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Her name is Desade
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PUNISHED
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Arthur was mad. Driving his car down the San Diego freeway with his
fingers clenched tightly about the steering wheel and his mouth set into a
thin line, Arther was thinking some very mean thoughts about a very pretty
girl.
"How dumb does that bitch think I am?" he asked an oil truck he was
passing on his right. "Theres some things that a man doesn't mind, but
there's some things that a girl shouldn't do to any man. I've had it, Baby.
Your ass is going to be in a sling when I get finished with you."
Arthur growled a little under his breath and cut off a little old lady
in a Buick who flipped him the finger but he never saw it.
Susan was not concerned that Arthur was speeding down the freeway
towards her house, in fact, she was not even aware of it. Arthur was not
supposed to come down until Saturday night, and this was only Thursday.
Besides, Susan had plenty of other problems on her mind right now. One of
those was that her nose itched. For most people this would present a minor
and easily solved problem but for Susan it was most irritating and perhaps
unsolvable because her hands were tied together behind her back.
"God Damn that Son of a Bitch Howard!" she told the nightstand by her
bed. "That Bastard is really going to get it if he ever comes back here
again."
She tried to roll over on her side but could only twist about half of
her body and not far enough. She lifted her head and could see herself in
the mirror of the dresser, a strikingly beautiful woman with long, full
blond hair and a body young and ripe and meant for pleasure. She tried
again to twist her body to one side so she could get her weight off her
wrists but she failed and stayed on her back. She cursed Howard again, but
she had to admit to herself the prick really knew how to tie a woman.
Susan had been getting dressed after she and Howard had spent the
better part of the afternoon making love when he came up behind her.
Thinking that he wanted to kiss her, she started to turn to him but found
herself flying through the air and landing face down on the bed with Howard
on top of her. He grabbed both of her wrists pulled them behind her and
began tying them with nylon cord. Her protests did no good, and in a minute
her wrists were tied together as were her elbows. She called him a few
names but she was smiling and her breathing was getting faster. Sometimes
they would play Bondage games, and Susan had to admit to herself that she
liked the helpless feeling along with the great screwing Howard always gave
her.
When Howard stood up, Susan waited for him to take her again. She knew
that he was excited because she had felt him expanding with lust as he
pressed against her leg as he tied her. However, she was rather surprised
when instead he grabbed her ankles and pushed up on them spreading her
knees wide. While Susan was hoping that he wasn't to take her in the rear
where it hurt, he put the ankles together and pushed them up towards her
but. He wrapped the rope around her ankles and then tied them to her
wrists. He pulled the rope between her wrists and ankles tight, until he
could see her whole body tense from the stress when her wrists and ankles
were touching he knotted the rope.
Usually when you tie a womans hands to her ankles behind her back you
have her in a position called "hog-tied" and her whole body is arched into a
bow. But this was a variation on the hog-tie that was even better than the
original With her legs spread wide at the knees but the ankles together and
laying flat against each other, Susan formed a rather flat package that
could NOT be unflattened. The whole thing had the rather nice effect of
holding her in one place without having to tie her to anything.
She tried to bring her knees together but found she only succeeded in
raising her bottom a few inches off the bed. Finally she gave up and waited
to see what Howard planned to do next. She was a little afraid as she had
never been tied this tightly nor quite as helplessly.
Before she could ask Howard what he was going to do to her, he did it.
He picked her up from the bed as if she were just a bag of laundry and set
her down on her knees with her back resting against the wall. That
position put a lot of stress on her knees and ankles, but when she looked a
Howard she put aside any thoughts of complaint. Howard stood before her as
Masters must have been standind before their Sexual Slaves for thousands of
years, hands on hips, legs set solidly apart and a smile on his face. Susan
tried to smile back at him but gave up the attempt when she saw his cock
standing at attention and pointed right at her. Not just in her direction,
but straight at her mouth!
Susan swallowed hard but knew better than to plead with Howard. He
knew that she hated to give blow jobs, and Susan was never quite sure
whether he was kind because he didn't make her do it very often or cruel
because he made her do it at all. He took two steps toward her and, there
it was just a half inch from her mouth! She pleaded with him with her eyes
to please put that thing somewheres that wanted it much more than her mouth
but he slowly shook his head to her unspoken question. She took a deep
breath and closed her lips around his cock.
Susan had learned a few days before to do her best possible to satisfy
Howard. The faster she did that, the sooner she could get that foul tasting
thing out of her mouth! She too the thing firmly in her lips, being
careful not to bite even slightly since that would mean a spanking on her
bare ass, and began running her tongue all over its head.
She concentrated on the bottom base of the head where that little seam
was because she knew there were more nerves there. She tried NOT to think
what she was doing, because the thought would make her nauseous.
