The Secret Admirer (closed)

PhoenixPrime01

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She was on again. She was the only reason I even watched the news. There was never any good news just trouble, disaster and tragedy, but our local weather girl, Sharon Jones, made up for all of that as far as I was concerned.

My name is Willis Thruston. Yes, those Thrustons. The ones that own half of the town it seems and a lot of land out of it too. Grandfather and Dad did very well before they passed away. Now a law firm and management company handle the business end and I get to do the public relations and glad handing representing the "family".

That's how I first met Sharon, at a charity function. It was an celeb auction for charity and she was one of those who allowed herself to be auctioned off. If I hadn't been one of those "up for grabs" I'd have bid on her myself.

I have no idea what the attraction was, other than the fact that she was witty, beautiful, had a body to kill for, had eyes you could dive into, hair like spun gold... does it sound as if I'm obsessed? Well I am, I know it and I don't care.

I could have just about any woman in town, but Sharon Jones. I'd asked her out to dinner twice and twice she'd turned me down, the bitch.

Now don't get me wrong. I wanted her more than any woman I'd met, but I wouldn't give her a third chance to say "No thank you." to me. My shrink says that rejection has to be learned to be handled. Well screw him. I'll manage to make sure she says, "Yes thanks." next time.

I'd been sending her flowers, candy, perfume, I'd even sent a thong bikini since I have one of her old bra and panty sets and know she's a 36D, even a bit of jewelry now and then I've seen her wear on the weather show, like the pearl choker and the gold necklace, all anonymously of course. I wonder if she liked the bracelet I'd sent today engraved on the back, "From your secret admirer". Wonder if she'll wear it tonight and understand the significance of the gold ring linked to the bracelet by the chain.

Soon it will be time for Miss Sharon fucking Jones to meet her secret admirer.
 
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Sharon Jones

Getting ready to go out the door, there goes the door bell again. Who or what could it be now? Answering the door, there were flowers waiting for her. Picking it up, before reading the card, I knew who it was from. There staring me in the face, your secret admirer.

This was the fourth gift this week from him. Monday candy, Wednesday A watch, Thursday tickets to a show, now this. I wish I knew who it was, would thank him, but tell him to stop.

Oh god, going to be late to work. I grab my pocketbook and keys ran out the door. Driving to the station have to ask someone if I could fine out who is doing this. To tell you the truth I was getting a little nervous.


Parking the car, checking my watch, seeing only ten minutes to get inside and to the makeup room. On entering the room, Jaen ask me, "Ok I see the look what was it now?" "Flowers, this morning, roses in a vase. I wish the person will stop." saying to her, "How are you going t get him to stop?" "I don't know, have to figure something out," I told her.

"Ms Jones two minutes to go," came from outside of the room. "Thank's Jaen, see you in a bit." Walking to the news desk, I review the weather before I let the people know how it would be. Forgetting all about the flowers and gifts for the momment.
 
Willis:

The sound on the television has been muted up until now. The pictures were bad enough let alone having to hear about all of the bad things they showed.

Now, however, I press the remote as the commercial ends and she's standing there in front of a weather map wearing a light blue blouse open just enough to show a hint of her cleavage and a slightly snug fitting skirt. Just tight enough that when she turns to point at the map it moulds to her tight ass.

'Mmmm, you look fucking lovely tonight my Sharon', I think as I unconsciously begin to fondle my bared penis. It was already nearly hard just from what I'd been thinking about before she came on the screen. Now it was fully hard and I was slowly stroking it as I listened to her musical voice and drank in the sight of what would soon be mine, all mine and no one else's.

When the weather was over I stopped stroking and my penis slowly receded to it's flaccid state. Reaching over I dialed the jewlery store in a nearby city and asked if the messenger service had picked up the bracelet/ring combination I'd paid for with a credit card in a dead man's name. It's so easy to aquire false identities when you have money.

