Him 36

Orla heard his car pull into the drive and, with a sigh, slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and hung it on the back of the bedroom door.

He was home from work.

He insisted she be naked when he got home every day.

Orla had met him five years ago. He was the older brother of one of her friends. He was back from working abroad and she met him for the first time in the pub one night as he called to see his sister.

He was tall and dark, just the way she liked her men.

The first thing Orla noticed about him was the large bulge in the front of his jeans.

The bulge in the front of a jeans was the first thing Orla noticed about most men. She liked big bulges in tight jeans. The bigger, the better.

Her mouth watered at the thoughts of what secrets lay behind the cloth.

They started to date and the sex was all she had hoped it would be. Hard and rough, him slamming his seven inches against her cervix, his thickness filling her, stretching her as he fucked her for hours.

She had never had multiple orgasms before. She did now.

They got a flat and moved in together. He insisted she give up her part time job to look after their home. He had a good job, so they didn't need the money, he said.

He looked through her clothes, throwing out the most of them, promising her new outfits. These consisted of short skirts, high heels and tight tops.

She needed to look feminine, he said.

He made her cut her hair shoulder length. He liked it that way.

She had always worn her hair long and cried when it was cut.

He fucked her every night, making her grunt and gasp her way through one orgasm after another.

The sex became rougher, more demanding, more demeaning.

He had her on her knees sucking his erection until her face ached and her jaws locked. He fucked her from behind, like a dog, slamming his penis against her cervix as he pulled her back by the hair, hard, hurting her, but making her climax again and again.

He fucked her as she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and pulled back to her chest, giving him full access to her widespread, exposed pussy, as he held her head back by her hair, chewing painfully on her exposed throat, marking her.

He made her shave her pussy and around her anus. She had never shaved before. It itched maddeningly. He told her she would get used to it. He made her continue shaving every day.

She got used to it.

He began to force her to do things she didn't like, hurting her when she protested. Hauling her across his lap and spanking her till she cried and relented, agreeing to do what she was told.

He began to squeeze her throat as he fucked her, choking her, warning her to keep her hands down as he choked her into unconsciousness.

He began to introduce her to anal play. Shoving his thumb into her rectum as her fucked her 'doggy style'.

She didn't like that and she told him so.

He pinched and twisted her nipples until she cried, then shoved his thumb into her anus anyway.

He forced her to push things into her own anus, first having greased it. Her fingers, small carrots, anything she could find that was remotely phallic shaped. Insisting she use bigger and bigger items as her sphincter loosened and stretched.

One night he fucked her rectum, and from then on she wore a plug in her anus, keeping it open and greased. Once a week or so, Orla's rectum was fucked as she knelt on the bed, usually to punish her for something.

He fucked her arse as she lay on her back, her knees spread wide as she rubbed her clitoris, bringing herself to orgasm with her fingers as he plundered her anus.

She began to enjoy the arse fucking's, associating anal sex with pleasure.

He began to record his assaults on her, a camera in her face as she sucked and licked his erection, eventually spurting his semen on her forehead, cheeks and lips, as the camera recorded her humiliation.

He made her masturbate as he watched, recording her shame.

Orla had been masturbating since she was twelve years old, but this was the first time she had masturbated while someone watched, recording her.

He handed her a script and insisted she learn it by heart. A week later he recorded her masturbating as she narrated a 'fantasy' she had about being sexually abused by her own daughter, rubbing her clitoris with one hand, pinching and pulling her nipples with the other, gasping and grunting her way to an orgasm as she 'revealed' her filthy fantasy for the camera.

She cried with shame when she was finished, but she still had an orgasm.

He hired a prostitute one Saturday night and recorded Orla sucking and licking at the whore's pussy.

These recordings were hidden from her.

He threatened her they would be made public if she wasn't a 'good girl' for him.

Orla knew she would have to be extra careful if she didn't want her daughter or the rest of her family being shown these recordings.

Every filthy thing he did to her, or made her do to herself after that, was recorded and hidden away.

He started to humiliate her in public. Taking her out to pubs at the weekends dressed in tight, short clothes. He didn't like the marks her bra straps left on her back and shoulders, so he decided she wouldn't wear one again.

Orla felt embarrassed meeting up with her old friends and acquaintances in her revealing clothes, knowing her hard nipples were on display and her unfettered breasts jiggled about under her sheer top, to the amusement of the men in the pub.

Her panties were the next item of her clothing to be banned. He didn't like the obvious panty line under her skirt, and he disliked the marks the tight waistband left on her flesh, so he decided she wouldn't wear panties again.

This was difficult for Orla, as she had to wear a butt plug at all times now. It wasn't a large plug, It wasn't meant to hurt her, but to keep her anus 'warmed up' and most importantly, lubricated at all times.

Orla was constantly afraid the plug would fall from her lubricated rectum onto the floor, as she stood in the pub.

He took her on drives in the country and, after parking, he insisted she strip naked, first masturbating herself to a climax in the car, then sucking his erection until he too had an orgasm, squirting his salty load into her softly sucking mouth, all being recorded.