Howard, leaning against the wall, was braced by his arms. Susan kept
working on his cock as best she could. She ran her tongue around
the head until her tongue got tired then she started sliding her mouth back
and forth. She moved her head so that his prick would slide almost completely
out then as far in as she could take it.
Susan figured that once she had him going all she had to do to finish
him off was start sucking, which she did. Howard began thrusting his hips
at her. Slowly at first then with more speed he added his own motion to that
of Susan's. Deeper and deeper he thrust into her mouth until she began to
back her head away to keep from gagging. She backed up until her head was
being pushed into the wall. She tried to twist her head aside but it was as
if she were impaled on his cock.
Farther and farther he pushed into her soft mouth until his cock was
finally banging into the back of her throat and Susan could no longer keep
from gagging. He gave one final thrust and the rod went even farther in
either of them thought it could. Howard was coming in fast, hard spurts and
had to swallow as fast as she could!
"That was a good job. You're learning!" Howard said as he patted her
on the top of her head. "Well, its about time that I got going. "You be a
good girl. I'll give you a call sometime next week." And with those
comments he finished putting on his clothes and started for the door. Susan
let out a little cry of anguish at the idea that he might really leave her
there sank in.
"Oh, right you are. Susan! I almost forgot about you."
Howard picked her up and dropped her on the bed on her back.
"Goodbye." he said and walked out. Susan didn't believe he would
really leave her all tied up. She still didn't believe it when she heard the
front door close. She began to believe when she heard the car start up and
drive away. About ten minutes of waiting without his returning and she
became a believer.
Susan fought with the ropes for awhile, but when she finally realized
that she could neither get free or even move, she gave up. Inside, she was
a mixture of emotions. She was mad at Howard, but even more than that, she
was afraid and excited. Her condition made her very much afraid. There she
was, helpless and nearly naked, laying on her bed, and she knew that both
the front and the back doors were unlocked. Anyone could just walk in and
find her like this! And, if no one did come in she might have to spend the
whole night tied up! At that thought a cold shiver of fear ran down her
spine. She lived alone and no one was expected over until Arthur on
Saturday. That would be three days!
The helplessness was making her afraid, but it was also getting her
sexually excited. Howard had used her in a very rude and rough fashion,
then thrown her away and left her bound up. He had abused her, but she was
turned on and it was getting worse! Her pussy was hot and she found her
hips moving sideways in a grinding motion she could not control. She wanted
Howard's prick in her, Arthur's prick, ANY PRICK! Just something to fill
her up.
She tried to pull her arms free from the ropes, she tried to pull her
legs apart, she jerked this way and that but the more she fought the ropes
the more excited she got. Her breathing became heavy, a flush spread across
her face and neck and she closed her eyes.
"God," she thought, "I'd give anything to be able to touch myself! God
damn Howard! I cant even touch myself! God, its terrible but I love it."
For a long time Susan lay ther with her eyes closed, her breathing
hard and her body rigid. After a long time she slowly came down from the
plateau of sexual excitement. When she finally opened her eyes she was
surprised to find that the room was dark, it was night.
And her nose was itching and wouldn't quit.
CHAPTER II
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Bright light in her eyes woke Susan up it took a few seconds to focus,
but when she did she saw Arther leaning against the door frame.
"The door was open so I thought I'd just come in."
"Oh ........... er ............ hi, Arthur."
"You seem to be a bit tied up." he said without any humor.
"Ah, yes well ......... this friend and I were just playing a game.
It's just a joke! Really! I was left tied here just for a joke.
"Arthur, love, would you PLEASE untie these ropes. They're hurting
me." She tried to sound as sexy as possible to take Arther's mind off why
and how she had managed to get into this position.
Arthur, however, didn't seem to hear her. He slowly walked around the
room, looking at things, picking up her bra from the middle of the floor
then dropping it again. He looked at the stains on the sheets.
"Must have been an interesting game."
"Arthur, Please untie me! Please honey."
Arthur's only answer was to walk over to the side of the bed and slap
her hard across the breast.
"Bitch!" he spit at her.
"You let me pay the rent on this beach house for you. You let me buy
you expensive gifts. You let me get you that new car. I do all those things
for you and you run around screwing some other guy.
"When Bill told me that Howard had been bragging to everyone about
pulling a fast one on me by screwing my girlfriend I didn't want to believe
it, but I don't see how you can deny it.
"You stupid bitch! I ought to beat the shit out of you!" He was
trembling as he said it. Suddenly he reached out and slapped her again. As
he stood there shaking he suddenly realized something else was happening
while he was slapping this bound girl. He was getting a GIANT hard-on!
"Hot Damn!" he thought to himself, "this is exciting. It feels good to
punish this cunt."
He slapped her twice more, once on either breast, with the flat of his
hand. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and his cock was trying to burst
out of his pants.