The assured me it had been picked up for delivery so my next call was to the messenger service. When they informed it she hadn't been at home so it hadn't been delivered I thought I contained my anger rather well and informed them that it had better be at the television station before 8PM or they could expect a law suit for dereliction of duties since I'd supplied them with a time frame for delivery. Then I hung up.

I enjoyed a few minutes of Sharon fantasy and decided to go see how the construction was coming along. It was only a short walk back onto the estate to reach it.

The company I'd hired was from out of state, one possible thread snipped was doing an admirable job.

If you didn't know where on the hill side to look you'd never know that there was anything there. Of course most of it was underground, but the entrance was concealed very well by trees and undergrowth. Even the one dark tinted Lexan window, a bullet proof one, was angled so it couldn't reflect the sun's rays so they could be seen.

I entered the alpha-numeric code on the keypad and heard the electic locks open. The steel door was well balanced and opened with a light push.

Inside all was nearly complete, at least from the workmans's stand point anyway. The final touches I'd add myself.

There was a small sitting room facing the door with a kitchenette off to one side. All looked to be in order.

Through the doorway into the bedroom/bathroom combination and again all seems just fine.

Next was the walk-in closet. Walking to a wall I pushed on a particular place on the panelling and a hidden door clicked open.

Down a set of stairs to a very large basement like room. It was at large as all of the floor space above plus a bit.

One wall was floor to ceiling mirror, a long cabinet was built onto one end of the room. At the other end was a small cage, such as one would use for a large dog, although it's construction was a bit different.

The floor sloped to a floor drain which ran into a septic tank under the floor and behind the backwall. Light could be supplied by gas lights or electric ones on a dimmer switch. There were even recessed spotlights. Looking around it was nearly impossible to see the closed circuit cameras and concealed speakers and microphones unless you knew just where to look.

'Yesss,' I thought to myself, 'with the additions I have to make all will be complete and ready.

Looking around the room I could see in my mind's eye all of the things in place and Miss Sharon fucking Jones here already.

'Very soon you'll be damned sorry you turned me down, twice, my sweet fucking little bitch,' I thought as the mental images make my cock swell to full hardness once again.
 
Sharon Jones

Looking at the clock, seeing only ten minutes to go till vacation. One week off and just relaxing,maybe go to the islands. We will see tomorrow what I would love to do.

"Well everyone see you in a week, don't miss me to much." Saying to them as I left. "Hey Sharon where are you going, you could tell us," Lennie ask as I left.."Don't know yet," I yell back at them.

A whole week of doing nothing, just being lazy, how nice that sound. As I pull up to my parking space, just remember to check the mail. Walking up to my mail box, this man ask, "Ms. Sharon Jones?" I turn, "Yes I am. What can I do for you?" "Could you please sign this. I have a package for you."

Oh no, not another gift. Taking the package and the mail in to the house. Sitting at the kitchen table looking at it. Maybe I just send it back without opening it. Hell I can't do that, I am a woman and nosey. Oh my god, how beautiful, look at the ring, and the bracelet. No Sharon, it has to go back I'll take is back to the store tomorrow
 
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Willis:

I was across the street when you left work to begin you vacation. Yes, cash speaks and lots can be learned. This was the perfect opportunity. You weren't expected back to work for two weeks and one of those was to be out of town. Just perfect.

I followed you home and watched as you signed for the bracelet. Good. Ashame you won't be wearing it on tv, but oh well.

Now it was time to gather what I'd need later tonight, when I took and claimed what I wanted and would be mine. Miss Sharon fucking Jones.

I drive to a nearby town and rent a van using one of the false id's, another thread snipped. A plain utility van.

Once I have it and drive away a brief stop is all that's needed to place the magentic signs reading "Al's Quality Plumbing, Call us when leaks spurt and a ficticious phone number.

A trip to the house and into an outbuilding on the estate. Ring bolts are fastened overhead and on either side on a brace at the bottom of each sidewall. Rope is tied to each of them and allowed to hang or lay free.