He insisted she get out of the car naked to piss before the return journey, and as she squatted red faced beside the car in nothing but her high heels urinating, he recorded her shame.

He sent her into her local pharmacy where she was well known, with instructions to approach the elderly woman behind the counter, a woman who knew Orla's mother, and to enquire from her, if she would recommend Vaseline or KY jelly for anal sex.

He would emerge from pub toilets with a wallet he had 'found' on the floor, opening it for the barman under the pretence of looking for a phone number or an address, letting the Polaroid's inside tumble to the floor and onto the counter.

Then as he and the barman studied the many pictures of the naked woman in the photo's, Orla would enter the pub and, red faced, enquire if a wallet had been found. The barman would snigger as Orla would gather up the naked photos of herself, thanking the barman before leaving, tears in her eyes.

These excursions and Orla's subsequent humiliation excited him no end, and on returning home, he would sexually abuse Orla for hours. Demeaning her, hauling her head back by her hair to bite and chew on her exposed throat, marking her for all to see, hurting her, tying her down and fucking her, as, under orders, she begged him to hurt her more, thanking him for fucking her and declaring her love for him and the things he did to her, all this being recorded.

Her hands were tied behind her back for hours as he abused her. Forcing her to adopt and hold difficult positions as he pummelled her with his erection, hurting her nipples or other sensitive parts of her body to make her comply.

He fucked her cunt hard and deep before pulling out and ramming his erection into her anus. Spending ten minutes plundering her greased rectum, then forcing her to her knees to suck him again. Holding her head still with a two handed grip in her hair, forcing her to gag and drool as he sawed his penis in and out of her throat.

He was insatiable and when he eventually climaxed, coating her face with his spending, Orla was worn out. Tired and sore from the prolonged abuse. But through it all, she would have many orgasms.

Now she took up her position in front of the door, hands folded behind her back, shoulders back, head up, feet together. He was very specific about her position, she heard the gravel crunch under his feet.

Orla started as she heard his voice. Who was he talking to? Had he brought someone else home?

He did that once before. He brought a friend from work to pick up an electric drill. The door had opened and Orla saw his friend staring at her as she stood naked in the doorway.

She had grabbed a towel to try to cover her nakedness as she made a dash for the bedroom.

He had beaten her that night, for not standing where she had been told to stand. Making her repeat over and over again, that his pleasure and amusement were more important than any feelings of humiliation or shame she might have.

It had been a long night.

This time, she promised she would not flinch.

The door opened and as he entered, Orla tried to see around him, to see if he was alone.

She heard his voice. He was talking to her.

Orla was relieved to see next door's dog wagging it's tail at the door. That was who he was talking to.

He had been talking to the dog.

Orla felt her face exploding in pain as he slapped her. Hard.

Her nipples were gripped in his fingers, like vices, as he twisted and lifted her onto her toe's.

She felt the tears fill her eyes as he continued to hurt her nipples, squeezing, twisting, lifting, until she thought they would be ripped from her body.

All the time he berated her. He had paid her a compliment. He had told her how lovely she looked, and she had ignored him.

This was not the way he expected to be greeted from work.

Tonight, he promised her, she would be punished.

Orla lay on her back on the kitchen table, knees pulled back and spread wide as he sawed his rampant erection in and out of her slick pussy.

She sported five vivid purple stripes on her buttocks and three stripes evenly spaced down the backs of her thighs from the bamboo cane, which now lay discarded on the floor.

After the beating, he had forced her to her knees to fellate him, making her gag as he pounded her throat, making her lick his scrotum and low hanging, heavy balls, then around his anus, forcing her to probe at the tight opening with her tongue.

Punishment over, he had ordered her into position on the table and slammed his cock into her with one push.

She turned her head slightly to one side to look into the unblinking lens of the video camera he had set up on a tripod beside her.

She knew he wanted to capture her face and body as he abused her.

His face wouldn't be recorded.

This video, he had informed her would be uploaded to the internet as further punishment.

He would help her to register an account, using her real name and address, on one of the porn sites and she could upload this as her first attempt.

She would add to it in time.

Having her nakedness splashed all over the internet was bad enough, but being made to upload them herself was humiliation like she had never felt.

Despite her shame her pussy clenched at the thoughts of being forced to demean herself in this way.

Orla held her arms straight down at her sides, trying to remain motionless as he squeezed and mauled at her tits. Hurting her.

Digging his hard fingers into the soft fleshy orbs, bruising the white skin.

Tears filled her eyes again as his fingers made their way to her sore nipples, pinching, twisting, pulling, as he warned her to remain silent and still. His hands hurting her but his large sawing prick exciting her.

Despite the shame and the pain, Orla could feel the first of her orgasms building.

Tears squeezed their way from her eyes and dripped down her cheeks as she asked for permission to cum.

Permission given, Orla, staring into the camera lens, grunted and twitched her way through her first orgasm of the night, as he continued to fuck and hurt her, punishing her for moving and making noise as she climaxed.

Orla suspected this was going to be a long night.