A Lost Bet

caela

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*** A closed thread for Silver and I ***

Erin paced her living room with a look on her face of pure fury. A look that would have dropped the man sitting on the couch if such a thing were possible. She could see his lips moving but she couldn't hear anything over the roar of anger pounding in her ears. Where the hell did he get off! Apparently Thomas had made a bet with some jackass at work and put her up as the prize thinking he couldn lose! Now he actually expected her to honor his bet!

The bastard!

"Baby please. You don't know this guy. If I renig on the bet..." his voice trailed off leaving her to fill in the blank with her own imagination.

Erin growled softly and glared at her boyfriend, "You're a bastard Thomas. I'll take care of your bet this weekend but while I'm doing that I expect you to be here packing all your shit and to be GONE when I return."

Spinning on her heel she stormed out of the living room and all Thomas heard was the slamming of the door to a bedroom he used to share with her.

* * *

The rest of the week was spent in chilly silence but when friday came Erin found herself getting ready to fulfill a bet she should never have been a part of. Her thick mane of red curls she pulled back into a simple ponytail and only put on the barest brush of lip gloss and mascara to bring out the deep emerald green of her eyes. A trench coat was all she wore and she belted it tightly around her waist, revealing the curve of firm breasts pressing against it and the flare of hips, a reminder to Thomas of what his stupidity had lost him.

"Lets get this over with," she said when she appeared at last. "And remember to be gone when I get home."
 
I couldn't believe my luck. I'd been lusting after Thomas's woman for I can't remember how long. When the time was right and I knew I could take him for a sucker bet, I bet the full use of her "services" for next weekend. The fool took it and, of course, lost. I spent half the week hiding wood everytime I thought of her fair skin, red hair, and beautiful features. I couldn't wait to find out what was always seductively hidden under her sexy clothes. And I made it clear to Thomas that she was to be "delivered" to my door without anything. I was going to start her out in the most vulnerable of situations.

I talked to him halfway through the week; I couldn't believe that he talked her into it, but then I suspected that she was quite a vixen and had a bit of a submissive streak to her. I'd certainly be finding that out, wouldn't I.

I left work a little early on Friday knowing they'd be by at 7:00. It was quarter till and I had everything set; barely able to wait!!
 
Erin's temper simmered through the whole ride across town. She wanted to beat both the man beside her and the man she was going to see. How dare these idiots make wagers using someone else as their form of payment! Thomas wisely kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word to her though she knew him well enough to know the look on his face meant there was plenty he wanted to say. One look from her flashing green eyes though shut him up before he'd uttered a single word.

Finally reaching the house they were going to Erin's eyes flashed slightly wider. They'd been driving through a very nice neighborhood but she hadn't expected Thomas to actually stop at one of the houses in it. She'd thought he was just cutting through it. Instead he pulled up to the largest house on the street. It was a place Erin would have placed a family not a single man. To afford a house like this Thomas hadn't made a bet with a co-worker, he'd made a bet with one of his superiors.

No wonder he was so worried.

Before Thomas had a chance to say anything she was unbuckled and out of the car. Her low heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way up to the door without showing a trace of the nerves she was suddenly feeling. What the hell was she doing?! She should just let Thomas fry for what he'd done but she just couldn't.

Raising a loosely curled first she knocked twice and suddenly realized she didn't even know the name of the man whose house she was about to enter.

"Thomas, I'm going to fucking kill you for this," she muttered under her breath as the door swung open.
 
I saw the lights of the car dance across the wall as they came up my winding drive. I watched out the window to see that sucker Thomas driving my prize to me. He didn't even have the balls to come up to the door - pretty much what I'd expect. But the object of my desire, Erin, came out of the car unhesitantly and strode up to my front door with quite a bit more purpose than I would have expected. There might just be a little more spirit there than I thought.