Next I get my 'Snatch Kit' as I've come to call it and check the contents. Locking collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, okay. Head harness with removable blindfold and ball gag, okay. Bondage belt, okay. Tranquilizer gun and darts loaded with tranqs to subdue or sedate with color coded 'feathers'-knowing her weight was all I need to get the proper dosage, okay. Police scanner, okay and plugged in to the cigarette lighter and tested, lockpick gun in case the keys to her apartment don't work, okay.

Well other than a clothing change into a "uniform" fitting Al's Plumbing all's in order and ready. The Snatch Kit is even in a toolbox to blend in.

The mental visuals as I check all of the things I've bought online and had sent to a fake name po box were so strong, added to knowing tonight was the night I just had to relieve some tension.

I went to the house, leaving the van locked up where it was, and to the Sharon the bitch room. Stripping quickly, as I looked around at her pictures on the walls, I got the remote control and sat down pressing play.

Sharon didn't know it but every room in her apartment has a camera and sound hook up in the air conditioning vents.

The tape that starts shows her laying in bed fucking herself with a dildo, complete with sound effects and moans and cries.

My hand lubes my hard cock and I masterbate slowly as I watch entranced for soon I'd see this in person, no matter what she wanted.

My free hand pulled over the lined trash can with a picture of her naked stretched across the top. There was a hole where the crotch should be.

I jacked off as she fucked herself and we both orgasmed at the same time, but I shot my cum through the hole into the trash can watching as she trashed on the bed driving her toy into her cunt and screaming out her pleasure.

Later on a quick shower and change of clothing and it was time to go get Sharon the bitch.

A lesiurely, but excited drive and I parked behind her apartment complex.

I got out the Snatch Kit, pulled the baseball cap down and used the lockpick gun to open the rear alley door.

It took just a few minutes to get to her floor and, since my keys worked,less time to get inside.
The only light was coming from her bedroom.

Opening the toolbox I got out the dart gun and loaded a Sedate dart before stealthily crossing the living room to stand looking into the bedroom.

My hand gripped my crotch at what I saw and I stood slowly raising the gun.
 
Sharon

This has to go back, to much money. I don't know this person, how am I going to locate him. Leaving the jewerly on the table, I when into my bedroom.

My bed was calling me for a bit. Taking my cloths, getting under the cover, "Oh my what is this? Only my toy from last night, "thinking about how good it made me feel. I started to rub my clit, oh yes. My other hand my nipples needed attention, was pinching them. Moving the vib deeper into me, moaning came from my mouth.

Sharon make it do it again, make yourself cum. As I work the vib faster, my hips started to move faster. Do it, be my dick for now, make my pussy cum. Oh yes, it was getting so wet, my body was shaking. Just laying there my bed was getting so wet from my cum.

Now I must take a shower, after cuming so much. Boy do I need a cock. Putting the water on, I when back to get my nightgrown . All I am doing tonight is make popcorn and watching tv.

The water on my body felt so good. This shower head does a great job in making my pussy sing. Now getting out of there, drying off and putting my grown on.
 
Willis:

After putting on my ski mask,I stood transfixed watching a Sharon the slut fucked herself. I'd watched on tape this afternoon, but that wasn't even close to how exciting it was to watch in person. Listening to the wet sounds as she fucked her cunt, her moans and whimpers as she fucked and pinched and twisted her nipples and the smell of hot, wet cunt filling the air was almost overpowering. I nearly undressed and took her right then, but I managed, barely, to restrain myself.

When she went into the bathroom to shower I was at the open door watching through the glass shower door at her silouette on the frosted glass. Again it took tremendous self control not to take her under the hot spray, but I managed.

She came back to the bedroom as picked up her nightgown. As her hands extended over her head to slide on the nighgown I fired the dart gun. The sound of released compressed air was quickly matched by her sharp squeal as the needle was buried in her ass cheek injecting the fast acting sedative.

I chosen a dosage that wouldn't render her unconscious, but would make her feel drunker than drunk and so very compliant and unable to offer much, if any, physical resistance.

Her hand flew back to her ass and plucked out the dart. She held it looking at it as she turned toward the doorway. Her eyes rose and looked into mine and widened just as the drug struck her full force and her knees buckled.

