Punishing the Cocktease (PM interest)

It was a lonesome bar in the Rocky Mountains, by a big town, though not very well known, called Rockpoint Town, it was a simple community, truckers who drove through always stopped at the bar to drink. But many of the locals drank there as well.

One of them was an old man in his forties called George Durmbeck, he had at one point been married, had a good job as a carpenter, part time as a hunter and ranger, he had, had a beautiful wife and a beautiful daughter. But it was taken away from him as his wife went to another man, a well known casanova man who brought many women to him with gifts and riches, to make up for his lousy sex. He had bribed the lawyers and gotten him fired, he was nothing but a drunkard now, with nothing to own. His muscular body had not changed much, but he was much thicker now, looking bulking and stupid with a beer belly, his muscles giving his bear like appearance.

Then in from the door came a beautiful woman dressed in a revealing teasing dress, a purse over her shoulder, she had moved to the town last month and had become the local cocktease, she taunted them en with her body, and made them pay for her meals and drinks just to leave them frustrated. She was a rich woman who had been spoiled rotten, she even taunted with the fact that she was a virgin. She didn't even wear a bra or panties, many of the patrons had confirmed that, but never done more then give a flash as a teasing.

George laid back and drained his beer, ignoring the cocktease as she taunted them all, she had the same name of his daughter, but it only drove him to drink more to think of his sweet little girl. He then stood up and stumbled out of the bar, giving a dizzy wave to Jack the bartender who let him drink for half the price, he knew what he was going through, and paid his drinks with some bills before he went out the door, ignoring the woman as she tried to taunt him with her cleavage, which made her infuriated to be ignored.

Getting out he went towards the woods, he lived in a cottage deep in the woods, it was the only place he could live in as it didn't require paying bills, he had built it as a summer house for his family, but now it was his only property, chimney, gas and wood stove, radio, sofa, bed and some other meager things, there was no electricity so he stored all his food supplies in a big cooler box that kept them fresh for weeks, all he had to do was bring some ice to put in it, and then of course there was water, he haddug into a fresh spring so he had an endless supply, though it didn't have piping so he had to get water from a pump, there was a small lake just fifty feet from the cottage, perfect for bathing.

Stumbling through the woods he heard the sound of a car screeching wildly across the road, probably a wild teenager or the cocktease who had been ignored again ,she always drove like that when she was put down or ignored, dangerous and foolish.

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Denise was fuming mad. She was now parked outside old George's place, and she contemplated charging in, rubbing her full breasts in his face, and make him acknowledge her by the only way she knew how - showing lust for her.

But she finally controlled her rage. She was going to channel it into a grander scheme. She was going to make him want her. She was going to make him want to fuck her. And then she would be the one to reject him. Nobody rejects Denise.

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Denise returned to the bar at around the same time in the evening. Her eyes darted around quickly, and she found her prey. It brought a sly smile to her face. She deliberately took a slow stride around the bar, feeling all the eyes of the men, and even some women follow her shapely form, and her luscious breasts.

But all she wanted was a glance from him. And George did look up, but with nothing more than disinterest in his gaze.

Denise's face fell a little, but decided that this was not entirely unexpected.

Following her plan, she turned to Jack, one of the sleaziest men in town. Naturally, he was pleased to see her and for the first time, she put a firm palm on his shoulder. She could tell how much it meant to him. Jack wanted to reciprocate immediately, reaching out for her ass. Denise deftly got out of his way, and instead, beckoned for him to get out of his seat, and to join her on the dance floor.

Nobody could resist Denise on the dance floor. Not even George.

OOC: Errr, well I would have you pm me first, as I wanted to give some information about the plot, but I guess it's okay. I intended for her to drive dangeorusly along the mountain road and lose her car in an accident, but I can work with this.

George went to the bar the next evening as well and the Cocktease Denise was there once more, she had managed to pull Jack Jr., who was the son of the Bartender, onto the dancefloor, nothing strange as he was twenty and full of hormones for her to manipulate. But he had to admit that her tightly shaped body gave him a hard on, he was drunk, had lost his wife and child, but he was not bloody death, he knew an attractive woman when he saw one.

But he kept to himself, a cocktease was still a cocktease, she was a virgin still with that body and attitude so he didn't even bother to even attempt standing up for her, she was just going to pull him by the balls and then drop him off with a light wallet like she did all those other morons.

Drinking his beer the old man thought about happier times, looking at the old faded photo of his wife and child, though it was so faded thatt you couldn't seen much of the faces. Putting it back into his wallet the town drunk drained his beer and decided to go home early this evening. Standing up groogily he staggered out of the bar, putting down some bills to the bartender, before going out into the cool night air, and then thoguht he heard the door open and close again, probably just him who forgot to close it.

