The oldest profession. (closed for leondreamer)

[leondreamer]

In that mood known as post-coital melancholy, Lucas felt twinges of remorse set in, just as it had always done when he was much younger. This was different though, because there was someone else with him. He lay on his back beside Anya, aware of her presence, still excited by the thoughts he had had regarding what he wanted to do to her, but at the same time disappointed with himself. She had not come, and this always made him feel strangely guilty and a failure. At the same time, in his new mood, there was anger. He had not rushed, he had tried hard, perhaps it was the heroin that had prevented her orgasm, in which case it was her fault.
The scent of her body next to his, her quiet breathing, the sense of her helpless nakedness beside him, all combined to arouse him. He wanted her to come, he wanted to see her helpless trembling and hear her gasp and watch her face change as orgasm took control of her. He suddenly, and he had no idea where this came from, needed to see her thighs twitch and shake in response to his.
So he moved himself on to his side, lying beside her, close, his half aroused cock brushed her thigh, that felt nice, and he put his hand down on her belly, felt the warmth of her skin, brushed against the too-obvious bones of her rib-cage, of her hips. He bent his head, and put his mouth over her right breast, his tongue flicking at the hard little nipple, his lips squeezing against the flesh of her small breast, at the same time his fingers moved over the smoothness of her mound, and found her clit, and started rubbing on it, and squeezing it between two fingers, even plucking at it, as his mouth tasted her breast, his nose took in the scent of it, tongue sliding over and around her nipple, flicking at it, stroking it, his mouth sucking harder on her breast as his fingers moved, his thumb pressing circles on her clit, and one of his fingers entered her, pushed up into her, the stickiness he was aware was his, but he was not concerned, it all added to the excitement of this new stage in his life, his little fuck slave helpless beside him, and he a bit roughly pushed a second finger into her as his lips sucked hard on her breast.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Anya moaned slightly as the second finger entered her. His thumb on her clit felt good and she started moving her hips very slightly in time with Lucas's strokes. She smiled up at him and lifted one hand, curling the first two fingers in a beckoning motion.

"Put your hand... like this... in me. Is very good." She murmured.

Anya gasped quietly as Lucas obeyed her and started massaging her G spot. She could feel his fingers squelching around in their mingled juices and it felt good to be so slick against him. Her pussy rippled as she bucked slightly on his fingers and Anya lifted his face from her breast and kissed him, wanting to be able to feel close to him, just for a moment.

Her pussy was sore where he had fucked her so hard but having him play with her G spot instead of penetrating her deeply with his fingers alleviated this somewhat. As she became more turned on Anya could feel her pain receding; her aching pussy and her whipped, raw flesh.

Anya embraced Lucas as his fingers worked inside her and his thumb rubbed over her clit. She could feel her orgasm approaching and moaned with genuine pleasure, a stark contrast to the sounds he had wrung from her as he fucked her beforehand.

"Do it Lucas. Make me cum. I want to cum..."

They both knew these were simple phrases that she had doubtless said to more than a few clients before elaborately faking a climax but this time the words were for real and she knew she was about to cum for him.

When her climax hit, she moaned and bucked hard on his fingers, flexing her pussy on them and coating them in hot juice and Lucas's own semen. Moaning and writhing she could fake but with two fingers wedge up inside her spasming pussy, Lucas would know she was cumming hard.

 

[leondreamer]

Lucas felt Anya’s cunt tighten on his fingers, felt the warmth increase as the wetness became thick and hot and clinging around his fingers, her breath hot and smelling of sex, he pressed his tongue deeper into Anya’s mouth as she came, this was how it was meant to be, this was what he had hoped for, she was genuinely enjoying what they were doing, and he didn’t want it to end, not yet anyway. His rubbing on the little roughness inside her cunt had caused a spray of fluid to run out along his fingers, his cock hardened in response to her arousal and coming, and he was surprised and excited all at once. Keeping his lips on hers, his tongue in her hot little mouth, he moved himself around, lay on top of her, fully laying on top of her, her body trembling under his, he pressed his cock hard down on her belly and mound, he could feel her tight little tits hard against his chest, and his hips took control, moving and rubbing his cock on her belly, he thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth, his cock feeling the hardness of her thinness beneath it, wanting to be in her again, but at the same time loving the feel of her skin rubbing on the sensitive underside of his cock.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

She smiled and continued to embrace him but Anya's consciousness was slipping away as her orgasm ebbed and left her cocooned in her heroin high. She felt Lucas move and his weight settle on top of her but Anya's eyes were closed and her movements were becoming slower and lazier.