Just before she could knock, I opened the door and greeted her, "Welcome, my pet". I saw her somewhat stunned look, but gently took her arm and pulled her in the doorway. I closed the door, if Thomas didn't have the guts to walk her up, I wasn't going to let him have second thoughts and make some scene at the door. Erin had just a hint of make-up on, understated as it was the onlly other times I'd seen her. And her trench coat was cinched tight around her waist. She seemed to be breathing a little heavily, but perhaps that was the uncertainty or excitement of the moment.

"Allow me to take your coat," I said as I reached out for the belt.
 
"Welcome, my pet"

Erin was both startled and annoyed at his comment and the proprietary way he drew her into the house. He had an air of control about him that grated on her nerves considering the reason she was there. She'd expected to be confronted with some strange little man who wouldn't have had a chance of getting a woman except through a bet with his underlings at work and instead found herself staring at a handsome man who could have gotten women much more easily - and willingly - than this.

Lost in her self examination of him it wasn't until he reached for the sash of her coat that she snapped out of it. Without a thought she slapped his hands away before they could reach it and open the trench coat to reveal that there was nothing underneath. Glaring up at him (damnit why did he have to be taller than her?!! ) she met his gaze unflinchingly as she stepped back.

"I think before I get more comfortable an introduction would at least come in handy. Who the hell are you and where the hell did you get off making bets using other people as the rewards?" she asked and all the rancor that had been filling her through the week spilled out in that simple question.
 
I think before I get more comfortable an introduction would at least come in handy. Who the hell are you and where the hell did you get off making bets using other people as the rewards?

I chuckled at her ... I just couldn't help it. While she was going through her short rant, I swiftly removed the sash from her coat and pulled the coat down off her shoulders. I flung the coat to the side and roughly pulled her hands behind her back, maybe just a little too roughly, but best she know who the boss was early. I used the sash and bound her hands behind her back. She was so startled, that it was quite easy to take control of her.

"Well, my dear, I'll gladly introduce myself. For this weekend, I'm your 'Master'. That means that you're my toy, my plaything, and pleasing me is your ownly focus." Her mouth dropped in disbelief and I used her moment of disbelief to firmly push down on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of me. "And that, my pet, is your proper position. As to where I get off on betting - I make many bets, but very few are that great a gamble. You, for example ... it was a foregone conclusion - I only waited for the best opportunity."

I wasn't going to let her have too much time to recover. While she continued to look up at me in disbelief - and while she was at a decided disadvantage, I lowered my fly and brought out my cock. "I think you need to put that gapping mouth to use right now, slut", I said as I slid my semi-hard pecker between her lips.
 
Erin growled low in the back of her throat. He'd moved quicker than she would have given him credit for in tearing the coat from her body and binding her wrists. Her arms hurt from how hard he'd wrenched them behind her body. The man was clearly out of his damned mind!

She thought it all had to be some sort of sick joke when he went on about being her "Master" for the weekend. Did he think this was some sort of porn novel and she'd swoon at his feet simply because he wanted her too. When he pushed down on her shoulders though she had no choice but to sink to her knees and glare up at him while he towered over her. She knew the look on her face must be comical with it's cross of disbelief and fury but she couldn't think of anything to say to him.

It was all just too surreal.

"I think you need to put that gapping mouth to use right now, slut"

Erin hissed as he slid his partially hard cock between her lips. She couldn't reach up and shove him away so she did the only thing she could. She snapped her head back to free her mouth and glared up at him savagely while a humiliated blush colored her skin a deep read.

"Bastard!" she growled. "Free my wrists right now damnit and let me the hell out of here. I don't know what type of pervert you are but I'm not sticking around to find out. Screw Thomas' job and whatever else you threatened him with. I've booted the asshole out anyway."
 
"Bastard!" she growled. "Free my wrists right now damnit and let me the hell out of here.

I gave a deep laugh ... I loved her spirit. "No, my pet, you won't be going anywhere. I could care less about Thomas or his job either ... this is about you and me. You came naked into my house, quite willingly. That tells me that you're also a willing participant in whatever direction I care to take this. As to me being perverted ... no doubt ... as much so as the rest of the world. Perhaps we'll explore your unique perversions this weekend. Did I mention that Thomas shared some interesting and intimate 'secrets' about your interests as part of the bet?"

