I have loved writing this short story, bringing one of my oldest fantasies to literary life. Should the people want more from Sophia and James, I could be persuaded to into some additional chapters, but for now, this is our conclusion. Please don't climb into people's windows and perform nonconsensual sex acts with them. This story is purely fictional.
"Please, Sir, I'm so exhausted," Sophia pleads with me as I unclip her wrists behind her back and rub her shoulders. I remove the chain from her ankle cuffs and untie the rope invading her tender cunt.
"I know, my little cock sleeve, but I'm not done using you yet." I pick up the rope that's saturated with drool from her cunt and back her into the wall next to her bed. I press the rope at its wettest point past her lips, pinning her tongue down and letting it settle between her teeth. I pull it taut by holding both ends to the wall with my hands on either side of her head. She looks up at me with wide eyes, making the kind of pathetic mewling sounds that make my dick throb.
"Can you taste how excited you were to be led around your home on a leash, tied up for my entertainment, and spanked over my lap? I had your tits bound till they looked like balloons, I crushed your sensitive nipples with clamps, and your cunt just kept gushing." Her cheeks are flushed again, and her eyes look down shamefully. I pull the rope tighter against her mouth and she whines, looking back up at me with her puppy dog eyes.
I remove the soaked rope from her mouth and toss it on the bed before clipping her wrists back together in front of her. "On your fucking knees, whore," I demand, gripping the hardware connecting her restraints to help guide her to the floor. I hold her arms above her head in one hand, opening my pants and freeing my dick with the other. Just the sight of her on her knees before me, eye-level with my rock hard cock, is almost enough to send me over the edge. I see the tip of her tongue poke out as she licks her lips, and it takes everything in me not to throw her onto the bed right then. "Tell me, my little fuck doll. Who owns that sweet, eager mouth?"
"You own this mouth, Sir," she replies, her lower lip trembling.
"Then show me."
And with her hands held firmly in place above her, she leans forward, grazing her soft, plush lips across the head of my throbbing dick, coating them with pre-cum. I watch in awe as she licks her lips again and then wraps them around the head. Her tongue massages my frenulum and I moan, lacing my fingers through her hair. I feel her suck hard on the head and then pull back, releasing it with a 'pop' before flattening her tongue to run it up and down the length of my shaft.
"Fuck, baby girl. You're the perfect cock whore," I groan, using my grip in her hair to guide her open mouth back onto me. Her lips are stretched tight around me due to the girth, and she starts to bob her head up and down. I hold her head still and slowly press my cock forward until I hear her choking and gurgling. I pull back to let her catch her breath before repeating the cycle a few more times. Tears are running down her cheeks again, and a considerable amount of spit coats her lips and chin. I release her arms and let her collect herself for a moment while I start to set up her next position on the bed. I stack up a few pillows in the center and take Sophia's hand, pulling her to her feet and guiding her to her knees on the bed. I have her lay over the pillows so they prop her hips up. I secure her wrists to the headboard, pulling her arms long in front of her. Her ass is still red from her punishment, and it's pushed up invitingly. She exhales sharply when my hand rubs her sore cheeks, giving one a little pinch.
I rummage through my bag for the next slate of supplies and lay everything out on the bed. I remove the cuffs from Sophia's ankles and widen them to fit just above her knees. With her legs still bent, I use ropes on both sides of the bed to pull her knees wide, securing them to the frame. She tests these restraints, attempting to close her legs. Her fat pussy lips are slightly parted again, and I see the tip of her clit peeking out. Her lips and thighs are shiny with her arousal. I climb between her legs and lean down to taste that perfect cunt, kissing up her thigh and running my tongue run along the length of her slit. I lap up the coating on her lips and press my tongue into her folds to find that big, swollen clit. She shudders and her hips jerk, but her restraints hold her firmly in place.
"This time you're going to be a good fuck toy and ask for permission to cum."
"Yes, Sir."
I kiss, lick, and suck on her clit until she starts whimpering and moaning, pressing her face into the sheets underneath her. I can feel her cunt juice running down my chin when she gasps out, "Please Sir, may I please cum?" She's grinding that sopping pussy into my mouth when I suddenly pull away. I slap her reddened cheek and she squeals.
"No, not yet, slut. I still need to finish decorating my little fuck doll." She groans in frustration and I swat at her ass again. I pick up the two clothespins I laid out on the bed and attach one to each of her plump cunt lips, and I hear her hiss in pain. I use them to pull her nether lips open, exposing her red clit, fully unsheathed from its hood, and her leaking fuckhole. I slip one finger inside, coating it well before I move just slightly upward to press against the puckered hole I've been neglecting all night.
Sophia writhes as she feels me pressing my finger to the first knuckle into her tightest hole, using only her own arousal as lubricant. "Not there, Sir! Please, I'm begging you. I haven't--I've never--Please don't do this, Sir!" she sputters, trying to move around to delay my progress. I remove my finger and slap her ass hard, which makes her yelp and recoil from me. I climb off the bed and step around to her head, grabbing the big red ball gag from its spot on the bed.
