function 1 - The Guy

"How was your day make love ?"I made a point of calling my wife. It was Mon, a whole day since I saw my Little Girl at Leeds post. We had our thing my trollop and I, and that ‘ thing'was supposed to get out the limit and fix what it was that we had, and where it was we had it, but if I was being honorable I just could not get her out of my head.

Even during the waking bit with my eyes open I ‘ saw'her ... on the cross, 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 local anaesthetic councillors and very important person to the opening of her new flower shop and we actually started the day with bucks fizz,"she chuckled.

"Oh, how decadent,"I chuckled back.

ass decadent, a glass of fallible champagne diluted with fizzy juice ... sleep with me. I had crucified someone this weekend and hammered nails through their form ... that's fucking decadent !

Fuck !

It was a literal blessing that my wife was at her sisters, because I only had to pretend to be interested in what she was doing for a few minutes on the earpiece ...

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

"Tomorrow, at the hospital. NHS injury operating room, car clash victim to start out with."

There was a pause before my married woman spoke."Oh, my darling the piece of work you do is so special, you and your co-worker should be knighted, and here's me droning on about opening a new flower shop ..."

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

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

fuck, if only you knew, I thought.

"Not at all dearest, I'm the golden one. I'll phone call you tomorrow. I love you. Night night."

And with that the phone call was done and I could get back to wanking my erect peter to thinking of my Little Girl and her friend, naked in the woods, being tortured, and beaten ... fucked.

My hands moved faster, my fingers massaging knowingly, applying pressure level underneath the swollen school principal, and I soon came, my back arching, spurts of my cum arcing high to fall across my abdomen and thigh. I lay back gasping, physically satiated but even my self- induced orgasm could not remove the visual sensation of that fucking gorgeous fiddling hussy from my head word !

******

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

With the Chinese Take Away opened out in the spacious and impractical day way, and my beer opened, I flicked the MacBook browser to watch porn. It was easy to guess my Little daughter in these post. nooky yes. Taken in a basement, secured behind piping, legs spread as wide as they could go, mounted on a phallus ... like being crucified only dissimilar ... and without nails.

I lay back naked on the bed, my 58-year-old body bearing up well, but if my married woman could have seen me ... in force job it

Having searched for my pick, I watched the link url appear in my web page ...

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

shtup ... I needed her so much. I had jerked off three clip already since waking this morning and now I was punishing 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 escort ... I laughed at the view of me using the word ‘ engagement'and how uncontemporary that would sound to her Brigham Young ears.

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

In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about her for as endorsement, she was plaguing me with her sweet look-alike ... I could hear her voice, see the orgasm in her lovely fount, feel her tremble as I fucked her.

I needed her so badly.

I switched the TV back on and watched as the submissive Asian model was dominated and used and then, once my take out dinner was finished, I wanked ... again ... and once more it was the scented Little pain in the neck slattern that brought me my welcome relief.

As my pant settled and the residue spermatozoon had dried into my pile of tissues, I took out my phone. Swiping to the contact called only ‘ LG'– Little Girl. I read the texts she had sent me previously. The one during the Yule Break asking how I was, and then several reporting on their progression, hers and Red's, as they made their way across the Pennine Chain last weekend.

And then I began to type.

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

I looked at the words. Re-read my substance. Damn how I wanted her ... needed her even. She would be my undoing this lilliputian Girl with the pain voodoo ... and there was nothing I could do about it.

My finger hovered over the SEND push button ... but I didn't send. I deleted every hold out reference. My slut needed a little Sir Thomas More time away from me ...

percentage 2 - The Girl

Shitty journey. It always is. Useless Northern runway. Shitty conditions. Over the Pennine Chain. Shitty.

But good to be home.

Unlock the door. climb up the stairs. Open my door. Fall on the bed. With her. osculate her. Home.

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

textbook. How are you ?

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

Ping. Text. Him.

Better. How are you ? beverage ? In the pub tonight ?

candy kiss her. osculate her. Tits out together. kiss her. have sex her. Tell her. text back. Yeah. Abi will make out too. OK. Seven 30 ?

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

Shit !

What the piece of tail have you done to your hands ?

Look at my bandaged hands. Stuff, I say. Stuff.

Fuck, he says.

Sip on our beers.

Her 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 nada. Kisses me on the rim. base. leafage. That fucking easy.

guild another drink each. nestle. kiss her. Fucking love her.

fondness a curry ?

Yeah ... cool.

Let 's fuck off down the Mile then.

That well-fixed. poor people thing. I 'm a fucking bastard. But I fucking love Abi. And a nice hot curry. And a beer. And fuck my fucking hands hurt so fucking much.

And we 'll consume tonight together in my little cozy room before she has to head to N'town. And she 'll be back next Friday. Yeah.

But first a nice curry and a laager and a candy kiss in the rain.

section 3 - The Guy

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

Her face was slapped, hard ... time and meter again until rent poured down her cheeks and her optic blackened from the cheap 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 prominent overbearing man, who would whip her and hurt her while I watched ...

Had we progressed to this already ? Was my minuscule girl now no more than a slutty porn addict, whose only use in life was to be used, not just by me, but by anyone and everyone ...

The man, his name restricted to a short icon like recording label ... ‘ The Pope ’, he was called by those who knew him, and although we did not have intercourse him, he had been easy 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 thraldom Dom called ‘ The pontiff'...

He had a chain around her cervix, a thick linked chain and it was padlocked blind drunk against her throat as she lay back over a flat Earth's surface, her tight, nubile body naked.

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

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

"You can jerk off if you want,"The Alexander Pope spoke directly at me in his American drawl, as I stood to the side watching this explicit picture of graphic torture porn open before me ...

So, I did. With my hammer hard and aching in my hired 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 pornography scandal ..."the words, sensational in their linkage, kept on playing in my head, but I didn't precaution. I couldn't stop this ... it was what we wanted. It WAS ... wasn't it ?

Fuck, I was so damn strong and my knowing fingers were rapidly bringing my climax on.

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

"discharge ... Releeeeease ... tone ending ! ! !"She cried out the safeword that The Pope had agreed with her.

"piece of ass that,"he growled back at her. We have no safe words here, and her groan of torture was lost inside the material of the bag.

No rubber words … my cock stiffened even more.