As George went out Jack Jr. got eager and began to grope and rub against the beautiful woman who was Denise, hoping that he would be the one to enjoy her luscious body and be her first. But of course the poor sap didn't know what he was getting into, thinking that the virgin cocktease would let a sleazeball of drunk hormones get inside her panties.

Before the poor sap understood what happened had Denise left him there on the dancefloor, following George out of the bar, making him red i nanger as everyobdy laughed at him.

OOC: Bump! lol

OOC: I'm sure you'd like to bump me in another way In any case, I was thinking it would be a waste for your opening if I ended up in your cabin by the fourth post. Plus, what's a cocktease without teasing some cocks?

But Denise was wrong. Even with her toned stomach exposed, her firm abs in full display as she writhed her body around poor Jack, she struggled to attract little more than a distant gaze from George. It was as if he wasn't even watching her at all.

She pulled Jack's hands around her waist, spinning around so that she had her back towards him. She ground her ass into what she could only imagine to be his growing erection. She pushed aside any disgust inside her mind, and continued to move with the music. With her ass protruding, she slowly bent her knees, dragging Jack's hard-on from the the cleavage between her ass cheeks, up to small of her back, and then along her firm back.

She reached backwards, her hands caressing his waist, his thighs, and then carelessly dragging her long fingers along the front of his pants. She slowly ascended once more, and this time Jack pushed forward a little, accompanied by a groan.

He began to move his hands along her body, and just when he was dangerously close to wrapping his crooked fingers around her full bosom, Denise saw George leaving the bar. She quickly pushed Jack aside, and followed suit. She was getting really mad.

Denise caught up with George just before he got to his car. Putting a firm hand on his shoulder, she forced him to wheel around. Then without another word, she threw herself into his arms and leaned upwards, stealing a kiss from him.

She opened her mouth, her lips rubbing against his stubble as her tongue went in search. She found his hands and pulled them up to her chest. But he refused to return her kiss, and instead pushed her away. Denise stood there, stunned, as George drove away without another word.

Now, Denise wanted this man more than anything else. If only to show that no man, if she tried hard enough, could ever resist her.

George had been shocked when the cocktease, who had just come out of the bar, kissed him without any warnings, it felt damn good and he was almost ready to return the kisses when she grabbed his hands and pressed them to her breasts and he realized who this was and pushed her aside. She was just a cock tease wanting him to become frustrated and come after her like the other horn dogs of the town.

Well he wasn't going to do it, even though he kenw she was a beautiful woman, she was not a woman he would want to be around. Getting into the cab his friend Jack Senior, the bartender, had been so kind to pay for him as he wass a bit too drunk to walk home, and drove home into the forest. The driver spoke to him with a humorous voice.

"What does the town drunk do to make Denis Milani so interested in yo uto have her kiss you? Only five guys have been kissed like that by her." Geroge just snorted and muttered angrily as he looked out the passenger seat window, looking back at the sight of the cocktease looking after car in what seemed to be shock, anger or maybe confusion. "I have no idea, while she is a woman I'd love to have some private fuck time with, do I not wish for it, I have nothing to gain from getting teased by that bitch. I have enough problems just surviving this winter, there's been a lack of prey."

"Hmmmm, well I'd go after her even if only for the teasing, damn that girl's one fine piece of ass." "And she knows it, that's why she drags you horn dogs around by your dicks and empty your wallets and leave you will blue balls and some whimpering dicks." The driver laughed at the curt words of his passenger and shook his head. "Man you're sad George, enjoy life while you can man, it's your only one." "I was enjoying life, back whe I had one." the old man growled out as he steppe out of the cab and slammed it shut before entering his cabin, he needed some water before bed to clean out his throat.

Denise went home that night, and for the second time in a row, feeling the hurt of rejection. It had been a long time since anyone said no to her. But her life was not always like this.

Her father was a successful businessman, or so she heard from her late mother. As far as she could remember, he had been an abusive, unreasonable and unsupportive father. Not only had he refused to display any form of fatherly love, but he made her feel small and inadequate. And she hated it.

She was an early developer, and when her mother passed away when she was eleven, she had no one to guide her about her physical development, or to teach her about the birds and the bees. And when her breasts were forming nicely, with her hips flaring out, she felt like an alien, maturing way beyond all of her peers. She had contemplated committing suicide when she was at the trough of her self-esteem, and her father at the peak of his drunkenness. Years later she would discover how much her mother's death affected her father, but even so, she planned part of her mom's demise from illness on the ways of her dad.

