"No, I don't want to know who you are. If I ever get out of here, I don't want to have to identify you."
"Why? You'll know who I am sooner or later. I'm not going to get away with this. I don't even care about the money. This is about making certain people squirm, so they feel like the rest of us.
"Some people use the law to right a wrong. But the law failed my dad. All that is left for me is to wreak havoc. But having made you suffer, I feel no closer to justice."
"I won't help them find you."
"You'll feel different about me when you're free."
"When will that be?"
"I don't know. Goddamn it, I don't know!"
"I think I love you."
"I know you do. That's why I couldn't hang you."
"Were you going to cut me down?"
He does not answer.
"You were going to kill me, weren't you?"
"I just told you. I couldn't hang you."
"But when you put me up here, it was to kill me, wasn't it?'
"It was going on too long, I mean, you being here. If they didn't pay the money, they had to pay the price. Otherwise, bringing you here would have made no sense."
"Then go ahead, hang me! Get your goddamned revenge!"
"You're not the right one to suffer."
"They're my flesh and blood! One of us is as bad as another!"
I break into tears and sob. He tries to embrace me and I lose my balance. As I teeter, the noose catches my neck. I do not resist when Faceless catches me.
Our lips meet. My mouth opens. I can't help but feel passion for the monster who was ready to kill me. Our tongues wrestle. My pussy moistens and I long for it to accommodate the thing between Faceless's legs again.
"Please let me live, I want to feel your love forever!"
He opens his trousers and lowers them to his thighs, exposing his rigid cock. His hands tear away my white bikini bottom, ripping the fabric, so I am standing bottomless on the stool. I am then lifted away, seized by fear that he has finally decided to end my life. Instead, the strong hands clasping my buttocks impale me on his rigid cock. I sigh as he enters me.
He throws me up and down and as my arousal builds he pulls me away from the hook in the ceiling to which my neck is tethered by the noose. My torso falls backward and the ligature catches my throat. As he pulls me up and down his shaft my neck stretches and the noose tightens, stifling my wind.
With my fingers I try in vain to loosen the ligature around my neck, but as my arousal builds I am distracted and my efforts cease. I find myself stroking my lover's arm, the only part of him available to me, as I take the little gasps that are allowed to me each time before he slams me onto his cock. When we are ready to orgasm, he moves beneath the hook in the ceiling and wraps his arms around my torso.
A huge breath of sweet air enters my lungs before we kiss. Our mouths are an amphitheatre for our tongues as they dance together to the symphony of our love. I cum just as he spills his seed into me and I rest my chin on his shoulder, revelling in post orgasmic bliss as I wonder what is to become of me.
********
An hour later I am resting on the cot in my cell. He has left the door wide open but the manacle clamped around my right ankle tethers me to a concrete block. My hands are folded on my stomach as I lay naked, pondering how I will be disposed of.
The noose still dangles from the hook in the ceiling and the three legged stool that was my perch remains directly beneath it. How long my reprieve will last, I do not know.
The cellar door opens. Faceless appears. In one of his hands is a glass of amber colored liquid. The other hand bears white cords and another ski mask.
Exhausted, I don't even bother to sit up. He can kill me or fuck me. I no longer care. I realize he was right. My captivity has gone on too long.
He places the glass on the little table in my cell that I have made my vanity. I smell whiskey and wonder if I am about to take my last drink, a soporific before I am sent into oblivion. From his pocket he produces a medicine bottle and dumps two white pills onto my palm.
"Valium," he explains.
I stare at the two white pills. I should have been given them before he decided to hang me, I think.
"Twenty milligrams of Valium and the the two shots of scotch in this glass should put you out for a while. There'll be a fair distance between me and the cops before anyone finds you."
I take a sip of the scotch. It's good. Whether I'm going to die or not, I deserve a treat.
"Or when I pass out you can just put a pillow over my face and not have to watch me struggle."
"The only thing I can honestly promise is that this is going to end today."