Her naked dead body writhed in horrific anticipation as the man, large and foreboding in his appearance, began to rain cats and dogs water supply onto her facial expression, laughing as he did so ... she convulsed in cause that were infused with an ever-increasing desperation. The bag was pulled back so we could see her moderately face covered in a lustre of glistening wetness, contorted with the agony of her brat, before he quickly covered her back up, capturing her feat to breathe, so he could ‘ drown'her all over again ...

"Cum if you want,"he looked over at me, his gaze focusing on my cock,"Come over here and explode on her tits while I do this, I'm gon na induce her toss out ... make her think she's dying ... you know that's what she wants ... what she wants ... what she wants ..."

His repeated words echoed with his laughter ... and then ...

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

"roll in the hay ..."I repeated. Then I realised that my fingers were wound assault my erecting. It had seemed so existent, the dream ... so fucking real.

I groaned and glanced at the sentence. 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 baby and would be for a few more than solar day yet. I closed my eyes and my thoughts turned to my Little young woman. How I wished she was here in bed next to me, so that I could pull her into my soundbox, hold her, nest her, osculate her, fuck her ...

Man, was I feeling tired ...

The maiden day back in theatre of operations following a holiday break was always a trial of movement, with extra decision to boil down and sharpen being required, and this time, with my potential for mental distraction being even greater, the vim required was even more burdensome !

But I only had a 10am clinic at the local BUPA hospital today and that was it. Two hours of promiscuous discussion and operative provision, and that was it. I then had the residual of the day to plot and plan and masturbate to my preferred Little girlfriend ...

The bag ... the water ... the agony and the pain ...

The Pope was a well-known BDSM Dominant, who I had seen ‘ do'on his porn theoretical account many multiplication online, how and why-the- screw he had suddenly appeared in my ambition I had no idea.

But I was delighted that he had because now I knew exactly what I would be doing with my short pain in the ass Slut the succeeding time we met !

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

Part 4 - The missy

A curry and a lager and a few Sir Thomas More lagers ... and to a bar and a few more lagers.

We should n't have. lecture tomorrow and she has to go household. Fucked.

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

prostration onto my bed. Too pissed to make water around with matter. wearing apparel off. trunk together. Sloppy mucky kissy fucky.

Sweet. Pissed.

making love her

Love her in the morning.

In the stinky flat in the dull morning light.

With a coffee in a come off mug.

Missing lectures and trains.

Snuggling with her in our mellifluous lie with nakedness.

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

On her belly. On her tits.

I do n't want you to go.

rich person to.

Same as you. sketch. sleep with you so much. fuck 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 married. Sort of a pro. form of well off. He 's fucking old.

Yeah.

But he 's thoroughly. I mean. Like ace practiced. 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.

Love you babe. have intercourse you Abi.

Shall we ?

Yeah. I want to.

Ok.

Then I will. When can you ?

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

Will you come down to me next weekend ? In N-town ? Yeah.

And then we can text him, right ?

Yeah.

candy kiss me Abi.

We kiss. mountain. 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 piece of tail I say.

We do.

I fucking lie with her.

want to be hurt again. By him. Badly. Me and Abi. Us both. nooky. How did I find this sweet sexy thing ? So, fucking sexy. So much want to watch her watching me being hurt and her being hurt too. So a lot Fucking love life her.

candy kiss her. buss her sweet gorgeous cunt. candy kiss her sweet soft tits. osculation her. buss her.

Fucking love her. So a great deal. Love her so much. shag. I want to smart again so fucking a good deal. Fuck.

dearest her.

Need him.

Fuck.

kiss her sugariness spread out mouth. Sip my digit into her scented soft slit. playground slide over her. Sleepy soft kissy dessert babe.

role 5 - The Guy

"... Waterboarding is a frame of water torture in which body of water is poured over a cloth covering the cheek and breathing musical passage of an block prisoner, causing the person to experience drowning ..."

Wikipedia had never sounded so erotic !

I could find the stretching of my trunks by the growing inflexibility of my erection just from reading the Word of God. The opinion of my slight Girl being tied down to a board of some sort, her naked, scare stricken 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 representative, I could vibe her while she was ‘ drowning'making it literally impossible for my strumpet to guide breath. I could actually stop her heart, and then defibrillate her back to life ... wow, that thought grew my hard on substantially. Could I actually fuck her while she was dying and then shock life back into her dead consistency ? Fucking hell !

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

I had to take a break from the volume of my persuasion and walk around the garden for a patch. The morning's clinic had been a pushover. Three post-operative check up's and a dyad of new surgical necessary. My private work was the icing on my professional cake. If it wasn't for the NHS working-hours-threshold, I would only do individual oeuvre. Not very public spirited I agree, but hey, this was about me !

I had thought about my Little Girl all throughout the session. Her face, her body ... breast, ass, bitch, nose, optic, pilus ... I wanted it all for myself !

Would she want Red to come with her again ? I hoped so, because whilst the slut was my obsession, her flame-haired friend was a lawful beauty. A canvas of decorated flesh designed only for pleasure. Was my pain toy taking her pleasure from Red's perfect tense body ... I guessed she was ... I hoped she was, and I assumed the BF had been consigned to history. My slight female child knew exactly what she wanted, and I knew that she wanted Red.

I suddenly realised that I had been holding my breath at times throughout my meandering walk, and so now I enjoyed a farsighted, gasping exhale and my body relaxed. Our gardens were a decent size and the air was fresh. coke had been forecast for the coming weekend but today was more take a hop like. Snow-drops had appeared in clumps around the lawn and the warmness of the Winter sun cutting through the chill was soothing.

As I sat for a while on the terrace that looked over the expanse of sess at the back of my place, I sipped at my coffee and thought about my little slut.

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

But could I truly stop her ticker ? Now that would be something. Actually establish her die for a few seconds before shocking her back into life ... tinker's damn, just ideate that ? I could get hold of high potential difference defibrillation machines for sure ... piece of ass, I really could kill her !

But where ? That was a more unmanageable question, and one which right now I did n't take the answer to.

******

Over the next distich of Clarence Day I found myself in dramatic art pretty much full time. In fact on Thursday the ninth of January I was called in during the early hour from my bed for an emergency.

The required surgery was reconstructive. Ribs shattered, along with shoulder bones and blades. I in high spirits impingement downfall fuelled by drink that put the guy in hospital and got me out of bed ! His intimate organs had been battered and at one point it was touch sensation and go. But he pulled through, we pulled him through.

It was sitting in the remainder arena after the surgery, for which I had been one of three surgeons, that I found myself alone with a untested, reasonably nurse.

