function 1 - The Guy

"How was your day get it on ?"I made a point of calling my wife. It was Monday, a whole day since I saw my lilliputian young woman at Leeds Station. We had our thing my slut and I, and that ‘ affair'was supposed to string the boundaries and delimitate what it was that we had, and where it was we had it, but if I was being honest I just could not get her out of my head.

Even during the waking present moment with my centre open I ‘ saw'her ... on the hybridization, tied to the bed, in the throes of orgasm, her arms around my neck opening whispering ‘ thank you.'

… and she would be gone until Friday.

"Hi darling, oh we had a brilliant day, thank you for asking. Sis had invited the topical anesthetic councillors and dignitaries to the opening night of her new efflorescence store and we actually started the day with bucks fizz,"she chuckled.

"Oh, how decadent,"I chuckled back.

Fucking decadent, a glass of weak bubbly diluted with fizzy juice ... know me. I had crucified someone this weekend and hammered nails through their shape ... that's fucking decadent !

Fuck !

It was a rattling blessing that my wife was at her sisters, because I only had to hazard to be interested in what she was doing for a few instant on the phone ...

"When are you back in theatre dearest ?"She asked.

"Tomorrow, at the hospital. NHS trauma OR, car crash victim to jump with."

There was a pause before my wife spoke."Oh, my darling the body of work you do is so peculiar, you and your colleagues should be knighted, and here's me droning on about opening a new flower shop ..."

"Which is hugely important honey. Where flowers grow, hope efflorescence, is what they say, isn't it ? We all need flowers hon, so you keep doing what you're doing, and stay as long as she needs you. I'm fine here."

"Oh, darling you are so understanding, whatever did I do to deserve you ..."

Fuck, if only you knew, I thought.

"Not at all love, I'm the prosperous one. I'll call you tomorrow. I love you. nighttime night."

And with that the call was done and I could get back to wanking my erect tool to persuasion of my short young lady and her friend, naked in the Sir Henry Wood, being tortured, and beaten ... fucked.

My hands moved faster, my fingers massaging knowingly, applying pressure underneath the egotistic headspring, and I soon came, my back arching, spurts of my source arcing mellow to descend across my abdomen and thighs. I lay back gasping, physically satiated but even my self- bring on climax could not murder the vision of that fucking gorgeous little adulteress from my drumhead !

******

I needed to sleep. The weekend had been exhausting, and so fucking exhilarating ... but I was operating tomorrow and needed to stay. Except my mind was working overtime. I couldn't stop cerebration of what we had done ... of Red, her flame-haired Quaker and my beautiful slut, two pain-stimulated concubine whose names I did not know, but who were consuming my every waking thought.

With the Formosan Take Away opened out in the broad and impractical day room, and my beer opened, I flicked the MacBook browser to learn pornography. It was well-situated to conceive of my Little Girl in these situations. Fuck yes. Taken in a basement, secured behind pipage, legs scatter as spacious as they could go, mounted on a phallus ... like being crucified only different ... and without nails.

I lay back nude on the bed, my 58-year-old consistence bearing up well, but if my wife could have seen me ... in force job it

Having searched for my choice, I watched the data link url appear in my web Sir Frederick Handley Page ...

And as the video started, in my mind's eye, the mannequin was my fiddling girlfriend. Crying out as she was secured into office, then whipped, pegged and penetrated before being relentlessly fucked ...

Fuck ... I needed her so a good deal. I had jerked off three times already since waking this forenoon and now I was hard again.

I paused the video and closed my eyes. What would it be like actually taking her out ... maybe for dinner party ? You know, having her on my arm as my date ... I laughed at the thought of me using the discussion ‘ appointment'and how uncontemporary that would sound to her young ears.

I wondered how things had gone with the BF and if Red was now on the scene more formally as her lover.

In fact, I couldn't kibosh thinking about her for as second, she was plaguing me with her sweet images ... I could hear her articulation, see the climax in her lovely face, sense her shiver as I fucked her.

I needed her so badly.

I switched the telecasting back on and watched as the submissive Asiatic poser was dominated and used and then, once my return out dinner was finished, I wanked ... again ... and once more it was the perfumed Little Pain slattern that brought me my receive relief.

As my pant settled and the residual spermatozoan had dried into my cumulation of tissues, I took out my phone. Swiping to the tangency called only ‘ LG'– Little Girl. I read the textual matter she had sent me previously. The one during the Christmas fault asking how I was, and then respective reporting on their progress, hers and Red's, as they made their way across the Pennines last weekend.

And then I began to type.

"Hey Little young woman how are you ? How's things with Red ? How's things with the BF ? I miss you, a lot. A fucking lot. When can we meet again xxx"

I looked at the word of honor. Re-read my content. Damn how I wanted her ... needed her even. She would be my undoing this Little little girl with the hurting hoodoo ... and there was aught I could do about it.

My finger hovered over the SEND release ... but I didn't send. I deleted every last character. My slut needed a little more clip away from me ...

Part 2 - The female child

Shitty journey. It always is. Useless Northern rail. Shitty weather. Over the Pennines. Shitty.

But good to be home.

Unlock the doorway. Climb the stair. Open my doorway. gloaming on the bed. With her. kiss her. Home.

I know I have to. Phone him. Not in.

Text. How are you ?

Kiss her again. kip a bit. My screw hands still hurt so much. A glass of pee and too many paracetemols.

Ping. Text. Him.

punter. How are you ? drinking ? In the pub tonight ?

osculation her. buss her. Tits out together. Kiss her. Love her. Tell her. text edition back. Yeah. Abi will come too. OK. VII thirty ?

Our fave pub. Down in D'bury. Three beers. So, you ok ?

diddlyshit !

What the roll in the hay have you done to your men ?

face at my bandaged handwriting. Stuff, I say. Stuff.

piece of tail, he says.

Sip on our beers.

Her helping hand in my lap, stroking me.

He looks at us. We smile at each other.

So ... well ...

Yeah ...

So ... ?

So ... I love you still, but ... You and her ?

Yeah.

So that 's it then ? Well ...

So that 's it.

I say nothing.

He says nothing. Kisses me on the lips. point of view. Leaves. That fucking easy.

Order another drunkenness each. nestle. Kiss her. Fucking love her.

Fancy a curry ?

Yeah ... cool.

Let 's fuck off down the Mile then.

That easy. poor affair. I 'm a fucking bastard. But I fucking have it off Abi. And a nice hot curry. And a beer. And have intercourse my fucking manpower hurt so get it on much.

And we 'll suffer tonight together in my piffling cosy room before she has to head to N'town. And she 'll be back next Friday. Yeah.

But first a skillful curry and a laager and a kiss in the rain.

persona 3 - The Guy

I watched my short Girl cry out. For the first prison term in our inadequate relationship I saw her looking really, really scared. Frightened to the point of scourge, and in her terrorised state she was crying out, begging for clemency ... but none was to be given.

Her grimace was slapped, hard ... time and clock time again until tears poured down her buttock and her eyes blackened from the tawdry makeup that she wore.

Is this what she really wanted ? What WE really wanted ?

For her to be beaten and used by another man, a vauntingly overbearing man, who would pip her and hurt her while I watched ...

Had we progressed to this already ? Was my small girl now no more than a slutty porn freak, whose lonesome purpose in biography was to be used, not just by me, but by anyone and everyone ...

The man, his gens restricted to a shortstop icon like label ... ‘ The Pope ’, he was called by those who knew him, and although we did not know him, he had been well-off enough to get to when we wanted him and showed him the money.

I had said before that I considered myself a moderately religious man, but these days I found myself blaspheming somewhat effortlessly. A crucifix in the woods, a bondage Dom called ‘ The Holy Father'...

He had a chain around her cervix, a thick linked chain and it was padlocked mingy against her pharynx as she lay back over a flat control surface, her tight, nubile body naked.

Again, she cried out as the whip fell hard across her breasts, business firm mounds that seemed somehow to be miraculously healed from the previous gatherings, in fact not a blemish stained them.

"Please !"she begged with a plaintiff cry, but all she received was a harsh slap across the face.

"You can flick off if you want,"The Pope spoke directly at me in his American drawl, as I stood to the incline watching this explicit scene of graphic torture porn unfold before me ...

So, I did. With my cock intemperately and aching in my hand I slipped it out and began to wank for all I was worth, not caring about who could see me.

"Top surgeon in Torture porn scandal ..."the words, sensational in their linkage, kept on acting in my head, but I didn't care. I couldn't stop this ... it was what we wanted. It WAS ... wasn't it ?

Fuck, I was so damn hard and my knowing finger were rapidly bringing my climax on.

I watched as my Little lady friend's header was covered by a bag. I knew what he had planned, and so did she. Now she really began to struggle.

"loss ... Releeeeease ... RELEASE ! ! !"She cried out the safeword that The Pope had agreed with her.

"piece of tail that,"he growled back at her. We have no safe words here, and her moan of torment was lost inside the fabric of the bag.

No safe words … my cock stiffened even more.

Her naked body writhed in fearful prediction as the man, large and foreboding in his appearance, began to pour water supply onto her brass, laughing as he did so ... she convulsed in movements that were infused with an ever-increasing despair. The bag was pulled back so we could see her fairly face covered in a lustre of glistening wetness, contorted with the agonies of her terror, before he quickly covered her back up, capturing her movement to breathe, so he could ‘ drown'her all over again ...

"Cum if you want,"he looked over at me, his gaze focusing on my prick,"seed over here and explode on her bosom while I do this, I'm gon na seduce her passing out ... make her think she's dying ... you know that's what she wants ... what she wants ... what she wants ..."

His repeat language echoed with his laughter ... and then ...

"Fuck !"I woke with a startle. Sitting up in my bed, gasping for breath I flopped back down onto the duvet.

"fuck ..."I repeated. Then I realised that my fingerbreadth were wound round my erection. It had seemed so real, the dream ... so screwing real.

I groaned and glanced at the time. It was only 5am ... I was exhausted.

Fleetingly I thought of my wife, but only to thank the stars that she was still at her sisters and would be for a few more years yet. I closed my middle and my thinking turned to my Little young woman. How I wished she was here in bed next to me, so that I could pull out her into my body, take hold her, cuddle her, snog her, fuck her ...

Man, was I feeling tired ...

The first day back in theatre following a vacation break was always a trial of crusade, with supererogatory purpose to condense and focus being required, and this metre, with my electric potential for genial misdirection being even peachy, the get-up-and-go required was even more taxing !

But I only had a 10am clinic at the local BUPA hospital today and that was it. Two time of day of comfortable discussion and surgical planning, and that was it. I then had the rest of the day to plat and plan and masturbate to my favourite petty Girl ...

The bag ... the urine ... the excruciation and the pain ...

The pope was a well-known BDSM dominant allele, who I had seen ‘ perform'on his porn manakin many times online, how and why-the- shag he had suddenly appeared in my dreams I had no idea.

But I was delighted that he had because now I knew exactly what I would be doing with my Little Pain slovenly woman the succeeding time we met !

Once my clinic was over, I would be researching the roll in the hay out of ‘ Waterboarding'...

piece 4 - The Girl

A curry and a lager and a few more laager ... and to a bar and a few to a greater extent lagers.

We should n't feature. Lectures tomorrow and she has to go abode. Fucked.

So sweet. So sweet to be swaying pissed with her.

Collapse onto my bed. Too pissed to piss around with things. apparel off. consistence together. soggy sloppy kissy fucky.

sugariness. Pissed.

Love her

Love her in the morning.

In the shitty flat in the dull morning light.

With a coffee in a cut off mug.

Missing lectures and trains.

Snuggling with her in our sweet fucking nakedness.

Think about him. A bit. I so love him. He 's gone. Best I leave it like that. Kiss her.

On her belly. On her tits.

I do n't want you to go.

Have to.

Same as you. survey. Love you so much. jazz you too.

Did you like him ?

Nah. Not really. Like him ... no ... I like what he does to me.

Me too.

What about him ?

I think ... I think he 's matrimonial. variety of a professional. form of well off. He 's fucking old.

Yeah.

But he 's good. I mean. Like super serious. I like that.

And I do n't mind him fucking me.

Nah. Me neither.

He 's sort of .... well ... I preferred the wooden thing. But it 's like a weapon he has, is n't it ? Not like he loves us.

sexual love you babe. Love you Abi.

Shall we ?

Yeah. I want to.

Ok.

Then I will. When can you ?

Hmmm. I need to chill a bit. But soon.

testament you come down to me succeeding weekend ? In N-town ? Yeah.

And then we can text him, right ?

Yeah.

Kiss me Abi.

We kiss. Lots. I fucking love her. I fucking love that we will do some stuff with him again. Soon. I want to text him now.

But I will wait.

Let 's fuck I say.

We do.

I fucking get laid her.

Want to be hurt again. By him. Badly. Me and Abi. Us both. Fuck. How did I happen this honeyed sexy matter ? So, fucking sexy. So much want to view her watching me being hurt and her being hurt too. So a good deal fucking love her.

Kiss her. Kiss her sweetened gorgeous cunt. Kiss her sweet soft knocker. osculation her. Kiss her.

shag hump her. So much. be intimate her so much. Fuck. I want to hurt again so fucking much. Fuck.

sexual love her.

indigence him.

Fuck.

candy kiss her gratifying open mouth. Sip my finger into her sweetly cushy cunt. Slide over her. Sleepy soft kissy sweet babe.

constituent 5 - The Guy

"... Waterboarding is a human body of water torture in which water is poured over a cloth covering the face and breathing passageway of an immobilized prisoner, causing the somebody to know drowning ..."

Wikipedia had never sounded so erotic !

I could feel the stretching of my short circuit by the growing rigidness of my erection just from reading the words. The thinking of my short girl being tied down to a board of some sort, her naked, scare stricken dead body writhing and convulsing in desperation, was almost too much.

Crucifying her was unimaginably satisfying, but there was far more process to Waterboarding a person, and much more potential for adding ‘ other elements.'

For example, I could vibe her while she was ‘ drowning'making it literally inconceivable for my slut to draw hint. I could actually intercept her warmness, and then defibrillate her back to life story ... wow, that thought grew my difficult on substantially. Could I actually fuck her while she was dying and then appal life back into her stagnant body ? Fucking sin !

I wanted this ... I wanted this the like never before !

I had to take up a shift from the intensity level of my thought and walk around the garden for a while. The morning's clinic had been a breeze. Three post-operative hindrance up's and a distich of new surgical necessary. My buck private employment was the icing on my professional cake. If it wasn't for the NHS working-hours-threshold, I would only do private work. Not very public spirited I agree, but hey, this was about me !

I had thought about my slight Girl all throughout the session. Her side, her body ... breasts, ass, cunt, nose, heart, hair ... I wanted it all for myself !

Would she want Red to come with her again ? I hoped so, because whilst the slut was my compulsion, her flame-haired champion was a confessedly beauty. A canvas of decorated flesh designed only for delight. Was my botheration toy taking her pleasance from Red's perfect soundbox ... I guessed she was ... I hoped she was, and I assumed the BF had been consigned to chronicle. My short Girl knew exactly what she wanted, and I knew that she wanted Red.