All that changed that summer when she first realised the extent of her feminine charm and beauty.

She was away at summer camp, and she found herself, rather oddly, the centre of attraction of many of the boys, most of them older than she was. She was confused, unsure of what exactly it was, and suspected that they were really making fun of her. Until she overheard a conversation, when the boys thought she was already asleep. They gushed over her like teenagers would over a gorgeous movie star, and were decidedly quite explicit with their compliments. Apart from her apparently pretty face, they were in love with her full breasts and ass.

The next day, Denise tested out her suspicions. She wore a T-shirt without a bra one time, and another she wore a relatively low-cut blouse, and made the most of any opportunity to bend forward to give the boys an eyeful. And they loved it. Long after the camp, she still received love letters from many of the boys, many of them professing their love for her, and several gifts as well. She never did reply any of those letters, but she knew the path that laid before her since then.

"Denise! Denise! Get me my beer!" A shout from the living room shook Denise from her thoughts. She felt a different type of anger rising within her, as she stormed to the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of beer. She didn't know what to do with her dad to be honest.

Holding out the beer to the sprawled figure on the couch, Denise waited a few moments before a pair of dead eyes looked up at hers, before quickly fixating on the beer bottle. He reached out for it weakly, but suddenly got distracted by something else. Denise followed his eyes, and realised her own father was staring at her chest.

"Quite a rack you have there, Denise," her father chuckled with a leer, before grabbing the beer bottle, and collapsing back onto the couch, his eyes staring out blankly at the flickering television screen.

And in that moment Denise realised her next strategy. Teasing George was obviously not working. She needed something different.

OOC: Was planning on the adoptive father being dead, thus the reason for her living in them ountains to get away from the memories, but a bit of revenge on a personal level makes things interesting.

NEXT EVENING

George shouldered his rifle as he carried the dead wild boar over his shoulder, the big pig had come down from the mountains looking for food, he had ended up as food, the pig would feed him for the winter, it would make a lovely ham for christmas too, he already had turkey from last week in the cool box. Getting to the butcher in town he had the thing gutted, skinned and cut up, giving a bit to the butcher, Frank Kodson, he kept the guts and hide, the guts made excellent bait for both fishing and hunting, while the hide made a good blanket.

Getting paid for hunting was a good job too, he had gotten a rouge wolf in the morning and been paid two thousand dollars for it, apparently it had been harrashing the mayor's backyard where his grandkids lived. Feeling a pang of pain in his chest at the mention of kids George remembered his own child and wondered what had become of her, and if she was married by now, she would be the proper age.

After taking his food back to the cottage, along with some supplies and stuff for the winter he brought, George went back to his sanctuary in his troubled mind, the bar. Entering he went to the bar and ordered a small beer, thinking of starting small today, but then noticed Jack Jr. ordering a big fifty dollar tankard of whiskey from his father. "Hey kid, I bet you five bucks I can drink that thing up without touching the glass." The idiot glared at George and shouted out while his father just shook his head. "I will take that bet old man!"

George then took the whiskey and chugged it all down, holding the glass, Jack Jr. sputtered in shock. "B-but you touched the glass!" Handing five buck to the idiot George stated with a cheerful voice before taking his beer and walking back to his corner. "Yeah, here's your five bucks, thanks for a cheap whiskey." The bar erupted into howling laughter while Jack Senior shook his head at his humiliated son who stared at the five bucks and empty tankard in his hands.

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Denise watched on from the crack in the door, hiding her form in the backroom of the small bar. She hid herself well under the guise of a long trench coat and a hat, tilting her head downwards each time one of the patrons stumbled inside en route to the toilet. So far, no one had recognised her.

George, the object of her obsession and fantasy, was seated exactly where she wanted him to be, at one side of the bar, but with a good enough view to witness everything that would happen. Jack Junior, a mere pawn in her grand plan, was seething after his most recent humiliation. He would be far too eager to win some dignity back. In fact, George's wager with Jack Junior could not have come at a better moment.

Denise looked down at the flyer she held in her hand. Beer on the house before 11pm, with complimentary lap dances as well. She wasn't sure if he would be into the lap dances, but the free beer would be too much to resist. Of course, no one else had seen this flyer apart from Denise, and her own father.

At this very moment, her father, Old Man Milani as they called him, walked through the front door of the bar. There was some silence, for he had not been seen for years in this part of the town. As he slowly stumbled into an open table not too far away from George's, the proceedings in the bar resumed.