'' Would you like burnt umber ? '' She asked me,"livelihood you awake for a little longer."She beamed a lovely grin at me.

Since Christmas, or more to the head, since meeting my piffling Girl, I was seeing ‘ sex'and ‘ sexiness'everywhere. TV advert, shop supporter, girlfriend in the street and right now I found myself staring at the truehearted breasts of this Whitney Young nurse as they pushed against the mingy juicy forepart of her uniform. Fuck, I needed passing. Not just from my own hand, but proper freeing inside the physical structure of my slut.

I could sense my groyne tingle as the hot java was placed before me."Are you going home to catch some Z's now ?"She asked.

"well certainly to pillow,"I nodded back."I managed a few hours 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 make love the surgeons pretty well.

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

"thought process so,"she replied sitting back on the comfy lounge. I watched as the hem of her uniform made its way up her thigh and she unwittingly flashed her leg at me Thomas More than she realised.

"Thought we were going to take to defib him at one spot ..."the nurse relaxed into the seat, closing her center. The guy had been in a hapless way, but we had patched him up and left him in ICU to complete his recovery ...

The doctrine of analogy of giving him his life back was not lost on me as, in the presence of this pretty young nurse, with the long, slender stage, I thought of how I could do the Sami for my Little young lady when the time came, but this prison term in the name of titillating torture !

******

"What's that building over there ?"I asked my nursing workfellow as we left the hospital together.

"What, the old basement store ?"She replied, building the solution to my question into the reciprocal motion of her own.

My interest was piqued."basement 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 head,"No idea really. I guess old poppycock maybe. You surgeons and senior Management can actually get into it if you ever needed to. The computer code you have set on your flip for the master building is the same as the code on the keypad for the old storehouse. Let me cognize 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 succeeding time."

I smiled back, but my psyche was already ticking over. The old cellar depot, to which I had access, apparently. Had I just found the office for the next assignation with my little adulteress ?

share 6 - The Girl

buss her on the lips. In her mouth. At the post. hug. Til the weekend.

rear to the depository library. study. Late public lecture. My paw hurt. Pop anovulant. Want to phone him. The BF. Know I ca n't. Pissed off. bang her. Abi.

home plate. Bathroom 's liberate so have a soak. Stings. Lie on my bed. medicine. Let 's Eat grandmother. Put some clips on my nipple and twist. That 's good.

Take myself to the student union bar. Beer. Slouch sexily. A initiatory year tries to chat me up so I let him. puff him into a street corner and snog and drag him home and fuck.

Can I have your number he asks. No fucking way. talking to. My hands hurt. missy her.

Text her.

Dying to see you on Friday night. Kiss you.

Shall we contact him ?

Yeah.

Who do you retrieve he is ?

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

Tremble a bit. Another sip of beer.

It 's me. fountainhead, 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 get it on. We want you to hurt us again. You decide everything, ok ?

Press send.

shag. Let Abi get it on. I so want to lie with her and kiss her again.

My fucking bridge player hurt.

Part 7 - The Guy

Hearing the door suction stop softly shut behind me was far to a greater extent inebriate 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 imagination had already leapt ahead to when I may well return with my footling slattern to company me.

It was indeed a cellar and the small outwardly visible building had, upon the code lock being entered and the door opened, immediately lead down a trajectory of endocarp stairs. The low inner room access into which I had walked, had an auto-operated visible light that, upon my entering, flickered into some form of faded life via the stark, raw single bulb that dangled above me.

It looked like a place that hadn't been breached since before the minute world war, but the placement of a illumine, 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 come into here and discover what we were doing ! As unintelligent as this sounds, that element of potential difference for discovery made what I was planning even more energise ... I had felt the same about the woodland setting from the cobbler's last meetings.

The brightness gave me just long enough to descend the stairs before it clicked off, leaving me to initiate the torch in my phone to see anything else through the gloomy darkness.

If I was to build this the stage setting for my Little miss's adjacent torture, I would involve candles.

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

But as a venue for my next outing with my Pain jade, it was perfect. It was dingy for certain, and filled with dusty boxes and old electrical gear, medical pawn and metal shelving along one incline was filled with diminished, cardboard packing boxes.

But the storey place was tumid and there was a stock of unused wood along with a small pile of bricks stacked in one box ...

... that would fall in useful for for certain, but there was more that I needed to make this oeuvre.

body of water and power. There had to be some form of mightiness with the lighter in the threshold working, and I was right. By circling the phone's Light Within radio beam around the walls, I found several sockets, and by plugging an old boiler into one of them I was able proved that the world power was participating. Good.

Then the pot ! A sinkhole, and taps with water supply ...

This place was ideal ... perfect tense. The game was very much on !

******

It was the good afternoon of Friday the 10th of Jan. My wife was returning to me. I was at the local anesthetic station, the one that required a short further power train journeying 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 deep brown. My head was filled with my slut, as always, but now the mind-share that she monopolised was crammed with program for her next ‘ adventure'with me.

It was while I sat in the moderately occupy café, with my coffee, awaiting the return of my wife, that my phone buzzed.

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

I stared at the words. It was her, my footling daughter. The give-and-take were unequivocal and to the distributor point. There was piffling 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 perfect illusion, but the notice of their availability was short, very brusque. Could I relieve oneself this piece of work ? I had to, because I needed her, needed them, as much as they needed me !

******

"fountainhead, I can't really complain devout, now can I ?"My wife had just flopped in the death chair, the large leather one in our front way that looked out over the gardens through the declamatory window."After all I have just had a hebdomad at my sister's so a weekend league is a pain in the neck, because I will overleap you, but if that's where you need to be then so be it."

Fuck, this was too easy. My wife smiled up at me as I brought her a hot mug of hatful 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 married woman was kind of very fit. Still slim, the right hand bra kept her knocker 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 loosen for a while. I have wine chilled ... I might even unite you."My grin turned to a smirk ...

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

Under cover of the running body of water from the independent bathroom, the one with the vauntingly jacuzzi bath, I took out my phone.

"Little daughter, this weekend is exquisitely. Get the train to Leeds. receive me at 2pm at the station. We will ingest it from there. You will be returned on Sunday."

I crafted my schoolbook with as much briefness as she had written hers, and smiled at my use of the word of honor ‘ returned ’. It made it sound like she was a ‘ packet'a ‘ thing'or a ‘ movable ’, to be transported under the directional whim of others. I grinned to myself picturing her meter reading this.

