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“Get up those fucking stairs”

I’m running fast with you on my tail.

You catch me as I reach my bedroom door, and when you grab me around the throat and pull me back onto you, I gasp because instantly it has made my knees weak and my pussy wet.

“I didn’t say go” you whispered into my ear. I cannot reply because already I feel shaky and cannot trust my voice not to reveal how much I want you. You already know how badly I want everything you have to offer. you can see as I look at you with needy eyes. Opening my bedroom door you push me through and force me face first onto my bed, then you pull off my jeans without un-buttoning them. I don’t resist you because it’s what I want. I want to be everything that you desire. Next come off my jeans, and I moan as the fact that I’m exposed to you, embarrasses and arouses me. You spread my ass cheeks and examine my ass making me feel as though I want to hide from you, from your scrutiny. My eyes are closed and I realize that for the first time I am going to give myself to someone entirely. Every part of me wants a piece of you, even the parts that don’t realize it yet. You’re by far the rudest person I’ve met and I know you’re going to challenge me, but I’ll meet you on the highest level, and strive to climb higher. Your fingers are spreading my ass now and I can feel my pussy aching and dripping already, though you refuse to touch it. I’m squirming as one of your fingers finds it’s way into my tight ass, and immediately I show how slutty I am by grinding myself onto it, you weren’t planning on being gentle anyway were you! Now noises have started erupting from my throat as you slide your finger out, and add another, ramming them into me, testing my limits, seeing what it will take to make me cry out. I am stubborn though and I will refuse to be defeated. I’m rocking myself back and forth, desperately pleading with you, not with words but with the tone of my incoherent voice. “You want more?” you ask in a way that makes me think you won’t care what answer you receive. “yesssssss, fuck yes” I moan even though I never actually decided. A third finger stretches me, it starts to hurt, but the fact that I know I won’t stop you, even if you introduce numbers four and five makes me gasp. I’m like an animal now and my pussy aches to be touched. Just one touch, I want you to feel what you’ve done to me. Your fingers are sliding out of me now, you don’t want to totally destroy my ass until your cock has at least enjoyed it. You undress yourself and your cock is not shy at all. It stands to face me and I am pleased to see that it’s tip glistens with pre cum, immediately I want to taste it, I moved towards it and you stop me. “You don’t deserve that yet, you fucking whore” Being called a “whore” is new to me, but I like it more than I could have imagined and I want to act like a whore for you now. I want to obey you, until I deserve to taste your cock. You lay me on my bed, and I feel as though I’m ready for anything, I’ll have to be. You straddle my face backwards and order me to lick your ass, I’m so fucking horny I am hungry for it, and my tongue hard like a bullet, laps at your ass hole and makes me feel, like the dirty little bitch you want me to be. I reach my hands around because I need to feel your cock I need to touch it and feel it’s hardness. It’s solid and I want it so badly I am tormented. You allow me to stroke it for a few seconds before firmly pinning my arms to the side of me. I moan my frustration into your ass as I continue to lick. You lean forward and squeeze my nipples hard, immediately they respond and harden which encourages you to pull at them perhaps looking for another reaction. My mouth is slurping at you now as I’m enjoying the new attention I’m getting. My legs are spreading themselves wider in the hope, that it will encourage you to play with my pussy it doesn’t work, you begin squeezing my breasts, it hurts actually but I won’t complain. It’s time for a change and you move down the bed towards my open legs, I try to spread them wider as if daring you. At last your hands are on me where I want them, you spread my hairless pussy lips open and peer into my soaked pussy hole. “Touch me, please I need it”   I whisper like the desperate slut I have become.   You touch me finally, and I moan gratefully, well actually I’m close to crying tears of relief and I haven’t even come yet. Your fingers slide into my hot soaking hole and my head falls to the side as I can already feel my first orgasm growing. My breath quickens and my hands find my breasts and knead them, then you stop.   I cannot believe it! I am almost angry with you, and all ‘you’ can do is smile. I am so desperate that my fingers immediately go to my rescue and slip easily into my pussy, you try to stop me but I am determined and then as you watch me finger fuck my own pussy you enjoy the show as I start to cum and juices run from me soaking my ass in preparation for what is next.   I’m satisfied but cross with you. It makes you laugh though, which infuriates me further, I wish I could tease you but my feigned anger is already making me horny again, and I need you.   You turn me over and slap me hard across the centre of my ass. I cry out with the shock of it and the reaction makes you slap me again, and again, until I have a display of red handprints on my skin. You want me on my knees and I willingly obey you. I can feel the tip of your hard cock on my ass and before I have had time to consider how much this is going to hurt me, you ram it straight into me. I do actually scream a silent scream into the bedspread but once inside the pain eases and I beg you to fuck my ass hard.   “Does my dirty little whore want her ass fucked hard?”   Of course I cry out   “yes” as it’s the only word I know where you are concerned.   You raise up my head with a handful of my hair and turn my face so you can see how much I’m enjoying it, I’m supporting my own head now and you let go of my hair and force your hand into my open desperate mouth. My mouth is small but you force your fingers to the back of my throat thrusting my mouth as you pound my ass with your cock. I’m gagging, I don’t want to gag, I want to take it gracefully but the gagging excites you and you just strive to push your fingers further in. I have tears on my cheeks and drool running from my chin, I look a sight, I have given up the sexy look in favour of the abused look!! And you’re nowhere near finished with me yet. I’m helpless as you slide your cock out and begin pissing into my gaping asshole. I’ve never experienced this before, and I’m shocked by it! As I feel my ass filling up with your hot piss, you thrust back into me mid flow. You’re fucking my throat with your hand, you’re pissing and fucking me! It’s the Naughtiest, filthiest, thing, I have ever known and my fingers rub my clit, desperate to cum before you stop.   In just seconds I have waves of pleasure sweeping over me, not just from my clit, my violated ass is also enjoying my orgasm and with every thrust my pleasure is peaking until it reaches such an intensity that I am paralysed unable to do anything but moan in an alien language. You roar like a wild animal and shoot everything you have into my piss soaked ass, ravaging me, shaking me, using me up, until we collapse and the reality and mess is all that remains.