I suddenly realised that I had been holding my breather at times throughout my meandering walk, and so now I enjoyed a long, gasping exhale and my trunk relaxed. Our gardens were a enough size and the air was fresh. Snow had been forecast for the coming weekend but today was more Spring like. Snow-drops had appeared in clustering around the lawn and the fondness of the wintertime sun cutting through the chill was soothing.

As I sat for a while on the bench that looked over the expanse of grass at the cover of my property, I sipped at my umber and thought about my little slut.

Could I waterboard her ... really, properly ? Where would we do it ? How would I do it ? The latter distributor point was n't an issue. I had seen many ingenious method acting on the internet porno sites so she could be 'boarded in many different ways.

But could I truly stop her heart ? Now that would be something. Actually make her die for a few second gear before shocking her book binding into life ... shit, just imagine that ? I could get hold of eminent electromotive force defibrillation machines for sure ... nookie, I really could kill her !

But where ? That was a more difficult question, and one which right now I did n't have the reply to.

******

Over the following couple of days I found myself in theatre pretty a great deal full prison term. In fact on Thursday the one-ninth of Jan I was called in during the too soon hours from my bed for an emergency.

The take functioning was rehabilitative. rib shattered, along with shoulder joint clappers and blades. I high shock fall fuelled by drink that put the guy in hospital and got me out of bed ! His interior organs had been battered and at one pointedness it was relate and go. But he pulled through, we pulled him through.

It was sitting in the rest country after the operating theater, for which I had been one of three sawbones, that I found myself alone with a young, pretty nurse.

'' Would you like coffee bean ? '' She asked me,"donjon you awake for a little longer."She beamed a lovely smiling at me.

Since Christmas Day, or to a greater extent to the head, since meeting my Little miss, I was seeing ‘ sex'and ‘ sexiness'everywhere. TV adverts, shop supporter, young woman in the street and right now I found myself staring at the unshakable white meat of this young nanny as they pushed against the tight dreary front of her uniform. roll in the hay, I needed tone ending. Not just from my own helping hand, but proper release inside the body of my slut.

I could feel my seawall tingle as the hot coffee was placed before me."Are you going household to sleep now ?"She asked.

"wellspring certainly to take a breather,"I nodded back."I managed a few time of day in bed before we got the Call, so I'm not feeling too bad."

"You don't operate much here do you ?"She questioned me somewhat rhetorically. The girl was clearly a theatre nurse and so she would know the sawbones pretty well.

"No, just the second prison term for me."I smiled back, taking another sip of coffee.

"sentiment so,"she replied sitting back on the comfy couch. I watched as the hem of her unvarying made its way up her thigh and she unwittingly flashed her legs at me more than she realised.

"Thought we were going to involve to defib him at one point ..."the nurse relaxed into the seat, closing her eyes. The guy had been in a piteous way, but we had patched him up and left him in ICU to dispatch his recuperation ...

The doctrine of analogy of giving him his life back was not lost on me as, in the presence of this moderately young nanny, with the long, slender legs, I thought of how I could do the same for my Little young woman when the time came, but this time in the public figure of erotic torture !

******

"What's that construction over there ?"I asked my nursing co-worker as we left the hospital together.

"What, the old basement memory board ?"She replied, building the answer to my motion into the reciprocal head of her own.

My interest was piqued."cellar store ? Is it disused ?"

"Gosh, yes. I have worked here for over three years and I have never seen anyone go inside."

"What's down there ?"I asked.

She shook her headland,"No melodic theme really. I guess old stuff maybe. You surgeon and senior Management can actually get into it if you ever needed to. The code you have set on your mountain pass for the main edifice is the same as the codification on the keypad for the old storehouse. Let me make out what you find if you ever go down."She grinned as we parted and she headed for her car.

"Great job today,"she beamed at me,"See you next time."

I smiled back, but my mind was already ticking over. The old basement storehouse, to which I had approach, apparently. Had I just found the place for the future rendezvous with my slight loose woman ?

Part 6 - The Girl

Kiss her on the backtalk. In her oral fissure. At the station. Hugs. Til the weekend.

book binding to the library. oeuvre. recent lecture. My paw hurt. Pop pills. Want to phone him. The BF. Know I ca n't. Pissed off. get laid her. Abi.

dwelling house. Bathroom 's discharge so have a soaking. stinging. Lie on my bed. Music. Let 's Eat grandmother. Put some clips on my nipples and kink. That 's good.

take myself to the student conglutination bar. Beer. Slouch sexily. A inaugural year effort to confab me up so I let him. pull him into a corner and snog and drag him nursing home and fuck.

Can I deliver your identification number he asks. No fucking way. public lecture. My hands hurt. Miss her.

Text her.

death to see you on Fri night. Kiss you.

Shall we contact him ?

Yeah.

Who do you think he is ?

Does it matter ? Who cares if he 's married or whatever ? He does it for us doesnt he ?

Tremble a bit. Another sip of beer.

It 's me. well, us really.

We want to see you again. You tell us when. I 'm with her in N town this weekend. You can let us acknowledge. We want you to suffer us again. You decide everything, ok ?

Press send.

Fuck. Let Abi know. I so want to lie with her and kiss her again.

My fucking hands hurt.

contribution 7 - The Guy

Hearing the room access mouse click softly shut behind me was far more than exhilarating than I thought it would be. Partly because of the innate secrecy that surrounded my presence here and the sense that I was somewhere I shouldn't be, but mainly because my mental imagery had already leapt ahead to when I may well revert with my little slut to play along me.

It was indeed a basement and the small outwardly seeable building had, upon the code curl being entered and the room access opened, immediately lead down a flight of Oliver Stone stairs. The low intimate threshold into which I had walked, had an auto-operated Light that, upon my entering, flickered into some sort of evanesce life via the stark, nude I bulb that dangled above me.

It looked like a property that hadn't been breached since before the s world war, but the position of a illumination, any sort of light, even one as limited as this one was, showed that the NHS hadn't totally abandoned it. That fact, which meant that, in theory at to the lowest degree, someone else could actually fall into here and discover what we were doing ! As stupid as this sounds, that component of potential for discovery made what I was planning even more stimulating ... I had felt the same about the woodland setting from the last meetings.

The light gave me just long enough to deign the stairs before it clicked off, leaving me to pioneer the torch in my speech sound to see anything else through the gloomy darkness.

If I was to make this the background for my Little Girl's next agony, I would postulate candles.

It was surprisingly warm down here, I assumed that was from the underground placing of this space, the packed soil around the outside.

But as a locus for my next outing with my Pain Slut, it was everlasting. It was dingy for indisputable, and filled with dust-covered boxwood and old electric gear, medical legal instrument and metal shelving along one side was filled with small, cardboard packing boxes.

But the level space was boastfully and there was a stock of fresh Natalie Wood along with a small pile of bricks stacked in one corner ...

... that would come in useful for for certain, but there was more that I needed to clear this workplace.

Water and power. There had to be some kind of superpower with the light in the threshold working, and I was right. By circling the telephone's light light beam around the bulwark, I found several sockets, and by plugging an old kettle into one of them I was capable proved that the tycoon was active. Good.

Then the jackpot ! A sink, and tap with piss ...

This place was paragon ... perfective tense. The biz was very lots on !

******

It was the afternoon of Fri the 10th of Jan. My married woman was returning to me. I was at the topical anesthetic station, the one that required a light boost train journey to get here from the main hub at Leeds.

Somehow, whenever I headed here, I was always early. I think I

anticipated the traffic that never quite manifested itself, and today was no exception.

Having parked the car in the short stay/pickup car park I sat down with a coffee. My judgement was filled with my slattern, as always, but now the mind-share that she monopolised was crammed with plans for her next ‘ adventure'with me.

It was while I sat in the moderately busy café, with my coffee, awaiting the return of my married woman, that my earpiece buzzed.

"We want to see you again. You tell us when. I 'm with her in N- township this weekend. You can let us have a go at it. We want you to hurt us again. You decide everything, ok ?"

I stared at the words. It was her, my Little Girl. The language were unambiguous and to the stage. There was short sexual love contained in them, not even a ‘ kiss or two ’, but they oozed with need and desperation.

But, fuck ... this weekend. They would be together, her and Red and they both wanted to see me. This was, at one end of its spectrum, the unadulterated fantasy, but the observance of their availability was shortly, very myopic. Could I spend a penny this employment ? I had to, because I needed her, needed them, as practically as they needed me !

******

"fountainhead, I can't really complain dear, now can I ?"My married woman had just flopped in the hot seat, the large leather one in our forepart room that looked out over the gardens through the large window."After all I have just had a week at my babe's so a weekend group discussion is a pain, because I will pretermit you, but if that's where you need to be then so be it."

screwing, this was too easy. My wife smiled up at me as I brought her a hot mug of Mint Tea.

"Ohhhh I need this,"she said hugging the mug before taking a drink.

"Thanks for understanding honey,"I smiled sitting future to her. For a fifty-something woman, my wife was kind of very fit. Still slim, the right bra kept her tit firm, and she wore her blue jean tight ...

"I'm going to run to a bath while you drink your tea, you look like you could do to relax for a while. I have wine chilled ... I might even join you."My grin turned to a smirk ...

"Ooooh, you bad boy !"she laughed back at me.

Under book binding of the running water from the main bath, the one with the prominent jacuzzi bath, I took out my phone.

"Little missy, this weekend is alright. Get the train to Leeds. Meet me at 2pm at the post. We will take it from there. You will be returned on Sunday."

I crafted my text with as much transience as she had written hers, and smiled at my use of the word ‘ returned ’. It made it sound like she was a ‘ package'a ‘ matter'or a ‘ chattel ’, to be transported under the directional whim of others. I grinned to myself picturing her reading this.

We would require no hotel stay over this meter ... we would be entering my underground basement and not leaving ...

I pressed SEND.

piece 8 - The Girl

Trains through the ugly English weather. Going to see her.

Clickety clack.

Snuggled by the window.

Clickety clack.

Reading Olivia Gatwood. So gorgeous. She is. Her writing is. What would she think ?

Badly. Of us. I think. Or maybe not. We are chosing. I think.

N-town.

Her.

pizza, telly, bed. Kisses. lover. sexual love her. Sweet soft sexy.

Ping. The phone.

kiss. Ca n't stop.

Him. Tomorrow at 2. At the station.

Fuck.

So, it 's happening. And I 'm betray scared. And shit excited. Hug her. We 're both scared excited. Fuck !

Trains. Again. A pillock early jump. We decided we wanted to get the most from the weekend ...

So around 7.15 and a modification at Chesterfield.

Get in by 9ish. Fucking sex. So so scared. textual matter him.

So he knows now. Two fucked up girls on the way to be hurt by him however he fucking wants. And returned. On Sunday.

Fuck.

And my poor hired hand still hurting.

Footsie under the table. The yoke next to us have no fucking idea. What we are going to Leeds for.

Smile at her. She 's so amazingly beautiful. So have sex gorgeous. And we 're going so he can hurt us.

Clickety clack.

Almost there.

Nine passport by. Suburbs. Dirty spot. Clackety click. Screeching to stop.

Two girls on the platform.

Two pretty young girls.

A bit unquiet. prick our rim. Scared. Excited.

seed to be hurt and hurt bad.

Two pretty weirdo girls. Wondering. Fucking brainsick little girl. And no-one else knows ...

And we 're so fucking excited.

About the idea of being hurt by him.

I love her so a good deal ....

office 9 - The Guy

The nighttime before. Alone. In the bathroom.

Excited like a stripling. Mind working on overdrive ... Like a teenager.

love her, Red ! Love you more my Little Girl !

Ca n't wait. Erect. Turned on. Wank but edge only and dribble. Do n't desire to waste it.

Still hard. sharpness repetition. Edge repetition. Fuck I am aching for tone ending, aching for Red's body. Aching for yours more.

This time boundaries will be pushed. final result can not be guaranteed. Be scared, be terrified and be very afraid ...

"There you are,"My wife looked up from her Word as I sauntered into the animation room.

"What ?"She says, angling her read/write head. I must have had the look of lust on my cheek, or something, for her to ask the question in such a random manner.

"Take off the gown."I say with moderate assertion. I was going to redeem it for them. economize my spermatozoon, my thick, Patrick White seed ... though not so heavyset anymore since the vasectomy. But still plentiful and I would sire Sir Thomas More for them.

She furrowed her brow back at me.

"outdoor stage the fuck up and ingest off the gown. NOW !"I repeated.

I saw her swallow intemperately."But I'm ..."

"Naked underneath,"I finished off for her,"Yes I know. Now take it off or do I call for to do it for you."

My married woman stood and the thin nightgown slipped from her shoulders. It was all she had worn since the bath. I hadn't joined her then, but my subsequent wanking and intellection of them had pushed me beyond the sharpness, and now my dismission couldn't hold. I moved to her and grabbed her by the radical of her haircloth, pulling back, exposing her neck for my mouthpiece ...

She liked it like this, my married woman, well sometimes at least, and so she whimpered as I attacked her smooth material body with my lips.

My exempt helping hand closed over her let on knocker, not quite so unwaveringly without the fettering of a bra, but they felt good.

"I missed you so much ..."she whispered as I threw her face first over the frame. As I thrust my erection into her high, exposed slipperiness opening, it was mentation of my slight female child and her flame haired friend that fuelled my lustfulness. When I came oceanic abyss inside my married woman's pliable, soaking wet cunt, it was all I could do to give up myself from crying out for them ...

******

The followers forenoon saw the conditions bit ugly. Today was the day ... shag !

The ‘ Heartstart'portable defibrillator from Philips had been on charge all night. Most surgeon and older advisor had such a machine, it proved a requisite tool for some emergencies. Never had I imagined using it in the way I intended to over the side by side 24 hours though.

Sitting at the table by the window I stared at the MacBook CRT screen spread in forepart of me. I had found an academic opus on Waterboarding, an audience on YouTube, and was avidly watching, and listening through my headphones ...

INTERVIEWER : Tell me, Doctor, what is it about waterboarding that makes it so contentious ?

DOCTOR X : kickoff of all, it can do a range of very serious injuries. These include lung damage, broken bones due to the vehemence with which victims struggle against their chasteness, Einstein scathe from oxygen depletion, pneumonia, hyponatraemia - that's a rare but deadly condition caused by want of sodium in the parentage - right through to suffocation, choking on vomitus, or dry drowning. But what makes it especially controversial is that, unlike other abrasive interrogative proficiency, it is specifically designed to take the issue as close to end as possible.

I could hardly contain myself. Fuck yes, this was going to be damned life-threatening, edgy in the extreme. I continued to listen.

INTERVIEWER : And each time the interrogator just pour the water over the cloth ?

Dr. X : Exactly. According to the US Internal Documents we have studied, by its own design Waterboarding"closely replicates"the sensation of drowning.

INTERVIEWER : So, the theme isn't actually in any danger ?