George halted in his drinking as he saw the rotten bastard, Mr. Milani, enter the bar, the fat drunk had taken his wife, his little girl and his entire life from him, the rotten bastard was filthy rich with an equally filthy attitude, he often came to several small towns to taunt the poor and regular folks with his cash. Rockpoint Town was just a doorstop for him that he came back to time to time to taunt those who hadi t worse then him, and what the rumros said had he several wives and daughters he had taken from married men with money and empty promises, making him a fat playboy, though it was only his money that made the women play.

Glaring with red fury in his eyes at the source of his misfortune, George barely kept his anger in check as the arrogant bastard ordered four of the most expensive drinks i nthe bar and then drank by the bar, laughing, singing and taunting everybody, who were too drunk to really take notice, or he would have been given a beating, which, sadly, he didn't get.

The fat drunk then began to babble, after his third round, about lap dances and free drinks, and George wondered what the fuck that rich bastard had gotten in his drinks, he hoped it was poisonous. As the evening came the bar shifted to night mode, something Jack Jr. had recently asked his father to introduce as it was popular with the youngsters, and each table by the walls were covered by a wall of black silk, covering them from view and giving them privacy. Though George was a bit surprised by this he kept drinking his beer, not caring about the weirdness of youth.

OOC: It is always interesting to let the thread flow along without either of us really dictating the direction. What you just posted was totally unexpected as well, as I meant for Milani senior to be a sad, old drunkard. It seems like we will have to work around this new twist.

Once Denise was sure where all Jack Junior, her old man, and George were all seated before the silk curtains came up, she made her move.

Removing the trench coat and leaving the hat by the side, she pushed open the door that led the backroom to the bar, and immediately all eyes were on her, and her yet again teasing outfit. Only that this time it was different. Her tight black dress that was zipped upwards at the front meant business. Denise was on the prowl tonight.

Denise acknowledged a few wolf whistles as she headed towards the bar, and ordered a beer and a few shots of tequila. She pretended to look around for her "prey", even as the men began to come up to her, customarily asking her to spend the night with them before being rejected coyly. Denise had already set her sights on Jack Junior.

As Jack Senior filled up the first shot glass, Denise took it between her dainty fingers, and head over towards Jack Junior, who simply could not believe his luck after being turned down just the night before.

"The beer is on the house, and the tequila..." Denise unzipped the top of her dress a little, showing the kind of cleavage that would have been a felony in most states. And then, she carefully slid the bottom of the shot glass between her breasts, letting the tightness hold it upright.

"...is on me," Denise completed her sentence, before taking a seat on the lap of the now dumbstruck moron. As he reached up, probably caught in two minds between taking the shot glass or copping a feel of her breasts, Denise slapped his hand away.

"Ah, no touching," Denise said, and a cacophony of boos rang throughout the bar. Obediently, Jack Junior began to lap up the tequila as he bent his head forward, the sweet scent of her breasts even more intoxicating than the alcohol. He made a mess right at the top of her breasts, but eventually managed to clean out the shot glass. He looked up, beaming, as if showing off a prize. For his reward, Denise moved her ass a little, making sure her full flesh rubbed against his growing hardness.

Denise then stood up, much to Jack Junior's dismay. He wanted to raise his voice in protest, but thought better of it when Denise leaned forward, giving him an eyeful down the top of her tight dress. "I'll be back," she said reassuringly.

Denise knew her plan was already set in motion, and that Jack Junior would eventually react exactly the way she wanted him to. And with that, she entered the artificial booth set up by the silk curtains, that housed her old man.

"Ah Denise, where is my beer?" the old man looked up with a glint in his eyes. With more than a little alcohol, it was easy for him to lose any inclinations towards behaving like a father, and instead saw Denise as yet another of those women he enjoyed in his younger days. Denise smiled, and passed her old man the beer. He reached up, and instead of grabbing the beer, began to run his fingers along her arm instead. Denise pushed his hand away coyly too, knowing that this would only serve to pique his interest even more. And even as she refused his advances, she deliberately unzipped even more of her dress, watching his leery eyes run all over her body. Strangely, she did not feel dirty, even though she knew full well this was her own father. Perhaps, she too had stopped acknowledging this disgusting man as her father.

On the other side of the curtain, she could hear a commotion growing. Jack Junior had grown impatiently too quickly, and was already looking for what he thought would be his conquest for the night. When Denise sensed that Jack Junior finally managed to find the right booth, she quickly planted herself onto her old man's lap, and swiftly took one of his hand and pulled it towards her bosom. His other hand, she took and placed between her legs. Her old man was quite pleased, naturally.

And when Jack Junior tore down the curtain to their, Denise immediately pretended to resist. Her old man, thinking that he had just been given the free rein to explore her body further, certainly was not going to let go so easily.

