep down I loved her and would eventually let up if only she showed me all the love she felt for me and believed I felt for her too.
Jackie's submission was rooted in a much more conscious awareness of not only my sexual desires but also of her own. While I doubt Miranda ever drew any form of sexual pleasure from any of the things I did to her, I knew that Jackie did. She wasn't playing the submissive role out of a desperate need for any kind of attention, the way Miranda had. She assumed the role because it turned her on and got her off. And while that in itself had been a huge turn on for me as we began to play together it was as I already said now no longer enough to satisfy my dark misogynist desires.
The fifth or maybe the sixth time we met for a two day session of fucking I let Jackie start it off the way she had the two previous times, by giving me a long slow blowjob in the hallway. I shot my load deep into her throat, as per usual but this time while she was on her hands and knees coughing up my semen I grabbed her hair, lifted her up and punched her hard in the gut which caused her to spit semen all over my face. I pushed her up against the wall and kneed her in the cunt. There was real pain on her face. I punched her in the gut once more and told her to clean up the mess she made on my face.
She looked at me with tears of pain flowing down her face and a confused look in her eyes but she said nothing. She just licked me clean. I banged her head against the wall and threw her down to the floor not bothering one bit about her hitting her head against the stool by the phone. Her nose was bleeding and her lips were bruised. At the moment I didn't care whether or not it would give rise to questions she might not lie to avoid.
Instead I was on top of her before she could blink or even cry out, grabbed her throat with my left hand and pinned her to the floor while I spread her legs open with my knees. My cock was rock hard and I rammed it deep into her cunt and started to fuck her hard and deep. I could hear her gasp for air and see the desperation in her eyes. She was clawing at my arm and my hand on her throat. I spat in her open mouth and slapped her face.
"Keep still you fucking useless whore or I'll hurt you for real."