DOCTOR X : The language is misleading. The subject area IS drowning, just not underwater. Interrogators are instructed to pour the urine when a political detainee has just exhaled, so that he or she is forced to consume water system directly into the lungs. That's drowning, by any medical definition. Interrogators are also allowed to force the water down a detainee's throat using their men. [ READS FROM MEMO ]"The interrogator may cup his hands around the detainee's nozzle and oral cavity to dam the runoff, in which sheath it would not be possible for the detainee to breathe at all during the application of the water."And here, a piffling later : [ READS ]"We understand that weewee may get in - and accumulate in - the detainee's mouth and nasal cavity, preventing him or her from breathing."

INTERVIEWER : So, there is a very rattling risk of expiry ? DOCTOR X : Inevitably so ...

I had heard enough. My erection was already burgeoning. The next 24 hours were going beyond phantasy. I could not wait.

I removed the phone and looked outside over the gardens. The souse green and myriad colour of Spring and summer, and to a certain extent fall, disappeared in the Winter, giving way to a sparse presentation of desolate outlines.

The weather outside was awful. It hadn't rained for a while, not really since that metre when I first had my lilliputian little girl in the woods, but now the torrent had been falling all night, a relentless, depressing torrent that battered the methamphetamine acid before me.

At ten o'clock on Saturday morning it was so cloud-covered and shadow that the security system lights were still on remote, and, despite their sullen yellow public eye, I could barely see the outlines of the tree diagram arm, now devoid of their foliage, across the lawns through the thick sheet of body of water that poured down.

"Dreadful atmospheric condition,"my wife observed, stepping to me and sliding her arms around my waist from behind."Do you really have to go to this thing ?"

I placed my hands on hers and nodded. “'Fraid so beloved, I'm hosting a focal point group on the use of portable defibrillators in an emergency situation. Having to take my own darn auto !"A lie that covered the unpalatable truth.

I felt her head balance on my back as my phone vibrated in my pocket. I turned and kissed my wife. But I needed to dampen from her, urinate the genial transition from dependable hubby to my other image, the one that two Young girls were travelling a hanker way to suffer in just a few hours.

As I retrieved my clothes bag, packed with a few ‘ cover floor'dress and toiletries, I opened the message.

"We're here. Having coffee berry in the Weatherspoons pub at the station. Can we fit before 2 ?"

My heart raced. They were here and they were so damn early.

I had affair to buy before meeting them, and it was me that dictated the price, me that held the control here. Her text was timed at 10:15am.

"No, we can't. You get to bask a wild-eyed few hour with Red in the big urban center Centre, but we can consume a small variety of program. Nearer the meeting prison term capitulum out of the City via the briny University. You will derive across a large expanse of forage. It's called Woodhouse moor. There's a pocket-size car park. Meet me there at 1pm. You might need to buy an umbrella for the walk."

I pressed SEND.

******

It was xv transactions to one o'clock when I found myself just a shortsighted distance away from the Moors Car commons. The Defib machine was in the thrill of the car, along with my all-night bag and a second bag now filled with rope, overseas telegram standoff, gator clips, duct tape, nooky and nails, a hammer, a drill and a enceinte, powerful hair dryer. I also had a vibrator, a orotund wand than I used before. All particular that I had picked up and ante up hard cash for from a variety of sources over the preceding couple of hours, even the hair drier, all except the practice and hammer ... those I already had.

The moorland were ahead of me now, in full panorama. A vast area of grass either side of a busy chief road that bridged the city Centre with the nearby pupil territory feeding the University.

I felt my excitement ascent as I clicked on the indicator to turn into the car parkland. It was deserted on a day like this, pissing it down with rain ... empty all except for two young scholarly person standing huddled under a large umbrella.

I parked the car and, peering through the windscreen between the swipe of the wiper blades, I looked out at them.

Red, the taller of the two, a little more Junoesque with her brightly coloured hair, tied up today ... and then my lilliputian girlfriend. The one that I truly loved. The one that I wanted to offend the most.

They both turned to count at me and suddenly I was no recollective the honest husband, the get surgeon that earned such a effective living and lived in a big star sign overlooking the countryside, looking after his wife and family ... I was their man. The deviant they needed. The dominant who would use them and smart them. That man was back inside me now and how I had missed him.

Red, in denim and black cap, hair soaking wet from the rainfall that the umbrella had failed to collect, looked stunning ... my lilliputian little girl in a denim jacket crown, tee shirt and a farsighted flowy, studenty form of bird ... looked equally cover girl and I could already imagine them both naked in my mind's eye.

I got out of the car and immediately felt the needle-like barrage of the rain as it battered itself into me.

I had this minute planned. The succeeding 24 time of day would begin here. Both girl came running over, an zeal about their demeanour.

"We came,"my Little girlfriend said with an enthusiastic statement of the obvious.

I simply nodded and smiled at Red."dear to see you Red,"I said holding out my arms as I ignored the slut. I saw Red furrow her brow at my Little lady friend as she fell into my bosom, but that was all part of the plan to bring down the slut to the level of naught. Ignored. Used. Hurt. It's what she wanted, wasn't it ?

I opened the room access for Red, the front passenger threshold, saying"Get in quickly, out of this damn rain."

"Shall I get in here,"My Little female child was already moving to open the posterior door.

"You will detain out in the fucking rain until I say so. You take the umbrella,"I instructed Red. She did and as she got in the car, I took it from her so that I could compensate my-self.

The slattern stood chill, exposed fully to the clemency of the rain, her haircloth plastered to her chief. I moved to her and, in a move not unlike the one I used on my wife the previous evening, grabbed the wet curls with my free hand to twist her neck and head so that she faced me while her soundbox was facing a different guidance. She gasped and I grinned.

"return off your jacket."I ordered.

She looked incredulous as if to say,"What, out here in this conditions, you must be joking."But she said none of that, and in instant she stood in just a tee shirt which was quickly soaked, clinging to her like bit skin, her mamilla, despite the bra she wore, were sticking out like bullets.

"Now the tee shirt."Closing her eyes, she paused, but only for a import. As I watched her battle to deplume the wet top up and over her head, I felt my seawall frisson. Her workforce were still bandaged and I could see how awful it was still for her to use them. I would inspect them when we arrived at the basement.

I could see her scars, some healed, some healing and others still looking a little angry.

I dragged her by the fuzz to the back of the car. I opened the boot doorway and ordered her in.

She looked up at me and her oculus once more rundle, this clip silently saying"In here, in the screw boot while she is in the straw man with you ?"But those lyric were never said, and in the slut climbed.

"The bra please."I think she knew that was coming and despite the curtail hired hand use, she quickly handed me the underwear. I stared at her chest. My aspiration the other night had pictured them without a mar, but that was not what they were like. Still full-of-the-moon and firm of course of study, they were scarred with the pocket-sized, recovered puncture marks from the skewers and the weal marks of the whip. Beautiful.

As I pulled the secure- pet netting over her, bird risen as high as her thighs, my slattern was forced to lay down on her side. I cablegram tied her wrist behind her rear and closed the lid of the flush room access securing her inside and out of sight.

As I lowered the wet umbrella and opened the driver's door I smiled at Red, then started the car.

portion 10 - The missy

See you at one ? What the fuck !

We get up fucking early and he says see you at one ?

Jeez.

In fucking Leeds ?

Whatever.

Another coffee.

Her across the table. Sweet lovely her.

And ... why rush ?

Shit. We want the hours to cannonball along so he can strip us and hurt us.

nooky mad.

lecture to her.

What do you think he 'll do she asks.

Do n't care. Up to him. That 's the deal. He can hurt me how he likes. I like that. Not knowing.

I 'm stupid mad crazy.

I know I am.

I do n't care. He can fucking kill me if he wants. As long as he does n't set my face. As long as it hurts.

That 's me. Fuck. How is this me ?

A long walk. In the pelting. It always rains here. And then we wait. In the rain.

Him.

peeing down.

She gets in. Smiles at me.

He tells me to get my jacket off. It 's fucking raining.

Hard.

Cold.

He can. Whatever he wants. I want him to do this.

I know.

T-shirt.

I know,

Into the back

I know.

He does n't hold to ask

Bra off.

Tits soaked.

Hair soaked.

My fucking hands hurt.

He can do what he fucking wants. That 's what I want. nada. Just what he wants.

This weekend my body is n't mine.

That 's how I want it.

His.

To sleep with with.

I 'm scared.

I 'm dazed piece of tail dullard. I have a life.

I do n't care.

I want him to hurt me.

I like this,

I like how this has started. I want it.

I want it.

parting 11 - The Guy

"So, she's with you now ?"Pulling out onto the independent road once more I turned to verbalize with Red.

She just stared back at me and paused before responding,"You locked her in the flush ?"

I laughed.

"In the fucking thrill ?"She sounded even more incredulous.

"feel Red, I'm in billing here, I dictate the full term and if I say the strumpet goes cold and wet, half naked into the boot of my car then that is what happens."

We sat in silence for a short while, as the friend contemplated what was going on here.

"So, are you two together now ... you know, an item ?"I tried the same motion another way.

This clip she nodded."Yeah, I guess so. She dumped him, the BF, and we've kissed n fucked n material since we left you utmost weekend, so ..."

good. I liked that.

It took no more than twenty minutes of driving on the rain-soaked route to get us the hospital. The main construction and wings were occupy, as they always were at weekends, mainly with visitors. But there wasn't many people actually out on the streets or in the entry given the inclement weather, which made our presence quite everyday as we drove round the side, and then the back, past the car park I had been heading towards when I first discovered this building, so that we could stop out of sight near to the entrance to the basement ... my basement ... our basement.

"okey, we're here. I said coming to a halt."

"Where are we ?"Red said,"And what are you planning ?"

I just smiled and got out indicating that she should do likewise.

The pelting had actually eased a piddling and so we were getting less wet as I opened the boot and pulled back the pet-secure netting.

"Get out Little cunt ..."I said with aggression.

"Please be nicer to her ..."Red began to say, but stopped curt when she saw my glare.

My Little missy shuffled out of the car. And stood with head and eyes downcast.

"Strip her naked."I issued the command and saw the supporter facial expression at the slut, who nodded.

"I give the fucking guild here Red. If I say strip her, then strip her whatever she fucking well wants."My growl ensured that no more dissent was forthcoming and so in seconds the flowing annulus, pumps and my slut's skimpy panty had been removed.

"Good,"I remarked, apprising my short miss's naked body with an admiring eye.

Moving to her I gripped my piffling girlfriend's hair in my fist once more. She gasped as I pulled and wrick, but the gasps turned to a sob as I parted her thighs and began to slowly stroke her cunt, not opening her, not yet, just stroking the full distance from her perineum to her clit and back again, metre after time until she cried out and her knees wobbled.

I laughed and let her go. On the edge of her climax my piffling Girl resumed her berth with a trembling stance.

The pelting was coming steadily again now.

"Stay just here,"I said to the loose woman, moving her to the side of the construction, away from the shelter of the raised car kicking door,"Red and I will unpack."

By the time the admirer and I had taken my bags, the defibrillator, and the early accessories down the stone steps, lit the taper and paved the way for our entry, a further twenty minutes had passed by for my picayune Girl to brook shivering, dripping wet. I would need to be measured she didn't capitulation ill from pic ...

"Move it bitch,"I ordered, pushing the jade forward towards the footmark. Red was already down there in the stale basement computer storage room, waiting.

The car was locked, hidden from sight and so as the entrance door clicked quietly closed, we were in. There would be no turning back now.

******

I never actually said the Book"Waterboarding ”, but it didn't take either of them long to realise what was going to pass, not when they saw the items that I had readied for our arrival. pail and bricks and wood and ...

"You're gon na ‘ Board us ?"Red could spoke the words quietly, a choke coil in her vocalisation very definitely there.

I nodded,"Oh yes, and in so many different manner ..."

There was a secretiveness at first and then the auditory sensation of a stabilise water flow. I looked one shot to see my Little girlfriend pissing herself. Her center closed, her legs parted a slight for puff as the golden arc gushed from between her legs.

"I ... I'm sorry,"she whispered, the ignominy evident in her tone.

"Are you scared,"I asked her.

"Y ... yes,"she stammered her reaction,"V ... very much."

"And so you should be, you both fucking well should be."I was enjoying this preamble.

"What's the Shock Machine for ?"Red was still asking questions, whereas my ashamed and already humiliated footling female child was happy to expect quietly, standing in the pool of her own urine, custody still cable system tied behind her back and contemplate her portion silently.

"Use your imagination girl,"I growled back at the flame-haired beauty.

"roll in the hay !"was all that I heard in response.

I diverted my attention to the slut. I needed to check her wounds, but first an old metal pail filled with pee from the tap was used by me to swill the piss from the Oliver Stone floor.

"You dirty little cunt,"I grinned at her."If that happens again you get to clobber it up, understand ?"

Nothing.

"Do. You. Understand. Me ?"

The slut nodded her head.

"Good, now stand still."I moved around her examining the welt and scar. All were healing well, and to be fair I hadn't really hurt her with the whip last weekend, it was more about her hands.

"Did you change the grooming like I said ?"

My Little girl nodded. I knew she had because the hand bandages she wore today were make clean without any trace of seepage. I knew that underneath the yap would be sealing already, congealed with clotting blood that would now be forming a blackleg. In a hebdomad or two, when the scabs came loose, there would be just a lowly round shaped cicatrice either side of each decoration, and that would be all.

I clipped the cable sleeper loose and allowed the slut to free her wrists.

"Is this really a good idea ?"Red sounded far more than cautious ; her voice showed that she was becoming really scared.

I just turned to expect at her. The flame-haired friend still fully dressed as opposed to me stark naked, bring out Little female child, dripping in her own piss.

"You can leave now if you wish Red ?"

I hoped she wouldn't go. I wanted to use her too, and the last thing my short young lady and I needed was someone who knew what we did but wasn't a part of it.

"No, I want to stay."She replied quietly whilst chewing on her bottom lip.

"Good ..."Red smiled weakly back at me.

"Now lay on the board."I addressed the slut and she looked down at the long plank arranged between two minuscule sight of bricks so that it was raised a little off the floor.

My Little missy looked up and me, tears streaking her chinchy eye makeup and she said,"Am I going to die ?"

role 12 - The Girl

In the book binding of his car. Under some sort of net. Like a dog. Wet, cold, half-naked.

Shivering.

frigidness and wet and scared and thrilled.

I do n't mind. I want this. But I 'm fucking scared.

No idea where we are. I can hear the wiper arm and the rainfall and him talking to Abi.

Stopping. I can only see the rain through the back window.

He opens the boot.

She 's there.

He calls me a cunt. severalize me to get out. OK. I do.

William Tell her to unclothe me. I look at her. We 're in some public home. Like a campus or hospital or something. But that 's in the distance. Here it 's like an old abandoned factory or storage warehouse or something. I think this is the place.

She does n't desire to strip down me.

But she does. That 's well. I like it. The rain on me. Behind the building. But it 's fucking cold.

They leave me there. I begin to retrieve. What will he do to me ? I 'm so scared.

Eventually he drags me in.

It 's like a cellar.

I can see the things he has ready. We both can. Abi sees it. She says it. Waterboarding.

Waterboarding. Images in my thinker. He can kill me doing that. He can smart me and terrify me and there wo n't be any marks.

Apart from where he ties me down.

Those will mark.

Then the other stuff.

ass. He 's going to electrocute me. I ca n't help it. I feel my piss running down my legs. So blinking frightened.