I gave another laugh at her stunned face. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a thin, flexible leather collar and quickly snapped it around her neck. Taking the brass ring at the end, I used it to gently pull her neck back, extending it. Not so much to be painful, but enough to exert the control it afforded. "Now, then, I believe you have something to finish, my pet", I said as I grabbed my cock with my other hand, slapped it against her check until she opened her mouth in shock ... then stuffed it in her.

"Now be a good little cocksucker and maybe we'll explore some of those intimate secrets of yours."
 
Did I mention that Thomas shared some interesting and intimate 'secrets' about your interests as part of the bet?

Erin growled softly at his comment. What the hell had Thomas told this man? Just how much of her intimate information had he seen fir to share with this asshole? She was going to kill him when she got out of here! Still she didn't know what to say to the man towering over her except to growl her demand again and that had already gotten her nowhere.

She was still trying to figure how to handle the situation she found herself in when the man pulled out a collar and snapped it around her throat. She couldn't help her reaction to it, the slim leather wrapping around her neck made her body shiver even as her mind screamed another promise to tear Thomas apart when she got out of here.

"Now be a good little cocksucker and maybe we'll explore some of those intimate secrets of yours."

Erin glared up at the man who held her captive and fought down the urge to growl. It was clear he wasn't going to let her up until he got what he wanted and the thought made her clench her fists behind her back in fury. She pondered snapping her teeth down on his flesh but decided against it. She was at too much of a disadvantage.

Closing her eyes and trying to block out the image of the masculine face gloating above her she started to do as he'd ordered, her mouth working his cock skillfully if not eagerly.
 
I tried hard to read the signs of resignation on Erin's face as she (apparently reluctantly) opened our mouth and accepted my cock. I pulled just a little more on the collar to extend her neck. I loved the look of her lovely throat exposed and continued to work my cock in and out of her mouth.

I shifted around and stratled her with my legs ... and slowly but very firmly drove my prickhead down into the confines of her throat. Just like Thomas has shared, this was an experienced cocksucker who knew how to deep throat. I doubted that wimp Thomas had as much to shove down it as I did, but that didn't matter, she appeared very trainable.

I'd noticed a change in her behavior with the placement of the collar. As I worked my cock in and out I saw her nipples become erect and inhaling I smelled the wonderful scent of a pussy getting juicy. Her body was betraying her - she not only enjoyed a solid prick in her mouth, but I was more and more certain that a position of servitude was turning her on as well.

I reached over to the coat hook where I'd put her coat and took down a slim silver chain. Taking the hook on chain, I clipped it to the ring on her collar. I gave it a little tug and stroked her neck as I reluctantly pulled my pecker out of her throat and mouth. While I'd love nothing more than giving her a good shot of my pent up cum, I found that an unsatisfied slut was much more willing.

As I vacated her mouth and took control of her through the chain I awaited her reaction.
 
Erin wanted to kick and scream and growl and bite but she knew she was in no position to do any of those things. She had to appease this man, lull him into a sense of complacency about her so that he would release her hands and give her a chance to get the hell out of this house. For the moment that meant working his cock with all the skill she'd learned over the years.

He was larger than most of the men she'd dated and when he pressed deep into the back of her throat tears sprung to her eyes and her gag reflex tried to push him out but she managed a few deep breathes and once she relaxed she was able to take his length deep into her throat. He wasn't rough with her now that she was compliant and she had to admit (if only to herself) that he had a nice cock. In other circumstances she would have fully enjoyed sucking him off this way.

As it was part of her enjoyed it anyway despite her anger and denial. She could feel her nipples tightening and feel the slickness forming between her legs as well as the warmth that knotted low in her belly. As much as she wanted to hate him she couldn't stop her body from wanting him and the conflict only served to increase her emotional turmoil.

