The Masked Man of Her Dreams

[Azalea]

She kneels on a hard wooden floor, arms painfully outstretched to the sides, chained to some metal rack. Her back and buttocks burn, from the beating he gave her less han an hour ago. Her mouth is stopped with a bandana tied tightly across it, but he has left her eyes open so she can watch him as he goes about his strange ritual.

He took her out of her bed, in the night, restrauining her and stopping her mouth before she had time to wake up good. He threw her into some kind of vehicle, it was dark and she hadn't really seen it well....drove her to this abandoned barn and chained her up like an animal. Then he had stripped off all of her clothing and proceeded to lash her body with some kind of crop or whip.

She hears the huge barn door creak, and hears him enter the room again. She starts shaking, frightened out of her wits by what he might do next. He stands in front of her, and she sees only his eyes and mouth, with the half-mask he is wearing. His mouth is cruel and sensual, his eyes glitter like an animal's caught in headlights.

He is naked except for some type of leather pants which have a hole through which his huge cock and balls hang out, fully exposed. he is very erect, and has not said one word to her the whole time.
She looks up at him, wondering what he plans to do with her?
Then she sees he is holding the crop again. Tears start to flow uncontrollably, and her eyes beg him to show a little mercy. he kneels and cups her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples, panting. Then he stands, and walks behind her, and she braces her body for more pain.


OOCz; Would someone like to be my kidnapper and masked lover/tormentor?

 

[Pip]

horse

It had been so easy, watching her as she arrived home, waiting as she undressed and slipped under the sheets in her white pyjamas.

Her freshly washed her in a pony tail, the smell of perfume and soap as I slipped through the window, her feeble efforts at resistance as my hand clamped over her mouth, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at my the shiny blackness of my face.

I can feel her eyes on me, smell her fear as I pace around her, feel her wince as I grasp her breasts, and pull on the little pointed nipples.

She had gasped as she saw her first glimpse of my meat, thick and unhuman as it hung down from my leather strapping, harder now as my arousal grew it thust out in front of me, the skin pulled back amd the huge wet head glistening in the lamplight.

Standing in front of her I allow her to see me grow to full erection, upright and throbbing close to her face, juice oozing from the hole, I can see her nostrils flare at the pungemt odour.

My Hands stroke her flanks, her smooth armpits are exposed by her position, breasts thust up and forward, knees apart as I move behind her.

Standing astride her my great cock is at the side of her face, her eyes looking sideways at it as I hold her hair. With my bare foot I push her legs further apart, and feel as the strain is taken by her outstretched arms.

 

[Azalea]

My fear intensifies as he pushes my legs further apart. I have no idea what this man wishes to do to me, and I am shaking, tears flowing, panting heavily. There is another feeling, though, and I find myself ashamed to admit it.....my vagina is aching, throbbing with arousal, and I kow I am utterly wet and open. I am ashamed to be so sexually turned on by the violent actions of a stranger whose lpans are hidden from me.

"Uuunnnpmmm!" is all the strangled noise I can make when the crop hits again, this time on the inner part of my thigh. I try to turn my head around to see what he is doing, but he pulls my hair and forces my head front. Another lash, another strangled protest.

Then, he drops the whip and unchains my hands. The muscle pain in my arms is so great, the pain in my buttocks and legs, as well, that I collapse in a heap. Instinctively I curl into something of a fetal position, cradling my head in my arms, crying.

He kneels beside me and turns me over, pulling me out of my defensive posture, but not roughly. He offers me a cup of waht looks like water, saying only, "Drink, but if you utter a sound I will hurt you, very badly."

Then he slips the bandana from my mouth so that I can sip the water. I finish it off, almost choking with tension, thirst, fear, and then I start to speak but he puts his hand across my mouth and says, "Not a word, do you understand?"

 

[Pip]

horse

The inside of her thighs is still white and unmarked, with my crop I bring the colour to the softness.

I can see her openness, as I kneel on one knee ans part her small buttocks the aroma of her arousal is clear, I allow my cock to rub against her side as I pull her head back and smack her inner cheeks my fingers brushing her entrance, but resisting the temptation to probe.

