by Powerone
It almost looked like he was looking at Carrie, turning towards the screen, a grin on
his face, one hand stroking his cock. He picked up another rope, tying one end around the girl's slim ankle, tying it tight before moving to the other. The girl tried to push away from him, her legs and thighs tightly clenched together as though she could prevent him from having his way with her. There was sheer terror on her face as he grabbed one of the
ropes and began to pull it around the bed post, the girl's slim leg pulled to the side no matter how much she struggled. He moved to the other side, the girl trying to keep her other leg away from his hands, knowing once he grabbed the rope he would spread her
and leave her open and vulnerable. He grabbed her ankle harshly, yanking her leg open
as if she were a Thanksgiving turkey. He made short work of tying her other leg open,
kneeling between her widely spaced legs. He looked at the screen again, as if he saw
Carrie watching him, wanting her approval as he stroked his massive cock to erection.
Carrie's hand had long since slipped between her legs, two fingers rubbing up and
down her drenched slit, her eyes still glued to the screen as the stranger slowly tore the clothes from the girl's body. He slapped her naked ass, the girl's head shooting up in silent protest, another slap making her white cheek turn red. The camera zoomed in close as
the stranger spread her cheeks, enabling Carrie to make out her taut cheeks as she
fought his powerful hands. The lens was only inches from the tiny speck of a hole that peeked out from between her rudely spread cheeks, a drop of spit falling from the
strangers mouth to hit perfectly on the tiny hole. Carrie's fingers slid deep down her slit, not stopping at her pussy, her ass rising up from the chair until her finger touched her anus, a strange, fiery feeling racing to her brain.
The stranger had a hand on the girl's back, pinning her to the bed like a butterfly, one finger pressed hard against her anus. He had no trouble entering her, his finger powerful, the tiny hole wet from his saliva. Her body jerked and tried to move away, but she was no match for the stranger, his finger plunging unopposed into her anus until it was buried up to the knuckle. His hand twisted and turned his finger into the girl while she struggled to escape the cruel ravishment. The stranger was saying something to the girl, her head
shaking from side to side in silent protest. He spit on his cock, wetting it, his hand gripping the massive weapon and placing it in the same place that his finger had just opened. He lay down on the girl, his large body covering her, his hand between them as he pressed his hips down.
The girl on the bed was jerking and twisting her hips to no avail, the stranger pressing hard into her, Carrie watching as the stranger impaled the girl with his cock into her virgin anus, her own finger fighting to enter her rectum at the same time. Carrie's other hand rubbed her pussy for all she was worth, slapping at her clit, the first tremors of an orgasm approaching in spite of the pain of her finger entering her rectum. Or maybe because of it, Carrie subjecting herself to the anal probing in spite of the strange feeling it gave her.
"Damn!" She shouted out too loudly as the screen went black, the video at its end.
No, it couldn't do that, Carrie was already feeling her orgasm slipping from her. She
looked into the corner of the screen, the IM appearing almost immediately.
"Did u cum?"
Carrie was ready to lie, but she changed her mind. She typed in "No!" The message was from [email protected]. She had met Bishop in a BDSM forum, Carrie was a
virgin in this new realm. He had taken her under his wing, explaining many things that she never knew or could barely even fathom. He also warned her away from some of the more
predatory members, the ones that would abuse her if given the chance. Carrie never
mentioned the incident with Jesse to Bishop, preferring to keep her actual life a secret. "I thought it would be longer," Carrie trying to explain her lack of orgasm to Bishop. He had sent her the video clip, waiting patiently online while she watched it.
"What do you have on?" The screen lit up with the IM.
"Skirt," Carrie's fingers tapping back.
"Nothing else?"
"No," Carrie smirking at her response. She could only imagine his response, her mind conjuring up him sitting at his computer, his cock out and his hand stroking it.
"Tell me?"
She had done this with him before, Bishop making her describe what she was doing.
It always ended the same way, Bishop making her masturbate until she came, being sure
to tell him all the details as she did. It was exciting, describing your most intimate moment to a complete stranger on the other side of the computer screen. While she was sure that some lied, Carrie didn't.
"My legs are spread slightly, my skirt hiked up high. My panties are in a puddle at my feet. The chair beneath me is wet." She waited for a moment after sending it.
"Describe your pussy."
"My bush is wet." She added. "My red bush," knowing that Bishop liked her red bush.
"My lips are puffy and slick." She peeled back her pussy lips to gaze at her pink insides.
"I'm so wet, I don't know why I didn't cum." She waited for a response, none forthcoming so she continued. "My clit is huge, red and swollen. I had pinched it as you like. Hard until it hurt." Bishop had taught her to abuse her own flesh, he was trying to get her to buy nipple clamps to put on her large nipples, but Carrie had not had the nerve yet. It wouldn't be like pinching them with your own fingers. When she released the clamps on her nipples they would bite into them with no regard to her pain.
"Your tits"
"They are naked, my nipples so swollen I can feel the blood rushing through them. I teased them, snapping my fingers across the tips until the pain rushed through my
breasts. They only got harder." She waited for the next question.