She was also left wondering how much Thomas had told him. It was clear he knew that she enjoyed cocksucking but had Thomas told him she liked being bound, as she was now, and controlled? Had Thomas told him she liked small doses of pain as well? There was no way of knowing.

The click of a chain snapped her from her thoughts and her occupation with his cock just enough to see the chain of a leash as he attached it to the collar he'd put on her. It was such a simple act but it drew a whimper from her throat. His touch as he massaged her throat and withdrew from it's grip was almost tender and startled her enough to look up at him with curiousity in her gaze.

She hated admitting that part of her was curious as to just what he planned on doing with her.
 
Looking into her eyes which were still gazing at my saliva slick cock, I realized that she did indeed enjoy what I was doing with her. She subconsciously licked her lips. Inhaling her scent and seeing her nipples get even harder, I knew we were heading down the right road. While the sash was doing a decent job on her hands, I pulled the cuffs from my back pocket, leaned over her (brushing my throbbing shaft against her head), and "clicked" the handcuffs into place. I then removed the sash and threw it over the hook holding her coat. I wanted her to have the entire effect of being at my mercy.

With my clothes still on, but my cock jutting out of my pants, I pulled on the leash. "Stand up, my pet, and come with me". She slowly stood up, only reluctantly taking her eyes off the object which had so captivated her just moments ago as it was sliding in and out of her throat. She was tall, only about 6 inches shorter than my 6'2" frame, and her eyes slowly raised to mine when I was silent. Her curiosity was obviously piqued.

"Now, my pet, as I said, you are mine for the weekend. You will address me as 'Master' or 'Sir'; you will do as you are told and nothing more than you are told, until given permission; and you will serve me at my whim in whatever manner I deem fit. If you please me, you may receive pleasure; if you do not please me you will be neglected. You did notice that I didn't say you would receive pain ... since I know that for you pleasure comes from pain".

I started walking towards the back of the house while holding the leash. I was curious if I would have to apply pressure and pull it, but she followed before it went taut. That was a good sign. "I've had my eye on you for some time and will dispense with the introductory pleasantries ... with the limited time we have together, I anticipate using it to the fullest". I glanced back and saw the quizical look on her face while I continued to lead her back through the house. I stopped at a large closed door in the back, my 'play room', which I had spent considerable expense building and furnishing. I pulled her next to me and saw her eyes automatically go back down to my cock. I hadn't bothered tucking it in. I opened the door slowly and stood at the entrance until she raised her eyes and took it in. I intentionally waited to see her reaction.
 
Standing Erin didn't feel as if she were at quite such a disadvantage. After all while this man was tall he no longer towered over her being just barely six inches taller then she was. Still, naked and with her hands bound behind her back she wasn't exactly in an equal position with him either. As he started to walk she considered simply holding her ground but decided against it. If he jerked the leash hard enough she'd fall forward and wouldn't be able to catch herself, not an idea that appealed, so she followed before the leash had gone tight.

The almost smug look on his face when he realized she was following, combined with the knowledge that her body was betraying her, did nothing to improve her mood.

"... since I know that for you pleasure comes from pain".

Erin listened to his little speak and simply tossed her head in disdain. Her eyes flared with annoyance at his arrogance and anger as once more it became clear that Thomas had betrayed her in more ways then one. He'd given this man information that no one but her lovers had ever known and now it was being casually thrown back in her face. She had to grit her teeth to keep from snapping at him and instead tried to simply stare forward past him...and tried not to look down at the cock she'd been enjoying working only moments before.

Following him to the back of the house she almost growled when he used the leash to pull her against him. She didn't want to feel the heat of his body seeping through his clothes - or those clothes rubbing against her bare skin - or be close enough that she was tempted to reach out and stroke his cock. It was just so tempting jutting out there in front of her! Drawing her eyes from the temptation she stared past the door that he had opened and her eyes went wide in shock.

Inside was almost every toy or piece of equipment that she had ever fantasized about! Good god but the man did know how to place temptation in a girls path. Just standing there staring she could feel heat pooling low in her belly and her knees ( not to mention her will ) weakening.
 
