by Paul Blades
Anna jumped when she first heard the sound of heavy, determined steps on the stairs and then in the hallway outside her room. She heard the key enter the lock in the door. It swing open and she saw immediately that it was Devlin. He was still dressed in his finely tailored shirt and tie, his black, sharply creased pants and his imported shoes. He had a drink in his hand, cognac. Anna wished forlornly that he had brought some for her.
“So, how are we doing, Anna?” Devlin asked as he let the door swing shut behind him. He turned and locked it, placing the key in his right front pants pocket. “Are you comfy?”
Anna was unsure whether he expected a response. Comfy? He had to be kidding. She had been kneeling for a long, long time in abject fear and her muscles in her back and legs ached. She was tired and thirsty. She fought of the urge to cry.
Annoyance sprung up in Devlin’s handsome face. “I asked you a question, whore,” he said angrily. “I expect an answer.”
“Y-yes, Mr. Devlin,” Anna replied, her voice soft and shaky.
“You are a stupid cunt, Anna,” he said coldly. “You don’t know when to talk and when to shut up, do you?”
“N-no, Mr. Devlin,” Anna answered, sure this time that he expected a response.
“Well, you’re going to learn, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin.”
“Before I fuck you, Anna, I want to get a good look at you. Get up from the bed and come over here.”
The frightened, humiliated woman suppressed her natural urge to respond to her treatment with a string of outraged expletives. There was no telling how he would react to that and she was clearly his prisoner and at his mercy. She remembered how angry the man had gotten when she had removed her hands from her back without permission earlier. She kept them there now, inching her way over to the edge of the bed. Clumsily, she threw first one leg and then the other over the side and stood. Her breasts swung back and forth at her erratic movements. It only took a couple of steps before she was a few inches away from the callous man.
She cringed when she felt his hands take possession of her breasts. His fingers felt like poisonous leaches as they pressed into the soft, resilient flesh. Her limpid, brown eyes were captivated by his starry, blue ones. There was some kind of power emanating from the man that she felt impossible to resist or challenge. His thumbs began to toy with her nipples and she felt a tingling in them that she desperately wanted to suppress. His hands then lowered to her hips, assessing their roundness. They were hot and Anna desperately wanted them to leave her.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Anna turned slowly so that her back was to him. She felt his hands wander over her firm rear globes.
“You’ve got a nice ass, Anna,” he said as he rubbed it. “It was the first thing that I noticed about you. And then that haughty, ‘Don’t you dare even think of coming on to me,’ look you gave me. I knew that I had to have you right there and then. When was the last time that you got laid, Anna?”
Anna was mortified at the question. It was no business of his. But she knew that she had to give some kind of answer. “I-I don’t remember,” she managed to murmur.
She felt one of Devlin’s hands leave her rear globes and then felt it come back down harshly. The sound of the slap echoed off of the walls of the small room. It stung intently. “Owwwwww!” she called out.
“That’s ‘I don’t know, Mr. Devlin.”
“Y-yes, Mr. Devlin,” Anna responded. She felt like she was going to break down any moment. Her rear burned where the man had struck it.
“Owwwwwww!” she cried out again as Devlin gave her ass another fierce slap.
“That wasn’t a question, Anna. That was an instruction. Do you know the difference between a question and an instruction?”
“Y-yes, Mr. Devlin,” Anna answered, desperate to avoid another insulting, painful blow.
“Okay then,” the cold, harsh man said. Suddenly, there was another cruel slap to her behind. Anna shouted out in pain and her tears began to flow. What had she done now? Devlin answered her unspoken question.
“That was for lying, Anna. Everybody remembers the last time they were laid. I got laid this morning, and once after lunch too. So let me repeat the question. When was the last time that you got laid, Anna?”
Anna forced out the answer. “About a year ago, Mr. Devlin.”
“A whole year without a cock. That’s a long time, Anna. Do you frig yourself often?”
Anna didn’t want to answer, but she knew that she had to. “Not often, Mr. Devlin.”