"Daddy, stop! It's me Denise! Stop!" Denise had a genuinely tormented and traumatised expression on her face as she tried to tear herself away. And in the corner of her eye, she saw that George, seated in the next booth, now no longer separated by the silk curtain, witnessed the scene unfold before him.

"Somebody, make my Daddy stop!" Tears began to well in her eyes, as her old man, with his firm grip on her, began to reach into the top of her dress, and her pussy between her legs.

The entire bar turned silent with stunned shock at the sight of Denise getting groped by her drunk father, George o nthe other hand was not surprised, he had seen her prowling, she was a cocktease and this was another of her games, and he was not in the mood for one of her silly pranks in getting comfort gift and cash for enduring her father. But unlike George was Jack Jr. not so smart and was instantly upon Denise's father, grabbing the fat bastard's own drink, and smashed it onto his face.

Releasing his daughter the rich drunk got up from the blow and cracked a knuckle sandwich into Jack's gut, bleeding a bit from the head, people tried to get the two to separate but with some wild punched from the stupid drunk duo were a war like fist fight breaking out in the bar. Frowning into his glass George stared at what the cocktease had caused, the nice and quiet bar had turned into a warzone, this was getting out of hand, that bitch wouldn't cause trouble like this forever without it biting her sexy ass, karma was a bitch after all, even good karma.

He felt like doing it himself, but he was not going over the edge just yet, drinking his beer in peace the hunter watched the fist fight and frowned as he saw Denise approach his table, acting like a frightened deer. George did not feel like being part of her game, and whatever fascination she had with him, no matter how much of a porn star she looked like, he wouldn't let her toy with him, he had let her father do that and that had been enough for him in this lifetime. So if she messed with him, then by god she would regret it, nobody messed with George Durmbeck anymore.

As the fist fight kept going things started to get bloody as bottles and tankards were smashed to use as weapon, and unseen to anybody, even the fist fighters themselves, had the fat bastard Jacob Milani, been stabbed with a glass bottle in the heart, and laid dead on the floor, a fitting end to a dirty bastard, though it would take two days before it was known to the town, as it woudl take that long for the hospital to release the news to the local newspapers.

Denise spent the long night, first at the hospital, and then at the local police station. She was no longer thinking rationally, and she would make George pay. No, not for the backlash that her plan had caused, with her own father dead, and several others wounded. But for refusing her...

"Denise? Denise, are you ok?" She brought her weary eyes up to meet those of the local sheriff's. He looked back, with some concern, but also that same glint in his eye that told her that there he wanted nothing more than to get into her pants. Everything was falling into place once again.

Denise stood up, and took a step towards the sheriff, before starting to burst into tears in his arms, her full breasts mashed against his chest.

"I saw who killed my father. It was George," Denise accused with scorn, amidst her tears. Oh they were real tears alright, but tears that cried out for revenge for turning her down one time too many. Of course, the sheriff could never tell the difference.

The sheriff said nothing more than to reassure her that justice would be served, in the meantime, enjoying the feeling of her heavenly mounds pressed against him, wishing that perhaps he could do more than just hug her. And in that same moment, as if reading his mind, Denise looked up into his eyes and spoke in a small voice.

"I wouldn't know how to thank you if you help me bring him to justice," her eyes falling away, as if in resignation. It was nothing like her usual confident, teasing gaze. And she knew the sheriff would certainly fall for this.

And he did.

"...What the hell have you been smoking bobby?" George asked as he sat there in the interrigation room, cuffed to the door, listening to the sheriff's words.

"We suspect you of having killed Jacob Milani two days ago during the bar fight. We have an eyewitness of you doing the deed!" George raised an eyebrow and wished he could rub his forehead.

"Let me guess, Denise Milani, the town's infamous cocktease and disaster machine, who pulls men by their weiners and make their wallets dry but their balls bulging blue? I see she has included the sheriff among her blue ball victims with how thisi s going on." Seeing the sputtering sheriff George turned on his glare, he had fought bears whiel hunting, he was not frightened by this sheriff, who followed his dick rather then his brain, the sheriff was married too.

"Now listen her George! We have an eyewitness stating you murdered Jacob Milani and nobody can prove it otherwise!" Oh boy, Bobby had worked as a sheriff for twenty years, and still he was as green as a bean.

"Bobby, take your dick off the cocktease's bear trap, for at least a second, and think, Frank has video cameras all over the bar, each with a different tape, and when you arrested me, I used my phone call earlier to have him send them to the authorities, and even if you are the police chief here, so will you not be able to ignore these tapes. And I think that your wife, who is the judge of town if I am not wrong, is going to get an anomonous call about your cocktease caused blue balls." The results were instant, the sheriff moved to punch George when the two guards by the door grabbed him and pulled out the swearing sheriff from the room.

