Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older, and any possible hint of that not being the case is not to be interpreted as so. This is intended for fantasy purposes only, and is not an encouragement for someone to act out these things in reality, unless they have safe words and an equally kinky willing partner.
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Non-consensual was the mildest description of what they were doing.
Her body was merely his plaything. Every part of her body was sore.
Carli could still feel him buried deep within her body, stretching her pussy as he pumped leisurely into her. She closed her eyes as tears ran down her face. Her captor took hold of her hips and continued his invasion, greatly increasing his depth.
She'd fallen in and out of consciousness over the last few days.
"I'm your first lover." he mused but she couldn't see him, her face lost behind the brilliant gold of her hair. 'Tell me you don't want to come all over my cock...' He taunted, his voice was mocking with a cruel intensity that curled her toes.
"Please stop..." she sobbed. How many days had she been at his mercy?
She was naked, helpless with her arms secured by biting metal cuffs behind her. He forced her to wear a collar that was then shackled to a ring in the solid wooden desk, unable to lift her head it kept her in place. She winced when he delivered three hard slaps to her ass and picked up his pace.
Surely her captor would finish soon?
He'd enjoyed taking her virginity when she woke chained to the large bed behind them, letting her beg and plead for him to let her go, he claimed it had made sinking deep and taking her innocence all the sweeter.
He thrust his hard cock in and out of her with all his power and speed, relishing her panic as his relentless hammering made her moan. He reached a hand between her legs and rubbed along her clit, earning renewed pleading for him to stop.
"You foolish girl..."
His dark eyes were depthless and she knew what sadistic mirth would be there if she looked at him in the full length mirror opposite the wooden desk. He let out a bark of laughter, as if her refusal to look at him pleased him. Her captor was probably in his mid-30s, from the only other time she had recalled seeing him before her capture. He was a business man or a lawyer, and had been dressed in an expensive suit. 6 ft 5, a handsome face, long powerful legs. Now he was naked too, hard strong male shoulders, a broad chest and muscular arms which meant he could toss her around this soundproof prison like a ragdoll.
He'd fucked her repeatedly, if he wasn't taking her mouth, he was in her pussy. She spent the remainder of her time sore from his use.
And the buttplug was an unspoken threat he intended to have her ass as well.
She wondered if he slept at all...
His latest fucktoy was a fine specimen indeed.
Perfect for his power play, and his pleasure.
A beautiful sight to behold.
18 years old, his petite blonde was a mere 5 ft, slim, with toned legs and small hips, her pert breasts he estimated were something between a B or C cup, it was her perfectly shaped ass that had caught his attention in her pencil skirt.
Her sweet blush when she found him in the library next to his law office getting a blow job and he'd known she was untouched by a man. The thought of her stretched out with his cock between her slender legs had caused him to ram his cock into his partners throat, but he hadn't been satisfied until the night he'd stolen her from the street and filled her every hole with his cum.
Most women would ruin their entire lives for just one night with him.
But Carli couldn't have guessed how much of her he really wanted.
If she'd guessed his thoughts during that first encounter as her innocent eyes dilated and her pouty pink lips had parted... she would have run.
If he had wooed her, it would only have taken a few weeks before she gave herself to him, but he courting the young librarian would have left a contact history and why wait to claim his prize?
He didn't intend to release her, this exquisite little creature was something he would never let go. She would be fucked more than any woman had ever been.
This little hole would be at his beck and call.
"God that feels good." He complimented in a velvet-smooth tone as her hips instinctively met his thrust.
"No... please..."
If she hadn't been held up by his impaling cock, her legs probably would have buckled under her protest. He chuckled darkly, clearly her own wanton reaction horrified her but then again, the body and the mind didn't always have to agree.
Her wetness was evidence of that.
Carli's begging while her greedy pussy gripped his cock was intoxicating, leaving her tied up in his bed, the silver butt plug in her ass and wearing remote controlled vibrating panties had meant that he could ensure her continued stimulation until he returned.
The pointed tips of her breasts grazed the roughness of the table. She jerked in surprise when he reached a hand forward and cupped one breast, continuing to swirl around her clit with the other, it caused her back to bow and arch, the cool table against her cheek as she shuddered in response.
He was going to make her orgasm again.
"Why?" she sobbed when he laughed as her pussy fluttered around his cock.
Her question amused him, watching the flush building in her peaches and cream complexion was satisfied his lust.
"What else would I do with you?" he mocked.
He could feel the post-orgasmic fatigue settling in as she rested limply onto the table surface, growling in aggravation he slapped her ass cheek.