“When was the last time, Anna?”
“About two weeks ago, Mr. Devlin.”
“Did you use a vibrator?”
“N-no, Mr. Devlin.”
“Just your hand?”
“Y-yes, Mr. Devlin.”
“You’ll have to show me how you do it, Anna. Would you do that for me some time?”
The thought of saying no never crossed the unhappy young woman’s mind although she could think of nothing less she would like to do. “Yes, Mr. Devlin,” she croaked out.
Devlin reached around Anna’s chest and seized her breasts, pressing his strong, muscled chest against her back. Her hands were crossed at a level just below his belt and she could feel his heavy manhood through his pants. She moaned with frustration and fear as the man’s cruel hands manipulated her firm, round flesh. She wanted to turn around and push him away, flee from this well appointed room that had become her prison, but she knew she wouldn’t, couldn’t. She was too afraid of what would happen.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Anna,” Devlin announced. She could feel that his cock had grown hard and firm behind her. “Be a good girl and get on the bed while I get undressed.”
A wave of unhappiness flowed through Anna’s body as she realized that she had no way to stop the ruthless man. The thought of his cock in her pussy made her want to wretch, but the sooner it started, the sooner it would be over. She leapt at her warder’s command and crawled back onto the large mattress, reassuming the position she had been in when he had come first into the room.
She watched unhappily as Devlin undressed. He took off his shirt and tie first, revealing a tight, well sculpted, hairless chest. She heard his shoes hit the floor as he kicked them off and watched as he loosened his belt and pulled off his pants. When he was naked, he got on the bed and told Anna to, lie down.
Quivering with fear and unhappiness, Anna stretched her naked body down alongside the fit, handsome man. At his instructions, she removed her hands from behind her back and put them over her head. Devlin ran his hand down the soft skin of her torso and over her thighs. He leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck on it gently, bringing an unwelcome sensation to her loins. As the lips pulled at her teat, his tongue teasing it, his hand slid across her belly. His warmth commingled with hers, triggering a shudder in her body. She wanted to relax, knew desperately that she had to relax. Everything depended on satisfying this demanding, jaundiced man. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine him as someone else, or that she was here voluntarily, that she was attracted to him, that they were lovers, anything. She felt the hand drift lower and his fingers mingle with the curly thatch that covered her mons. Knowing what he wanted, she spread her legs to give him access.
“You’re wet, Anna,” he said as he slipped his fingers the length of her crevasse. She was wet. She didn’t now how it had happened, but she was grateful. She gave a little moan as she felt the man’s fingers slide between her soft, engorging labia and enter her.
As he stroked and caressed her moistening slit, Devlin resumed his oral caresses to her breasts. He bit and teased them, licked her nipples and then pulled them into his mouth to give them long, hard suckles. His body was hot next to hers and Anna began to feel the beginnings of passion.
Devlin took his time in preparing the young woman for her ravishment. He ran his hands up and down her inner thighs as if assessing his new possession. She raised her kn
ees and spread them widely as his touch enflamed her. His mouth left her breasts and she felt his tongue washing along her upper chest to her neck and then up over her chin. He circled his free hand over her head and turned it so that she was facing him. When his lips touched hers, Anna gave a deep, impassioned sigh and opened them, welcoming the hot, agile tongue that entered her mouth.
Her body was ablaze with need when Devlin’s hand lowered her knee next to him and then crossed over her leg with his body. She felt his hardened cock brush across her hip. The head of his cock explored the entrance of her womb, sliding up and down the length of her slit and making her moan and raise her hips to encourage him. She felt its bulbous head part her excited love lips and then slip within her.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Anna moaned as the thick meat began to traverse her needy canal. If she had to be fucked against her will, this was the way to go, she thought, as Devlin’s cock plowed back and forth along her pussy’s electrified walls. He was an expert cocksman and he rubbed the top of his prick along the apex to her pussy, agitating her hard, enflamed clit. He alternated his strokes, long, slow, languorous ones that made her squirm with desire and short hard ones that made her heart pound and her body yearn for more. She pressed her thighs tightly against his hips and her tongue danced with his in her mouth. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she murmured through her filled mouth at each of the man’s hard, demanding thrusts. Her hands were still above her and she desperately wanted to clasp her owner’s hard body tighter to hers, to feel his chest crushing her breasts, but she dared not move them without his command. Higher and higher into lust he drove her. Her breath became short and she felt the tell tale signs of her impending crisis.