She collapsed onto the bed and I was there before her second bounce with one hand over her mouth and the other setting the Snatch Kit on the bed as I looked down into her fear filled, glazed blue eyes.
 
Sharon

As I was putting my nightgown on I felt a pinch on my ass. I reach back there and pull a dart from it. Oh my god, I turn around slowly. What is happening? As I turn I see a figure in the doorway. “Who the hell are you,” I said before I fell on the bed.

Seeing him standing right by my bed with a mask on, watching me. I try and talk but couldn’t. “Why”, was all I could say? Thinking to myself, what is he going to do with me? How I wanted to scream and couldn’t... Please someone come to my door, but I knew no one would come.

It seems like he was laughing. What the hell does he want with me?
 
Willis:

I laugh low and evilly at the "Why..." then reply, "Why Sharon even for a stupid slutty bitch like you that should be very easy to figure out.
I want you. I want ALL of you and now I have what I want.
I have these, as I grip/squeeze and twist each tit. I want this, as my hand cups your shaven pussy and squeezes. I want all of you my little sex slave and now I have you.
I hope you liked the gifts I've been sending you. The next ones you'll get may not be so pleasing... to you, but they sure will be to me."

Seeing how effective the drug has worked I let go of your mouth after saying, "One scream slut and I'll make you very sorry you opened your mouth. I'll hurt you in ways you can't even imagine so remember that... bitch."

Opening the Snatch Kit I take out the leather wrist cuffs and lock them on, then the ankle cuffs. Both sets are clipped together just in case.

Next comes the bondage belt with all of its rings. It's laid out on the bed and your rolled onto it, but before I lock it closed I rip off your sheer nightgown. Then it buckled tightly around your waist and locked in place. Your wrist are then unclipped and fastened at your side to rings on the belt.

Last comes the harness. It's slid over your head and buckled in back. Your jaw is pulled open and the ball gag is pushed into place and buckled to the harness and finally the blindfold is fastened in place.

Now your helpless, blinded and can't speak. Even a scream would be very well muffled by the gag filling your mouth.

You hear a zipper being pulled down. There's a pause and then a hard and large cock is RAMMED into your still wet cunt as I sigh and moan at the feelings and pleasure.

As I ram myself into you impaling your cunt again and again I say between grunts from the force I use to slam into you,"Ugh! You're Ugh! now Ugh!my Ugh! sex slave Ugh! you bitch."

The strokes become faster and faster and even harder when your legs are lifted so your clipped together feet are pressed to your ass cheeks and your knees forced wide open.

Even this afternoons masterbation doesn't allow me to hold off for long, especially after watching as you fucked yourself with your toy.

"Yessssssssssssss..." And my cock spews forth stream after stream of viscous, sticky cum into your cunt as I grind on your cervix. "Soooo good slut. Nice and tight and wet."

I pull out my softening cock and wipe it off on your bare tits the zip up again. Your dildo is pushed into your cunt and your legs pulled down to hold it there.

"Let it fall out bitch and I'll whip your pussy," I growl threateningly.

Going to your closet I find and get out a long rain coat and from the shelf a hat with a wide, floppy brim.

You're pulled up so your sitting on the bed, forcing the dildo deeper into you, and the rain coat is draped around your shoulder and buttoned.
The floppy hat is put on your head next.

Holding you up I pick up the tool box and then say quietly, "You'll get up now. I'll help and will support you, but you'll walk. If I have to carry you I'll whip your tits until they bleed."

A hand under your arm from behind helps you to stand, although very unsteadily, and we stagger to the door. Tool box on a chair and it's opened. A look up around the shows no one outside. We leave, the tool box is picked up and the door shut.

The elevator ride to the basement is uneventful, other than my fondling your tits that is. Slowly we make our way to the van. The alley was empty so getting you in the side door of the van was fairly easy considering you can't move very well.