His cock pressed into her stomach and she was far from pleased to feel that it was hardening again. Her pussy was swollen and raw and if he took her ass he would cause her even more pain. She thought about trying to suck him off but when she lifted her head it span around dizzily and she lay back once more.

Anya shoved a hand down between them and started stroking his cock, sliding their juices and his fresh precum up and down it and settling into a rhythm. She opened her eyes and met Lucas's gaze uncertainly.

"I am very sore now Lucas... maybe I just touch... like this?"

 

[leondreamer]

Lucas rolled off Anya, held her hand to his cock as he lay on his back and closed his eyes. He felt exhausted now, it had been an incredibly long day, and his mind suddenly didn’t want to have to think about anything. He didn’t really care that she was sore, after all she was the one who had hurt herself, but he was too tired to argue. He pressed his cock into her hand, it was a nice sensation, the slipperiness of her hand covered with the fluids of their sex, and he felt the release approaching, now he felt one more need to assert his authority on her, he put a hand behind her head and forced it down to his cock.
“Swallow it Anya,” he said, behind the cloudiness of a brain approaching orgasm he thought then I’ll tie you down and I’ll go to my bed and we’ll both sleep. A little roughly, he forced Anya’s face down over his cock, its tip pushing against her lips, his come again about to erupt from his body.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

She gagged slightly as he pushed her down but Anya had been forced into this many times before and her throat opened for him. She started moving up and down with a slow, steady, deep rhythm but couldn't muster the energy to speed up at all. His cock twitched and throbbed inside her and she thought that perhaps she wouldn't need to make much effort. In truth she was getting tired of his demands. In her addled mind it felt like they had been fucking for days. She obeyed him but without any real enthusiasm, she simply didn't have the energy or inclination.

 

[leondreamer]

Annoyance crept back into Lucas, she was treating him just like some customer, disinterestedly sucking on him like this, but he was too tired to do much about it. He pulled her head back from his cock, knelt up, one hand held her hair, the other wrapped around his cock and with two strokes he came onto her face, watched the white gobs of come splatter on her cheeks and nose.
Lucas stood then, disgusted, and tied Anya down to the bed, telling her he hoped she slept well. He gathered up his clothes, and went up to the kitchen, naked he stood and drank a whisky he knew he wasn’t enjoying, and was surprised at how his cock twitched as he contemplated how in the morning he would punish her for her disinterest.
Now, at the end of a day that he knew had changed not just his life, but himself in some way as well, he went upstairs to shower and sleep.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Anya knew better than to resist being bound to the bed but it disturbed her that Lucas was insisting on it. He told her that he hoped she slept well but the annoyance was clear in his tone and body language. He left the cum on her face and tied down as she was, Anya was forced to smell and taste him. He left the room abruptly, grabbing his clothes and marching away as though eager to put distance between them.

She had a fair idea of what was going on in his mind. She had seen it so many times before. Guys started out shy and uncertain, scarcely believing that they had taken the step of hiring her. Once they had seen her a few times and normalized the whole thing, they became less considerate and pushed her for more deviant services. Then would come the tipping point, when they let themselves go and treated her like shit. When that happened, they would look at her reproachfully, as though she had intentionally corrupted them and encouraged them to abuse her. After that, they would normalize the abuse and crave it, hardening themselves to her suffering and objectifying her so they could get their kicks. It was an inevitable process that Lucas was racing through because he had her captive. It was little wonder that his mind was reeling.

She knew the self loathing would kick in now, and she knew with just as much conviction that Lucas would project it straight onto her, as though she had ever asked for any of this.

It was with a heavy heart that she drifted into sleep, plagued by vivid nightmares of Lucas beating and raping her. She drifted between sleep and semi-consciousness, believing him to be there and then waking with a start to find herself alone. It was not a restful slumber by any means and Anya was exhausted when she woke up. She lay there staring at the basement ceiling, Lucas's pungent cum now dried on her face, wondering what time it was. She stretched slightly and the knife wound screamed, reminding her of the previous day's events with stark clarity. She lay there with trepidation, knowing in her lacerated gut that worse was inevitably to come.

She shivered, though the room was not cold. Sweat began to dew her body and her teeth chattered as her drug withdrawal kicked in. The craving rose up through her, as a deep ache set into her emaciated bones and nausea twisted her empty stomach. She waited for Lucas with increasing impatience as her bound body went quietly into meltdown.