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

I pressed SEND.

Part 8 - The Girl

railroad train through the ugly English weather. Going to see her.

Clickety clack.

Snuggled by the window.

Clickety clack.

recital Olivia Gatwood. So gorgeous. She is. Her penning 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. fan. Love her. Sweet diffused sexy.

Ping. The phone.

Kisses. Ca n't stop.

Him. Tomorrow at 2. At the station.

Fuck.

So, it 's happening. And I 'm take a shit scared. And Irish bull excited. Hug her. We 're both pock excited. Fuck !

gear. Again. A unintelligent early on start. We decided we wanted to get the most from the weekend ...

So around 7.15 and a change at Chesterfield.

Get in by 9ish. Fucking excited. So so daunt. Text 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 piteous workforce still hurting.

Footsie under the tabular array. The couple future to us possess no fuck estimate. What we are going to Leeds for.

Smile at her. She 's so amazingly beautiful. So fucking gorgeous. And we 're going so he can bruise us.

Clickety clack.

Almost there.

Nine qualifying by. Suburbs. Dirty place. Clackety mouse click. Screeching to stop.

Two miss on the platform.

Two pretty young girls.

A bit queasy. Bite our mouth. Scared. Excited.

come to be hurt and hurt bad.

Two pretty crazy missy. Wondering. Fucking wild daughter. And no-one else knows ...

And we 're so hump excited.

About the idea of being hurt by him.

I love her so much ....

Part 9 - The Guy

The Nox before. Alone. In the bathroom.

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

Love her, Red ! get it on you more my Little daughter !

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

Still hard. Edge repeat. Edge repetition. ass I am aching for release, aching for Red's body. Aching for yours more.

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

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

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

"takings off the gown."I say with controlled assertion. I was going to save it for them. bring through my sperm cell, my thick, white germ ... though not so thick anymore since the vasectomy. But still rich and I would generate Sir Thomas More for them.

She furrowed her brow back at me.

"Stand the fuck up and strike off the surgical gown. NOW !"I repeated.

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

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

My married woman stood and the dilute nightie slipped from her shoulder. It was all she had worn since the tub. I hadn't joined her then, but my subsequent wanking and thoughts of them had pushed me beyond the boundary, and now my button couldn't delay. I moved to her and grabbed her by the roots of her hair, pulling back, exposing her neck for my rima oris ...

She liked it like this, my married woman, well sometimes at to the lowest degree, and so she whimpered as I attacked her quiet flesh with my lips.

My disengage paw closed over her display breasts, not quite so house without the fettering of a bra, but they felt good.

"I missed you so a lot ..."she whispered as I threw her face first over the couch. As I thrust my erecting into her high, exposed slick magazine opening, it was intellection of my Little Girl and her flame haired friend that fuelled my lustfulness. When I came deep inside my wife's pliable, soaking wet twat, it was all I could do to stop myself from crying out for them ...

******

The comply sunrise saw the weather condition turn ugly. Today was the day ... fuck !

The ‘ Heartstart'portable defibrillator from Duke of Edinburgh had been on charge all night. Most sawbones and Senior advisor had such a car, it proved a requirement peter for some parking brake. Never had I imagined using it in the way I intended to over the adjacent 24 hours though.

Sitting at the table by the windowpane I stared at the MacBook CRT screen open in front of me. I had found an academic opus on Waterboarding, an interview on YouTube, and was avidly watch, and listening through my headphones ...

INTERVIEWER : distinguish me, Doctor, what is it about waterboarding that makes it so disputative ?

medico X : first gear of all, it can cause a range of very serious injuries. These include lung damage, give osseous tissue due to the violence with which dupe struggle against their restraints, brain harm from oxygen depletion, pneumonia, hyponatraemia - that's a rare but deadly status caused by lack of sodium in the blood - right through to asphyxiation, choking on puking, or dry drowning. But what makes it especially controversial is that, unlike former harsh inquiry techniques, it is specifically designed to train the subject area as close to death as possible.

I could hardly hold back myself. piece of tail yes, this was going to be damned life-threatening, uptight in the extreme. I continued to listen.

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

DOCTOR X : Exactly. According to the US Internal document we have studied, by its own purpose Waterboarding"closely replicates"the sensory faculty of drowning.

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

Doctor X : The language is misleading. The subject IS drowning, just not subaquatic. Interrogators are instructed to pour the piss when a detainee has just exhaled, so that he or she is forced to ingest H2O directly into the lungs. That's drowning, by any medical checkup definition. Interrogators are also allowed to force the H2O down a detainee's pharynx using their handwriting. [ READS FROM MEMO ]"The interrogator may cup his hired man around the political detainee's nozzle and rima oris to dam the runoff, in which guinea pig it would not be possible for the detainee to breathe at all during the application of the water."And here, a little later : [ READS ]"We understand that urine may enter - and accumulate in - the detainee's mouth and nasal cavity, preventing him or her from breathing."

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

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

I removed the headphones and looked outside over the gardens. The alcoholic green and myriad colours of Spring and Summer, and to a certain extent autumn, disappeared in the Winter, giving way to a sparse exhibit of desolate outlines.

The weather exterior was awful. It hadn't rained for a while, not really since that time when I first had my lilliputian Girl in the Natalie Wood, but now the deluge had been falling all night, a relentless, depressing deluge that battered the ice pane before me.

At ten o'clock on Saturday dawn it was so overcast and benighted that the security measures lightness were still on outside, and, despite their sullen yellow glares, I could barely see the abstract of the tree diagram arm, now devoid of their leaves, across the lawns through the thickly sheet of water supply that poured down.

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

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

I felt her psyche rest on my back as my speech sound vibrated in my pocket. I turned and kissed my wife. But I needed to break from her, fix the mental modulation from safe husband to my other persona, the one that two youth girls were travelling a yearn way to meet in just a few hours.

As I retrieved my apparel bag, packed with a few ‘ cover account'wearing apparel and toiletry, I opened the message.

"We're here. Having coffee bean in the Weatherspoons pub at the station. Can we come across before 2 ?"

My affection raced. They were here and they were so blame early.

I had things to buy before meeting them, and it was me that dictated the terms, me that held the control here. Her textual matter was timed at 10:15am.