She drinks greedily as I allow her respite, the water splashing from her open mouth, numb from the gag, and falling on her round breasts, her eyes are filled with fear and I can see she avoids looking at my weapon as it curves up thick and swollen in front of me as I squat back on my haunches.

The water looks cool on her open mouth, reaching for her long blond hair I pull her towards me,

"wet my shaft with the water" I watch amused as she lifts the cup to me,

"with your mouth" my voice is steady ahd threatening as I pull her mouth towards my cock, her face is tiny alongside the huge black monster as it twitches and leaks in front of her tightly pursed lips.

"Lick"

"Now" we are kneeling, facing each other, I am on my haunches my cock straight up and glistening as I pull her head down to it, feel her wet closed mouth as I allow my self to slide over her face,

"soon you will take it all" I bend to her ear and wisper, "All"

She staggers as I drag her to the bar, it is horizontal across the room and stops her at the top of her thighs as I pull her hands from the other side and shackle them.

She is now bent over the bar, her arms outstretched in front of her, she can see only the floor and back to her feet which are on tip toes, her legs open for balance. Her round breasts are hanging down, the nipples bright pink and swollen as I roughly cup and pinch them with one hand whilst the other massages and smacks her perfectly presented backside.

Her long hair hangs over one shoulder almost to the ground, as moving to her rear I go down on one knee to inspect her openings, she is open and very wet as I use my fingers to open this delicate fruit, then feel her almost jump over the bar as my long pointed tougue darts straight into her puckered resisting anus.

 

[Azalea]

No one has ever done such a thing to me before, I try but can't help crying out in shock and fear.

"No, don't, please!"

His open hand smacked across my buttocks in a fiery slap, and I gulped and then gagged, throwing up the little water I had taken in. I heard his cold, hard voice, "Don't .....do that....again."

His tongue was back near my anus, licking and probing along my crack, slipping into the very entrance, his hands playing along my thighs, one reaching under the bar to squeeze and pinch my breasts. I knew I was totally in his pwr, helpless, and tried hard to be still and to be silent, but little whimpering sounds of protest excaped from deep in my throat.

I heard more than saw him stand up, and then I felt his hug cock rubbing along my crack, pushing, drawing back, poking near my labia. He was teasing my orifices, and also using my natural moisture to lubriccate himself as he rubbed. His finger probed up into my pussy, laving out my juices, and I could feel him wettening the head......

I tried to relax my body as far as possible under the circumastances, because I knew the thrust was coming, though I did not know where.

 

[Pip]

Horse

I had to slap her buttocks to quieten her wimpering, her buttocks and anus clenching and trying to hold my probing toungue out.

Her breasts are plump and ripe in my hand as I cup them each in turn, stretched delightfully by the position of her body, her leg muscles are taut and flexing as she struggles to move away from my probing fingers and toungue as I taste and lubricate her openings.

Looking between her legs I can see her looking back at me, I know she is looking at my cock, my huge forbidding weapon, long thick and black, curved up and in like a long black sword. My hand leaves her breast and wanks my shaft, she can see the shiny wetness as I rub and squeeze juice along the length.

Standing now, she is displayed and open for me as I slide the head of my cock across her virgin lips and puckered hole, I hear her groan as her juices mix with mine.

Her buttocks start to writhe as I open her cunt with the head, twisting it around to stretch her opening, I can feel her cunt pulse, then hear the scream as I plunge a finger deep into her anus.
The bar bends as she jerks away and my cock sinks further into her as she lifts one leg from the floor in shock and thus opens herself to me.

Grasping her other thigh I lift her other foot off the floor, her legs are stretched wide now, painfully wide, her weight supported on my cock as I move in and out of her shaking body, going a little deeper with each push.

Her small perfect buttocks are displayed for me, legs wide open like a frog ready to jump, but the feet waving helpless in the air,
her cunt is streched impossibly around the thickness of my shaft as I push deeper.

The muscles and sinews of her back and shoulders are flexing and sweating as she groans and struggles to accomodate my entry.

 

[Azalea]

My leg musclesare stretched painfully and there is no pleasure in his ramming cock, my muscles are clenched too tightly. I try to relax them so he can get what he wants without tearing me open......which is what it feels like.