"Clamps?"
She felt her face turning red in shame, in spite of being online. "No," ashamed at not being able to do what he asked her.
"If you were here I would whip you for not obeying."
"Yes Sir," Carrie already learning her place. She felt the sudden rush between her legs at the thought of being whipped by him.
"SPREAD YOUR LEGS WIDE FOR ME." His IM was demanding.
She hiked up her skirt higher so she could spread her legs without tearing it. She felt the cool night air blowing on her superheated pussy as her lips were pulled back wide.
"I'm so open you can see inside me." She hoped to please him.
"And your asshole. Can I see that also?"
Carrie scooted down in the chair, rising up higher until her anus shot back at her from the mirror beneath the desk. "I had a finger in my asshole when he sodomized her."
A happy face appeared on the screen from Bishop. Bishop didn't tell Carrie what the
video was about, not finding out until it almost ended that it involved bondage and anal sex. Ever since that night with Jesse, she had explored her anus, finding it very
erogenous. Bishop liked when she talked about it, Carrie ashamed the first time she
described it in detail to him, looking at the mirror reflecting back the image as she typed her description to him. "It's pink and swollen from my finger. It burned when I first pushed it in."
"How far?"
"To the first knuckle. And then I twisted and turned it inside me. It gave me a strange feeling. It hurt and felt good all at the same time."
The IM response came back to her immediately. "Put that finger in your mouth and
clean it. NOW!"
Carrie stared at the screen in disbelief. She hurriedly typed back. "The finger that was in my asshole!!!!!"
"You must always clean my cock. Even when it was in your asshole. Now do it and
tell me about it."
He wanted her to suck her finger as if it were the stranger's cock that had sod
omized
the girl. She wished the movie kept going, wanting to see that, the girl's gag taken off, the rush of relief on her face only to be replaced in disgust as the strange shoved his dirty cock into her mouth. The girl would be forced to clean the cock that just emptied his sperm deep into her bowels. Carrie's hand moved in front of her face, able to smell the musky odor of her finger. She moved it closer to her mouth, gagging as it touched her lips. She took two deep breaths, trying not to vomit as her finger slid into her mouth. Her face crunched in disgust as the taste filled her mouth and covered her taste buds. She had no choice, her tongue running over it until she could no longer taste it. She gagged again as she swallowed her spit. She would never be able to do such a thing if it were really a cock that had fucked her in the ass, covered in shit and sperm.
"I almost threw up. It was tasted terrible. I didn't think I could do it." She sent that message and then added. "I wanted to please you."
Another happy face appeared on the screen. "Put your finger in your ass. As if it was my cock. And then masturbate until you cum. Don't take your finger out until you are
done."
Would he make her clean her finger again? She had no choice, settling back into the
chair, closing her eyes as she imagined Bishop in the room with her. Her mind conjured up the image, Carrie on the bed doggy style, Bishop behind her, spreading her legs until he was satisfied. He forced her ass up into the air until she looked like she was begging to be sodomized. He had a hand around her mouth to silence her scream as he entered her
anus with his cock, Carrie's finger the substitute. It burned as she shoved it in deeper as if it were Bishop, not caring for her pain and discomfort, wanting only to feel the delectable pleasure of her virgin anus clinging to his cock as he buried it deep into her guts. Her other hand played hard with her pussy, three fingers shoved deeply inside her, able to feel the finger through the tiny wall that separated her rectum from her pussy. It felt strange, dually impaled as she was taken submissively.
The screen lit up. "I can feel the muscles of your asshole rippling along my cock.
Squeeze me with your asshole. Make me cum in your bowels."
Carrie tentatively squeezed the muscles of her rectum, a foreign feeling emerging as
she felt the clenching on her invading finger. It made her tighter, her finger having a harder time moving in and out in mock sodomy. She pinched her clit as if it were Bishop doing it, her ass pushing back in protest, her anus forced harder onto her finger. "MMMMMM," she began to moan in pleasure. She began to hump her twin hands that invaded her body, up
and down, her muscles clenching on them as if she could make them cum. The images of
the video raced through her mind, the bound girl on the bed, spread eagle with the
stranger on top of her. Carrie could barely image how much it would hurt to have a large cock in her anus, her finger was already unpleasant. She imagined it was her, Bishop
pumping his cock in and out of her rectum, her stomach cramping from the thick flesh that invaded her bowels, forced to clench her muscles on it to make it cum. "EEEEEEHH,"
Carrie biting her lip as she came, afraid the neighbors would hear her. She shoved her finger deeper into her anus when the orgasm raced through her body, shaking and
trembling as her pussy gushed her juices down her thighs to soak her hand that was
under her ass. Her finger plunged in and out as she came a second time, almost feeling the hot juices that would flood her guts when Bishop spewed his sperm into her.
Carrie finally managed to type the words into the computer, her breasts were still
heaving up and down and her sex was drenched in her juices. She had never cum so hard
before, the orgasm completely draining her body. She described the details of her
cumming to Bishop, the screen was blank as she sent the short messages, each with
more details. She finally finished, gulping as she did the task. Her mouth sucked her
soiled fingers, Carrie gagging as she complied with Bishop's unsaid order.