Once inside your legs are spread wide and tied to the ring bolts. The overhead ropes are tied under your arms and the rain coat is unbuttoned and opened so your well and clearly displayed when I want to look at you in the mirror.

I take the shortest and fastest way back to the estate and using a back entrance that the maintainance people use I go and park near your 'new home' on the hill.

The side door is opened, you're untied and pulled over to the door so that your legs are hanging outside. The drug is beginning to wear off so your balance is better now. The blind fold is removed and I take your arm and pull you to your feet.

We slowly make our way up hill, branches now and then scratching your nakedness as we walk. At the door I enter the code and take you inside. We cross the room, enter the bedroom and finally make our way downstairs to your new home.

Leaving you at the bottom of the stairs I go to the wall along side the stair and turn a handle and press a button lightly the gas lamps. Now you can see the room in the flickering light.

"Welcome to your new home slut."
 
Sharon

OMG, who is this man? Why is he hurting me like he is? I want to talk to him but I can’t speak. My name is Sharon Jones,, I wanted to say. But no voice came out of me. Is he sure I am the one he wants, oh my god the gifts. He is the one, I am the one, tears started to go down my eyes. Please God help me! But I knew no one will, just started my vacation. No one will miss me.

What is he doing to me? He has my arms and legs so I can’t move. Gagging my mouth, so I can’t scream, blindfold me so I can't see. Think, Sharon, what am I going to do now? Oh no, he is fucking me now, how I wanted to scream. I feel his cock in me, god I am in trouble. Now what is he doing, pulling me up, putting a coat on me. Where is he taking me?

No one see me, sees what he is doing to me. I could tell we are outside now, a car or something. He is hooking me into something, has to be a van. Can’t believe no one saw him.

We drove for a while, then he pull into something. When he stops, I heard his door open then mine. Pulling me out of the van, after he unlock me from the restraints. Now going into some kind of building, walking downstairs. Leaning me against the wall, as he opens a door up. Pushing me inside, taking the blindfold off, telling me, welcome to my new home. Adjusting my eye site, my eyes got big. Seeing what I am seeing has me very nervous and upset,

What kind of man is he?
 
Willis:

Now that we're safe and sound where she'll remain I pull off the ski mask.

"Hello Sharon the bitch. Remember me? Remember Willis, the one whose dinner invitations you turned down not once but twice?
Well cunt you'll never turn down anything I want from you again or I'll have you screaming in pain.
IS THAT VERY FUCKING CLEAR YOU WHORE BITCH ?!?!!!!," I scream into your face.

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhale it as I watch your reaction. Then I continue more quietly and calmly, "Now slut it's time for you to show me just how obedient you can be, unless you want me to hurt you that is.
Come here whore, get on your knees like a good little cocksucker and use your teeth to open my pants and pull them down. Rub your big tits on my cock then suck it slut.
Now! "
 
Sharon

I feel all along now. He has me, to do as he wishes. The tears were still running down my face. Now I am going to have to do what he wants me to do. Moving over to him, I lower my face so my teeth could take his zipper in my mouth, to lower it. His cock was right there, and I had to do what he said.

My hand when into his pants, to take his cock out. Then my tongue started to lick it, looking at him all the time. Wondering if he was going to hit me again. My mouth had his cock in it now, moving in and out. I am going to be sick. Then took his cock and rub it against my breast, and my nipples.

His precum was getting all over my nipples and breast. I need to get away from this man, think how.
 
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Willis:

My hand grips your hair and pulls your head back so you have to look up at me from your knees.

"Didn't I say to open my pants and pull them down bitch. You'd better learn to listen to instructions or your in for a lot of pain.
Now open them and pull them down you stupid slut."

I watch as you obey with trembling hands and the, looking up to be sure that you're doing what I want, suck my cock back into your mouth and begin to lick it as I instructed.
 
Sharon

"Please don't hurt me, Willis. I do what ever you say." Looking at him. "Are you ever going to let me go?" Oh dear god, please is there no one who could help me.


When I took his cock back in my mouth, he seem more at ease. Taking it all the way in, remember don't bite. I can't stop crying.