"All right cunt. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll not soon
forget. I'm going to teach you to screw the guy that feeds and houses you."
As he was talking, his gaze shifted from her face to her breasts. So
firm and beautiful! The nipples were standing erect and taut. He took them
in his hands and pinched, at the same time twisting them in opposite
directions. Susan let out a scream of surprise.
"Hurts doesn't it bitch?" He slapped her a couple of more times across
each breast. He was breathing heavier and the sexual excitement was
building in him, but he was still angry and still wanted to hurt her.
An idea suddenly came to him, so he turned her over. It took him a few
minutes to untie the ropes but he finally got them off of her ankles. He
left her arms bound and roughly pulled her across his lap. Susan was happy
when Arthur began to untie her but suddenly she realized what was going to
happen and began squirming.
"No, Arthur, you wouldn't! No, please Arthur! Oh!"
His first swat was only half strength. His second and third were MUCH
harder. Susan cried out at each swat and jerked so hard that she managed to
fall off his lap. Arthur grabbed her bound arms, pulled her to her feet and
threw her face down across the bed. She lay there too afraid to move.
Arthur went to the closet and removed the wide leather belt from one
of her dresses. He brought it around and held it in front of her face so
she could see it.
"No, Please no." She tried to speak but could hardly make a sound, she
was so afraid of the pain that was to come.
"Yes bitch."
Arthur brought the belt down across her ass. Susan let out with a
scream and her body went rigid. Arther was surprised at how loud she had
screamed. It would be better to silence her some. He looked around and
finally picked up her stockings. Grabbing her leg he pulled her panties
off. The panties were rolled up into a ball and shoved roughly in her
mouth. He used the stockings to tie the panties in place.
When he swatted her this time, there was only a muffled sound, half a
scream and half a moan. Much better now!
It was perhaps thirty swats later that his arm became too tired to
continue. Susan was crying constantly and her ass had turned the most
delightful red with a few darker purple spots that would stay bruised and
sore for days.
"I'll bet that ass really burns, doesn't it?" he said while grabbing a
handful and digging in his fingers. He kneaded the sore flesh, digging his
fingernails into the painful skin. Susan began crying more and wriggling.
She was also kicking her legs, but what was of more interest to Arthur was
the way she was wriggling her ass. He'd seen that wriggle before. To
confirm what he suspected he shoved his hand between her legs. Sure enough,
her cunt was flowing with juice! When she felt his fingers touching her,
she pushed her hungry pussy towards the hand that could do something to
satisfy.
"So that turns you on does it?" He withdrew his hand and used it to
slap her across the ass. He looked down at the bulge in his pants. "God
damn, turns me on too!"
"Well lets do something about that." He flipped Susan over on to her
sore behind and dragged her down until her ass was on the edge of the bed
and and her legs hanging over the edge and spread. Arther then took off his
pants and shorts and, without wasting any time, wrapped an arm around each
of Susan's legs just above the knee. Placing his stiff cock against Susan's
cunt he lifted her ass off of the bed, tilted his weight back and drove his
prick deep into her.
Arthur waited a few seconds and then began a slow rocking of his
weight back and forward with the effect of sliding his prick almost all the
way out and then further in each time. Slowly at first and then picking up
speed he began working both Susan and himself up to a sexual peak. After a
couple of minutes he had worked up to a very fast pace, in and out, slamming
hard into Susan who was moaning very loudly despite the gag.
When the climax came Arthur thought that he would go out of his head.
Susan contracted hard about his prick and her body went rigid at the same
time as his. For a long time they stayed like that!
Arthur finally dropped Susan back on the bed, then sat down on a chair
himself. Five or ten minutes passed before he had recovered enough to get
up and put his clothes back on. He watched Susan lying there with her eyes
closed for a while, then went to the kitchen. He returned with a very sharp
knife. He dropped the knife in the middle of the floor then he walked over
and slapped her lightly across the breast. She opened her eyes and looked
at him.
"Now you listen to me and you listen well. I'm going to be back on
Saturday, and I expect you to be kneeling on this floor with all your
clothes off and at least two hundred feet of rope sitting on the bed
waiting for me to use, or I will expect you to be out of here and the keys
to the car on the table."
"Things are going to be quite a bit different between us from now on.
So what is it going to be? Are you going to be kneeling there waiting for
me?"
Susan looked into Arthur's eyes then nodded her head yes.
"Good. And another thing you will call Howard and tell him you will
never see him again." She nodded again.
"All right, the knife is there on the floor, and with some effort I'm
sure you will be able to cut yourself free."
As he was leaving he paused at the door and looked back over his
shoulder. "I also want at least three leather belts of different widths
sitting near the rope."
Susan nodded one more time!
THE END
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