 

[leondreamer]

Lucas awoke with an almost painful erection, as he did on many mornings. But what made today special was soon there was something he could do about it. It was just after eight o’clock, outside were noises of people going about their Saturday morning routines-a few cars, a lawnmower somewhere, some kids kicking a football as they headed off to the nearby park for a game. All so normal outside, and here in his house, far from normal, but instead of being perturbed by the knowledge of the whore downstairs, Lucas was excited, and he ignored the little voice that said he had put himself in this very unfamiliar situation, and it wasn’t a movie that would soon end, and then he could go back to his normal, self-absorbed, insular life. And that stimulated him.
He shaved and showered, wrapped a bathrobe around himself and went and had a cigarette, so far this was how his days always began. He had a second cigarette, now the newness would set in, dealing with the whore downstairs, he felt no affection for her at the moment, his cock was demanding that he reap the benefit of her so utterly in his control.
“Good morning,” he called cheerily as he entered the basement, turning on the light that only they could see. He went over to her, untied her, and led her to the little toilet room and left her in there, this was one facet of her existence with him he wasn’t particularly interested in, and he stood outside waiting, he heard paper rustling, then the toilet flushed. Lucas went in then, watched Anya wash her hands, then he took her by the arm and led her upstairs. He was pleased she had washed his come off her face.
Once in the bathroom, he turned on the shower and pushed Anya under it, he noticed her trembling and sweating, and he knew enough to know that her body was craving heroin again, and his erection announced what it was he was craving. He hung the robe on a hook, and stepped into the shower with her. As he washed soap over her breasts, and belly, and over her mound, between her thighs, he looked more closely at her, felt again that with food and health she would be a stunningly beautiful young woman, he would make her so, she would be his creation, and that idea pleased him. He turned her, and washed her back, rubbed the soap over her arse and deep in the crack of it, again rubbed it between her thighs.
“So, how does this work Anya, you need to eat, I will make us breakfast, or do you need the other stuff first? You will have to help me help you, you know. And of course, if you want that stuff, you must pay for it, you know that very well don’t you?” and his cock twitched, and he felt a heat in his hands, and a heat building inside, at what he planned to do to extract payment from her for the risks he had taken.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Anya listened to him, unsurprised by the bargain he was striking. She was quickly learning that Lucas was a man who needed control. His hands moved possessively over her body, making it absolutely clear that he would touch her when he wanted to and take her when he felt like it. She was relieved when he didn't instantly begin preparing to fuck her. Anya wasn't sure she could have handled it first thing in the morning when her poor body was screaming for drugs. She knew he'd take what he wanted anyway but she needed the assurance that he wouldn't withhold the heroin afterwards. It also scared her that he had plans to get her off of it. She couldn't think about that right now. She needed it too damn much.

"I can't eat, Lucas." She explained. "I need the drug first. Maybe after... maybe one hour. Now I feel too... " She mimed nausea, not having a word for it.

She knew that an hour was optimistic but while this weirdo was bankrolling her habit and giving her control of it, she thought she ought to try and wean herself off the junk. A small dose would only last her until early evening but if she was able to take another one to see her through the night and reduce it by a little each day it was just possible that she could go clean within a week or so.

Anya thought about trying to explain that to Lucas but it was simply too much effort for first thing in the morning.

She lifted her gaze and met his eyes with no small amount of trepidation. Surely he should have the sense to figure out that she would be a better, more willing fuck if he gave her the drugs and she wasn't rattling?

 

[leondreamer]

“Very well, that’s fine,” Lucas said, sternly, surprising himself by the harshness in his voice, surprising himself by the anticipation he felt at the idea of whipping her, pushing out of his mind the continuing doubts as to whether he really was this kind of person at all. But something in him was driving this, ordering him to enjoy this fascinating, annoying, exhilarating new complication in his life. He turned the water off, guided Anya out of the shower and handed her a towel.
“So this is what I propose,” he said, not caring about her limited command of the language. “You are a beautiful, beautiful young woman who has let herself be turned into a cheap slutty little piece of shit. I plan to help you find your real self again. I will supply you with what you need, though at all times you must know I disapprove.” He did not care how pompous he sounded. “In return, you will ask…beg…plead with me to whip you. It will be good for you.” This was rubbish, he knew that, but there was still something holding him back from just doing it, as free as he was to just do it whenever he wanted. After all, no-one would miss her, or care. “Not just when you want the drug, but as a repayment for the risks I will be taking to help you, you will frequently come to me and beg, on your knees, plead with me to whip or spank you. Do you understand?” He wasn’t sure just how many of the words she did actually understand. He decided to commence to teaching her to speak English fluently that very day, with a spanking for every mistake. His cock twitched in anticipation. “If you agree, then go and wait naked for me in my bedroom. I will get you the dosage you require.”