He grab my head and started to really fuck my mouth. I could feel him tense up, as he push himself into me. "Take this you bitch, swallow all of it." His cum fill my mouth up, I couldn't swallow fast enough.

When he was finish with me, told me to get on that bed and stay there. I craw to the bed and just hug my legs shaking yet. What will he be doing to me next. Putting my head on my legs still crying.
 
Willis:

The bed is really more like a very sturdy wooden table about my waist height with a moisture proof bed pad on it.

Walking over I take one of your arms and pull it up over your head and clip a rope to the leather cuff locked around your wrist. Moving around the table the same is done to the other wrist and then I walk to the foot of the table and grip a cuffed ankle and pull, very hard, stretching you on the table. Once you're stretched out I pull your leg wide and fasten the ring on the ankle cuff and walk to the other side and do the same to your other leg. Now you're helpless, wide open and totally vulnerable to anything I choose to do to or with you.

"I see you've lost the dildo you fucked yourself with even though I told you not to or I'd whip your pussy Sharon the slut whore. Lay there and think about what's going to happen while I go and get some of the things I'll use on you."
 
Sharon

Looking at myself all hook up, can't move. Trying to pull loose, and no matter what I do, it doesn't help. Infact, I feel like it is getting tighter everytime I try.

Seeing him go into the other room, has me worried. What is he going to do with me next? Getting more scare by the minute, how I wish he won't be back to soon.
 
Willis:

Crossing the room carrying a folding table and other things to where you lay so helpless just waiting for what ever I've decided to do," I know you've missed me Sharon the bitch, but I've returned again with little gifts for you. Things to teach you obedience and things to make you suffer for not accepting my invitations, either one of them."

The table is set down were you can see it if you turn your head. On it is a wide leather belt, something with a handle that has a lot of strips that are either leather or rubber attatched to it, a bowl full of ice cubes and a large three wicked candle.

"Now you ignorant whore it's time to begin your lessons. First you will be punished for not obeying and removing my pants when told to do so.
For that lesson in what will happen each time you disobey me I've chosen this lovely 2" wide leather belt sweet Sharon.
I'll swing it and it will lash you everyplace I choose. You, my slutty bitch, will count every one of them. If you miss one or if you don't count one why then I'll begin allll over again.
After each one you will thank me for lashing you and teaching you the lesson. Then I'll continue. Forget to thank me and guess what." I say with an evil smile and look on my face, "I'll start alll over again at one.
I've decided for this first lesson in obedience you'll receive 25 lashes from your tits to your knees and every place in between.
Now Sharon the bitch, ask for the firt lash. By the way, the first place will be those big heaving tits, just so you know where to anticipate the feel of leather on skin."
 
Sharon...

What in god's name is he going to do to me? With everything he has, I have to be strong now, and do everything he ask me.

The belt is going to hurt I know it. But I will have to listen, for now, because I will get away. Now I am going to have to ask him to hit me, this is going to be hard.

"Willes, please don't hit me! I will do what ever you wish. Could you be a kind soul, and not do it." The look in his eyes, omg, I am in trouble now.
 
"You'll do whatever I wish will you?
Well you dumb bitch I "wished" you to "ask for the first lash" now didn't I?
Did you? Hell No. Sooo Sharon the stupid bitch I guess that 25 will now have to be 30 so you can learn to do "whatever I wish"."

My arms draws back slowly until the belt dangles behind me and my hand is over my shoulder. "Remember count or it doesn't count. Lose count or miss one and I start alll over again."

My arms moves and the hand swings down pulling the belt along behind it with a very evil hisssing sound as it cuts through the air.
*SPLAT!* The first lash is delivered to the underside of your heaving breasts, both of them at once. The impact drives them toward your face then they drop back again and the two inch wide area rapidly turns firey red and a welt begins to appear.

As your eyes fly open at the incredible pain filling your tits and your mouth opens to scream the belt is slowly drawn back again for the next stroke and I watch you with an evil look on my face and it my eyes. My cock gives a little 'lurch' as I watch and listen to my whore feeling the first, but not last, pain at my hands.
 