I saw the surprise on her face - I'd expected that - but I also detected her excitement. There was that tongue flicking on her lips again. I let her stand at the doorway for a moment to take it all in. "Welcome to my playroom, pet. This is where we're going to have a little fun. Or should I say, this is where you're going to provide me with some fun."

I put my hand in the small of her back in a proprietary manner and directed her in. I led her to the padded horse. Like many of the items in my playroom, this was custom built to my unique specifications. I led her to the back of it and pushed her back so that she was bent face down. I wasn't sure if she was stunned into compliance or just anticipating. I knew that she was going to like this, but Hell, it didn't matter. I was going to like enough for both of us.

I unlocked the cuffs off one wrist after her chest was resting on the padded surface, each tit falling off to a side. I pulled one hand down to the support leg and clipped the empty cuff to the D-ring attached to the horse. I then pulled her other hand down and put it in the cuff on the other leg. Going around back, I spread her legs so that they lined up perfectly with the back legs of the horse and affixed them into padded collars. She was quite helpless now with her ass nicely accessible and her chin just hanging over the other end of the horse. It would be uncomfortable for her to hold her head up, but I knew she would with the proper motivation. Of course, I had the horse made to my height so both ends of her were exactly at my cock's level. But she wasn't going to get it quite yet.
 
"Welcome to my playroom, pet. This is where we're going to have a little fun. Or should I say, this is where you're going to provide me with some fun."

Erin didn't even blink at his words. In fact she barely heard them as she continued to stare into the playroom before her. It was almost like looking into one of her own fantasies. A room like this was exactly what she planned on having one day and here it was before her...the catch of course was that it wasn't hers and she wasn't about to enter it with a lover but a total stranger.

She felt his hand on her back and whimpered softly but she had no choice except to move forward where he guided her. She let herself be bent over the horse and bound to it without struggling. The fullness of her situation was sinking into her now and she was too stunned with it to react fully. This man truly did intend to keep her as some sort of pleasure pet for the weekend and Thomas had given him enough knowledge that he knew how to manipulate her.

He was behind her somewhere but she wasn't sure where and it made her nervous. She wasn't sure what he was waiting for, there was nothing she could do with the way she was bound and as her neck started to ache she gave up on holding it up and simply let it hand down and waited for whatever would come.
 
I stepped out of her vision; I wanted her to think about her situation some. Anticipation can be extremely erotic, especially in the more, shall we say, intense situations. I knew from the beginning what the first toy would be that I'd use on her virgin ass.

I went over to the pegboard where I'd methodically displayed my various toys. Going to the portion with the whips, I picked up a nice soft multi-headed rubber whip. It wouldn't cut, in fact it wouldn't even sting too bad. But by repeated smacks, it would redden and warm her nicely. And warming her up is just what I intended. After picking out the whip I quietly stripped. She wouldn't be able to see that I was naked, but I fully anticipated giving my dick some room once it started throbbing.

I picked up the whip again and went back behind her. I thought I'd give her a little "thrill" to start out. her tits were hanging down on either side of the horse, as exposed as her ass was on top if it. I pulled back the whip and SMACKED it smartly against her full right tit as it hung. I got a nice thrill with her surprised jump and whimper. It brought a smile to my face, and just a little jump to my dick. I softly chuckled and moved back again to her ass.

I started alternately whipping her right and left ass cheeks. After her initial reaction, she didn't know what to do other than to hump the horse with her cunt as she tried to get her ass as far away from the whip as possible. I could tell she was enjoying it and I raised my arm a little higher and hit a little harder with each stroke. "What do you think, bitch. Enjoy being my victim?"
 
Erin hated not knowing where he was. He was far to quiet and she had no idea what he was doing behind her. It worried her as her mind raced forward with all the terrifying options she could come up with. Some weren't so bad but some were aweful proving (at least in her mind) that she watched far too many horror movies.