"No, we can't. You get to enjoy a romantic few time of day with Red in the big City Centre, but we can have a lowly change of plan. Nearer the coming together meter head out of the city via the main University. You will come across a heavy sweep of grass. It's called Woodhouse Moor. There's a pocket-size car Mungo Park. Meet me there at 1pm. You might need to buy an umbrella for the walk."

I pressed SEND.

******

It was fifteen minutes to one o'clock when I found myself just a curt distance away from the Moors Car Park. The Defib machine was in the kicking of the car, along with my overnight bag and a second bag now filled with roach, cable ties, alligator clips, epithelial duct tape, piece of tail and nails, a hammer, a drill and a gravid, brawny whisker dryer. I also had a vibrator, a magnanimous wand than I used before. All items that I had picked up and paid cash for from a assortment of root over the retiring mates of hour, even the hair drier, all except the drill and hammer ... those I already had.

The moors were ahead of me now, in wide view. A huge expanse of Gunter Wilhelm Grass either side of a meddling briny road that bridged the urban center Centre with the nearby student district feeding the University.

I felt my upheaval ascent as I clicked on the indicant to turn into the car parking lot. It was deserted on a day like this, pissing it down with rain ... empty all except for two vernal bookman standing huddled under a large umbrella.

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

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

They both turned to look at me and suddenly I was no farseeing the dependable husband, the see operating surgeon that earned such a good living and lived in a big house overlooking the countryside, looking after his wife and family ... I was their man. The degenerate they needed. The dominant who would use them and hurt them. That man was back inside me now and how I had missed him.

Red, in jean and black jacket crown, hair soaking wet from the rain that the umbrella had failed to take in, looked stunning ... my trivial miss in a dungaree jacket, tee shirt and a prospicient flowy, studenty kind of bird ... looked equally adorable and I could already envisage them both naked in my nous's eye.

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

I had this consequence planned. The next 24 hr would commence here. Both young woman came running over, an eagerness about their demeanour.

"We came,"my Little lady friend said with an enthusiastic argument of the obvious.

I simply nodded and smiled at Red."estimable to see you Red,"I said holding out my arms as I ignored the slut. I saw Red groove her brow at my Little female child as she fell into my embrace, but that was all part of the architectural plan to slim down the slut to the level of nothing. Ignored. Used. Hurt. It's what she wanted, wasn't it ?

I opened the door for Red, the front man passenger door, saying"Get in quickly, out of this damn rain."

"Shall I get in here,"My Little Girl was already moving to unfold the nates door.

"You will rest out in the fucking pelting 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 cover my-self.

The slut stood chill, exposed fully to the mercy of the rain, her hair plastered to her head. I moved to her and, in a motility not unlike the one I used on my wife the previous even, grabbed the wet curls with my free hand to twist her neck opening and promontory so that she faced me while her body was facing a different charge. She gasped and I grinned.

"Take off your jacket."I ordered.

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

"Now the tee shirt."Closing her eyes, she paused, but only for a minute. As I watched her struggle to pull the wet top up and over her head, I felt my groin prickling. Her hands were still bandaged and I could see how painful it was still for her to use them. I would audit 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 pilus to the back of the car. I opened the kick door and ordered her in.

She looked up at me and her eyes once more spoke, this time silently saying"In here, in the fuck boot while she is in the front with you ?"But those actor's line were never said, and in the slovenly woman climbed.

"The bra please."I think she knew that was coming and despite the restricted paw use, she quickly handed me the underclothing. I stared at her titty. My dream the other night had pictured them without a mar, but that was not what they were like. Still full and business firm of course, they were scarred with the small, mend puncture patsy from the skewers and the welt bell ringer of the whip. Beautiful.

As I pulled the secure- pet gauze over her, skirt risen as high as her thighs, my hussy was forced to lay down on her side of meat. I cable tied her wrists behind her vertebral column and closed the lid of the boot door 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.

Part 10 - The daughter

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 tabular array. Sweet lovely her.

And ... why hasten ?

cocksucker. We want the hour to rush so he can strip us and hurt us.

piece of tail mad.

talk of the town to her.

What do you opine he 'll do she asks.

Do n't like. Up to him. That 's the hatful. 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 worry. He can have sex toss off me if he wants. As long as he does n't mark my fount. As long as it hurts.

That 's me. piece of tail. How is this me ?

A recollective pass. In the rain. It always rains here. And then we wait. In the rain.

Him.

Pissing 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 have to ask

Bra off.

teat soaked.

fuzz soaked.

My fucking hand hurt.

He can do what he fucking wants. That 's what I want. Nothing. Just what he wants.

This weekend my dead body is n't mine.

That 's how I want it.

His.

To fuck with.

I 'm scared.

I 'm stunned shtup stupid. I have a life.

I do n't care.

I want him to smart me.

I like this,

I like how this has started. I want it.

I want it.

piece 11 - The Guy

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

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

I laughed.

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

"facial expression Red, I'm in charge here, I dictate the terminal figure and if I say the slut goes cold and wet, half naked into the boot of my car then that is what happens."

We sat in muteness 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 interrogative another way.

This fourth dimension she nodded."Yeah, I guess so. She dumped him, the BF, and we've kissed n fucked n clobber since we left you last weekend, so ..."

trade good. I liked that.

It took no more than twenty hour of driving on the rain-soaked roads to get us the infirmary. The main buildings and wings were interfering, as they always were at weekends, mainly with visitor. But there wasn't many people actually out on the streets or in the entry given the inclement weather, which made our front quite routine as we drove round the position, and then the back, past the car park I had been heading towards when I first discovered this edifice, so that we could stop out of sight near to the entrance to the cellar ... my basement ... our basement.

"okeh, 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 slight and so we were getting to a lesser extent wet as I opened the thrill and pulled back the pet-secure netting.

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

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

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

"Strip her naked."I issued the command and saw the admirer look at the slut, who nodded.

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

"goodness,"I remarked, apprising my Little Girl's naked trunk with an admiring eye.

Moving to her I gripped my Little little girl's hair in my fist once more. She gasped as I pulled and twisted, but the gasps turned to a sob as I parted her second joint and began to slowly stroke her twat, not opening her, not yet, just stroking the full duration from her perineum to her button and back again, time after fourth dimension until she cried out and her articulatio genus wobbled.

I laughed and let her go. On the edge of her sexual climax my piddling girl resumed her position with a trembling stance.

The rainwater was coming steadily again now.

"Stay just here,"I said to the slut, moving her to the side of the building, away from the shelter of the raised car kick door,"Red and I will unpack."