He grunts with the effort of supporting my weight while he thrusts, and I finally feel my vagina has opened up to take all of him in as deep as he wants.

I try to deny it, but I am beginning to feel aroused, in spite of the pain and discomfort, and I am ashamed of that.

Suddenly he grunts loudly and cries out, and I can tell he is coming inside me. I feel a warm sensation between my legs and pray that he will soon finish.

When it is over, he pulls out and I can hear his hard breathing. He sets my feet to touch the floor so I can again support a little of my weight, and then he comes to kneel by my head and bound hands. I look up at him and try to see some message or feeling in his eyes, but they are cold and glittering behind his mask.

He releases my hands, eases my body back over the bar so that I am standing. my legs are suddenly very weak and I almost fall. There is a litle blood trickling down my inner thigh, and he remarks, "So, you were a virgin." That's all, no more.

He picks me up and carries me over to a rough folding cot at the far end of the barn, almost hidden under the loft. He lays me down, almost gently, and then says, "You rest a while. I am not finished, but you'll need to rest. I'll get you something to drink and eat. There is no point in crying out, we are miles from any place."

I decide to dare to ask him, "Why are you doing this to me? If you would not hurt me, I would let you fuck me all you want."

 

[patrick1]

the man in the leather gloves

I watch, for several minutes. She barely stirs. Finally, I compose my face into a mask of concern. I walk across the hard wooden floor of the barn and place my arm around her shoulders. 'We've got the guy.'

The woman bent over the bar seems only half-conscious. The shackles are merely clipped on her; I unfasten them, and help her to sit on some straw. 'Here.' I give her the water from the bottle in sips. Her naked, whipped body quivers in my arms. Her eyes are misty. I see her trying to take in the man I am offering her, clothed in my reassuring smile: the middle-aged, grey-haired man with authority. 'Steady,' as I see she's on the edge of tears again, and I let her head fall into the crook of my shoulder, even though she'll only find uneasy comfort there, against my leather jacket.

My leather-gloved hands caress her hair. 'Strange thing is,' I murmur to her, catching my voice slipping, reminding myself to sustain the accent, 'strange thing is the guy didn't seem to understand why he'd kidnapped you. Why, d'you know, he even says you wanted to be kidnapped.'

She stirs against me, shivering slightly. There are bruises, drops of blood stained on her thighs and back and belly. Perhaps she is taking in the silence: the faint birdsong, the absence of other voices, the tension coiled in me.

'There's a pump in the yard. Just cold water but we could clean you up some. You up to that?'

I shift. She looks up at me and I smile. My arm around her supports her, gloved hand in her armpit, as she struggles to rise. She speaks, at last...

 

[Pip]

horse

I was slightly annoyed with myself, I usually have more control over my ejaculation and like to wait and torment my victims for much longer.

But the sight and feel of that tight little cunt stretched by my cock had proved too much even for me, I had filled her with cum without getting more than half my length into her, and had not used any of her other possibilities. But her words indicated that she was prepared for more, later.

Leaving her with my trusted Butler who would clean and feed her, and restore her naive trust, I went to my 'gymnasium' to prepare for our next rendevous, perhaps I would allow Patrick to take part, we will see.

I position the ropes and leather shackles, 4 of them from the ceiling, and the net sling with the footstool, jars of lubricant are available, all is set as I go to shower and rest a little.

As I contemplate my coming fun I feel already the stirring in my cock as it hangs betwen my muscled thighs.

 

[Azalea]

"Thank you, I don't know how to thank you," I stammered, as the kind-eyed man removed his leather gloves and helped splash water on me to rinse off some of the dried semen and blood. I was deeply embarrassed to be so naked and weak in front of this stranger, but glad to finally have help.

"Why would he have said you wanted to be kidnapped, ma'am?" he asked, cupping some of the cool water and pouring it on my back where I cound't reach.

"I have no idea, " I said, my voice shaky, on the verge of tears,"he broke into my home and brought me here and just.......he just....." and then I couldn't speak any more........for I looked up and saw HIM standing a few feet in front of us, a cruel smile on his face.

