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Painful Memories (m/f, torture)
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MEMORIES
by
Pyewackett
We meet for the first time in the lobby of a hotel. After
weeks of talking to each other, getting to know each others
needs and trusting in the fact that neither will do extreme
physical harm to the other, there is no further need for
words. Tonight is the time for satisfying those primal needs
and that does not require conversation.
I have already expressed the need for a forceful lover, for
someone who will let my passions run free, without restraint
and who will respond in the same way. You have also
expressed your need to indulge in that same abandon, to
experience the freedom to express your need to show physical
force and a woman who will eagerly accept that force with
great pleasure. Now both our needs will be met in the most
explosive of ways.
Wordlessly we enter the room and instantly are locked in a
lustful embrace that screams of passion demanding
satisfaction. The bed, just a few feet away, beckons and you
carry me to it. Still locked in that fiery embrace you begin
the task of undressing me and once complete, you begin to
feed on my body.
Your hands explore and caress while you suckle my breast as
an infant nursing. Your hand finally begins to massage my
clit, but not nearly forcefully enough and I want your hand
replaced with your mouth.
You readily comply, and when you begin to suck my desire
explodes, releasing every demonic need I have ever had. I
scream my need for your gentle, slow manipulations to cease
and for the full force you are capable of to be unleashed on
me.
My need is so great that tears of frustration stream down my
face. My body, now out of control, has a will of it's own.
and I launch a physical attack on you. I grab your hair,
pulling you closer while pushing my hips forward in an
attempt to forcibly gain what I need. I fail and begin to
pull away from you.
Your retribution is swift. You grab my legs and each hand
feels like a steel vise, force so great that a break is not
only possible, but if I move wrong, probable. Using my arms
for leverage I attempt to kick free of your hold. You are
too fast and strong for me to break free.
You release you grip long enough to straddle me and there is
fury in your eyes. My hand lashes out to strike you but you
are faster and stop me before I connect.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you wanted me to
make love to you."
"Make love to me? That's what you thought I wanted? I want
you to FUCK me, you bastard! I don't need a wimp to make
love to me, I need a man who will fuck me!" I spit the words
at you hoping for the desired reaction. I succeed.
"You should be careful what you ask for bitch, you just might
get it!" and with that you pin my arms to the bed and ram
your cock in my mouth.
Infuriated over being called a bitch, I bite ... not hard
enough to do serious damage, just hard enough to get your
attention and make my displeasure known.
"You fucking bitch!" The next thing I feel is the back of your
hand across my mouth and a slight trickle of blood flows from
the corner of my mouth.
I catch you off guard and knock you over. Scrambling out of
bed, I make it half way across the room before you grab me
around the waist and carry me, kicking and screaming, back to
the bed. You, unceremoniously, throw me on my stomach and
before I can move, you are astride me, pulling me to my
knees.
I look behind me and see your incredibly hard erection and
smile. Finally, I will get all that I want and need...the
real excitement lies in the thought that I just may get MORE
than I bargained for.
Once you have me on all fours, you push my legs apart and
position yourself between them. "You want to be fucked?
Fine, you've got your wish!"
The next sensation I feel is your hard cock slamming into me
with such force I am thrown forward. I don't move very far
because you pull me back by my hair. An involuntary scream
escapes and you pull even harder as a warning. The message
is clear, stop fighting you or pay the price.
My excitement builds and soon I am matching your thrusts so
beautifully we become as one. With my own hand I begin to
massage my clit and drop my shoulders to the bed for deeper
penetration.
My moans of pleasure and screams of harder and more echo
through the room. "More, please ... oh god, I need more!"
and the need is met as I feel your finger penetrate the
sensitive and eager receptacle between the cheeks of my ass.
I hear screams of delight in the distance and know they are
mine, but they seem so far removed from me they take on a
surreal quality. Still my body craves more and I give voice
to that demand. Once again you answer, this time with
another finger entering me and creating a twinge of pain.