By the sentence the champion and I had taken my udder, the defibrillator, and the former accouterment down the Harlan Stone steps, lit the wax light and paved the way for our entry, a further twenty dollar bill min had passed by for my Little young lady to stand shivering, dripping wet. I would demand to be careful she didn't twilight ill from exposure ...

"motion it cunt,"I ordered, pushing the fornicatress forward towards the steps. Red was already down there in the moth-eaten basement computer storage way, 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 word"Waterboarding ”, but it didn't take either of them hanker to realize what was going to come about, not when they saw the items that I had readied for our reaching. Buckets and bricks and wood and ...

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

I nodded,"Oh yes, and in so many dissimilar fashion ..."

There was a silence at first and then the sound of a steady weewee flow. I looked round to see my Little lady friend pissing herself. Her middle closed, her peg parted a little for comfort as the lucky arc gushed from between her legs.

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

"Are you scared,"I asked her.

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

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

"What's the jounce Machine for ?"Red was still asking questions, whereas my ashamed and already humiliated small girl was glad to await quietly, standing in the pool of her own peeing, helping hand still transmission line tied behind her back and contemplate her luck silently.

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

"Fuck !"was all that I heard in response.

I diverted my attention to the slut. I needed to check her wounds, but first an old alloy bucket filled with water from the tap was used by me to swill the water from the stone floor.

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

Nothing.

"Do. You. translate. Me ?"

The slut nodded her head.

"trade good, now stand still."I moved around her examining the wale and scars. All were healing well, and to be bazaar I hadn't really hurt her with the whip last weekend, it was more about her hands.

"Did you change the bandaging like I said ?"

My Little daughter nodded. I knew she had because the hand bandages she wore today were clean without any trace of seepage. I knew that underneath the mess would be sealing already, congealed with clotting blood that would now be forming a strikebreaker. In a calendar week or two, when the blackleg came loose, there would be just a diminished round shaped scratch either side of each laurel wreath, and that would be all.

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

"Is this really a estimable mind ?"Red sounded far Thomas More than cautious ; her vocalization showed that she was becoming really scared.

I just turned to look at her. The flame-haired friend still fully dressed as opposed to me stark defenseless, exposed Little Girl, 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 hold out thing my lilliputian Girl and I needed was individual who knew what we did but wasn't a office 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 hussy and she looked down at the long plank arranged between two lowly piles of bricks so that it was raised a little off the floor.

My Little Girl looked up and me, tears streaking her cheap eye constitution and she said,"Am I going to die ?"

Part 12 - The fille

In the back of his car. Under some variety of net. Like a dog. Wet, cold, half-naked.

Shivering.

coldness and wet and scared and thrilled.

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

No melodic theme where we are. I can learn the wipers and the rain and him talking to Abi.

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

He opens the boot.

She 's there.

He calls me a bitch. Tells me to get out. OK. I do.

Tells her to undress me. I look at her. We 're in some populace place. Like a campus or hospital or something. But that 's in the distance. Here it 's like an old abandoned factory or warehouse or something. I think this is the place.

She does n't want to undress me.

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

They leave me there. I begin to reckon. 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. ikon in my nous. He can kill me doing that. He can hurt me and terrify me and there wo n't be any marks.

Apart from where he ties me down.

Those will mark.

Then the early stuff.

Fuck. He 's going to electrocute me. I ca n't aid it. I feel my pissing running down my leg. So ass frightened.

But so fucking excited.

This is really going to offend. I so want this. I want to hurt so much. But I 'm scared. I think I do n't want to die. Not here.

Abi 's scared. He tells her she can leave. She says no. I 'm relieved, I so want her with me.

He didn't say me that I could leave.

He tells me to lie down.

I am really shit scared. It 's for real. I thought I was imagining but it 's for real. And it will set off so soon. And it will be awful and I am so fucking scared.

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

I 'm crying. I ca n't help it. My belly is alike spark advance. My essence is trembling. I 'm so, so scared.

I 'm going to be incapacitated. 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 want to die. I just want to offend. I really want to pain. Naked and helpless and hurting. I want it so much.

But I 'm so sleep with pock ...

Part 13 - The Guy

She was scared, my fiddling Girl. I mean really scared. I had never seen her heart so filled with little terror ... little terror and tears.

Her simple words"testament I die ?"were bordering on being heart- breaking, even to me, her torturer.

"Please, Sir, don't do this ..."Red was still pleading for her protagonist, her lover ... and she called me ‘ Sir'in her desperation to attract to my coarse sense. But this shot transcended common horse sense, it transcended anything at all ...

"Yes, I believe you will, Little fille,"was all I said in answer to the slut's question. I had already tied thick string around the adulteress's neck opening, securing her to the wooden plank, and was currently busy 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 board. As the slut whimpered, I looked down at the crisscross Brand near to her mound. I fingered it, touching the healing Deutschmark ...

"You will always be mine Little Girl."

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

I might well bear imagined the slut's moan, 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 dusty floor. Her eyes were open but she looked dizzy, dazed almost ...

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

I continued to bind the trollop. Completing the ankle tie I moved to the top of the inning of her thighs. I wrapped respective distance of the string around her second joint, right at the very top, pulling them together, before tying her articulatio radiocarpea and knotting each articulatio radiocarpea rophy with the twine around her thigh, securing her hands by her side. I then took the binding and wrapped it under her ramification but around the wood. The resultant flavor was very aesthetically pleasing, and as I stood my pleased reflection most probably showed that was the case.

Kneeling once more, the last tie had gone around my minuscule young lady's knee, and now she was immovably secured to the retentive wooden board that was raised from the ground by a small stack of bricks and concrete pieces at either end, with the ‘ invertebrate foot'end being raised mellow so that any superfluous weewee from the ‘ Boarding would run up her boldness and into her nose.

I looked back rhythm at Red, who was now kneeling, her jacket and sweater removed to let on a skimpy blue robe top.

"Do you want to kiss her Red ?"I asked. If my intonation made it sound like the offer was for them to engage in a final exam kiss then that had been my intention. With a sob her flame-haired supporter crawled over to my jade and, placing a gently helping hand on her impudence, she lowered her sassing until their mouth touched. Then she kissed my Little young lady, who kissed her back.

"move 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 candle, which, unless the automatic bulb was on, which it wasn't, the wax light were the only light we had. We had no indication of Night or day outside, pelting or radiancy ... it was like being inside a Pharaoh's grave ...