Mistress watched from the window of the beach house as the van pulled up. Four men unloaded the equipment and headed down toward the beach, each one excited with anticipation. These were to be her playmates on this glorious day. She checked the tide clock. Right on time, as ordered. She waited almost an hour, then looked out again and saw the youngest man standing on the dune, again as ordered, facing the Sun motionless.

Dressed in a bikini bottom and a light sun robe, Mistress started out toward the beach to see if all was prepared to her liking. She passed the young man on the dune, who dared not peek at her lovely breasts hanging out through the front of her robe. On her private beach, the oriental rug was placed neatly under the canopy. No sand was on it, as ordered, and the shade only covered her rug. The pillows were fluffed. The cooler was set out. The two doorbells placed next to her pillow, wires running into the ground; all as ordered again.

To the right and left of where she would sit, two faces came just inches out of the sand facing the blazing Sun, mouths open at all times, as ordered. Near the water’s edge, where the low tide had started it’s hypnotic rhythm, Mistress needed to check the last head. Her little pig boy was also buried, with his head sticking up from the neck. Unlike the other two, he would need to be able to move around. All three males were cuffed and bound under the sand, then wrapped with masking tape. Escape was impossible. The Mistress approved of the set-up. This day would be a pleasant one, if the wimps did not break down. She poured a margarita from the pitcher into an extra salty rimmed glass and walked down to where the third head was protruding from the shore line.

“Are you thirsty piglet?” She said this smiling, and did not expect a negative answer.

“Yes Mistress”

She gave him some sips, and the flakes of salt left a radom resudue on his lips. Then she went back to the rug, serving the mixture to the other two wimps. They would be thirsty soon. Facing the sun, she could watch them suffer as she read her novel. She mixed a second margarita for herself, savoring it slowly as she read. After a few minutes she lit a large cigar. She didn’t necessarily like them, but the ashes would cake on her entertainment’s tongues after the margarita began to do its job. She sighed and smiled, her beautiful breasts catching the sea breeze and erecting her soft pink nipples. This would be a wonderful day.

Within an hour, the faces at either side were red with sunburn. The mouths, still open at all times, were cracked and caked with the cigar ash. She took the stub of the cigar, and ran it down between the blonde’s eyes on the face to her right. Burning the flesh just a bit on the nose, she brought it down to the sand, about where his navel might be. A pause, then she stuck it into the sand. Yes, she could see the pain in his eyes, and the struggle too as he tried not to show it. The sand would soon snuff it out before too much damage was done.

The Mistress mixed another margarita, and sipped as she read. She put the book down to rest her eyes. Time to test the doorbells. The wires ran into the sand from each bell button. Under the sand, each side had a large dry cell battery that was connected to wires ending in long, metal rods. Each rod had been lubricated, so as to conduct the current better. One was taped into each man’s anal opening. The other was shoved, like a catheter, into his pee hole. By the time she thought about the buttons, the rods incerted in the piss holes were already causing excruciating discomfort. She looked at the redhead to her left, into his burned face, and dry, cracked ashtray mouth. She pushed the button down for 10 seconds. He groaned, then quickly coughed as the ashes swirled in his mouth. She smiled, delighted with her toys. The blonde was next, he almost screamed out and would have if the margarita had not left him so dry. Back and forth she alternated the shocks, watching the eyes of each as she giggled. Finally she became bored, and dropped a long string of spit into each man’s mouth as a reward. They dared not swallow it in her presence.

She checked her watch. She was a little late and timing was important. Mistress arose and sauntered down toward her piglet. When she reached him, she took out a blindfold and covered his eyes, not out of mercy but to deny him the view of her beauty. She slipped off her bikini bottom, and crouched near the pig’s gaping mouth. Out came a stream of urine from the Margaritas she had drank. The Mistress pissed all over his face but mostly into his mouth, savoring the beautiful seascape as she used her portable toilet. He swallowed as best he could, almost gasping at times. As she squatted there, she watched the waves as high tide approached. She raised herself up, as one strong wave crashed on the sand several yards in front of her toilet, and it’s remains tickled piglet’s neck before retreating. The Mistress smiled, as piglet choked on the last of her nectar. She started back to the house. The man on the dune was ordered not to move until she closed her door. Then he would race to free piglet from a tidal drowning. She stopped, however, forgetting the time. She stared into the man’s face, then viciously scratched down his hideously burned chest. He winced, but nothing more.

“Very good. No reaction.” She said.

Then the Mistress reached down between his legs, and caressed his cock while allowing her nipples to lightly touch his scratched chest. His cock sprung to life quickly. A reaction! Disobedience. She raised a knee quickly into his groin and left him in a groaning pile. She hoped he could recover in time to race to the beach and save her little piglet from drowning. He was such a good toilet for her. But, he could not check piglet until she went into the house. She thought she heard a panicked scream from the beach. She stopped, and smell the flowers in her window box, glanced up at the brilliant sky, twirled around with her arms outstretched in love with nature. She did not hear another cry. She went inside, closing the door very, very slowly. The man got up and raced, stumbling in pain, to the beach.