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| River_Deep |
These are the final lines from this blog
'I would never permanently damage you, little one. You are far too precious to me for that. Now, you are going to make me that tea, and then you are going to undress. And then we are going to see just how long you can hold your breath for.'
and this my version of what happened next. The original poster knows I have written this.
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Her hands were shaking as she walked into the kitchen. She could still feel that tight living cuff of the glove where it had been at her throat and the smell of the leather was still in her nostrils. Her head was still a bit cloudy but she managed to make 2 cups of tea and put them onto a tray.
As she pushed through the door she expected to see him still sat on the chair where he had last been, but he wasn't there. It was too late to realise he was behind her as the plastic bag came over head. The tray crashed to the floor as she scrambled to rip the bag from her face. With one harsh movement he pulled her off her feet and twisted her down to the floor. Still scrambling to get to the bag she began to gasp for breath. Her kicking legs managed to make contact with him and she heard him grunt. It still wasn't enough, that lightning panic in her stomach re appeared and she began to hear a buzzing noise. Suddenly the bag was ripped open and fresh air gushed onto her red, gasping face. The only thing she managed to focus on was his dark dark eyes.
He gave her no time to recover as he dragged her over to the empty chair he had been sat in. Bits of warm wet crockery scrapped over her legs ripping red lines into her flesh. The smooth deep menacing voice was talking but she could not yet get her audio direction. A sharp stinging to her face brought her back to the room. Another flat handed blow landed on her cheek and she heard his words “Get up onto that chair, facing the back and spread your fucking legs you whore”
She climbed up and as she settled her cheek onto the top she felt her arms go up her back again. It took a matter of seconds before they began to hurt again “Please it hurts” but this time he was not going to let her go. She had not realised that he had undone himself and without any warning he pushed straight to her arse. The pain shot through her and she screamed out. “Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch” He growled but she couldn't stop herself crying out as he tried to push deeper into her. She could not stop herself and clenched her cheeks together. He let go of her arms.
“Want to make it hard you dumb cunt?” She felt an arm go across the back of her neck and it push her onto the chair. The padding pushed into her throat and she started to gasp. He grabbed her hand together and leant onto her more. Again the ability breath became harder and harder and the fight went out of her. Again he let her go and she slumped down in the chair. One foot to her side saw her fall onto the crockery strewn floor.
“On your knees, NOW!” She didn't need to be told twice. She loved him fucking her cunt in this position. A rattle of metal brought her out of her mini fantasy and the belt looped round her neck from behind. “Now bitch, fight this” The belt tightened as she felt him push at her arse again. She tried to crawl away but he pulled back, the leather tightened round her neck and she felt the air stop flowing into her lungs.
“You want to breath you need to push your whore hole onto my cock” No screamed though her head. He knew it hurt her but he knew how much she liked it. Another tug on the belt gave her a bit of encouragement and she closed her eyes and lent back. The pain shot through her body as she impaled herself onto him. The belt loosened as he grunted with pleasure at her tight ass. “Again, fuck me you bitch” The belt tightened. The tears were still flowing from her eyes as she began to fuck him. She could feel how hard he was in her and this was everything she needed to give him all he wanted. His groaning began to build and he leant back on the belt making it tighter and tighter. The room began to spin and she lost the ability to push back onto him. By then he had taken up the rhythm and was fucking her to his finish. Still he lent back on the belt, she heard his climax, his warmth and then she felt nothing…
| 22 Nov 11, 2:56 PM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
I really enjoy 'next chapters', and it is particularly interesting when different chapters of the one story are posted by different people with different D/s perspectives
It was wonderfully written even if I was scared stiff during some bits of it (I am waaaay too fluffy for some of it!) There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be, someone to watch over me | |
| 22 Nov 11, 3:03 PM Xafar UK(S), 12 yrs £     |
the only thing better than reading the words
Mac
"Me Man Whore... You Jane..." | |
| 22 Nov 11, 3:42 PM andrewsean UK(CO), 5 yrs |
Yummy, keep up the good wank, oops sorry I mean work  NON OMNIS MORIAR | |
| 22 Nov 11, 6:49 PM Da_Pix UK, 6 yrs |
YUM!!! Sub of the month October 2011. | |
| 22 Nov 11, 6:53 PM Sweetiejar UK(S), 11 yrs |
Hmmmm Sweetiejar | |
| 22 Nov 11, 7:06 PM Dark_Cherry UK(B), 2 yrs     |
Well mercy me, who'd have thunked you'd write wank fodder!?
I liked the original blog a lot. Slightly menacing. But this is HAWT. So who's writing the next bit? Using milkshake to bring all the boys to my yard since 1972 | |
| 22 Nov 11, 9:01 PM River_Deep UK, 6 yrs |
Could be the coroner... It is not what you say or do but the way you say or do it | |
| 22 Nov 11, 9:24 PM Nosfratu UK(B), 19 mths |
Fuck what am i doing at work in the afternoons  | |
| 22 Nov 11, 9:25 PM Dollface UK, 6 yrs |
I always knew you were a filthy lass, but the inner smut-peddler has pleasantly surprised me xxx "The less said about life's sores, the better." Edited 22 Nov 11, 9:26 PM by Dollface | |
| 22 Nov 11, 10:26 PM Gwalchmai UK(SW), 2 yrs |
I'll be following this up... My little one is a bad, bad girl. |