But so fucking excited.

This is really going to ache. I so want this. I want to spite so much. But I 'm affright. I think I do n't require to die. Not here.

Abi 's scare away. He tells her she can leave alone. She says no. I 'm remedy, I so want her with me.

He didn't tell me that I could leave.

He tells me to lie down.

I am really shite scared. It 's for real number. I thought I was imagining but it 's for real number. And it will jump so soon. And it will be tremendous and I am so lie with scared.

I 'm on the board. I look up at him, look up at Abi.

I 'm crying. I ca n't assist it. My belly is the likes of booster cable. My heart is trembling. I 'm so, so scared.

I 'm going to be helpless. Just like I wanted. I 'm going to hurt so much. He can do what he likes.

I 'm scared. 'Am I going to die ?'I ask him. I do n't require to die. I just want to spite. I really want to hurt. Naked and helpless and hurting. I want it so much.

But I 'm so fucking scared ...

component 13 - The Guy

She was scared, my small miss. I mean really scared. I had never seen her eyes so filled with terror ... terror and tears.

Her simpleton dustup"Will I die ?"were bordering on being heart- break, even to me, her torturer.

"Please, Sir, don't do this ..."Red was still pleading for her friend, her lover ... and she called me ‘ Sir'in her desperation to appeal to my uncouth sense. But this vista transcended commons sense, it transcended anything at all ...

"Yes, I believe you will, Little Girl,"was all I said in response to the slut's dubiousness. I had already tied thick string around the jade's neck, securing her to the wooden plank, and was currently interfering tying the same binding around her ankles. She made no movement to get up, despite my fatalistic reply, but it wouldn't have mattered if she had struggled, because she was already bound to the dining table. As the strumpet whimpered, I looked down at the mark Brand near to her mound. I fingered it, touching the healing mark ...

"You will always be mine Little Girl."

The whimper turned into a moan, or did I imagine that ?

I might well have imagined the slut's groan, but the moan that came from behind me was very real, and caused me to look round especially when I heard the thud that went with it.

I stared at Red, who was crumpled on the moth-eaten storey. Her eyes were unresolved but she looked dizzy, dazed almost ...

"You can't down her ?"It was a question not a statement and as such needed no response.

I continued to tie the slut. Completing the ankle tie I moved to the tops of her second joint. I wrapped respective duration of the twine around her thighs, right at the very top, pulling them together, before tying her articulatio radiocarpea and knotting each wrist rope with the twine around her thighs, securing her hands by her side. I then took the book binding and wrapped it under her stage but around the Wood. The resultant look was very aesthetically pleasing, and as I stood my proud of reflexion most probably showed that was the case.

Kneeling once more, the last tie had gone around my Little Girl's knees, and now she was immovably secured to the long wooden plank that was raised from the ground by a humble stack of bricks and concrete pieces at either end, with the ‘ foot'end being raised higher so that any excess water from the ‘ Boarding would run up her facial expression and into her nose.

I looked back bout at Red, who was now kneeling, her crown and sweater removed to uncover a lean blue robe top.

"Do you want to buss her Red ?"I asked. If my intonation made it sound like the offer was for them to engage in a last kiss then that had been my intention. With a sob her flame-haired Friend crawled over to my slut and, placing a gently deal on her cheek, she lowered her mouth until their lips touched. Then she kissed my short Girl, who kissed her back.

"relocation away,"Finally, after watching them embrace, I issued my orders to Red, and she did. The room was flickering and cast with

large shadows from the wax light, which, unless the automatic bulb was on, which it wasn't, the candles were the only if light we had. We had no indication of night or day outside, rain or shine ... it was like being inside a Pharaoh's tomb ...

The trollop was visibly shaking, and she had clenched her clenched fist in an effort to assure her tremors. Red had moved away and was now backed up against the bulwark, watching everything unfold ...

"And now we begin,"I said, maybe a slight overdramatically.

I wrapped a cloth tightly under my Little Girl's head and then around her face so that she was forced to emit through the coarse cloth. The shape of her open olfactory organ and mouth was clearly defined under the fabric.

Stripped down to my tee shirt, with my free hand I picked up the charge plate jug filled with water from the nearby metal pail, also filled with weewee, and began to pour.

It flowed in a clear, tenuous watercourse over the cloth and for a long consequence nothing happened. Then, with a sudden gasp, my lilliputian Girl released the breath she'd been holding and inhaled the water.

She choked violently, her limbs convulsing, her header shaking from side to side in a unrestrained endeavor to deny the melted entree to her mouth.

"Savior,"I heard Red grumble."This is unbearable."I turned my heading briefly to await around but the young woman with the long flame hair kept on watching.

On and on I poured. Glancing at the mobile phone at my side away from the piss pour ... I knew how long each application of water would lastly. After exactly twenty irregular, I stopped.

shedding back the cloth my trollop stared extensive eyed at the ceiling. She couldn't draw breath, and when her heart began to bulge I immediately pushed her face to the incline so that she could vomit the liquid content of her stomach away from her body.

"ass this, you have to stop, please stop."But Red's pleading only spurred me on, and her plea endeavor were somewhat debase given that she made no try to move away from her vantage point.

Leaning into my lilliputian daughter, and with an almost gentle cutaneous senses, I smoothed the wet hair out of her eye, tucking it back behind one ear. The slut was still shaking, the reverence screening in her face.

My Little One held her breath as I stroked her breast, enjoying the feel of her wet, arduous nipple. I could tell that it wasn't a witting decision but an instinct, her body saying, ‘ no you can not let this happen to you ’. But she could only hold it so long, and of course of instruction I knew that. I also knew that by pausing like this, waiting for her to inhale, increased the genial anguish and the ultimate impact.

When, finally, my niggling lady friend drew a breath, a dandy heave inhalation of the air her body was screaming for, it wasn't air she sucked in but water. I decanted the second pouring with perfect timing. Water filled her throat and lungs like cement, and with it would descend a dash of pain that would only made her pant for yet more air. And there was none, only more water.

Her lungs would be exploding and the press between her ear would be immense. It would be like that moment when you swam submersed as far as you could and earn you had to get to the surface, fast. But here there was no surface.

Then I reached my time and abruptly, the flow of water ceased. I peeled away the cloth again and for a instant I thought it was too late, that she was going to mislay consciousness. But then, with a massive effort from within her heaving bureau, she forced herself to fight for air.

Spluttering and gasping, turning her principal herself this time, the slut once more regurgitate up what was in her lungs, the water spluttering out of her in a fountain, and she was alive.

There were no words, but she sobbed, hard, an action that only used up more energy and breath.

"And now again,"I heard myself saying. As my slight fille shook her fountainhead violently in deaf-and-dumb person protest, I tightened the textile over her face once more, waited for the inevitable inhalation and I poured again. This prison term for longer.

Her body shook ...

I kept on pouring ...

Her hips convulsed, thrusting up as far as the binding would allow her ...

I tightened the fabric and continued to pour.

My cock was hard, my heart was racing. I had never been this consumed by lustfulness before, ever !

Her head tried to attract away from the cloth ...

But I held it firm, over her expression and retain on pouring ...

She mewed, and choked, and writhed like a fish in her bondage.

But I only pulled the material even tighter, pushed some of it directly into her mouth, and tipped even more H2O onto her face.

My Little fille's struggles slowed, her chest stopped heaving, her soundbox ceased it's lascivious squirming ... the textile over her brass was rendered motionless ...

... And this sentence she died.

role 14 - The missy

He 's tying me. Tight. I like it. My feet slightly higher than my oral sex. Tight. I like being tied tightly.

I 'm not thinking about what 's to number. But I am.

I 'm humming Lana Del Ray in my psyche ... 'Got my bad infant by my heavenly side/I know if I go I 'll die glad tonight .'

She kisses me.

'Kiss me backbreaking before you go/Summertime sadness .'I kiss her. I love her.

'And now we begin'he says.

I am fucking scared.

But I want this too. Too much.

My batch is swallowed by a fabric. Held tight. I know what 's succeeding. But I don't.

Wetness clings tight to me. Filling my olfactory organ and lip. So ? I think.

more. More than I can imagine.

More.

I hold my breath. I ca n't. I just ca n't. I ca n't think. FUCK !

Free ! I can hardly puff. Fuck. I 'm puking water. screw ! tinker's dam. spinal column. More.

I want. I fucking do n't. I want to stop. I do n't !

I want to fucking breathe !

My cunt hurts.

I feel so hump hot.

I ca n't jazz breathe !

I 'm shaking ! Every bit of me. shtup I love this.

I hate this !

So jazz much. cast !

Again. Back again.

Fuck ! My school principal hurts. Everything hurts. I ca n't see anything.

Fuck.

'Honey, I 'm on fire, I feel it everywhere/Nothing scares me

anymore ...'

Fuck ... I ca n't fucking breathe. Fuck ... piece of tail ...

fuck ...

I 'm drowning. I 'm fucking drowning. My breast hurts. My head hurts. I 'm drowning. It hurts ... It hurts ...

I 'm electric. I 'm so get it on beautiful ... roll in the hay ....

He likes me weak. He likes me imperfect ... then I 'm so beautiful.

I 'm so beautiful ...

I hurt.

I do n't

I hurt.

swimming. Sun. Kisses ... kiss ... kisses ...

osculation ...

persona 15 - The Guy

I heard the puking, choking sound behind me and I turned to see Red puking in a box. That would smell out, I needed to swill it away, just as soon as I had brought my Little fille back to life.

"Bring me the defib now Red !"I shouted my command whilst slitting the twine ties around the slut's neck.

"Now !"I repeated as I reached into the nearby accessories bag to retrieve the ‘ Oxygen Plus'cannisters.

"You fucking ... k ... k ... killed her !"Red was incredulous, but yet she knew what she was looking at was real.

"The defibrillator now Red, or you friend really will die."

I tipped the hussy's fountainhead back, stretching her neck and opening her airwaves. I placed the small-scale mask over her rima oris, pinched her wind and released the oxygen in five little outburst into her. This was better than ‘ a kiss of life ’, more oxygen ... Sir Thomas More quickly.

"Has she had a ... heart onrush, Mister ?"

Still calling me Mister, still no name calling ... I smiled to myself.

"No Red, she hasn't, her breathing was stopped due to the deficiency of oxygen to her brain. A minute or two more and we could be causing brain damage so we need to ..."

"We ?"Red interjected. I laughed again.

Connecting the launch pad to dry share of my Little Girl's chest I clicked and released. Her nubile and used body bounced away from the wood as far as the remaining tie-in would set aside."But this shock will give birth her heart pumping the right degree of blood with pretty a lot contiguous effect."

I repeated the jolting shock.

In seconds the jade was retching, and coughing, spluttering out what looked like gallons of water system, but really wasn't. I held her head to the side so that her air passage remained unobstructed and stroked her cheek as she began to cry.

She was alert ... and ready for more ! I stood and looked at Red.

"Go slops that puke you disgusting puss,"I said with aggression to the friend.

"Don't call me that, please."

"Just fucking do it, and take a drink from one of those energy drink cartons I brought. Get rid of the taste from your mouth."

I heard the water system slops and she drank and then she stood looking at me ... waiting.

"flight strip ..."I ordered.

"Are you gon na ‘ dining table me too ?"She asked, her Book intoned in percentage with fear and in far, maybe more, part with fervour.

Whilst being characteristically different, they really were two of a kind, my short young lady and her flaming haired friend.

"Maybe,"I responded,"Now get your clothes off."

I turned my position to watch, as, nodding at me, Red pulled her reduce aristocratical vest top over her head and off, letting it float to the floor. Short work was made of the matching blue sky bra and, toeing off her shoes, she wriggled provocatively out of her dungaree. Facing me wearing only bootleg lacing panties, I nodded at her and she wound them down to impart her standing facing me totally, gloriously naked.

Stretching her weaponry high gear, she ran her hands through her hair, accentuating her breasts and posture ...

ass, she was physically beautiful in every way, perfectly statuesque ...

Goddess like, almost.

"Come here,"I gave Red her side by side instruction. She moved to put up over both the adulteress and I as I knelt by her side. There were no window in this place and the shadower from wax light cast an eerie glumness over our vignette.

I was achingly erect, my rooster now sporting a lasting hard-on. I needed gratification, and soon. But not quite yet.

I took the large bulbous ended wand and passed the plug socket end to Red."Go spark plug this in ..."

A still coughing Little girl looked up at me with wide oculus."Did I die ?"She asked.

I nodded,"Yes my sweetly slovenly woman, you did. But we saved you."

She smiled with a dreamy, docile flavour on her face."Thank you,"she whispered, and then she grunted as I shoved the sceptre between her thighs, forcing the large objective into the gap that wasn't there. But pushing grueling I was able to open up her thigh enough to secure the wand in spot and then slide it upwards so that it forced its malevolently intended way into her twat, her swollen labia enveloping around the head, sucking it in.

"kneel by her pussy, Red, and do as I say."She moved into position as I moved back to my slut's head.

"Massage her clit."I smiled as the friend's fingers moved to my Little fille's slit and began to tease the solidifying lilliputian nub that was surfacing above the bulbous wand head.

The trollop groaned and began to twist, pushing into Red's extend to. I retied new string around her neck, just as tightly as before, and picked up the still wet cloth. Dropping it onto the Little One's face I left it a few seconds and then removed it, to see her gasp for air, her breathing now impacted by her response to Red's ministrations and the wet cloth restricting her atomic number 8 supply.

"switching on the baton Red."

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk !"My Little young woman stiffened and pushed her jetty into the vibrating trespasser. A wonderfully pleasant-tasting sight.

"Now leave her cunt to the wand, it will stick in plaza on its own, and play with her titty, use your mouth and fingers, make them hurt, make the slut cry out.

And she did. Squeezing the Little miss's mammilla in between her fingers and pollex, biting them ... the slut was clearly confused as to which adept to concentre on, the pleasure or the bother. But then, as, in her semi orgasmic state of subspace, she gasped for breath, exhaling a gaudy groan, and that was my cue to fasten the cloth around her face and pour more water over her mask features.

This time her excruciation was ecstasy. I could see a arrant precis of her pretty case clearly plastered to the soaking wet fabric as she writhed to the wand, squirmed to Red's painful touch and struggled to breathe at all.

I took away the textile and she gasped, shaking her wet hair from side to side like a dog. She cried out something completely unintelligible, which was a waste of energy and oxygen, because I immediately tightened the cloth once more and pulled it, stretching it to its maximum before pouring pee on her face again.

"She's cumming,"It was Red's vocalization, quiet and understated, but correct in its statement. My footling daughter was indeed enduring a orgasm. Her blotched skin, the intensity level of her second joint, trembling, pushing inwards at the vibe.

And so I released the cloth and enjoyed the pile before me of the slut's wide center, her raised head and her completely rigid eubstance forcing out the coming that was running amok inside her naked, bound and abused consistence ...

And she screamed so loudly that I was sure as shooting mortal would pick up us ... but there was no one around and so the slovenly woman's loud, plaintiff shout went completely unappreciated by anyone but Red and I ...

division 16 - The Girl

Fuck ! I 've been kicked in the knocker ! What the ass !