Suddenly, with a groan of disdain, Devlin withdrew his cock from Anna’s yearning slit. He raised himself on his elbows, separating their torsos. “Don’t you know how to fuck?” he asked her rudely.
Anna was too astounded to speak. Her head was dizzy with her arousal. What was he talking about?
Devlin rose from Anna’ body and dragged her off of the bed, throwing her on the floor. She landed with a loud, ‘clunk”, giving out an astonished protest. Her heart was pounding with fear and shame.
“Are you a complete fuck up!” Devlin yelled as he posed himself ominously above her.
“N-no, Mr. Devlin! No!’ Anna replied frantically as she cowered fearfully on the floor beneath the callous and angry gaze of her master. What had she done wrong, she asked her self again.
“You fuck like a fish!” Devlin shot out at her. “I thought you might be dead!”
Anna wanted to plead with the enraged man but knew that would only make him madder. His words struck her like blows from his fists and she began to cry. She was stunned at how quickly the tone of the room had changed from impassioned fucking to violence and degradation.
Devlin ordered Anna to rise and stand next to the bed. “Put you hands and forehead on the mattress,” he instructed her churlishly.
Anna, too distraught to do anything else, obeyed him instantly. She bent over, her breasts dangling below her chest, her ass upraised in presentation position. She heard the sound of leather running along cloth and she knew that he was removing his belt from his pants. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, realizing, to her horror, that she was going to be beaten. It hadn’t happened to her for well over ten years, but she remembered what it felt like and she remembered the shame and worthlessness she felt when it was over.
Devlin stood behind the bent over, defenseless woman. Without saying a word, he slammed the wide leather of his belt across her tender, exposed rear globes. Anna whined with unhappiness and pain. The fiery sensations coursed through her. She wanted to get up and run away, but she knew there was nowhere to go. When the second blow landed, she whined even louder, determined not to cry out or beg for surcease. It was the third blow that did it, seemingly harder than the first two, as if the man had been intent on forcing her to give in to the humiliation and pain. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” she yelled out. “Please stop! Please!”
Her supplication for mercy did not avail her. A fourth and a fifth lick of the fiercely wielded belt crossed the tender skin of her rear and she began to sob. Her rear burned where it had been struck. “Ohhhhhhhhh! Please stop! Please!” she called out.
Devlin stopped after the fifth blow. “You’re a piece of shit, Anna. You don’t know how to suck cock and you don’t know how to fuck. What do you know?” he barked at her angrily.
From behind her sobs and tears Anna managed to reply, “I don’t know, Mr. Devlin. Please don’t hurt me any more! Please!”
“Get up on the bed, cunt!” Devlin ordered. “On all fours like a little doggie!”
Anna scrambled into position. Her breasts swaying beneath her torso, and she locked her arms and held her back straight, spreading her legs.
“No, the other way,” Devlin said harshly. “Facing the mirror.”
Anna turned herself around as instructed and Devlin took a position behind her on the bed. She felt his hot hands take hold of her burning rear globes. Without ceremony, he thrust his hardened cock into her gaping slit. Anna gave out as sob as she felt the offensive instrument fill her, sliding easily along the walls of her purse.
“I see you’re still nice and wet, Anna,” he mocked her. “You must like being beaten.”
Anna swallowed her objection and what was left of her self esteem as the man began to slap his thighs against the back of hers, riding her hard. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth at each impact of the man’s member. His thick pole scoured the interior of her hot cleft, reigniting her lusts. Anna cursed herself for enjoying the man’s brutal assault. She felt his hand in her hair and her face was rudely lifted up.