I take another sip of scotch. It makes me feel alive as it burns going down.
"I'm going to have to tie you. And then you'll have a ride in the trunk of my vehicle. Now please take the pills."
"What if I don't? Do you have the guts to kill me?"
"No, I don't."
I throw the pills into my mouth, take a gulp of scotch, and swallow my sedative. I sit up and undo my lover's fly. His semi-erect cock flops out and my right hand encircles it.
I stroke his organ until it becomes rigid. His eyes light up and the corners of his mouth curl into a smile as I open my mouth wide. My lips slide over the shaft and my tongue grazes the frenulum of his rigid organ as I aim to satisfy him one more time.
My head goes up and down as my tongue and lips excite him. I know nothing I do will alter my fate; I must just do what feels right. I am almost unconscious from the drugs and the liquor when he explodes in my mouth, but I do not cease my efforts to make his orgasm memorable, slathering my tongue over the corona, just beneath the glans penis, as my mouth fills up with his cum.
I expel his cock from my mouth and fall back onto the cot. He tosses me on my side, and I am vaguely aware of a cord being wrapped around my wrists as he secures my arms behind my back. I doze and upon drifting back to consciousness, find that a piece of tape has sealed my lips. Everything becomes dark as a ski mask covers my face. My ankles are bound with another cord, the manacle pops loose from my ankle, I am gathered into the sheet, and carried out of the cell.
******
I awaken, but it is not the noise of a motor and tires grinding against concrete that has disturbed my slumber. The siren of a police car blares as I am tossed back and forth in the trunk of a car transporting me to who knows where.
The tires explode as Faceless is forced to drive over the barrier the police have set up to end the chase. My head strikes the back of the trunk as the vehicle decelerates, forcing from me a muffled scream.
The car stops and the door opens.
"Put the gun down!" an unfamiliar voice demands.
A single shot followed by a volley of gunshots rings out.
"Call an ambulance!" the unfamiliar voice commands.
I now know that my ordeal is over.
The End.
Gia's Birthday Present
My father is a certified DILF as I've heard from my friends. From the time I was a little girl I'd always thought my daddy was handsome and he spoils me wonderfully. I remember the day I first witnessed him naked. It was a moment I'll never forget, I was walking out of my room and the bathroom door was opened.
He'd just stepped out of the shower and his body was glistening with steam and his cock...Oh god. It was so fucking huge and powerful. I wanted to fuck him right then and there. Ever since that day I couldn't stop fantasizing about it.
Even during class I sometimes felt myself getting wet when I was daydreaming about him pounding my pussy. I always sat in the back of the class so no one would see me rubbing my cunt with my pen.
I snapped out of my daze when I heard the bell ring. I gathered my bag and walked out into the hall. I was soo excited that it was Friday, tomorrow is my birthday and I knew exactly what I wanted.
Daddy was in the kitchen making dinner when I came home from cheer practice. God he looked sexy.
"Hey baby, how was school?"
I walked over to the fridge and dug out some carrot sticks and ranch-my favorite snack- "It was pretty great, I passed all of my exams."
He beamed and said, "My little girl's a genius." I smiled. "I'm gonna go upstairs and freshen up."
"Okay, dinner will be ready in a few."
I jogged upstairs to my room and looked at myself in the mirror. My long blond hair ran halfway down my back and my eyes are a vivid green. My boobs were pretty big; 34D. I'm a head shorter than Daddy.
Every time he looks at me I see pride gleaming in his gorgeous hazel eyes. My heartbeat quickens whenever he looks at me.
When I went down to the kitchen, dinner was on the table and it smelled like heaven. I sat down at the table across from Daddy and dug into my plate.
I noticed him watching me eat and he looked a little concerned. "Something wrong, Daddy?"
He cleared his throat before he spoke, "No baby, I was just wondering if you'd spoken to your mother lately." I sighed. I didn't want to have anything to do with my mother. She cheated on my dad with some bar owner six months ago.I've lost all respect for her and I made sure that she knew that. I'll never understand why she betrayed my father. She still tries to spend time with me but I always make up excuses.