Shit.

I 'm fucking being sick.

Shit !

piece of ass !

Fuck !

Fuck ! I 'm alive. I think ...

FUCK !

I think I 'm alive. I ask him. He says yes. fucking. So I guess he can do it some more I think. I know he will.

I blink.

My face is covered with whatever. spit. Vomit. My heart are full of water.

I can see her. Naked. Her fingers in her whisker. Red hair. So fucking gorgeous.

Something in me.

Between my legs. So ...

Shit.

Good !

So ... fucking sweet.

So ...

Oh my fucking god !

So ...

Jezus I want this so much. So much ! She 's touching me. This matter. FUCK !

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk !"

kissing my tits. Biting. I fucking love her. shit it 's hurting. screwing !

He 's going to do it again. YEEES ! ! I want him to !

Water.

Ca n't breathe.

Feel my body losing control. bouncing. Cunt burn. SO piece of ass

AMAZING ! ! !

Fucking hellhole ! Where the hell am I ? I 'm lost ! FUCKING hell on earth !

SO ass near !

I 'm bouncing !

I 'm so out of control !

I love this sooo much !

I 'm drowning. I 'm coming ! Soooo unspoilt ! Soooo good !

eye blink my middle open. Look at my heavy, messy fucked up torso. appear at her beautiful fucking body. piece of ass sexual love HER !

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh ! ! ! ! ! ! Yeaaaaaaaaaah !

principal and pyrotechnic and every flaming thing and the dependable fucking coming ever in my whole know life story !

Fucking amazing beautiful fucking Abi ! Fucking stick beautiful fucking thing !

I never want this to stop. I want this soooo fucking much !

Part 17 - The Guy

Both young woman looked across at me and I nodded. My Little Girl grinned and, despite her hands still being bandaged, she began a slow crawl towards her devotee ...

After the Waterboarding orgasm that the slut had endured/enjoyed I had freed her from the Natalie Wood.

For a long time she had just laid in whimpering mickle, unmoving, eyes closed. The aliveness taken from her once more, at least metaphorically speaking, by the intensity of the orgasm combined with the ‘ Boarding and the vibe. Too many aesthesis, a myriad of complexity that is too tough to process and too all-consuming to rationalise. So, she just lay there.

She looked stunning, the strumpet ... my beautiful slight Girl. Her heaving chest, the bell ringer of the twine adorning her body.

The candles were flickering now as they wore down. There was no phone signal down here but the sound's clock still worked, and so having picked them up at 1pm, and driven straight here, we had been ‘ in the setting'for over 4 hr already.

The strength had taken its toll.

I looked over at where Red sat with her cover to the insensate wall, her jacket placed over her shoulders.

Her eyes too were closed. This academic session, hot on the heel of the woodland last week, had been too much for her. She looked eat, as, of row, did the slut.

And so, feeling the strain on my lviii twelvemonth old body, I too had taken the clip to reside up. Don't get me wrongfulness, I was rampant and desperate to fuck them both, certainly the need to release my juices was becoming all consuming. But body process such as this take their toll on me as well, and so I had snatched some residue, before distributing energy drinks all troll from my bag. The vigour inducing crapulence were very welcome if the guzzling that ensued was anything to go by !

But now we were back at it. And so, as my little Girl crawled over towards her lover, her flame-haired friend, I reached down inside my jeans. flipped the button and pulled down the zipper, to take hold of my rock-hard cock, making sure they could see me slowly stroking myself.

Red looked up and smiled as my little fille approached, pendulous breast swinging, lips being chewed, eyes heavy with lustfulness ...

"Baby I'm so good-for-naught,"Red begged so delightfully, in such a kernel rendering manner, for forgiveness from the slut, presumably for aiding and abetting the extreme activity that had been doled out thus far.

"Shhhhh,"replied my short miss, and moved her finger to Red's backtalk, before she kissed her lover's brass all over ... nose, boldness, ears, cervix and her soft, swollen lips.

And then they were locked in passionate embraces, open-mouthed, clapper engaged ... kissing, their hands all over one another and it made me moan ... out loud.

At that split second, they both broke off their kiss and looked straight down at my hand, planted firmly in my jeans.

Momentarily the tantrum in the quick basement froze, but when I started to prompt my hand again, with their eyes gazing at me, the slut looked me in the eye and said ...

"Take it out, all the way, your cock ..."she urged me to unwrap my erection and I happily obliged by divesting myself of my jean, and then sat back in a comfortable position, putting one hand behind my head word. Closing my center, I openly masturbated for them.

With a glimpse out of one eye, I saw them still watching me.

"You taking pity on a short old man ?"I grinned at them, my speech a short irritate as my juices began to heighten up from my balls.

The slut and Red both laughed, and as my eye flickered out-of-doors I saw them, staring at my fist which was rhythmically stroking my fully erect rooster, before I once again, closed my eyes to become lost in my own cosmos of utmost fantasy.

I heard and sensed them, as they moved towards me, and I felt a hand on top of mine. Deft fingers moved in calendar method of birth control with my own, wanking me, jerking me off ...

piece of tail, it felt so good ... my hand guiding the touch, varying the speed up and down the inflexible length of my erection.

Another hand joined the get-go and then my bollock were cupped and fondled. Another groan, a meretricious whimper, fuck this felt so secure. So damn good !

Overwhelmed by the sensation I let out a moan and took my hired man away, leaving them with free range of a function to do whatever they wanted. Opening my centre, I watched as the jade and Red slowly stroked my cock, fondling it, moving the primary attention alternately between them. I felt a tongue, sensed warm breath, then I was swallowed ... oh fuck, ohhhhh yessss.

I came. Fuck, I came so hard. A brief glance showed me that it was Red who had claimed my germ, and she sucked me completely dry. Oh, how she sucked me.

After my convulsive, groin thrusting flood tide had dissipated, and my cock was left dripping with residual succus, I looked on while my slut and her flame-haired protagonist locked mouths and clearly swapped my ejaculate from one to the other ...

Mutual chuckling followed their contemporize swallowing and then they were back focused on each other.

They moved together and the slovenly woman pressed Red to the level, pushing her titty against hers, kissing her mouth, hopefully tasting me again, pushing her thigh in between her friend's legs.

I had no idea whether either of them had been with a daughter before they met one another, but the military action here was hot enough for sure.

Red lay under the tidal bore, straddling form of my Little girl, as the slut reached under her lover's consistency to explore the breaking ball of her ass.

As their coupling became more urgent, I watched Red reach up and slide her fingerbreadth between welcoming lips after start stroking the smooth cheek nearby. teeth nipped and they both groaned with what was so obviously mutual desire ...

Red gasped and braced herself for the touch of the slut 's piano finger's breadth as they circled under and around the bottom of her ass impudence and, lifting one leg, teased her loose slit.

Moving deftly down her friend's body, my petty Girl slid her tongue over Red 's swollen labia causing her to whine in reply, her naked consistence trembling. The slut followed up with a long figure sliding into the whirl of her fan 's ass, prodding at the small rose-like hole while she swirled her tongue on Red's clit, which was no incertitude, by now, engorged to bursting !

So obviously desperate for release, Red pushed her groin into the fornicatress's face, and rubbed her self-conceited slit against my Little Girl until she spasmed and cried out in a loud, body shaking climax.

She came hard, throwing back her head and causing a conflagration of flame-like hair to cascade through the air. Stunning !

I was grinning as they lay in a satiated heap of nubile female flesh.

'' That was fun ! '' My Little Girl commented as she stroked Red's glistening hair comfortingly.

'' Is everything okeh ? '' She asked Red.

'' Yes, very ok, '' her friend confirmed with a trench breath and a quick coup d'oeil in my direction.

We had all enjoyed a release of our repressed lecherousness and now it was time to remain the scene. I re-clothed myself and stood up.

Moving a larger firearm of darker wood into position, alike piles of bricks supporting either end, I looked at Red.

"Lay down on it,"I instructed her.

Her eyes widened, and at the same moment my slut began to provocatively jaw at her derriere lip.

"Are you going to ..."she asked, but I nodded and replied"Yes,"before she could finish her sentence.

There was no protest from the taller missy as she untangled herself from the slut and lay on the Sir Henry Joseph Wood as learn. I tied her in a very interchangeable manner to the way in which I had secured my footling female child. Red's puss was swollen and puffy and was superbly highlighted between the taut tie of the string around her thighs. Each girl now had a bed of woods that they could call their own, and the place where the hussy ‘ died'would not suit sullied by somebody else's suffering.

"The Glass jug please,"I held out my mitt to perspective this ‘ other ’, more ornate jug nearby as I pulled the cloth tightly underneath Red's head.

My Little Girl knelt nearby with a prime view of what was about to happen.

Red whimpered, split in her optic, fear on her face. Her net Christian Bible to me before I stretched the cloth over her typeface were,"I don't want to die, please don't let me die ..."

I laughed and began to pour.

division 18 - The young woman

'I 'm so blue'she said.

No grounds to be no-count I though. I loved everything ... 'shhhhh'

I 'm with her. I am close to her. I love her.

I 'm kissing her.

Her lips her face her mouth her capitulum ... her endearing subdued pinna ... Kissing her. She 's so fresh. So soft. I love her so much.

My hands on her. Her hands on me. On my belly, on my mammilla. Fucking gorgeous girl.

He 's wanking himself off. Looking at us. Sweeeeet !

We both know. We both tinge him, kneel, slide our tongues over him. Up, down, coming ... coming.

Into our mouths.

Our smiles linked by a string of cum. Smiling. He 's done. We smile so much. We laugh.

And then pull each former close again. Kissing, feeling, touching so deeply.

Slower and faster and gasping and soundbox sliding.

Fuck I love her.

I love her for ever.

I love her so so much.

Her cunt in my face.

Pumping my mouth.

We slide apart. Slowly. Smile. That was estimable. OK ?

Very OK ...

I know she is. She 's perfect.

Her dead body heaving.

Gasping.

She ca n't stop now. I can feel her organic structure coming. So be intimate amazing. I can only ever have loved this lady friend ... drowning in her gorgeousness, in her sweet red hair.

Fuck I love her !

He sets up another judiciary. I know what for.

Abi knows what for.

This is what we came for. And now I get to watch.

spotter her tortured. My adorable cover girl girl.

Watch her poor devil and gasp and thrash in her hamper. I 'm so screw excited.

I get him the water.

'I do n't want to die ... .'she says. He can wipe out her like he killed me.

She knows that.

She sort of wants it too, I know ...

I do n't take care if he does kill her as long as he kills me too. But not with the water. It 's too easy. Too soft.

I know we want to hurt if he 's going to kill us.

We want to hurt. She wants to hurt.

It 's what we want. We do n't like about dying. We all die. We want to injure and we want him to hurt us.

We want him to nominate us bleed.

It 's quiet. So very quiet. I 've no idea how yearn we 've been here. But I know that there 's time. Plenty.

Time for him to gameboard her.

clock time for him to excruciate us both.

More.

make us hurt.

More. Because we know each early now. And we know what we are. And we know what we want.

We want to smart. To feel pain. To be physical object. To not own our own eubstance. To be his. To torture. To kill if he wants.

And now he starts ... Slowly.

Pouring.

I wish I was her and it was happening all over again ....

I have so much lovemaking for her. I have infinite beloved for her .... I stroke her fount so gently as he starts ...

I wish I was her .... She 's so be intimate beautiful ...

Part 19 - The Guy

The go thing I noticed before securing the cloth tightly over Red's pretty face was how she appeared to give no resistivity left in her. It looked like all she wanted to do was sleep.

But sleep was not on the docket !

I held the fabric face screen tightly in my clenched fist and let the water supply semen, in droplets first of all, but then in a steadying flow and finally a flow that was directed over the synopsis of Red's nose and mouth.

The flame-haired girl was silent, though her body was squirming, performing a writhing desperate dance. The twine held her tightly, digging into her material body, allowing only her stifle to produce away from the wooden display board, and her mole to convulse.

Red's well up cunt looked peachy perfect, crying out for attention.

I released the material and Red sucked in a huge pant of air, still unable though to say anything coherent because of the water that had been ... and was probably still ... streaming down her throat.

I looked at my niggling Girl and smiled. She smiled back. I loved her ... I knew that now. That was the Holy Writ for it. A unknown beloved, I accepted that fact, but it was get laid nonetheless.

I waited for Red to inspire again and then, with perfectly evil timing, I closed the wet material over her features and poured once more. What the Friend had anticipated was going to be oxygen, wasn't. There was no atomic number 8 to be had, just water and then ... more water.

Once more she became a frantic eel-like creature, unable to cry out, being left instead with agitated squirming as her sole demonstrative option.

The board was angled, her head on the downwards slope so that no water escaped without running over her face. Her firm, tattoo decorated boob were riding higher on her chest, a fact that was clearly of no concern as I slowly took the liveliness out of her.

"Pl ... pl ... please ..."She gasped as the material peeled away from her backtalk. It was all she could say before I tightened the towel again and poured the water for a third time.

"The scepter jade, give me the wand."

The instrument was placed into my work force and without time lag I pushed the vibe between Red's second joint. She arched as much as she could, pushing her body into the intrusive phallus and her face into the cloth.

Beautiful.

"Pour more water,"I issued my education handing the jug over to my niggling Girl.

She obeyed and, if anything, she over-poured as I fucked Red mercilessly with the scepter, pushing it hard into her cunt.

As her struggles began to diminish, I removed the cloth, but then in replacement of it, and after a legal brief time so that she could take a small intimation, I closed my hand tightly around her neck and began to move the vibe in a broadsheet motion, pushing it hard into her body.

"F ... fuck ... fuck. ..."Red was trembling, babbling incoherently, cursing wonderfully ...

She arched again, her drumhead thrown back off the wood ... and she came ...

I looked at the Little Girl. She was watching with a degree of intensity as the sexual climax overtook her devotee. Red writhed in climactic exaltation, and as she did I left the wand squeezed tightly in seat between her thighs, put the cloth back over her face and poured more water.

This was too often for the red-haired girlfriend. I knew it would be. She needed to gasp, to breathe in, to manage her orgasm ... but now she couldn't, yet she had to keep trying ... that was what the orgasmic reflex made happen.

Red gagged and choked and shook her head frantically, but in an ever-decreasing manner.

"She's drowning right ?"My Little girlfriend in a plain and simple, matter- of-fact variety of way.

"Yes, she is. Should we let her die ?"I asked.

"Yes,"my Little miss replied, without reluctance. Her response shocked me a little.

"Are you sure ?"I checked.

"Yes, I am,"she replied with equate certainty.

And so, I did. I kept on pouring and, as I did, the most surprise thing happened. The slut, ignoring the death throes of her admirer and devotee, moved to me and, touching my cheek, turned my nerve her way, and kissed me. It was a long passionate candy kiss, spread out mouthed, desire fuelled ... enjoy filled ? Maybe it was, certainly that was the instance from my side.

By the time we broke rid of our embracing Red was utter. Her beautifully ornate body was prostrate ... unmoving ... completely still. No chest of drawers heave, no ventilation, no pulsing. Her bosom were still firm, her nipples remained hard and her pussy was just as swollen as it was when we started this. But she moved no more. Mortem had descended upon her.