The slut was visibly shaking, and she had clenched her fists in an elbow grease to verify her earth tremor. Red had moved away and was now backed up against the wall, watching everything unfold ...

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

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

Stripped down to my tee shirt, with my dislodge helping hand I picked up the credit card jug filled with urine from the nearby alloy bucket, also filled with piss, and began to pour.

It flowed in a clear, thin flow over the cloth and for a long moment naught happened. Then, with a sudden gasp, my Little Girl released the breath she'd been holding and inhaled the piddle.

She choked violently, her arm convulsing, her principal shaking from side to side in a mad attempt to traverse the fluent accession to her mouth.

"Jesus,"I heard Red muttering."This is unbearable."I turned my head briefly to look around but the girl with the hanker flame hair kept on watching.

On and on I poured. Glancing at the fluid telephone at my position away from the water pour ... I knew how yearn each application of water would last. After exactly 20 second gear, I stopped.

Peeling back the cloth my adulteress stared across-the-board eyed at the ceiling. She couldn't standoff breath, and when her eyes began to come out I immediately pushed her font to the side of meat so that she could be sick the liquid mental object of her breadbasket away from her body.

"Fuck this, you have to stop, please stop."But Red's pleading only spurred me on, and her supplication exertion were somewhat diluted given that she made no attempt to move away from her vantage point.

Leaning into my piddling Girl, and with an almost gentle soupcon, I smoothed the wet haircloth out of her eyes, tucking it back behind one ear. The slut was still shaking, the concern showing in her face.

My Little One held her breath as I stroked her breast, enjoying the feel of her wet, laborious nipple. I could tell apart that it wasn't a conscious decisiveness but an instinct, her organic structure saying, ‘ no you can not let this happen to you ’. But she could only hold it so long, and of course I knew that. I also knew that by pausing like this, waiting for her to inspire, increased the mental anguish and the ultimate impact.

When, finally, my Little Girl drew a breath, a great gasping inhalation of the air her body was screaming for, it wasn't air she sucked in but weewee. I decanted the second pouring with gross timing. Water filled her throat and lungs like cement, and with it would come a bolt of annoyance that would only construct her pant for yet more air. And there was none, only more water.

Her lungs would be exploding and the imperativeness between her auricle would be immense. It would be like that moment when you swam underwater as far as you could and actualize 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 moment I thought it was too late, that she was going to turn a loss consciousness. But then, with a massive effort from within her heaving chest, she forced herself to fight for air.

Spluttering and gasping, turning her head herself this prison term, the slut once more puke up what was in her lungs, the water spluttering out of her in a spring, and she was alive.

There were no run-in, but she sobbed, hard, an natural process that only used up more DOE and breath.

"And now again,"I heard myself saying. As my petty female child shook her heading violently in mute objection, I tightened the cloth over her face once more, waited for the inevitable inhalation and I poured again. This time for longer.

Her body shook ...

I kept on pouring ...

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

I tightened the material and continued to pour.

My prick was hard, my eye was racing. I had never been this consumed by lecherousness before, ever !

Her head teacher tried to draw in away from the cloth ...

But I held it firm, over her aspect and kept on pouring ...

She mewed, and choked, and writhed like a Pisces the Fishes in her bondage.

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

My Little Girl's struggles slowed, her chest stopped heaving, her soundbox ceased it's lascivious squirming ... the material over her face was rendered motionless ...

... And this clock time she died.

office 14 - The Girl

He 's tying me. Tight. I like it. My feet slightly high-pitched than my head. Tight. I like being tied tightly.

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

I 'm humming Lana Del Ray in my head ... 'Got my bad baby by my heavenly side/I know if I go I 'll die happy tonight .'

She kisses me.

'Kiss me hard before you go/Summertime sorrowfulness .'I kiss her. I love her.

'And now we begin'he says.

I am fucking scared.

But I want this too. Too much.

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

Wetness clings tight to me. Filling my nozzle and mouth. So ? I think.

More. to a greater extent than I can imagine.

More.

I hold my breath. I ca n't. I just ca n't. I ca n't guess. piece of tail !

Free ! I can hardly puff. fucking. I 'm puking piss. Fuck ! squat. backbone. More.

I want. I fucking do n't. I want to turn back. I do n't !

I want to fucking breathe !

My puss hurts.

I feel so fucking hot.

I ca n't fucking breathe !

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

I hate this !

So bed much. Puke !

Again. cover again.

Fuck ! My promontory 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. piece of tail ... ass ...

fuck ...

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

I 'm electric. I 'm so screwing beautiful ... nookie ....

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 ... buss ... kiss ...

kisses ...

Part 15 - The Guy

I heard the vomiting, choking sound behind me and I turned to see Red vomiting in a corner. That would smell, I needed to swill it away, just as soon as I had brought my piddling Girl back to life.

"Bring me the defib now Red !"I shouted my instruction whilst slitting the string ties around the jade'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 slut's header back, stretching her neck and opening her airwaves. I placed the modest masquerade over her mouth, pinched her nose and released the atomic number 8 in five small volley into her. This was undecomposed than ‘ a buss of life ’, more atomic number 8 ... to a greater extent quickly.

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

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

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

"We ?"Red interjected. I laughed again.

Connecting the launch area to dry function of my Little fille's chest of drawers I clicked and released. Her nubile and used body bounced away from the woodwind as far as the remaining ties would provide."But this shock will have her middle pumping the right layer of rakehell with pretty much immediate effect."

I repeated the jolting shock.

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

She was alive ... and cook for Sir Thomas More ! I stood and looked at Red.

"Go swill that puke you disgusting slit,"I said with aggression to the friend.

"Don't yell me that, please."

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

I heard the piddle swill and she drank and then she stood looking at me ... waiting.

"comic strip ..."I ordered.

"Are you gon na ‘ Board me too ?"She asked, her run-in intoned in part with fear and in farther, maybe more, function with excitement.

Whilst being characteristically dissimilar, they really were two of a kind, my Little Girl and her flame haired friend.

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

I turned my position to find out, as, nodding at me, Red pulled her thin blue vest top over her head and off, letting it float to the trading floor. shortsighted body of work was made of the matching blue bra and, toeing off her brake shoe, she wriggled provocatively out of her jeans. Facing me wearing only pitch-dark lace panty, I nodded at her and she wound them down to pull up stakes her standing facing me totally, gloriously naked.

stretching her arms high, she ran her hands through her hair, accentuating her breasts and bearing ...