"Good job, Patrick, that will do," the masked kidnapper spoke with an authoritative manner to the man I ahd thought to be my saviour......and a bleak despair gripped my soul.

"You're with him?" I whispered hoarsely. He smirked, but didn't answer, and handed me over to my tormentor.

"Well, you've had water, a bite to eat, and a little clean-up......I think we can begin again." His voice was dead, cruel, bone-chillingly cold. I knew I had no rcourse but to do whatever he said, or I would be in danger for my life.

"Nothing to say? Well, we'll see how quiet you are in a little while. Patrick, you can go now, I'll buzz you when I need you again." He grabbed my arm and walked me back into the barn, and over to a set of ropes and shackles suspended from the ceiling. Raising one of my arms roughly he soon had it trapped in the metal bracelet, and then shackled my other wrist. My feet touched the floor but just barely....I had to stay on tiptoe. He pulled a rope hanging off to the side, and my body was lifted a fot off the floor. I hung there naked, defenseless, tears streaming down my face.

"Please, please don't hurt me again," I begged, but I knew it would have no effect on his plans. Still I couldn't help it. He had reduced me to this.

He walked over to fetch what I saw was the crop he had used before, and I closed my eyes and began to pray.

 

[Pip]

horse

Her sweet face looks so shocked when she realises that Patrick was my man. Perfect.

Her smooth skin ia still damp from his washing, and her unlined face so perfect and innocent, her breasts are lovely round mounds with tightly puckered pink buds.

Her belly slightly rounded and matching the upturned curve of the most enticing bottom I had had in years. Her back forming the most inviting curve as she stands there naked and barefoot.

The legs long and quite strong looking, with wonderful creamy white thighs with a lovely blond bush between them.

I had cum much too soon before, I had gotton overexcited by her tightness, my cock was still only half way home, this time I must be more careful not to spend too soon. This time I must build up a large load before giving her my full flood.

She looks nervously at me as I fasten her wrists and lift them up, suspended now for my inspection as I move around her, crop in hand.

At this height her face is above mine and I allow my unshaven cheek to brush against her breasts as I turn her around, my hands stroking and feeling her, fingers probing checking her for sighns of arousal. Her cunt is clean and fresh as I finger her and smell her odour, no arousal yet. She jerks with shock at the probe of my middlle finger into her anus as I cup her groin, thumb into her cunt.

"Lets see if this warms you" the thwack of my crop across her thighs and then spinning her against her buttocks and belly in turn.

Warm now, I sniff at her again, "yes girl, you are starting, yes indeed."

Her arms are straining now, so I quickly shackle her ancles and lift them up and open whilst lowering her arms, the net is under her and opens to take her weight.

Perfect, she is now supported horizontal, on her back by the netting, her legs high and straight and open wide, her head and her cunt are at waist height.

The netting does not support her head which is hanging backwards giving a lovely inviting line to her throat. Her breasts are thrust up and apart as I adjust the ropes to pull her arms back and down. Comfortable, but very vulnerable, as I walk around her, her eyes are on me as I wank myself, gently pulling on my shaft as my hardness increases.

Place the table with the lubricants and devices next to her so she can see what I have available.

"Now my dear, lets see how you are able to enjoy what I have"

 

[patrick1]

the butler

I love to clean a whip. As I wipe each strand or length of cane or rope, there's the memory of what it has inflicted, here, on my cloth. There's the cleansing: a beginning again. And then there's the anticipation: what the whip will do, next, along the spectra of pain and pleasure.

I love, too, to watch others at their pain and pleasure. When I've cleaned the whip I go out into the yard then climb the little staircase to the crack in the wooden wall of the barn. Within, the woman suffers, the man indulges himself. I study them both, considering my own next move.

I love to consider my next move. The possibilities stretch before me, luxuriously. And the little faults and obstacles of reality are so easily overcome, in fantasy, as I watch, through the crack, the woman's face, the man's eager eyes...

 

[Pip]

Horse

She struggles a little in her helpless position in my net, it supports her weight but there is nothing she can gain any purchase on to move, she is helpless in my netting web.

Her perfect skin is pressed delightfully in squares buy the net.