"I cleaned your cock," she boldly stated in her IM. "It tasted terrible. Your cock was soiled from being in my asshole. And covered with your salty, thick cum. I obeyed like a good little slut Master."
The screen lit up with happy faces, over twenty of them before they stopped. "I am pleased with you."
"Thank you Sir. Good night." Carrie didn't wait for a response, turning off the IM. She went to take a shower to clean the sperm from her body.
CHAPTER 5
Testing Her Boyfriend
This was one of the longest romances Carrie ever had, over six months and she was
still with the same man. She had met William at work, Carrie an Assistant Editor for a small eclectic publisher of self-help books. William had an appointment to push a novel he was writing, a how-to book on selling on E-Bay. She was brought into the meeting by her boss. Ultimately William did not sign with her company, but he did call a month later and ask Carrie out to dinner. Carrie accepted.
William was from a small town in South Carolina. Handsome, intelligent, and
ambitious, he was all that a girl would want in a husband. But Carrie still didn't know if she wanted a husband. She had reached a point in her short life where things were good.
After many years of mediocre jobs, she found a place where her opinions were respected and sought out. The pay was good, more than enough to live on and still have extra's that she had been denied since she ran away from home. She didn't need a man to take care
of her. Her most urgent need was to discover what Jessie had unleashed in her a year
ago. She had tried online and still indulged in frequent virtual sexual relations, but it left her wanting more. She longed for the touch of a real man on her, controlling her, taking his pleasure from her. All that she sought was far from what the modern women would
want, the liberation of the female from the domination of the male. She experimented with the opposite, submission to man.
It was Saturday night, William picking her up at eight, always on time. He had kissed
her as he did many other times, more of a greeting than passion. She was already
dressed, a short black dress that clung to her figure, her red hair and white skin a sharp contrast that made her curves stand out even more. Even William noticed, Carrie feeling his cock stir against her when they kissed. Tonight's date would culminate in Carrie's bedroom as every Saturday night did.
They ate at Frankie's, the town's best steak restaurant; the place was crowded with
the usual Saturday night crowd. William had a regular job as a stockbroker, but he was still trying to break into writing in his spare time. He told Carrie of the turmoil in the financial markets the last week and Carrie feigned interest in what he said. Dinner lasted about an hour and a half, more than enough time to catch the late show at the town's only theatre; the line was almost around the block by time they arrived. They found a seat just when the lights dimmed, William putting his arm around her, drawing her near her, Carrie enjoying snuggling against him. The movie was a chick flick; William let Carrie pick the movies.
William drew Carrie closer to him as he settled into the seat, the lights dimming. He
was more interested in her than the movie, catching glimpses of her even in the darkness, the short dress stirring his manhood. His hand crept lower down off her shoulder, Carrie not attempting to stop him as his hand slid down and cupped her breast. His hand
engulfed her firm flesh, his fingers seeking out her nipples. The tips never failed to harden from his touch, tonight was no exception. He heard her moan quietly, William glad that they sat far in the back, the row almost empty except for another set of lovers that were already embracing passionately. He leaned in close to her, his hand lifting her chin up, his lips pressing hard against her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His hand became more urgent on her breast, clenching and unclenc
hing, feeling Carrie arching her back to force it into his hand.
William had never become this passionate at the movies. Maybe it was her dress,
Carrie was glad that she bought it. He was already feeling up her breasts, Carrie enjoying the way his hands treated her almost harshly, two fingers pinching her nipples until they responded. It hurt and felt good at the same time, her thighs rubbing back and forth,
wishing she could push her hand between her legs and touch herself. She was startled
when his hand touched her face, turning her towards him, his lips pressing hard against her lips, taking her breath away as he smothered her mouth with his. His kiss was
passionate, his tongue driving into her mouth, Carrie responding.
William's cock was hard, he was sure that he would not make it to Carrie's house
without some relief. The dress had set him off. His hands roamed over her breasts,
moving from one to the other, her nipples pushing out the front of the dress like hard pebbles, his fingers squeezing them tight. He was surprised when she thrust them out
further into his hands. His mouth went to her neck, nibbling on her silky skin, tasting her perfume as he bit her. She squirmed but did little to stop him. His hand slid down to her legs, finding one naked leg, the short skirt doing little to hide anything. His hand slid between her thighs, pinching until she relented and spread her legs almost wantonly. His hand slid up and cupped her panty-covered mound, a sharp moan coming from Carrie. He
squeezed her mound, feeling her body jerk, but her legs spread wider to allow him
complete access to her sex.
His hands and mouth were everywhere; Carrie was unable to figure out where he
would go next. She was surprised when his hand found her naked leg, pushing hard
between her thighs, spreading them apart. She gasped in surprise when his hand
suddenly shot up between her legs to cup her sex in a powerful grip. She almost came
from his touch. He clenched on her sex, Carrie feeling his finger slide between her lips, pushing them aside ruthlessly. She could feel the juices flow from her pussy, sliding lower in the chair, her legs spread wantonly to allow him to explore her body.