“Look in the mirror, Anna. This is how we’ll fuck until you get better at it. You’re just a hole to be used. Look at your tits jumping around. You look like a cow.”
Anna moaned with shame as she was forced to watch her own cruel ravishment in the mirror. What was worse was knowing that it was all going to be on tape, for Devlin’s enjoyment and whoever he let see it.
Despite her dismal unhappiness at her cruel treatment, Anna felt her juices begin to rise once more. Something about the man’s treatment of her struck at her core, releasing long pent up feelings. Yes, she was a whore. Yes, she deserved to be treated like a fuck toy. The harder the man fucked her, the more excited she became. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she called out. She could see in the mirror the passion in her face, her breasts swinging wildly, the man’s hand entangled in her hair, the swaying back and forth of her little, golden earrings. She could also see the grimacing, determined face of her owner as he sought his pleasure within her. “Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!” she exclaimed as her pussy began to convulse and contract. “Oh, I’m coming! I’m coming!” she yelled out as the hard pulses brought ecstasy to her flesh.
Devlin just kept going on and on, ignoring her ejaculations of pleasure. She felt her need rising again and began to cry, wanting desperately for the pleasure to stop. She despised herself for her wantonness. She didn’t want to come, didn’t want to respond to the relentless, hot, thick prick that was traversing her inner passage. She came again and her whole body seemed to explode in pleasure. She tried to form words to express the overwhelming sensations, but could only moan deep and loud. As her pussy’s convulsions continued relentlessly, she saw, in the mirror, the face of her abuser strain and his eyes roll back. His pounding at her rear became more intense and he gave out a mighty groan. When she felt his cock jerk and spasm in her tunnel, the spread of his warm discharge within her, she came again. As her pussy throbbed and pulsed, she noticed her face in the mirror. She did not recognize the strange, frantic face of the woman staring back at her.
Shame flooded the unhappy young woman as her pussy’s convulsions slowed and Devlin eased his piece from her plush, messy hole. Devlin did nothing to ease her dismay.
“You’re going to have to get a whole lot better at fucking if you expect to make it through the whole ye
ar, Anna,” he said as he removed himself from the bed. He retrieved the glass of cognac he had placed on the top of the dresser near the bed. He took a long pull at it. Anna could see her juices reflected on his soft, but still tumescent cock. She remained kneeling on all fours on the bed, afraid to move, while the man dressed.
When Devlin had finished, he stood in front of the unhappy young woman and took her cheeks in his hand, lifting her face so that she was looking directly into his. “Having fun yet, Anna?” he asked her.
Anna didn’t know how to answer. Would she be punished for lying? She hated the cruel man’s abuse of her, his caustic critique of her sexual skills, the way that he had rudely used her. On the other hand, she hadn’t had an orgasm like that for years, maybe never. Was something wrong with her? All in all, though, it had been a miserable experience and she decided to answer the question truthfully.
“N-no, Mr. Devlin,” she murmured.
Devlin laughed. “That’s too bad, Anna. But it did seem a moment ago that you were having fun. You sounded like a choo-choo.” He laughed at his joke. “Maybe you want to call the whole thing off. It’s not too late. You could go downstairs, get your clothes and go home. I promise not to call the sheriff until the morning. That way you can get a good night’s sleep before you’re hauled off to jail. Or maybe you can make the state line before morning, disappear. I’ll let you have a couple of hundred bucks for gas. Is that what you want?”
Anna cringed at the thought of jail. “N-no, Mr. Devlin,” she whined. “I’ll get better, I promise. Don’t call the sheriff, please,”
Devlin released the unhappy woman’s face and, reaching under her, took hold of one of her dangling breasts. He squeezed it playfully. “You know, Anna, once the money is put into your account on Monday, there’s no going back. People don’t welch on me. If you think jail is bad, I know some people who could make your life very unpleasant and for a much longer time. So if you have second thoughts, you better make up your mind before Monday morning.”