I made as if to stand and fetch the atomic number 8 and the defibrillation car. But the slut put her hand on mine.

"Leave her,"she said simply. And then she kissed me again. Her hand moved to the re-forming bulge at my bulwark and she gripped it through my jeans. I pushed into her touch as she began to proceed her fingers along the cover length.

piece of tail, this felt so effective ... but ... the admirer had passed ...

So damn good as she massaged her thumb around the puff up head ...

But ... Red was dead.

So, fucking good ... it felt sooooo ...

"No,"I gasped pulling away,"We can't pour down her."I stared at the slut, who stared back at me, a smirk on her face.

"I win,"she remarked.

What the roll in the hay ! Did we just play the gamey staked game of poulet ever, with Red's life the dirty money ?

roll in the hay ! Fuckkkkk ! Would she really have let her friend die ?

I had no time to call back this through any farther, getting the ‘ oxygen Plus'into Red's body was now of Paramount Priority.

"You gon na Defib her as well ?"

I nodded as the twenty percent jet of Oxygen squirted into the dead little girl's body.

Two jolting shock absorber later and Red was puking up urine and sobbing her pump out. I saw the slut smirk at me. She was more do it loony than I knew ... and that thought made me love her even more !

******

The friend sat shivering in a corner of the room. It was a couple of hr since she had been boarded, and subsequently ‘ died ’, but still she said nada. The hussy sat succeeding to her, naked still, with her arm around her friend and lover's shoulder, cradling Red's exhausted also bare figure on the comforting airfoil of her breasts.

I stood looking down on them, my Little little girl looked up at me. She knew ... she expected ... there was Sir Thomas More to come.

"Get up,"my command was brief, assertive and to the gunpoint. With a severe swallow the adulteress carefully manoeuvred Red's tired head away from her chest and got to her feet.

"And you,"I indicated Red. The flame-haired friend looked up at me through hard eyelids.

"Now !"I ordered, and so she stumbled, with the aid of the wall, to her feet.

This was the finale. It hadn't been a part of my initial programme but the idea came into my perverted nous as we rested following Red's ‘ Boarding. The opinion made my cock hard, it had to happen.

"Sit, here."I looked at the slovenly woman who nodded and moved to the spot indicated before sitting down on the dusty, marked-up floor.

I took the approximative, thin twine I had been using and, tied her wrist joint to her second joint. I stood back to admire, pleased with the aesthetics of my work.

"The scepter Red, please."I held out my hand and in a second or two, the friend, who was coming round now, placed the large tool in my palm.

I knelt and slid the bulbous end between her thighs and underneath the slut's soundbox. She grunted as the sizable head sunk between her labia. Due to her seated berth and the fact that all of her weight was pushing down onto the baton it slipped inside her, opening her slit, invaded her puss. Now the grunt became a moan ... just wait until I switched it on !

"The bag, Red. That plastic one there."I indicated the absolved plastic bag in which the two ‘ Oxygen Plus'cannister had been packaged. It was declamatory and still intact.

"Oh fuck, no ..."The Book of desperation came from my fiddling miss as she realised my purpose, and so with a little help from Red, I placed the bag over the adulteress's head. Getting her friend to rip it down pixilated I wrapped reams of black duct mag tape around her cervix, securing the bag firmly in position, the seal of approval around my little young lady's oral sex now intact, completely unbroken.

Then, taking Red's deal we stood back to take care down upon the little vignette.

Already my Little One's oculus were encompassing and the plastic was being frantically sucked into her mouth as the bag sealed itself around her look. Her school principal shook as she was overcome with torture. This was taking her more quickly towards death than the waterboarding had done and she knew it.

My slattern mewed and writhed, and fell to one side. I laughed and moved to pick her up again. Taking a new piece of string I fastened it around her neck and tied it off above her header, meaning that now she couldn't topple over. This was essential for the adjacent part of my plan.

I stood back once more with Red as we watched the slut's physical structure struggles become less and her fight to stay alert diminish. The charge plate was now plastered to her aspect and she would take no oxygen at all.

"Is it going to happen this time Mister ?"the booster asked.

"What, you mean am I going to let her die ?"

Red nodded,"Both of us Mister, is that your programme ?"

She sounded pretty fatalistic about the possibility which made me smile.

"No, it's not ..."I responded and moved to where the slut was fading fast. Taking my belittled knife I made a slit in the bag at the top of her question. It wasn't a large orifice by any means, but it was enough to allow air into the sealskin. And my Little Girl began to gulp it in, though it was more of a small suck as opposed to a mouthful !

Laughing at her efforts to recover her aliveness's breath, I took out my dick and held it to the gap. Positioning my pee maw to the first step I began to piss into the bag.

"You have to salute it slut ... unless you want to swim in my pissing that is ..."

Now the slovenly woman shook her head even more frantically.

"What the nooky Mr. ?"Red was staring all-embracing eyed as the green liquid state of my water filled the bag over the slut's drumhead, the layer rising to her Kuki, then her backtalk and her nose and ...

Wide eyed, panicking and still shaking her point - the neck twine held her upright - my little lady friend opened her mouth and began to lower the degree by swallowing the urine ...

And now I switched on the vibe ...

The slattern continued to swallow up, she had to, but her whole trunk went rigid as the verge bit into her the sensitive flesh between her thighs. She moved on the vibe and as I looked down, I saw the flesh of her tight breadbasket rippling with stimulated movement.

Fuck ... this was turning me on, making me voiceless. I needed release.

"On your hands and knee joint Red."She looked first at me and then at the floor, but she knew what I wanted and she took up the required position.

We were facing my struggling, almost orgasmic, slut. And so, as I fingered Red until she was moist and writhing under my touch, we

could see the Little Girl wassail my piss and squirm herself towards the inevitability of her climax.

"FucccckkkK !"I groaned, as, gripping the tattooed girl's hips, I thrust into her pussy from rump. She was tight and warm and wet, and the way she responded suggested that she wanted this as a great deal as I did.

I fucked her hard and fast and deep ... and as my slut drank enough urine to free first her anterior naris and then her mouth, I fucked Red even deeper.

Then I came ...

And under the ministration of my fingers wrapped around her body, Red came too.

To fill in the unhallowed Trinity, and with gross timing, my Little miss, now breathing again, unloaded her sexual climax over the boastfully verge at exactly the same minute ...

For many minutes we cried out, groaning our common button, filling the air with the hug drug of our perversions.

But then ...

The room went eerily mum save for the ongoing buzz of the still active vibrator, and the panting of Red underneath me. We had

collapsed to the base once the convulsions of my groin had stopped pumping my seed into her beautiful nubile body.

My slut sat, unmoving except for the shoal rising and fall of her chest as her heart began to summarise its pattern rate.

Sliding my softening shaft from the protagonist's body I rose and moved to my Little Girl. Switching the vibe off she visibly relaxed.

There was a residue of piss still pooled in one corner of the bag and so, as I slit it completely open the green, smelly liquid spilled out down the hussy's body.

Then, free of the plastic confine, my Little female child retched, turned her headspring to one side of meat and puked all over the trading floor ...

Part 20 - The Girl

And so, I 'm here. Some variety of a young woman. Some sort. Fucked up it seems. Cos I don't guardianship if I die. It seems. I just want him to anguish me. It seems.

I 'm not stupid.

I 'm at a undecomposed Uni in my second class of history. And I 'm getting a 2:1 min. And I will do an MA. So, I 'm not fucking stupid.

I don't want to die yet. Nor does Abi.

I fucking love her,

I never knew I would. Like I never knew I loved fille like that. But I love her.

So.

I don't want him to kill her. I want him to hurt her. Obviously. We want that.

My words. His words.

"She's drowning right ?"

"Yes, she is. Should we let her die ?"“ Yes,"

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes, I am,"

No, I do n't mean that I know that. I love Abi tooo much. I love her. But he can kill us both if he wants.

That 's ok. Me and her.

That 's ok

Ok ?

I love her.

bastard, I hate this. Now he wants me again. shag I want it so a good deal

hurt me delight

Please

He does.

Fuck. What's he doing. pliant Thing

Ca n't fucking respire

No way. No. Breath-fuck No

trauma me

Fuck you, like her. fuck me ! Pleaseee

motivation to be Fucked and hurt. Fuck me

Bastard

twat

I love her like you ca n't ever know you useless old fucked up sod of a bastard. We love each other sooo much.

Abi n me.

I want to die with her you bastard. I 'm fucking drinking your piss.

Can't breathe, can't swallow. Then.

What. The. Fuck.

I'm cumming.

He's fucking Abi. We're all cumming.

shit

I hate you

Love her You Fucker

Your Piss hate

I love her.

I will always

Fuck you, you Bastard !

part 21 - The Guy

From the drop-off arena, we watched Red paseo away, my slight Girl and I. Just before she entered the automatically porta Methedrine room access she turned and looked back at us. She looked a piddling sad, maybe she felt we were abandoning her, but that wasn't it, not at all - I knew that my petty Girl loved her more than ever. Chewing on her bottom lip, one hand slipped inside her jacket out of the cold daybreak air, Red gave us one of those brief, almost

embarrassed Wave, the sort that only comes from a slightly raised wrist joint and not the arm.

It was 7:40am and we were outside the back of Leeds city post, where the drop off item is.

"Where will she go ?"I asked.

"Mine ... she has my key. She will stay put there and then she can go back to N-Town tomorrow Nox, after I have got back and we have spent a little time together."

"Fucking ... when you're together ?"I asked the far too intrusively personal question with ease.

"I hope so,"the slut replied without hesitation as we watched her flame-haired friend disappear into the station.

"You stink,"I said, a slight grin appearing on my back talk. I felt her fingers touching mine.

"Whose fault is that ?"She grinned back.

******

"Are your script okay ?"I asked, seeing the trollop standing from the spot where she had laid with Red, entwined in one another's arms on a slender bed made up of their clothes.

The slut nodded,"Yes Mister, I'm all okeh. Are you ?"Still no epithet. I smiled and nodded.

She was oozing a kind of sureness that I hadn't seen before. Like she had ‘ been there and done that ’, and now zero could ever really hurt her again. She was magnificent and I loved her so practically. I wanted her all to myself.

It was 6:50am according to my phone. We had been here all Night. For the past few time of day we had just rested, even slept a little. I stood and made my way to the top of the stone stairs, where there was a phone signal.

"Where are you going,"my Little female child asked.

I did not reply, but instead when I reached the stone's throw where the signal arrived, I dialled the Village Hotel.

"Hi, can I book a room for this night please, do you have a retinue free ?"

They did, a retinue is always disembarrass. And so, after mumbling my name and giving my circuit board point, we had somewhere to quell for today and the Nox. Somewhere I could take her all to myself.

I retraced my way down the hard stairs.

The slut looked up at me, head word cocked, expecting some sort of commentary from me.

"Okay, you and me, Little lady friend, we're staying in a hotel tonight, the same hotel as before, our hotel. I'm taking Red to the post and she's going home, or back to your mansion, or wherever. You can join her tomorrow. Understand ?"

It wasn't a doubt but a full-blown statement. Red was heading home. My jade and I were not.

"Are we done ?"Did my Little fille strait disappointed ?

I smiled and nodded,"For now we are. She has had more than enough,"I nodded at Red,"... and during the dark just past, you died here, you both did."

I paused and just looked at them ... beautiful them. Then added.

"We need to be careful. We need this to final and so we need to ration out the fun."I used the word ‘ fun'on purpose, because despite the extreme nature of what we were doing, they found it fun, I genuinely believed that, and I sure as hell did.

"Please Mr, just tie me and whip me once more !"She was almost pleading with me now. I shook my head in disbelief.

"You are so nutcase Little One. But the answer is no ..."The fact that I was able to torture her by refusing to hurt her was a unknown side welfare from the exorbitant and wonderful relationship I had with this girl.

I thought fleetingly of when we met in the pub for the kickoff sentence ... how absolutely spot on my radiolocation had been !

"So, get your things together we need to go soon."

She pouted. unlikely ! She actually pouted.

I laughed.

"seed on get dressed, help me jam things up. We are leaving now."

******

It was the Same suite we had the last metre we were here, just a week ago, when Red was also with us. Would it be the Same bedroom maid, the one who sorted out our excess bedding to supervene upon the bloody stained set ?

precondition the expensive nature of the room, we had been able to hold in in pretty much on reaching, and now my Little Girl was flaked out on the bed. eyes closed. Sleeping like the beautiful, beaten, used and abused slut that she was.

Man, she looked beautiful, even dressed again in her flow doll, shirt and crownwork ... she hadn't bothered with underwear.

I knew that she would want me to suffer her some more when she woke, refreshed from the healing slumber, but that wasn't why we were here. I wanted to expend some time with her. Try to get to bang her a little to a greater extent. I wasn't bothered about figure, I liked the anonymity to be true, but I wondered who she was. What Uni course was she doing, where was she actually from ? I stood over her and fleetingly her oculus flickered open. A fallible, still-asleep, smile emanated upwards from her pretty side before her lids slowly descended once more. She was here for some tender love and maintenance. She badly needed TLC, even if she didn't know it herself.

inclination in to slide my blazon underneath her consistence, I moved her gently upwards on the eiderdown. Slipped off her crownwork and pumps and pulled the sheet over her.

I was due home today from my ‘ conference ’, and so, moving out of the sleeping accommodation, I called the wife.

"Hey love it's me ... yeah all is great thanks, but look ... there's a dinner tonight ... just for a *********** few of us ... some new commission ... so I will be dwelling house tomorrow ... yeah its fine, no surgical process or clinics until Midweek ... miss you too ... dear ... I love you."

And it was done. My duplicitous call made. It was that easy.

"Are you joining me,"My laborious eyes slowly opened to see my slut standing naked in the doorframe leading to the en-suite bathroom of our luxurious suite.

After my outcry rest home, I had stripped to my boxer and laid down succeeding to my Little Girl. Pausing only to briefly kiss her os frontale I too had then slept. It seemed I needed the residue too, because a quick glance at the time showed me that it was now 3:30pm. We had slept for hours.

She looked a vision, all nude person flesh, shaved mound and blanch scars, and pretty fount ... and my groin stirred.

"Your helping hand, you took off the dressings ?"

She nodded,"They feel delicately, and I don't want to have wet bandages on ... you can put more on me afterwards if you want to."

She looked at me again, her raised eyebrows beckoning.

"The tub is filled, it's ready, and soooooo ?"She asked again.

Standing with a grin and the offset of an hard-on clearly evident, I took her put up hand and we walked slowly into the lavatory ...

"Come on get in, the piddle is just perfect !"My Little Girl had stepped right in as soon as we reached the white frothy covering of bubble coating the surface, and now she looked up beckoning me to do the same.



And so, slipping off my boxers, noticing the slut glance fleetingly at the burgeoning thickness of my irradiation, I stepped forward, raised my ramification one after the other, and plonked myself down, much to her squealing delight.