By now my own finger is drenched in the juices flowing from
my body and I bring it to my mouth. I savor the sweet, musky
fragrance of my own body and that fragrance becomes an
exquisite and powerful aphrodisiac. I begin to suck
furiously on my finger, going back repeatedly to replenish
it's delicious coating.
Without warning you remove your fingers and your cock from my hungry, insatiable
body. Your hand forces me down till I lay
flat on my stomach, you order me not to move.
I push myself up and start to move off the bed. I heard it
before I felt it, so I knew what was coming. The sound is
not unlike that made by a whip and the sting is certainly as
painful ... I feel 5 violent hits land on my bare cheeks.
The pain is unbelievable, it brings tears to my eyes, yet I
need to feel more. I move again, knowing full well the
consequences of doing so, but I need to feel the leather and
the excruciating pleasure again.
Suddenly I feel cold steel around one ankle and then the
other. My legs are handcuffed to the bed, with me on my
stomach spread eagle. The feeling is pleasurable and
terrifying at the same time. I struggle in an attempt to get
free and once again you bring the strap down on me. This
time, however, you put everything you have behind the swing
and I beg for mercy ... I beg, but have no desire for you to
stop.
You pull me back till I am again on my knees and you are
between my legs. The pain of the strap has barely subsided
when I feel your teeth sink into the soft flesh of my cheeks
and you force several fingers into my very tight, unyielding
orifice. A scream bursts forth so loud and so animalistic it
surprises even me.
My hips gyrate in wild abandon and still I cry for more. You
replace your fingers with your tongue and the pleasure is so
intense I fight to get away from it. The handcuffs cut into
my ankles in my struggle, but you will not release me,
instead you increase the intensity and depth of your tongue
action. I come close to losing consciousness and realizing
this you stop.
You stop, but only long enough to replace your tongue with
your cock. You have now come to revel in the control you
have over me and my helpless position. Now you will fulfill
you own violent fantasy.
There is no gentleness left in you as you give in, totally,
to both our needs. I feel you place the head of your cock
against the entrance to my tight, eager canal and the
anticipation of the sensation brings on it's own brand of
insanity.
I scream the cry of a wounded animal when the searing, white
hot pain rips through my body as you violently drive your
cock into me. You show no mercy as you drive in as deep as
you can and immediately begin thrusting in and out of me with
all the strength you can summon.
Once my body adjusts to the intrusion, the pain disappears. The pleasure of your
cock reaching the limit of depth cannot
possibly be described. The sheet beneath me is soaked with
the juices that are literally pouring out of me as I
experience orgasm after orgasm.
At last I hear the moans from you that signify your
approaching orgasm. We are both reaching frantically toward
that goal and the force of our bodies makes a loud slapping
sound as we connect. Just before you explode inside me you
seem to increase in size and that addictive pain is back with
a vengeance. The last few thrusts are the most powerful and
the most painful, but it is more than worth it when I feel
that hot stream pumping from your body into mine. We stay
locked in this position for several minutes. When you
finally remove yourself from me I feel the remains of you
spent passion slowly flow from me.
You are exhausted and totally spent, but I have crossed over
to the nether world and my body is consumed with the pain of
unreleased, unsatisfied need. I fight to free myself and you
now willingly release me from my shackles.
My body writhes in agony and I beg for help. I am like a
volcano ready to erupt but needing the catalyst that will
allow that release to happen.
You touch me and I lash out, screaming for you to do
something, anything that will end this torture. At last I
feel the sting as your hand connects with my cheek. Over and over you hit me,
using increasingly more force, until my body
convulses with the most powerful, most extraordinary orgasm I
have ever experienced. I am shaking uncontrollably and you
hold me in your arms stroking me till it subsides.
Never have I been so satisfied, never have I felt such
pleasure, and never have I been so exhausted. I fall asleep
in your arms ... a very contented woman.
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