Later at noon George went out of the police station with a nicely paid check for all the trouble the now former police chief had caused, though George was a bit baffled when the newly appointed police chief, Miss Jill Valentine, a young woman from Arizona, blew him a kiss. He had thought his ladies days were over, and yet he found himself targetted not just by the town cocktease but by the freaking newly made police chief!

Speaking of the cocktease, she had gonee too far, she was not her husband, who was fortunate to be dead instead of the end George had planned, and she held no sway over the law like he did, while she would get some millions from his death, it would most likely be spread to his other wives and daughters. She would pay for this, and George would be the one to deal the punishment, and so he planned for the entire night, knowing her routine already he had a plan in mind.

The following night he waited, hidden in the forest, watching her car as it drove from the bar, she drove drunk every night, and it was onyl pure luck that she hadn't crashed over the edge of the swirling mountain roads leadingto her mansion. Then suddenly a doe ran over the road, the car swirled dangerously and then crashed into a tree, George, who had, released the doe he had held captive with a leash, ran to the car and with glove covered hands opened the door, and smirked at the sight of the unconscious Denise, the airbags and the seatbelt had saved her, good thing she didn't forget the seat belt or she could have gotten a concussion.

Tying her arms behind her back, gagging her with a dirty rag, George lifted his prize over his shoulder, and lit the alcohol stinking car ablaze with a lighter, there were several broken bottles of alcohol in the back from the crash, as he knew she often collected the bottles others brought for her as a kind of prize, oh how irony punished her now as her car was set ablaze, it wouldn't be until three days later that the car would be discovered, as the smoke wouldn't be seen to the town ,asi t was o nthe other side of the mountain, and by then would the entire thing be nothing but ashes and scorched rusty metal.

Moving through the forest with his sexy captive over his shoulder, George came upon his hut within an hour or so, as he had prepared skis for the snow covered ground, and had experience skiing through snow with anything from a turkey to a bear or a moose. Swaying to a stop as he reached the hut he took off his skiis and put them to the side of the wall as he entered the hut. Carrying his price to the basement, which he had, had made for storage purpose before he was forced to live here, and cuffed the cocktease's arms behind her back and then took off her clothes, followed by her panties, as she wore n obra, and stuffed the panties into her mouth as a gag instead of the dirty rag, which he tied around her eyes instead, and left her only in her thigh high socks and high heels, her cuffed arms tied to a chain at the wall.

Unable to control himself George groped her luscious body, groping her bit tits, sucking on the nipples, and tasted her pussy, before leaving her there, naked, gagged, blindfolded and tied up, with erect nipples and a wet pussy, he would let her stew until morning, then the punishment would begin.

BUMP or EDIT?

OOC: Tell you what, I will add the beginning of the next morning.

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As morning came George was licking his lips in hunger as he climbed down into his basement and smirked as he saw the awake and panicked cock tease wiggle in her bonds, trying to stand up but with her highheells strapped to her legs she couldn't, the sight of her tits jiggling as she tried to stand, only to fall down, made him rock hard and the old hunter walked over to her, grasping a riding crop from a table and spoke to her, making her freeze in a deer in headlight sort of way.

"Good morning cocktease, you have been a very naughty slut and have just been begging to be punished, and guess whose going to punish you?" Ignoring her muffled protests I swing the crop and begin to whip her luscious body, she squeals so beautifully, she tries to moved away, her body moving so erotically as she tried to evade the next blow of the crop, but she couldn't escape, nto with the chain holding her in her place. The crop keeps lashing out and whips her sex body, focusing on her tits and ass, leaving red marks from the hard leather.

After a while of whipping she curles together, muffled sobs coming from her mouth, and George reach out and strokes her rear, making her sob harder. "Be a good girl and do as I say and the cocktease won't get hit anymore." Her sobs slowly stopped and only her muffled breathing was the only thing that could be heard, when he traced the crop over her erect nippes and spoke into her ear he could se her body shiver. "Will the cocktease be a good girl?" She slowly nodded and I spoke u pwith a grin. "Good."

Grasping her shoulder he hefted her up on her feet, her legs shacking from the cold ground she had been lying and sitting on for the last couple of hours, slowly stroking the crop over her curves, rubbing the peak over her nipples, pussy and rosebud he heard her breathing grow harder and then as he rubbed the crop against her pussy he moved behind her and pressed his older body against her smooth luscious body, one hand reachign up and fondling her left tit while the other rubbed the crop over her body still while he spoke int oher ear. "Seeing as the cocktease likes to tease every cock in sight, it wil lbe a good experience for her to be the one to be teasesd no?"