The oversized tub felt like it was designed for two, taps in the heart, with a courteous squish end that was perfect for me to lie back on. My trivial Girl moved so that she was sitting in front of me,

my ramification spread allowing her to lay back against my chest.

oculus closed in the steamy bathroom, we were settling into the loosen serenity. The only sounds now being the low hum of the bathroom fan. We could hear zippo whatsoever from anywhere else. Just wonderful !

I opened my eyes and thanked my golden stars, because it had to be them, my stars, and not God, for bringing all of this to me. My picayune female child's straits rested upon my shoulder facing the ceiling, her heart closed. Lovingly, I placed my cheek against hers, enjoying the sight and flavour of her body lying against me in the water.

The moment just got even more sodding ...

"hold up Night was magical Mister, thank you."Her discussion were a whisper, and the smooth, gentle purr of expiation that underpinned them told me that she meant what she said, and it felt so damn good !

"It was, my niggling Girl, so everlasting ..."She turned her fount towards me and kissed me. I put all the experience of a man in his late middle- age into the embrace ...

We kissed ...

And we kissed ...

And then we kissed some more ...

With my shaft now as hard as a rock and roll I shifted my billet so that my gaze could travel the duration of her exposed bubble coated ramification, shining with gleaming wetness and ... afford. My eyes continued up towards her pussy, partially concealed by her pit workforce as they lie across the lower part of her venter. Her beautiful breasts, marks from before the New class adorning them, were floating above the water line and just that lust-laced purview made me want to kiss them.

Her teat were soaked and wrinkled, piano and pliable which made me think about what they looked like when they are unbending and vertical, hardening under the lick of my tongue as I suckle on her, pierced with skewers, or twisted between the shrewd tooth of a clamp. Shifting again as these desire-filled thoughts take over my mind, my heavy on squashed up against her soft, smooth back.

Momentarily I focus my aid on the pale scars that she wore so willingly, marks of her enslavement that redden a short when the water covers them. It's a reminder that fuelled my thirst even more ...

The air in the room is almost chilly compared to the hot tub, and so I take the ornate jug, different to the one that we had used during the ‘ embarkment seance, that is sitting on the ledge and fill it with water from the tub. I lift it and pour it slowly over her shoulder letting the hot catamenia chase away the quiver as it runs down her arm and the front of her chest.

'' Mmmmmm ... ohhhhh, shtup, yes ... '' my Little Girl moan, `` ... that feels wonderful. ``

Filling the jug again, I pour it over her other shoulder joint. I both hear and feel her sigh as my slut tilts her headland even further back over my shoulder, so that I can watch the water droplets run away down her chest, circling her breasts before dripping away from her mamilla. The side by side jug of H2O I pour across the top of her chest, starting from the left field and moving to the right wing, and then I watched fascinated as a hot plane of steaming foam infused liquid foot race across her breasts.

Her nipples constrict a little, not quite hardening, but not going diffused either. I wonder how the weewee feels on them.

The succeeding jug full I lift high and let a slow stream gloam on the top of her chest. Slowly I guide the run downward to the right. The water trail breaks into belittled droplets just before it hits her cutis, and circles around her breast.

My Little girl takes a deep breath, and her wet, naked organic structure get-up-and-go against me a footling harder.

"Ohhhhhh that is sooooo fucking good,"she purrs.

As I run the water in smaller and smaller circles, I am fascinated. I love how it makes her skin yield slightly with each tiny impact from the flow of water droplets. Her pap tightening slowly, darkening ... crying out for attention.

Refilling the jug when it empties just as I am at the outer boundary of her ring of color, I repeat the Sami on her bequeath breast. Her breathing is quickening now, and below the water level I see my Little Girl's deal first rub her tummy and then dip down between her legs as she spreads them further.

The side by side jug I return to the right, and the hot piddle is now just falling, circling, hardening her flesh, nipple now bullet like, wickedness and contracted. I lift the jug even higher so the droplets are impacting harder now, and I begin to direct their trajectory so that they fall constantly against her erect nipple - like a kinky variant of ‘ Chinese- nipple-torture ’.

My slut's digit are moving faster, with more decision between her legs, and I see, through a convenient gap in the bubbling surface, that one is holding her lips open, while the other is slowly stroking her pussy and circling around her clit. Her mouth surface, breathing spell gasping with undisguised pleasure.

I move to the early breast and, not wanting it to sense ignore, I let the water fall hard on my Little Girl's nipple, and am rewarded with a lust-fuelled deep, low groan. My hammer has been slowly getting hard watching her foreplay habitus, and I shift slightly so that it is now agitate upwards caught between my stomach and my fornicatress's lower back.

My Little female child turns her human face to me once more, her center still closed, and we kiss again ... a most definite fuck-me-this-very-minute kiss ...

I put the jug down and reach for the bar of scoop on the tub ledge. Running it over in my men while our tongues dance, I soon have a thick, white fret, enabling me to surface my Little Girl's chest until it is slick and slippery with suds.

Both hands income tax return to her breasts, hugging, cupping and then running the flat of my laurel wreath over them. Our kisses become Thomas More intense between heavy breathing, her tongue agitated, seeking out mine, and I can finger the motion of her helping hand in the water becoming more intent.

My fingertips on her breasts circle her puckered nipple, and she starts to rock her hips as she finger-fucks herself. She pulls away from the osculation, throwing her pass back against me and gasps.

'' Oh fuck ... oh my fucking gosh ... ohhhhhh do n't barricade ... ''

I pinch my slight daughter's rock-hard teat, and she bucks, arching her book binding into me. My stopcock is straining now, and I want to eff her badly, but this second right now ... is all hers.

I knead her boob, twisting, pulling, fondling, caressing knowing she 's almost there. Suddenly the fornicatress arches up, digging the porcelain tub sides with her hound and lifts her hips up out of the water ...

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !"she cries ... it is a beautiful strait !

Her orgasm is hard and all-consuming as groans long and loud, the slosh around water splashing everywhere over the otherwise perfectly clean and tidy toilet, two fingers deep between her easygoing, wet fold and the other hired man furiously rubbing her clit firmly enough that, to me, the avid onlooker, it looks almost painful ... maybe it is, and maybe that's what gets her off. Her articulatio coxae thrust, fucking thin air, seeking more pressure, additional friction, craving the maximum joy ... bucking punishing with each wave of hot, convulsive satisfaction that wracks her body.

After a foresighted, shuddering orgasm my Little Girl dropped back into the water, exhausted.

She turned to kiss me again, and our embrace is long and slack and tenderize as my hands rub her bureau from belly to shoulder lightly, until she relaxes.

I watch, fascinated, as her teat slowly lessen and dampen. She pulls away from the candy kiss, sighs deeply, and lies her head back on my shoulder again, center closed, breathing place slowing.

I close my center too, and feel our eubstance relaxing together, listening to the faint dripping of the water in the now calm again bathroom.

section 22 - The daughter

"Please Mister, just tie me and mop up me once more !"

I mean it. He 's asked me if I 'm ok and I sort of am and I want some more. To injure some more.

'Mister'. I call him. brand me sound like a kid. But I do n't want to lie with his public figure. Not now. Not ever. Just 'Mister'.

We 've both died. Sort of. It 's been fantastic.

We 've both slept. So tired. It 's been fantastic.

He 's made me so alive. I 'm covered in his peeing still. I stink. I know.

But I do n't care.

It 's been fantastic, brilliant, beautiful. And all because Abi was here with me.

He says get dressed. We 're going. I 'm pissed off. I want to stay.

I show him I 'm annoyed off.

I want to be hurt. I do n't want to go.

But he 's the boss and we do.

But he just wants me with him.

I kiss Abi. I whisper my secret to her.

And then she 's gone.

And I 'm with him.

rachis at the hotel. That like shitty hotel that he likes so much. And we sleep some more. I do.

And he comes to me. Looks at my nudity. And my lovely gull. At my deal. My lovely note bridge player. My present from him.

He lies with me. He thinks I am his.

"Last dark was magical Mr, thank you."

He deserves some proper thanks.

I mean it. It was wizard. And he did everything. We just let him do it. He found the topographic point. He set up everything. He lied to his wife.

Just for us.

So, I should pay him back.

He runs the bath.

And I pay him back.

I love her. I want to be with her, in my bed with her. Fucking her. Her fucking me. easygoing wet osculation in our cunts.

And as he touches me, and fondles me and pours water over me and makes me experience wonderful and sexy I am thinking of her.

Not of him.

My center slowly shut and she 's there.

And I love this.

And I 'm so fucking hot.

And she 's there.

And I feel my solid body alive.

And I feel my knocker and nipples and cunt and feel myself in myself and if he 's touching me I do n't observe because I 'm with Abi and she 's touching me and making me cum.

And I fucking cum. So sleep together wonderful."Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !"

But he deserves my thanks. Thanking him for us both. Both of us opening up to him.

Kissing him.

fashioning him feel special.

But it 's only her who 's special.

And I slide myself into the lovely water system. And I know he 's happy.

He deserves to be happy.

He 's done good.

Just like we wanted.

I 'm smiling under the adorable pee. Smiling. I 'm with her. I want to be with her. I want us two together forever. I want us to support together and have it away our pain together.

It 's all I ever want.

And here I am.

With this guy called 'Mister'in some fucking hotel in Leeds. I 'm a pupil. A pretty, ordinary girl. My Ma and Pa and sis and bro are back south and think I 'm working on an essay.

I ca n't ever tell them. They ca n't ever know.

But I can order them about Abi. I think they 'd make out that I love her.

I ca n't enjoin them about our Mister though. Not ever.

And something will go wrong sometime, I guess. For him or us. Or us all. And then it will be .... whatever.

layover thinking I tell myself.

Just enjoy.

Fuck. Just enjoy. And think about Abi and the next time we get him to bruise us.

Because that 's what we both want.

I 'm so sleep together lucky.

I 'm a favorable lucky, lucky girl.

A pretty lovely sexy lucky miss ...

A ...

Part 23 - The Guy

"That was delectable, thank you. A perfect end to a perfect day ... and night,"my Little girl said as we opened the room access to the suite and fell into the little hallway.

"You look stunning,"I said to her, and I meant it, she did.

******

Bath time over and healing sleep had, we left the rooms and headed into the White person rose wine Shopping heart and soul just a few minutes away. There was a little risk attached to this because I could be spotted. But I didn't really live anywhere near to the middle and so, on a late Dominicus good afternoon the hazard were slim. I would simply ask to be vigilant.

"You really want to buy me apparel Mr ?"My Little girlfriend smiled across at me from the passenger rear in the car.

"If we're going to eat in hotel restaurant tonight,"we had a qualification in around three hour at 8pm,"... then you need something else to wear."

"What about you ?"she queried.

"Oh, I have a alteration of clothes, I had to throng something to validate my cover report,"I grinned in reply.

"Thank you,"she said quietly, her paw brushing over mine whilst I drove the car.

******

'' Did n't I see you sitting outside the changing rooms in Tessuti's ? ''

A middle-aged fair sex standing in nominal head a three way mirror asked.

'' Huh ? '' I responded, startled from my thoughtfulness, waiting for my fiddling daughter to emerge from behind the curtain.

'' I asked if that was you sitting in figurehead of the dressing rooms down in Tessuti's ?"She asked again. `` You are n't some kind of deviant just trying to glint into the female child's dressing rooms, are you ? ``

'' Huh ? What ? NO ! '' I answered to a greater extent than a trivial indignantly.

Me a deviate ... how daring you ? The very thought made me smile.

'' I 'm helping my erm ... my daughter ... shop for some new outfits. ``

I heard a chortle from the changing booth, and I had to admit to having a wry smile myself. If only this unsuspecting woman knew what we had been doing just a few hours earlier.

She nodded, and said, `` Well, us girls have to seem just right. I 'm sure your wife is having a nice time helping your daughter. ``

'' No, I'm afraid it 's just the two of us. My trivial Girl needs dress for her University celebration party. '' I used my pet name for the slut, but the innuendo was wasted, of track it was.

'' Really ? Well, I 'm surely when you get home your married woman will revalue your efforts. '' She said stepping back into the mirror and admiring herself again.

'' Well, we're separated, so the task has fallen to me."`` Oh, that IS sweet of you. Has she just graduated ? '' `` From Uni, yeah. '' I answered.

'' Well, you are a ripe father. '' She said stepping out of the mirror. `` No, this just is n't going to do. '' The woman added, appraising the dress she was trying on and shaking her head, just as the hussy appeared.

'' Sorry, erm ... ‘ dad'..."She over pronounced the intelligence and then paused, her face sporting a immense smiling."nothing seems to fit right. ``

'' Ok. wellspring, let 's go try River Island then. '' I said with smile. I was enjoying seeing my Little missy try on dresses, she looked great in everything I saw her in ... but obviously not quite unspoiled enough for her own exacting criterion !

The two of us headed out of Tessuti's and over towards River Island.

"dada ?"She looked straight ahead and laughed.

"I didn't know what else to say,"I countered.

"You made me imbibe your piss to stop myself from drowning in it. You fucking crucified me naked with nails on a Cross and you want to be my pop ?"

She was laughing heartily now.

"No, no fuck off, not at all. I'm so not into that,"I offered up, but her laughter was making me smile. We were chilled, she was relax ... it was overnice, in fact it was very nice.

******

She settled on a light inkiness lacing dress that fitted perfectly, and looked simply arresting. We added a tally leather flavour jacket crown and black, gamy shoes. I sent her into Boux boulevard on her own to buy new underwear ...

And now we sat in the restaurant at the Village. I wished we had been in buck private dining and I could simply fuck her on the table, because she looked ravishing.

"So, Mr., this is a bit eldritch to be honest."She sat opposite me, the jacket off and the lace dress fitted perfectly around her curves. I had made myself scarce when she dressed in the cortege, I wanted the delight of unwrapping her once our repast was over.

‘ Weird ? We all have to eat piffling One."I had to admit that it was the foremost time I had ever had dinner party with mortal whose name I didn't actually know.

She slowly nodded."And do you wan na love me ?"

I smiled wryly."I want you to savor your repast and I want to know you a little better, that's all."

She nodded taking another forkful of alimentary paste between her brim."This is fucking delicious though, I have to say."

I laughed."Do you always swear so much ?"

"screwing right hand I do !"Her reply was so flying, and so fulfil with smart-arse undertone that we both burst out laughing.

"What do you learn at Uni ?"I asked when we had calmed down.

"History."She replied."indorsement Year"

I smiled,"chronicle ? aplomb. What do you mean to do with the stage when you get it ?"

fork another mouthful of Pasta in between her lips she shrugged her shoulders,"MA I guess. Stay at Uni as long as I can, saves me having to arise up, right ?"She grinned at me.

I loved this Little Girl so damn practically. She was already deeply embedded under my skin.

******

And so now here we were back in the suite. Giggling like school tiddler, both drunkard on wine and adrenaline.

"That was delicious, thank you. A perfect end to a perfect day ... and night,"my Little girl said as we opened the doorway and fell into the small hallway.

"You look stunning,"I said to her, and I meant it, she did, really stunning.

"... and all for a Perfect Little daughter,"she laughed.

"Fuck no, don't say that,"I countered.

"Sorry,"she replied,"I couldn't resist."

The whole daddy/daughter thing clearly didn't suit of clothes our relationship, despite the age deviation, and for that I was eternally grateful.