"Daddy, I don't want to deal with her."
He scrubbed his face with both hands, "Gia, she's still your mother. Don't let our divorce affect your relationship with her."
I pushed my chair away from the table and ran upstairs to my room. Daddy shouldn't be defending her. As far as I'm concerned, she's no longer apart of our lives.
I told myself not to worry about it. Tomorrow I'll be 18 and then I can finally have Daddy...
I woke up in the morning and there was a note on my nightstand. It read:
Dear Gia,
I'm sorry I keep pushing you to stay in touch with your mother. I just thought that you needed a close relationship with her but now that you're all grown up I think that you're strong enough to make your own decisions.
Love, Daddy
I held the note to my chest and smiled. He's so amazing, I thought. I hopped out of bed and went downstairs to the living room, where Daddy sat watching the nine o' clock news.
I went over to him and kissed his cheek. "I forgive you."
"Happy Birthday, Princess."
The rest of the day went by in a blur. I spent all afternoon shopping with my friends. When nightfall came, Daddy took me out for my birthday dinner. God it was so romantic. He looked sexy in his black suit. I wore the dress he'd bought for me as birthday present. By the time we'd gotten home it was almost midnight.
My father went to his room and I went to mine so I could prepare myself. Just thinking about it made me so wet.
I changed out of my dress; underneath it was a black lace bra and panties. Daddy's gonna love it.
I walked down the hall to his room and the door was cracked.
I peeked in and I saw him sitting on the edge of his bed with his huge veiny cock in one hand. He was pumping the shaft at a fast pace. I reached inside my panties and rubbed my clit. Man, I was so drenched watching Daddy jerk off. His eyes were closed, " Fucckkk, Gia..!" My eyes widened.
I felt my pussy tremble as I came and some of my juices leaked onto the floor. Daddy's cum splattered all over the bed. It was so erotic.
As he got himself under control his eyes locked onto mine and I pushed the door open and walked over to the bed. I stepped in front of him and straddled him, he started to speak but I put one finger on his beautiful lips and shushed him. Our tongues stroked one another as I grinded my pelvis on his cock.
Daddy panted, "God, Gia I want you so much."
It was like music to my ears. I nibbled his ear and buried my hands in his thick blond hair.
All of a sudden he picked me up and threw me on my back onto the bed. He looked down at me and his eyes grazed my body. I closed my eyes as he pulled my lace panties off. I wasn't prepared for what came next. My eyes popped open as I felt Daddy's tongue attacking my clit. I squealed and squirmed under his touch. His marvelous tongue delved into my virgin pussy. I arched my back off the bed; tears of joy built up in my eyes. It was so fucking intense!
"Baby, your pussy tastes so sweet". I mashed his head into my pussy and he ate it as if he were in a pie eating contest.
"FUCK, I'm cumming!" He flicked his tongue over my clit repeatedly.
I came all over his face and he licked all the cum he could from my legs.
He leaned up and kissed me on the lips; sharing the taste of my juices. " Gia, if we do this there's no turning back."
"I know, Daddy; I'm ready for this."
"Are you a virgin?"
I grinned and said, "Yea, I wanted to save myself for you."
" I promise it'll be everything you've ever dreamed of."
I felt the head of his cock brush against my clit and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he groaned.
Finally his cock went into my pussy and I never took my eyes off of his. They were so filled with love and lust. I felt a slight pain as he pushed deeper; it only lasted for a few minutes.
He fucked me slow and hard and my body was shaking so hard.
Daddy whispered in my ear how much he loved me and how good my pussy felt wrapped around his gigantic cock.
"Please...fuck me harder."
So he did; he pulled his body off of mine and got on his knees with his cock buried inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back tightly. Daddy forcefully pushed his cock into me and I screamed. Over and over he just kept slamming his big dick into me. I loved every minute of it. "Oh yes, baby girl..," Daddy groaned. Fuck, I couldn't take it anymore; I flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist. I raised my body above his cock and slowly lowered myself onto it.