OOC: Sorry my PC was down. That is why it took me so long to reply.

IC:

"NO" I scream as it came down on me. "Please stop it, not my breast," saying after the first one hit. I started to cry from the pain.

The pain was so great, looking at the welts on my breasts. He is crazy. Just as he raise his arm again, I scream,"Please, I beg of you, don't. Not the whip, anything but that. Just thinking of 24 more, I can't take it." The tears were coming down alot now.
 
Willis:

OOC: Hope the cyber gremlins have all been slain. *G*

IC:

"Yes your slutty whore's tits. Then your belly and then your shaven pussy and your thighs. All of your front Sharon the slut."

My arm swung down again and once more a *SPLAT* filled the room, quickly followed by the screams of pain as you writhed as much as you could in your stretched position and I watched the newest red stripes appear across the tops of both of your heaving tits and drew my arm back again.

When you'd calmed down a bit the arm swung once more and with a *SPLAT!* a line of fire erupted across your taut belly.

This continued on and on with a pause after each lash of the belt so you fully felt every stripe that appeared on your body. At last there were only 6 lashes left to go. You'd gotten 24 of the 30 you'd been told you'd get. Your body was covered with stripes and welts, other than your nipples and your shaven pussy that is.

The belt is draped around my neck and I move to the end of the table. A couple of *clicks* and a section is slid out. Now your ass is perched on the edge and a section supports each leg, but there's a "V" shaped opening between your splayed legs.

Lashing you and making you scream, watching as you try to move has made my cock hard once more and I move between your legs.

"Now you bitch, as I fuck you I'll lash your nipples for you and see if that makes you fuck me well enough. If it doesn't I'll have to add more lashes to your pussy, now won't I?"
 
Sharon

"Please Willis, no more, I feel dizzy." He kept on hitting me more and more. My head was getting so light headed, I felt like I am going to past out.

Looking down at him, oh no he is going to fuck me now. My head was going side to side moaning, "I am not feeling well, please stop." The pain was to much.


"Oh Willis, NO", was the last thing I said before I past out.
 
Willis:

"Oh no you don't bitch. You'll feel every one of the lashes have have coming."

A few steps to the table and I'm back again ice bucket in hand. Lifting out cubes I use my thumb to push one then a second one into your tight ass and three into your pussy. Then I pick up a handful and use them to rub your tits by sliding them all from side to side as they melt and the cold water runs down your chest, belly and sides.

"Wake up whore. Wake up so I can finish and so you feel them all as I fuck you."
 
Sharon

I heard my name being call. Waking up with pain and feeling cold, I look around. "Oh no," I scream, "let me died. I can't take it. What are you doing to me."

Trying to pull my hands free and my legs, nothing is happening. Started to cry with pain now, "Let me go you bastard. This has gone far enough. " The pain, I can't take it.

"Willis, enough, let me go. You are sending me over the edge, the pain. I guess you want me to died."

I feel coldness in my pussy and ass. What in hell did he do to me.
 
Willis:

"You won't die. What fun could I have with a dead bitch? No, you'll live, although you may wish you'd died many times if you displease me and I have to keep punishing you."

I pause to look over your helpless nakedness again and my hard cock throbs and even twitches a bit as I consider which of your holes I'll fuck next.

"Like how I woke you up bitch? How do the ice cubes feel in your whore's cunt and ass? How do your big tits like the feel of the cubes I rubbed on them until you woke up again?
"I think it's time for me to fuck you again Sharon the bitch. Now where shall I fuck you. Hmmm, I wonder. . . you're cunt again or this time should I stretch, fill and fuck your tight little ass hole," I ask retoricly as I again move between your spread and tied down legs with the belt once again in my hand.

"If you fuck me back well enough bitch, I won't have to lash your pussy so it's up to you.
"Hmmm, cunt or ass. Which this time. . ." I mumur to myself as I stand eyeing both of "my bitch's" holes.
 
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