When the first crack of the flogger slapped into her breast her head snapped up and a low whimper filled her throat. It hurt! but at the same time she could feel a low throbbing between her thighs and cursed Thomas big mouth once more. It was clear he had shared far to much with this strange man.

She felt him moving behind her and whimpered as he started to work her ass. She could feel the heat rushing through it and groaned each time she tried to pull her hips forward away from it only to grind her pussy against the horse she was stretched over. Pleasure and pain were mingling through her in a way that made her body shudder and pulse with desperate a need she didn't want to admit.

"What do you think, bitch. Enjoy being my victim?"

Erin growled softly at the question. The fact was her body was enjoying it very much but her mind still balked at the situation and how it had developed. She found part of herself wanting him to let her go so she could run away and part of her hoping he wouldn't and so she simply didn't answer the question.
 
She was loving the situation, I could tell. But, hell, I was loving it enough for both of us, so that wasn't a problem. The whipping, soft as it was (in comparison to what she could be getting) was having an affect. Inhaling I could smell her scent getting stornger - she was getting wetter either from the pain or her humping (yes, she was up to humpint it now) the horse. My smile broadened - and truth to tell my cock hardened even more. I was going to enjoy emptying my balls with this slut - but all in good time.

I noticed that when I spoke to her she humped just a little harder - although I suspected it wasn't anything about my voice, it was her submission nature responding to being called a "bitch". I could give more of that for sure. "So tell me slut, where do you like feeling these little 'love taps' more ... on your fucking ass or your hard little tits?" To emphasize it, I reached around and gave her left tit some smacks causing her to jump even more.

"Your slutty cunt is giving you away - I see your slut juice dribbling down the horse. You're going to be made to clean that up I hope you realize - with your tongue. But all in good time. We may just add some more juice for you to lap up, you fucking little bitch. " I didn't stop the steady smacking, but was now alternating between her ass and her tits. Her tits were reddening as they swayed on either side of the horse. She was taking this well I thought. "So tell me, my wet slut, which is it you like more? Or is that cunt just getting ready for a fucking? If it is, you're going to have to beg awfully well for me to put my cock into your slutty body."
 
"So tell me, my wet slut, which is it you like more? Or is that cunt just getting ready for a fucking? If it is, you're going to have to beg awfully well for me to put my cock into your slutty body."

Erin made a sound in her throat that was a half growl half groan as he continued to use the flogger on her breasts and ass. Both were not glowing with heat and she could feel the evidence of her arrousal between her thighs. She knew he wasn't lieing about being able to see it and it annoyed her to no end but there was nothing she could do about it, she couldn't even pull her legs together to hide it!

Struggling against the horse she whimpered when she tipped her hips just right and found the right purchase to grind her clit against the devise she was bound to. Pleasure pulsated through her and she did it again. Knowing she would soon be riding the damned thing for all it was worth if she didn't stop she forced herself to still and deliberatly refused to answer his questions.

If he wanted her he'd use her but she wasn't going to lower herself to begging him for his cock.
 
She was a stubborn one ... I love breaking the spirit of a strong woman. I could see her humping the horse - she was certainly getting into it. I thought I might raise the stakes a little. I continued to flog her tits and ass, but as I did, I rotated around and stood in front of her face. I saw her lift her head to see the motion - and the hooded look of lust in her eyes. I let her see my cock throbbing, with the precum pooling at the end of my pecker. I saw the recognition in her eyes as I now alternated between smacking her tits. I was too far away to hit her ass. But I was still having the affect on her - and while she watched I grabbed my pecker at the base and started to smack her face with it. The first couple of smacks were easy, not to hurt her. They also made my precum fly off and onto her cheeks and into her hair. That was a good thing, I'd make her smell it; see how much longer before she was begging to be fucked. I didn't much mind if I fucked her mouth or cunt at this point. But I continued to smack her until she was moving her head. I then pulled back for just a moment so she could re-evaluate her position.
 