Standing between her open legs I decide to lower on leg down and back so her knee is bent and her thigh twisted down and outwards, the other leg is pulled higher out and back, she is completely open now as I bend to smell her, her aroma is stronger now as I allow my toungue a small flick of her lips.

I am aware of my servants presence, peeping, perhaps I will allow him his own perverse pleasure a little later.

"Now, which implement would you like?" I wisper into her ear, whilst touching each in turn, the long cane, the whip, the long black dildo & its smaller friend, if she chooses that she is in for a surprise.

 

[Azalea]

I feel like a dragonfly tapped in a spider's web, as I vainly struggle to move. My tormentor flicks at my labia with his tongue, and I fight the feeling of intense pleasure that sends shooting through my body. How can I possible find pleasurable such perversity? I feel deeply ashamed.

He offers me a dubious choice of implements with which to torture me further. I have felt enough of his whip, my skin burns from its ministration. I have a deep fear of the cane, never having been beaten and dreading such an experience, doubting if I could take it without screaming.

The dildos seem the lesser of evils. I indicate them, my voice low, trembling. He seems happy with my choice, and begin to wonder what he could possible do with them other than the obvious.....thrusting them inside my vagina or anus, or I suppose my mouth. My heart races wildly as I watch him remove his leathers, so that he is now as naked as I am.

 

[Pip]

horse

With a nervous nod, and biting her lower lip she has indicated the dildo's, very good,

"Yes, ok, but first some preparation" stripping off my leathers and allowing my cock to swing free I am amused to see her eyes narrow as she looks at it.

I move between her legs and reach for the bowl of soapy water, she groans audibly as I soap her bush with bare hands, my fingers entering her pussy and probing her anus, she cannot help but respond.

Taking the razor in one hand and the smaller of the 2 large greased dildos in my other I press the dildo into her anus,

"No, No no," she wimpers, trying to push away but the swing means that the more she moves the more her own weight brings her back to my probe, as it starts to enter I start the vibration, then commence to shave her.

With each stroke of the razor the dildo is sucked deeper in, the constant pressure of my hand stopping her expelling it, until her every squeeze pulls it further in.

I shave slowly, carefully, my knuckles grazing her lips, feeling them swell. She is writhing as I complete the work with small flicks of the razor right along her open lips.

Toweling her off she looks so smooth, the lips so open, practically begging for attention, the dildo sticking obcenely from her anus.

But first the waxing.

Her eyes open wide as I hold the candle above her, teasing her, then the first drop of hot wax.

She scream out loud as the candle wax starts to drip onto her newly shaved mons, bucking in the net, as I hold the dripping candle over her, guiding each drop into position whilst maintaining pressure on the dildo.

She grunts with each hot droplet, bucking in the net, her head lifting, stomach muscles tense as the heat hits and disapates.

Finally as the wax covers her, cooling now, a creamy colored covering, I amuse myself by stepping over her face, bending towards her groin my semi erect cock dragging over her face as by buttocks settle above her face.

"Fuck my anus with your toungue"

As I feel her breath on my skin, then the timid feel of her toungue flicking I grip the dildo with one hand and the wax with the other,

"Fuck me girl!"

I can hear my butler gasp as her scream starts between my ass cheeks as I rip the wax from her and plunge the dildo in to the hilt, her whole body is bucking and writhing and I feel her gasps of hot breath on my anus.

 

[patrick1]

the butler

The dragonfly struggles in the web.

I find myself, to my own surprise, flinching. I turn away from the torture of the woman. There are duties to perform. I tread softly down the staircase.

Her screams echo within the barn.

Soon, I sit at my kitchen table. There are things to polish, food to prepare, disorder to render less chaotic. And yet instead I find myself day-dreaming. The sound of her voice. Her open mouth. The dragonfly in the web. I write these phrases down, as if they will acquire some sort of meaning in black on white.

 

[Pip]

horse

Her hot gasping breath is a delight on my loins, as I gaze at the bright pink of her hairless mons, her perfectly spread legs, one down and back, the other up and back, opening her obscenely.

The thick end of the dildo sticking from her, buzzing gently.

My shaft is stiffening with her licking,

It is time for my Butlers return, for his reward.