I lifted myself up and down and quickened my pace in no time.
"Yes daddy!" I thrust my hips up and down repeatedly; looking at Daddy's face the entire time.
"FUCK yes." Groaning, Daddy reached up at rubbed my tits; stroking the nipples with his thumbs.
"Daddy, I'm cominggg!!"
"Yes baby come all over Daddy's cock."
My orgasm seemed to last forever and I felt exhausted and I collapsed on top of Daddy.
He placed bittersweet kisses all over my face; I felt his cock exit my pussy and I sighed. I rolled onto my side and laid my head on Daddy's chest. He'd already fell asleep. I knew this wouldn't be a one time thing. I smiled and fell asleep knowing that Daddy and I shared something special and no one will ever come between us.
The End.
Wake-Up Call
She woke abruptly and cried out at the stinging slap to her cheek. As she tried to rub the lingering pain away she realized her hands wouldn't move from above her head. Despite her eyes shooting open when she felt the blow she couldn't see a thing. Turning her head to look around it finally dawned on her that this wasn't just the darkness of night. She was blindfolded. There was no glow of streetlights through curtains, no flickering numbers from her alarm clock.
She pulled again at her arms, wondering what her wrists were anchored to and feeling the bars of a metal headboard. This wasn't her bed. She kicked and struggled more, trying to dislodge the blindfold and whatever it was that held her wrists captive. As she twisted her wrists she felt the bindings flex around her skin before the edges started digging in. Something wide and soft then, maybe leather . Her legs were still free and as she kicked out she felt the blanket over her body slip, cold air flowing over one side of her chest. She stilled at the sound of a low laugh from the foot of the bed, suddenly remembering what she'd missed in her panic at being restrained. Someone was here, someone who had slapped her to wake her up. The same someone who had tied her to a strange bed and blindfolded her.
"Who's there? What do you want?"
The only reply was another laugh, this one louder, coming from closer to her head. She spun her head round trying to track the strangers m
ovements. Her head span with the movement and she remembered the drinks she'd had at the party last night. She'd been with friends. People she'd known for years, it couldn't be one of them. They would have got her home safe no matter what.
There was a rush of cold air over her body as the sheet disappeared. She could feel that she was still wearing her underwear and was briefly glad of this before she felt a pair of scissors cutting into the front of her bra then moving up to the straps, removing that layer of protection. She whimpered and started to cry when the remnants scraped under her back as they were pulled away, the ends of the underwires leaving burning lines on her skin.
"Please don't do this, let me go and I wont tell anyone. Please just let me leave!" she begged.
She felt a finger pressed against her lips and heard a gentle shushing sound as the fingers of another hand stroked against her nipple.
"Please just untie me, please. I just want to go!" she moaned as little shocks travelled through her from the stroking fingers.
The hands left her briefly and her body arched up following the slow retreat of the fingers from her breast even as she breathed a sigh of relief that he seemed to be listening to her. A sharp pain from a pinch to her nipple made her gasp suddenly and something was shoved in her mouth and tied round her head. She bit down and felt a rubber ball stretching her jaw open, preventing her from speaking as she groaned around it. She felt her pussy getting wetter as the pressure stayed on her nipple and the gag filled her mouth. Both were feelings she was familiar with and loved during play, but that was with people she had trusted, not some stranger who had bound her in an unknown place. It definitely couldn't be someone from the party. They didn't know about this part of her.
The finger returned to her lips again, once more she was shushed as she felt a clamp attached to her other nipple. She moaned quietly and tried not to squirm as there was a quick tug on the clamps, which seemed to be connected by a chain. She felt both hands run over her body, lingering at the bottom of her stomach then lifting and returning to run over her thighs. Despite her arousal she knew she should be trying to get away. She kicked out trying to pull away from the hands.
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