Erin whimpered softly when he came around to stand in front of her. He was naked and she could now see the cock he'd forced her to suckle earlier. Part of her wanted it back in her mouth, part of her wanted it in her aching cunt and part of her still wanted to simply get loose and run but as her passions rose that was an increasingly smaller part of her mind.

When he started smacking her cheeks with his cock however she gave a low groan. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was manipulating her, trying to make her beg for it and she stubbornly bit her lower lip refusing to do so. She might want to be fucked but she wouldn't give a man that had forced her into this humiliating postion the satisfaction of begging him to fuck her.

Mentally she dug her heels in and simply got stubborn.

She tried to turn her head away from the continued smacking of his cock against her cheeks but there was really no where for her to turn to and he never missed. All it did was ensure that his precum smeared around her face even more.
 
She was doing a good job of acting like she wasn't enjoying it. But if a guy gives his excitement away with a noticable hard-on, this lady was giving her excitement away with her copious juices. "You're so turned on, bitch, your cunt is leaking all down the horse. What kind of bitch prefers to hump a horse than a real cock, anyway?", I chided her.

It was time to raise the stakes. I stopped the flogging long enough to over to the toys collection and pulled down a couple of nipple clamps. Her tits were obviously as turned on as the rest of her; this would be easy. I rubbed my prick over her tit so it would be good and slick, then pulled her nipple down to extend it properly before attaching the nipple clamp. It was like I sent an electric jolt through her as she jumped. I laughed out loud, she was such a slut for pain. I went over to the other side of the horse and did the same on her left tit. She jumped again - what a lovely sight. I smacked her ass bare-handed - love the feel of flesh when I spank and her ass was still a lovely hot red.

I took my time going over to the bench and picked up some fishing weights. I wanted her to get used to the clamps before I added the weight ... and I thought her right tit was ready. I pulled at the clamp just a little, watching her squirm, then clipped on the weight and let it drop - nothing delicate here. She moaned - which I took as pleasure, but it may have simply been pain. I did the same to the left side then stepped back to admire my handiwork.
 
"You're so turned on, bitch, your cunt is leaking all down the horse. What kind of bitch prefers to hump a horse than a real cock, anyway?", I chided her.

Erin simply glared up at the man when he had hte nerve to chastize her. Granted she was being stubborn and the fact was that at this point he was right, her body was craving his cock and she was just being stubborn but damnit she wasn't going to give the man who'd forced her into this situation the satisfaction of hearing her beg!

She watched him leave and could hear him fingering through something but she wasn't sure what until he returned with the clamps. Just the sight of htem drew a whimper and when he attached each one her body jerked and a low mewling of both pain and pleasure parted her lips. The need tearing through her body seemed to increase exponentially with each clamp and they left her breathless and groaning.

The weights made her think she might die of pleasure. They pulled at the clamps making them tighten on her nipples even more and drawing low animal cries of need from her throat. It was almost more than she could take and she could feel her determination to keep silent shredding as she looked up at him and knew her face was clouded with need and a desperate longing that no amount of humping the horse she was bound too would satisfy. This need required...demanded...that her body be filled and used!

She could feel her cheeks burn as she turned her head away, unable to meet his gaze as she whispered softly, "Please..." her voice low and hunsky with the need raging through her body. "Fuck me please."
 
The weights seemed to add just the right intensity ... Erin stopped humping the horse. I do believe that it has stopped giving her the pleasure she needs. A look came over her features - not exactly surrender - but at least another degree of need. Listening closely I heard, Please...Fuck me please. I bent my face down to hers so I could savor the moment. She was still looking away as if she were ashamed to admit the intensity of her needs.

"I'm not sure I heard you right, pet. Do you want something?"
 
"I'm not sure I heard you right, pet. Do you want something?"

Erin glared up at him, the sudden urge to lunge forward and sink her teeth into his skin rushing through her but she didn't bother. She was bound tightly enough that she wouldn't have managed it and he only would have laughed at her. Her annoyance with him didn't cool the need pulsing through her however.

At last she growled softly, "I said 'fuck me please!'"
 
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