His hand groped and stroked her every curve, his mouth kissing and sucking on her flesh ,his teeth nibbling her neck and ear, the crop in his hands stroking over her more sensitive parts as she stood there, helpless to the teasing touch of the big man, the bulge in his pants rubbing agaisnt her tight rear, adding to the sensual sensations teasing her body, driving its nerves on fire, and never satisfied.

Denise felt violated, and that was an understatement. She hadn't seen this coming at all; of course she was aware of what the old man George was capable from the stories she heard. But she wasn't expecting him to keep her as a sex slave. She wanted to be in control of this, teasing him, seducing him. But now she was tied up, locked away in his basement. And she felt fear.

But at the same time, she could sense the burning lust in him. Something she hadn't witnessed before, and something she wanted to bring out of him in the first place. She wasn't sure if he would actually hurt her. The whipping stung, but it would leave nothing more than bruises afterwards. And she actually felt arousal as the hard leather slapped against her soft skin, her full breasts, and her erect nipples.

He took his place behind her, prompting her to turn her head to look backwards at him. He leaned in close, his breath on her skin, as he began to move his hands all over her body, his lips covering inch after inch of her body. Occasionally he would take her earlobes between his teeth, or parts of her skin he would suck and nibble on.

She was squirming now, not with the discomfort of his invasion of her body, but the growing arousal which he seemed to be fuelling, and yet no interest in quelling any time soon.

She tried to talk, but only muffled noises emerged underneath the gag. She wanted to tell the old man to fuck her.

OOC: Be sure to not make her submitting to fast, it wouldn't be fun to not have her haughty attitude broken just in the beginning.

Sliding his hand over her full breasts, gently rubbing her full nipples against hsis palms, he blew hot air over her ear while licking the earlobe, teasing her aroused body without giving her the comfort of release, constantly on the edge, tense and eager, though she probably wouldn't admit it after she had, had her release. Pulling out his cock from htheir contained trousers he placed the sticky rod against her bond hands and growled into her ear. "Jack me off cock tease, please one of the hard cocks you so enjoy to tease."

She whimpered, tears of shame leaking from her eyes and down her cheeks, her smooth sharp nailed fingers frantically fondling and rubbing the thick and meaty cock, rubbing it up and down, back and forth, sliding her thumb over the precum leaking forehead, before rubbing it's entire length with both hands, as it was too big for her to rub with one hand. Groaning out hotly into her ear as she pleased his cock with her hands the old hunter slid his thick fingers over her moist slit, flicking a finger over the swollen lips, making them clench and suck the empty air in reflex, making her grind her hips in hope to pushing one finger inside of her ,cause that would be all she needed to be set off, but it never came.

"Oh yeah rub my cock you slut, rub it nice and good, feel how you make my sperm wiggle out of fit , feel it come." And feel it she did as when she jacked off the big meaty cock she felt the bulges of the coming spurts and felt the hot splatters of semen cover her hands, arms, lower back, rear and legs, her aroused body feeling hot pleasure for an instance before the seed began to cool. Pulling his cock free from her groping hands George took out a pair of dildos, one half the size of his huge cock and another just about four inches shorter but just as thick.

He then turned around and sat down on a chair, spreading his thighs, showing her his fat cock and began to jack off in front of her, his big hands sliding up and down his old man cock, showing off the thick and meaty tool to her horny eyes, allowing her to see it all but not even to touch it, her lower back and ass stained white by his seed, and she couldn't even taste it as he jacked the big monster in front of her, aiming at her feet. After a while his cock began to swell and the chained cocktease whimpered as she saw the thick and smelly cum splat over the floor ,some hitting her feet, all hot and sticky for a few moments. her body was starting to cool down from the edge of orgasm and she stood there with a slowly cooling pussy, her body unsatisfied by the lack of orgasm, making her pussy all red and sour. and as her orgasm disappeared completely George took the two dildos and without warning stuck them up her cunt and tied them in place with duct tape, her body shaking in need for orgasm ,and yet it couldn't get it as the big toys in her pussy and as were not moving an inch, leaving her filled but unsatisfied. Flicking a finger over her hard nipple George walked away. "I will go and prepare for the day cocktease, you can just stew her for a while until I return."

When Denise felt the naked warmth of George's cock nudging against her palm, she instinctively reached for it in spite of the clear discomfort she felt with her hands bound behind her back.

She closed her thumb and index finger around what she made out to be the tip of his cock. It was already a little moist, and the thought of George aroused made her smile even though she was in somewhat of a predicament. It meant that she was right all along about the old man, and about herself - there was no man she could not seduce.