"I thought you understood that I own every inch of you, slut. Your drooling cunt, your virgin asshole, and your mouth. Remember how you said I own your mouth?" I grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her face upwards to look at me.
"Yes, Sir," she says quickly.
"Say it again."
"You own my mouth, Sir," she whispers, her face flushing.
I smirk. "That's right, I do. And since it's mine, I've decided I've heard enough from it. Open up." Before she can react, I shove the ball past her teeth and release my grip on her hair so I can buckle the gag behind her head. She looks up at me, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips pulled tight around that red ball, and I feel my cock jump at her sheer helplessness. I undress completely now and return to my spot behind her spread thighs.
I tear off two pieces of duct tape and pull at the clothespins adorning her pussy lips, securing the ends to each of her inner thighs. This stretches her lips painfully, resulting in muffled screams from my fuck toy. I can see her clit twitch when I sink another finger into her cunt and continue the work of easing it into her untouched asshole. Her screams continue as I manage to get my whole finger in. I start to slowly move it in and out, and after some time and a lot of incoherent wailing from Sophia, I manage to get her asshole to swallow a second digit. It grips my fingers tight, and takes several more careful minutes before she relaxes enough for me to feel she's ready for the next step.
I reach for the bottle of lube next to me and squirt some directly onto her little rosebud. She cries out again, shaking her head furiously. I pick up the little princess plug I brought and coat it in lube as well before pressing the tip against her prepped hole. Sophia screams again into her gag as her ass stretches to receive the widest part of the butt plug.
"That's a good girl," I tell her, watching as the rest of the plug disappears into her, her hole clenching around its neck. The flared base is topped with a little pink jewel that peeks out between her bruised butt cheeks. "Soon you'll be my little anal whore, too." I decide to leave her alone for a bit to let her adjust to the sensation. I go to wash my hands and get some water, then come back to listen outside the door at the delightful sounds of agony she makes when left alone.
When I return to my fuck doll, I'm somewhat surprised to see that her cunt is dripping like a fountain, despite her apparent disdain for her new jewelry. My cock is aching for her as I drink in the sight of my lewd masterpiece. Her cunt lips stretched open by clothespins, revealing her swollen clit and pulsating fuckhole, practically begging to be filled. The shiny jewel decorating her once untouched asshole, moving slightly as she twitches around it. Her reddened bottom, sticking out to display the fruits of her punishment. Her massive tits squished beneath her as she's tied and stretched helplessly. The drool dribbling down her chin from the ball gag fastened behind her teeth. She was utter perfection. She was a dream. She was mine.
"You really love being used, don't you Sophia? You cried and begged me to leave your precious asshole alone, and yet I forced a plug into that tight little hole, and I come back to find your needy little cunt twitching and dripping everywhere." I kneel between her parted thighs again and rub my thumb on her protruding clit. She lets out a low moan, twisting in her bonds. I rub faster and after only a few seconds she screams as she climaxes. I watch, transfixed, as her cunt pulsates and tenses with each stroke from my hand.
I pick up the small leather flogger next to us and brush the soft strands against the backs of her thighs. "You really thought for a minute there that you could make requests of me. That you could tell me where I can't touch you." I drag the flogger up her slit, moving it around on her clit, and watching as her hips roll and grind from the stimulation. With a flick of my wrist, I swat her exposed cunt with the leather strands, and Sophia squeals and lurches forward. I continue the rhythmic whipping of her spread pussy, relishing the sobs coming from her gagged mouth. Suddenly, she tenses up and she starts to shake in what is unmistakably another orgasm.
I lean forward and unbuckle her gag, so she can push it out with her tongue. "Did you just cum from having your pussy whipped, whore?" I ask, continuing to land light blows on her clit. I divert to whip her ass hard when she doesn't respond.
"
AH!
Yes, Sir!" she sobs, her voice thick with shame and arousal. I rapidly start whipping her cunt until she orgasms again. "James, please... No more." I freeze.
"What did you just--you know that it's me?!" I ask incredulously. The ski mask seems pointless now, so I yank it off and toss it to the side, my mind racing. My plan was to just take some photos for blackmail, clean her up, and leave like I was never here. Now that she knew who I was, it wasn't that simple anymore.
"Well, yeah... it wasn't that long ago that we met, and the things you've done to me tonight were...very specific," she explains sheepishly. I feel like an idiot, letting my lust cloud my judgement. I was angry with her again. She made me careless. She made me so horny for her fantasies, that I had to act them out on her myself. If I wanted to avoid facing consequences for my actions tonight, I had only one option. Honestly, the thought had my cock throbbing with need for her. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I'd spent hours molding her into my perfect fuck toy. The idea that I would never touch her again after tonight seemed absurd.
"We have a bit of a dilemma then, Sophia," I say darkly. I remove the clothespins from her stretched pussy lips and rip the tape from the velvety skin of her inner thighs. "Since you know who I am, I can't just walk out of here like nothing happened, can I?" I line the head of my cock up with her slick cunt's entrance, barely pressing it between her tender lips.