"Doesn't have to be the end of the day though does it ... Mr ?"Her digit slipped to the buckle on my belt and she deftly slipped the fastening free.

The push button on my glowering denim/cotton jeans soon followed and her fingers were tugging at my White person shirt.

I turned and pushed my hardening groin into her hips."You mean you still have the strength after what we did ... or should I say, what you did in the bath earlier ?"

My smirk turned into a grin as our oral fissure paused with the rim parted by a hair's width, her breath warm on my face.

I moved to kiss her but my slight Girl stopped me, said, `` Hold on, '' and moved slowly and very provocatively over to the big double

sized window, which looked out into the securely lit car Park below. Her jacket, already removed from her body, slipped from between her fingers and onto the wooden floor.

Grinning at me the slut flipped the switching on the belittled bedside lamp and give us just a picayune to a greater extent light in the suite's livelihood room, where we now were. Then she moved back to the window and just stood there, looking out into the dark, ribbon to the ice, understructure apart and up on her toes, silhouetted against the outside. Reaching behind her body, and without looking at me, she gripped the thin cloth of her dress and pulled at the fabric, raising it in high spirits ... and higher. The hem of her dress was still hiked up when she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder.

My Little little girl's need was plain ...

I came up behind her and undid the light zip fastener that tightened the apparel at the pocket-sized of her book binding. Then I slipped my hands in along her ribs, under the sides of the attire, and cupped her raw white meat. I felt the hard-little buds of her nipples against my hands, and I squeezed and teased and cupped and fondled, taking groovy satisfaction in the sweet minuscule suspiration and moans she made.

She slid her ass, bare save for the new ignominious lace thong, up and down along my strict stopcock, and in answer I pushed her against the glass, and pulled up her dress to rest on her hips.

fosterage my script, I slapped it down on her underside, hard, very hard. And she yelped delightfully.

"piece of ass, yes, please ..."she purred.

So, I repeated the pane, and she gasped ... it was the phone of desire. I made me smile and it made me harder still ... I spanked her ass again, pushing the slut hard against the field glass I hit her firm, peachy

frame time after time, until she groaned long and loud ...

'' You wan na take me here, Mister ? teardrop off my dress ? You wan na flatten my breasts up against the glass and take me from behind ? You wan na fuck me while the totally car park watches ? '' Then she turned around and pushed herself into my arms and kissed me, her clapper on mine. Then she pulled her lips away far enough to murmur `` Fuck me, now, please. ``

I made short workplace of the remaining ties and, facing me, she let the garb fall in a elegant heap to the ground.

She really was beautiful, my Little fille, my Slut and although my mouth opened, all I managed was a ferine like growl.

Flipping her I pressed her against the crank once more as I reached down between her branch, thrusting my hand under her ass to cup her hillock. I fondled her slowly for a glorious patch and then slipped my finger inside the lace and into her moistening pussy.

I caressed her labia, stroked her perineum, then parted her lips and found her solidifying clitoris peeking out from under the goon. She moaned and snaked a leg backwards around my thigh, spreading herself as far apart as she could, wanting to receive as much of my finger as possible.

My slut wanted more and so I gave her more, sliding in a second finger to join the first, before circling them together and moving the digits in and out, dainty and slow.

I had her pinned up against the window loony toons, and I knew her titty were flattened, squashed against the drinking glass. withdraw a good look, anyone who can see. This is my Little fucking Girl, my jade ... Eat your fucking tenderness out !

Her juices were dripping down my digit. `` Do it, Mr., '' she rasped. `` roll in the hay me. Fuck me now. Fuck me operose ! Hurt me ''

It was most probably the wine ... and then the spare wine-coloured ... and the aperitifs ... but my picayune daughter was more rampant than I had ever seen before ... it was like the Shangri-la of intimate paradise for me !

I helped the gluey lash to peel away from her swollen lips and down over the dude of her hips to in a little agglomerate of lace as she clutched at my shirt, ripping it loose and scattering buttons to the four winds.

I shrugged off my jacket and unbuckled my belt properly so she could attack my zip. Trousers off, my naked Little girlfriend pushed my boxer shorts down to release my cock and took it in her fist.

She wanked it slowly but firmly and licked and sucked at one of my nipples before whispering `` I want it so badly, Mr.. delight ... ''

Fine by me. I wrapped my hands around her ass, slid her upwards along the chalk, and lowered her tight, dripping pussy down onto my overgorge shaft, forcing a gut-level gasp from her, then moans and oink of pleasure as I lifted her again and again and slammed her push down onto my rigid erection.

She moaned `` Ohhhh, FUCK ... fuck me, fuckkkk meeeee !"

My Little Girl squirmed and writhed, wriggling on my cock, and I was bending at the stifle to shove myself deeper up inside her body and we were both panting, sweating, the feel of sex was firm, and she was screaming with each thrust and screaming out at me,

"YES ... YES ... YES ... ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk !"

Part 24 - The Girl

"That was toothsome, thank you. A perfect end to a perfect tense day ... and night."

I mean it. I wanted to orgasm. And he helped me. And the day had been amazing. Totally. Wonderfully.

And now he wanted to buy me nice apparel. And I liked that a lot. And I loved the affair we chose. I look so pretty in squeamish things. But then I 'm a pretty girl and all pretty girls look nice in reasonably affair ... Do n't we ?

But he calls me his slight girlfriend. His girl !

"You made me drink your piddle to stop myself from drowning in it. You fucking crucified me defenseless with nails on a cross and you want to be my pappa ?"

I liked everything he did. But he would n't do it to his daughter, would he ?

Nah.

He just wants me for a fuck toy. And that suits me fine. A nicely tortured, nicely dressed shtup toy. He deserves me.

Back at the hotel. Dressing. I love it !

And dinner.

Lucky me !

"So, Mister, this is a bit Wyrd to be honest."‘ Weird ? We all have to eat short One."

"And do you wan na bonk me ?"

I smile at him. My passably smiling. And I tell him about myself. Just a bit. The bits I do n't take care him knowing.

I think he thinks I love him. I know he fucking loves me. Sweet boy ...

And in the way

Now for what we both want, in our different ways. He does n't get me yet.

And so I tell him what he knows he wants to hear.

"Doesn't have to be the end of the day though does it ... Mister ?"He says I look stunning. I think I do too.

He wants me so a good deal. And I want him to hurt me.

So I start to take things off.

Slowly.

And put the lights on.

And advertise myself against the windowpane. I want to be seen. And scathe. And he comes behind me.

He ca n't help himself.

And he hits me on the ass. Hard. Lovely hurt.

"piece of tail, yes, please ..."

I want some more. A lot.

And I will get some more. His cock there to hurt me.

'' You wan na consume me here, Mister ? Tear off my dress ? You wan na flatten out my knocker up against the drinking glass and take me from behind ? You wan na hump me while the whole car parking lot picket ? ``

And he does. Course he does.

And he strips me. fast. I turn, kiss him, let him campaign me against the window. fight me gruelling. Push me wet. pressure my teat against the window. The frigid glass on my mamilla. My case against the window. Pushing. Pushing. shag this is good.

'' Ohhhh, FUCK ... fuck me, fuckkkk meeeee !"

Yeah. This is so fucking good. Any dick, anything. In me. Do n't care. Hard as he can. Hurting me sweetly.

Fuck I am so get laid up.

Face on the methamphetamine. Tits on the chalk. Palms on the glass.

thinking of Abi and the acquaint I 'll give her. Red roses. Thorny as possible. Without the petal. mentation of her fucking beautiful boldness. Her fucking beautiful tits. Her fucking beautiful belly. Her fucking beautiful cunt.

"YES ... YES ... YES ... ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk !"

heave, sweating. Breath on the glass. Fucking. Fucking. Good.

component 25 - The Guy

My heart was pounding as we exited the elevator. We had just eaten breakfast, and we had a couple of hours before the check-out deadline, and I still had plans for her, my sweet little shtup doll.

We walked towards our room. Holding the key-card against the pad a green light flashed on the door. My heart pounded. My erecting throbbed. She turned the door handle.

I sauntered in rightfulness behind her, so close that she could surely smell the pounding coming from my chest, as I watched her ass undulate under the loose flowing skirt that she had put back on, over her new underwear. Tee shirt and jacket completed the carefree, scholar smell that my slight little girl wore so well.

Before the room access had even closed behind me, I moved to her. My leave behind manus covered and grabbed her mouth, pulling her back into my breast, while my powerful helping hand wrapped around her throat ... not quite enough to cut off her provision of atomic number 8 but enough to let her sleep together that she was till mine to do with as I pleased.

She let out a gasp, but my hand prevented it from being audible, instead I felt a wonderful low burst of breathing time against my palm.

'' I love you, '' I whispered into her ear.

It 's absolutely rightful that I did ... I could n't do this to someone whom I did n't trust and care about. A lesser girlfriend in my mind would look back on what we had done and think of me as a devil, as a heartless hellion who lured in women in rescript to abuse them. I did n't want anyone to guess that about me. Being with my Little missy, and her Red-Haired friend, was about love and confidence. The slut knew how much I loved and cared about her, and I believed that she also knew that what she saw in me was merely one facet to a very complicated man.

She struggled against my hold, but with each wriggle it became apparent that struggling would only make it gruelling to breathe.

'' Let me make one thing authorize ... '' She stopped struggling in fiat to take heed to what I had to say. `` I ca n't preserve my hand on your lip for ever. When I remove it, will you promise not to give a noise ? ``

Of line she would. She wanted me to treat her this way. She would do anything.

My Little Girl nodded. `` Good daughter. ``

I unclasped my hand from her backtalk, removed my hands from her neck opening, and, dragging her into the sleeping accommodation, I threw her onto the bed. The slattern had fallen onto her back and now she stared up at me. She looked frighten, well just a footling. Horny also, but scared. Game or not, I liked that ... I wanted that.

I strode toward the bed and threw myself on top of her, reaching my arm under her skirt I lifted up the flowing fabric, and sliding down her torso, I dug my teeth into her thigh. My bite was certainly not hard enough to break the skin, but it was hard enough to evoke a delightful reaction. I could see her struggling not to let out a yelp as the line flowed toward her thighs, to offend in blue and grey.

I bit my way in my slut's inner thighs until I was only inches away from her pretty, shaved sloshed pussy, covered only by the thin fabric of her meagre underwear.

I could finger the heating system, smell the arousal and, sliding her thong to one side, I could see the wet collecting around her labia. There was no way I could hold back, I was drawn like a lust-fuelled moth to an erotic flame.

I licked my way up, starting her perineum, the scent of her ass filling my nostrils before working my way up the slit, stopping lupus erythematosus than an inch from my trivial miss's already blood engorged clit.

I knew what needed to be done. I slowed the succour from my knife and slowly kissed back down to her thighs.

Without warning, I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her ass into the air in one question, pulling her wench down and off. The jacket and tee shirt that the fornicatress still wore rode along her upper consistence to let out the resplendent undersurface of her firm, braless breasts.

I was still wearing my jeans and pugilist, but not for long. Taking them off I also removed my shoe and wind sleeve. My erection flipped free.

Slipping her thong to one incline, exposing her body to my gaze,

I pressed my unvoiced tool against her pussy and ass, and began to push myself between the back talk of her wet puss and the pucker entree to her hindquarters, without ever really penetrating either one.

She began pushing back onto my cock, begging me with her dead body language to fuck her. My petty Girl's ass rose, bringing her pussy into take aim striking with my achingly pie-eyed erecting. I pushed against her and opened her up.

'' Please Mister, more. ''

Her moan made me smile. I abruptly pulled myself out of her, much to her audible frustration, and spanked her ass, hard. She moaned again, my slut, and so I spanked her again, harder this time and she let out another delightful squeal.

I gripped the skimpy material of her underclothes and tore it away from her body, and then I drove into her, gripping her hips and thrusting hard. The force was such that she almost fell forward but I held her firm, and began to fuck. With each driving force I stretched her wide and accompanied the movement of my groyne with a surd slap.

Twice I sensed that her orgasm was about to burst through the dam, and twice I pulled out, holding my own climax at bay in the process.

But I never stopped slapping her. She was so wet now that unveiling and re-entry could be achieved with ease.

Until it was time ...

An explosion of lustfulness, desire and on my part ... love, signalled the onset of her coming, that in both timing and intensity, matched my own.

We lay gasping. Both bare from the waist down, dripping with juices, leaving a growing grunge on the bed clothes.

"She'll be fucked off with you again Mister,"the hussy laughed.

"Who ?"I asked.

"That poor fucking chamber maid."We both laughed.

******



"Okay, ‘ bye then."

I smiled and pulled her to me.

She hugged. I hugged. I kissed. She kissed.

"Message me Mister."

"I will,"I said,"Don't worry."

It was overcast. Looked like rain. Same spot. Leeds post drop-off.

"So ?"

"So ?"

"When ?"

"Can't say."

She nodded. I nodded.

Part 26 - The daughter

We went down to the restaurant for breakfast.

Normally I like something like fruit and yog and a green tea. Maybe a ginger tea.

But he was buying so I had the Full.

Two sausages. Fried shekels. Black Pudding. And lots of brown sauce. Wiped my dental plate with the thin, barely toasted hotel toast. Slimed up with the hotel butter.

Lovely !

I like a nice breakfast once in a while.

Then he took me upstairs and fucked me. And he hit me too which was nice.

But it pisses me that he variety of plosive before I cum. Like he 's being a deliberate bastard.

He thinks he 's in love with me.

And for an old guy he does good. With his dick.

He 's ok. And I like being fucked by a guy. Even if my forever love is Abi and will always be ... forever.

Then he took me to the station and I think we variety of agreed he 'd message me and that was that.

The weekend over.

vertebral column on the roll in the hay crappy train.

The geartrain in the northern power station are as crappy as Southern. Very shitty.

And the moor are eternally dull.

And she 's there.

Kisses me.

Smiles.

Makes me a mug of tea.

And I give her my crowd of station roses. Red.

And she smiles.

And we chat.

About him. About the weekend.

'He 's married. I heard him on the sound'she says.

'Yeah. And he 's in, what, his fifties ? So he 's probably been married about thirty years .... shit. And now we 're here. I wonder if he 's done it before ?'

'

Probably. He 's some sort of professional guy. Nice car. Nice spokesperson. circle of meetings away and conferences and poop. Sure he 's fucked around. Maybe he 's just dreamt about fucking over two sexy babes like us though ...'

'Our luck then. What do you think he does ? I mean, he sorting of knows about drugs and defibs and things ...'

'Anyone can Google it ...'

'Yeah. Probably a banker or some shit. Anyway. He 's as fucked up as we are I reckon ...'

We go out for a beer.

And let the guys stare as we kiss and mess with each early 's thighs. And then we go home and I trim the roses and we strip each other au naturel and as I lie down on top of her I slide the thorny stems between our tits.

And we suck in the air and cry out and we move over each other.

I whisper in her sweet ear.

She smiles.

She mouths a 'yes'.

I fucking love her. It 's always her. I fucking love her. Hurting with her.

caressing her.

I fucking roll in the hay her.

END OF ACT 4