Denise proceeded to close the rest of her fingers on her right palm around his cock, and it was then she realised two things: old man George was not at his full erection yet, and she could not feel the base of his cock. To affirm her suspicions, he began to thrust forward slightly, with her fingers wrapped around his hardness. Still no end in sight, or rather, from her sense of touch.

Then she felt his fingers on her naked cunt, his fingers making her squirm as he teased her with deft touches that she wouldn't imagine a rough old man like him would be capable of. But he knew what he was doing, and refused to give her any sort of release, playing with her clit and the opening to her pussy, but nothing more.

At the same time Denise now had both her hands along the length of his cock. He must have been at least eight to nine inches, and thick enough to even make her squeal if he thrusted himself inside her. And she yearned for that feeling to come soon. It didn't take long for him to go over the edge, his warm cum splattering all over her back and arms, before withdrawing from her fingers. In contrast, she was left high and dry, nowhere near her longed release.

******

Denise lost some time, passing out from the immense arousal she felt with the two dildos driven far up inside her pussy, and yet no chance of any sort of release. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the lights in the basement still on, but no sight of the old man.

Her momentary lust for him disappeared, and now only thoughts of revenge filled her mind. Of course, she was still going to give him the fuck of his life eventually, but only on her own terms. She was going to make him beg for it. For now, she looked around her, and noted her surroundings. All she could do is wait. For now.

George had something extra planned for the cock tease, gathering some 'toys' from his chest by his bed he made lunch, roasted wild boar porkchops with smashed potatoes and a can of beer, and made a bowl of roasted wild boar heart and liver, boiled in a mixture of oil and blood, spiced with lots of garlic, salt and pepper, it would be spicy and strong, and just the thing he needed to humiliate her further. The hunter also prepared a bowl of goat milk, laced with fertility pills he made sure to smash into powder before adding, they would negate any birth control pills she had taken, let the bitch think she was safe but once her filled her pussy she would be in for a nasty surprise much later on.

Once he finished with the food he went down to the room, putting down his own food on a table he had prepared, and also put down her food on it as well, but she was out of reach from it, sitting down on his table he ate the food and drank the beer, tasting it, and enjoying before he turned to speak to the hungry cocktease. "Is the cocktease hungry? Well, she must be a good girl to get something to eat, unless she wishes to starve that's it. How do I know that this cockteasing bitch will be allowed to eat?" He made a purring sound along bitch and had his crop in hand once more, slapping it into his open palm, his eyes looking over her naked body, she had been leaning against the wall to be able to get some rest and remain standing, so her legs were shacking a bit as she stood ,awkward from the odd position they had been in as she rested, it was a nice image running through his mind ,her sitting on her knees, eyes begging, like a dog, he had even prepared a new gag for her to eat with while he was up.

George walked back into the room, with an air of superiority that Denise loathed, and yet loved so much at the same time. In her world, she was the one in control, and men would kill one another just for a chance with her. And yet deep down inside, she found the arrogance and absolute confidence a man like George had arousing. It was more than just mere arousal; it was a fierce lust she could barely contain.

But she was still in control. She was not going to succumb this easily. She stared back at George and did not say a word in reply.

Smirking at her once again recovered spirit, it was incredible to know he was making this wild cat submit to him, the bulge in his pants grew a bit and he pulled out the newly made gag he had prepared for her, it was not really a gag it was more like a template, made to fit her inner teeth, it would make it so that she couldn't close her jaws completely, thus she couldn't bite down on his cock but still let her chew, it was held in place by hard rubbed covered steel wire.

"You better not do anything stupid cocktease or you will not get anything to eat today." Yanking out the cloth gag George pushed in the template which was soon in place and even with her little struggling she was soon unable to close her mouth. Stroking her impressive bosom as she stood on her shaken legs George watched her squirm as he rubbed the large firms tits, her already moist pussy, stuffed by the big dildo, getting wet almost instantly, keeping u phis rubbing of her breasts George unzipped his pants and let his engorged cock slap out from his jeans.

"If the cocktease is a good girl then she will earn her food, kneel like the bitch you are and pleasure me with your tongue and mouth, make me cum and you will get your meal, but if you do not succeed then i will force feed it to you." Slapping her tits with a backhand he watched the big orbs jiggle as she squirmed, her legs shaking from the constant standing, and being high-heels made it even harder to remain standing, he just had to wait until she couldn't stand and began to please him to get her meal without force, and he would start another set of her training in obedience and punishment for being a cocktease.

OOC: I know it has been a while, but can we continue this thread? Feel kind of bad leaving it hanging. If you wish to leave it then that's okay.