 

[Azalea]

The pressure paion of the dildo rammed into my anus is not enough for my tormentor......no, added to it is the searing pain of hot wax dribbled onto my raw intimate flesh. I could not keep from screaming now. I began to be truly afraid for my life.....what else would he do to me before he was through?

When he indicated what he wanted me to do, and brought his buttocks right up to my face, I thought I would die of shame. he can't be seriosu, I thought. Then, more wax, a push on the dilldo,driving it home, and with another scream, I obey. What else can I do? It takes every ounce of strength I have to bring my tongue to touch his anus......the tightly puckered small hole staring me in the face.

I am surprised.....I find he has at least had the decency to be clean. His skin smells soaped, and there is no unpleasantness.
I proceed with the task, hating him.

 

[patrick1]

the butler

I trundle the trolley into the barn at the appointed time.

On the top layer, my Master's repast: gazpacho to cool him, with a little fresh bread, and a sumptuous salad, with a few strawberries for dessert.

On the lower layer, the two pet bowls for the woman: one containing dried cat food, the other water laced with salt.

My whip dangles at my waist.

I wait, just inside the entrance, for my instructions.

 

[Pip]

Horse

"Yes, more toungue deeper, thats it" her delightful toungue, timid at first now seems to be warming to the task,

I assist my using my own hands to part my muscled cheeks to allow her pretty little face closer contact, "Yes!" her pointed toungue is now inside, probing and pressing as reaching forward I stroke my finger along the open lips of her newly hairless cunt.

I can feel her lift her cunt towards my finger, as if my magnetism as I tease her. Dipping inside I find her dripping, her lips squeezing on my finger as I withdraw, hips lifting with my finger.

By arching my back I slide my hips back so that first my balls are over her mouth, "Suck on them" she opens wide and I can feel the wet sucking on my ball, and I wriggle with delight, I can see precum as my hardness increases,

Now the length of my shaft slides over her upturned face, I have to each down to push my hardness vertical, to angle for her mouth, skin back, wet head round and exposed,

"Lick, taste then you must learn to swallow my length"

Reaching forward as I hear her groan, and feel her first lick, I take hold of the other dildo,

"Ahh Butler, food, just watch this, have you any suggestions? perhaps you could assist."

 

[patrick1]

the butler

'Oh, Sir, pray continue...'

It's a sort of panic, I tell myself, as I pull the battered little table into the centre of the barn, and unfold the portable chair before it.

(How hard it is, unless you are actually looking at the person or persons concerned, to distinguish the moans of pleasure from the moans of pain)

I place the linen table cloth on the table; the food upon the cloth; the pet bowls beside the chair.

(I want the woman, yes, who wouldn't? But I sustain my thin smile, and serve, and stand)

'Your meal is ready Sir,' I essay, in an interlude between grunts. I permit myself to watch the sheen of sweat upon her skin. A luscious meal indeed...

 

[Pip]

Horse

"Food and drink my dear, but not for you just yet, open wide now"

Pushing down and forward past her toungue to the first resistance I pause, her breathing is ragged as I feel my cock pulse steadily in her mouth, I know that I am leaking precum into her mouth and I must give her time to swallow, to learn how to breath. She tries to shake her head to make me withdraw, but not yet.

"Thats it, swallow and draw me in, patrick some lubrication for our 'little' friend"

Lifting the large black dildo, so that my Butler can smear lubrication onto its shiny length, as I push more of my cock into her mouth, her head is hanging back and down, throat open for me, she is gurgling and gagging so I pull back a little to let her catch her breath, again her tightness is making be very close to spending.

her breasts are heaving, her upper chest pink with exertion and sweat as I push back in, much further this time and I reach down and place the end of the dildo between her cunt lips, it looks unreasonably large against her body as I press its lubricated length into her, vibrator on full, she bucks in the air as at last she is filled with hardness.

I feel her silent scream as my cock finally fills her throat starts to shoot, and my dildo slides into her cunt.

Her body is bucking as her own orgasm waves through her, I am still cumming as I pull out and allow her to cough and empty her mouth, but I continue to shoot onto her face and breasts.