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

Goddess like, almost.

"Come here,"I gave Red her next instruction. She moved to stand over both the slut and I as I knelt by her side. There were no windows in this position and the darkness from candles cast an eerie gloom over our vignette.

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

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

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

I nodded,"Yes my sweet slut, you did. But we saved you."

She smiled with a dreamy, docile spirit on her face."Thank you,"she whispered, and then she grunted as I shoved the wand between her thighs, forcing the declamatory object into the gap that wasn't there. But pushing hard I was able to spread out her thighs enough to plug the wand in place and then slip it upwards so that it forced its malevolently intended way into her pussy, her swollen labia enveloping around the head, sucking it in.

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

"Massage her clit."I smiled as the friend's fingers moved to my Little Girl's slit and began to pester the solidification little nub that was surfacing above the bellying sceptre head.

The fornicatress groaned and began to worm, pushing into Red's touch. I retied new twine 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 instant and then removed it, to see her gasp for air, her breathing now impacted by her reception to Red's ministration and the wet cloth restricting her atomic number 8 supply.

"electrical switch on the verge Red."

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk !"My Little Girl stiffened and pushed her jetty into the vibrating intruder. A wonderfully delicious sight.

"Now leave her twat to the wand, it will stay in situation on its own, and manoeuvre with her white meat, use your mouth and fingers, make them hurt, make the slut cry out.

And she did. Squeezing the Little missy's nipple in between her finger's breadth and thumb, biting them ... the loose woman was clearly confused as to which sensation to rivet on, the pleasure or the pain. But then, as, in her rig orgasmic state of subspace, she gasped for breath, exhaling a aloud groan, and that was my cue to tighten the cloth around her face and pour more weewee over her disguised features.

This time her torment was rapture. I could see a stark outline of her pretty typeface clearly plastered to the soaking wet material as she writhed to the wand, squirmed to Red's painful ghost and struggled to take a breath at all.

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

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

And so I released the fabric and enjoyed the sight before me of the jade's astray eyes, her raised read/write head and her completely rigid consistency forcing out the coming that was running amok inside her naked, bound and abused body ...

And she screamed so loudly that I was sure someone would hear us ... but there was no one around and so the slut's loud, plaintiff outcry went completely unappreciated by anyone but Red and I ...

Part 16 - The Girl

screwing ! I 've been kicked in the teat ! What the fuck !

Shit.

I 'm fucking being sick.

asshole !

Fuck !

Fuck !

piece of ass ! I 'm active. I think ...

piece of ass !

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

I blink.

My fount is covered with whatever. Spittle. Vomit. My eyes are full of water.

I can see her. naked. Her fingerbreadth in her fuzz. Red fuzz. So get it on gorgeous.

Something in me.

Between my legs. So ...

Shit.

Good !

So ... fucking sweet.

So ...

Oh my shtup god !

So ...

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

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk !"

kissing my mamilla. Biting. I fucking love her. Shit it 's hurting. Fuck !

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

Water.

Ca n't breathe.

Feel my dead body losing dominance. bounce. Cunt burn. SO screw

AMAZING ! ! !

Fucking hell ! Where the hell am I ? I 'm lost ! FUCKING perdition !

SO piece of ass GOOD !

I 'm bouncing !

I 'm so out of control !

I love this sooo much !

I 'm drowning. I 'm coming ! Soooo good ! Soooo in force !

Blink my optic out-of-doors. Look at my firmly, messy fucked up body. face at her beautiful shag soundbox. FUCKING LOVE HER !

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh ! ! ! ! ! ! Yeaaaaaaaaaah !

Stars and fireworks and every bloody matter and the in force fucking sexual climax ever in my totally crashing life !

screwing amazing beautiful fucking Abi ! Fucking amazing beautiful fucking thing !

I never want this to contain. I want this soooo fucking practically !

Part 17 - The Guy

Both girls 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 fan ...

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

For a prospicient time she had just laid in whimpering mickle, unmoving, eyes closed. The life story taken from her once more, at least metaphorically speaking, by the strength of the climax combined with the ‘ Boarding and the vibe. Too many sensations, a myriad of complexity that is too hard to process and too all-consuming to rationalise. So, she just lay there.

She looked stunning, the slovenly woman ... my beautiful niggling Girl. Her panting chest, the marks of the twine adorning her body.

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

The intensity had taken its toll.

I looked over at where Red sat with her back to the cold wall, her cap placed over her shoulders.

Her eyes too were closed. This sitting, hot on the cad of the woodland last week, had been too much for her. She looked exhausted, as, of course, did the slut.

And so, feeling the tune on my fifty-eight year old body, I too had taken the meter to rest up. Don't get me wrong, I was rampant and do-or-die to fuck them both, certainly the demand to put out my juices was becoming all consuming. But natural action such as this take their cost on me as well, and so I had snatched some balance, before distributing push drinks all round from my bag. The energy inducing potable were very welcome if the guzzling that ensued was anything to go by !

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

Red looked up and smiled as my piddling young woman approached, weeping breasts swinging, back talk being chewed, centre heavy with lustfulness ...

"infant I'm so sorry,"Red begged so delightfully, in such a meat rendering mode, for pardon from the slut, presumably for aiding and abetting the extreme point action mechanism that had been doled out thus far.

"Shhhhh,"replied my petty lady friend, and moved her finger to Red's mouth, before she kissed her lover's face all over ... nose, face, spike, neck and her soft, swollen lips.

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

At that instant, they both broke off their kiss and looked straight down at my hired man, planted firmly in my jeans.

Momentarily the conniption in the strong basement froze, but when I started to go my hired hand again, with their eyes gazing at me, the slut looked me in the eye and said ...

"ask it out, all the way, your cock ..."she urged me to exhibit my erection and I happily obliged by divesting myself of my jean, and then sat back in a well-fixed status, putting one hand behind my promontory. Closing my eye, I openly masturbated for them.

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

"You taking pity on a poor old man ?"I grinned at them, my speech a little ragged as my juices began to rise up from my balls.

The slut and Red both laughed, and as my middle flickered spread out I saw them, staring at my fist which was rhythmically stroking my fully rear cock, before I once again, closed my eyes to get lost in my own world of extreme fantasy.

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

nookie, it felt so good ... my paw guiding the touch, varying the speed up and down the inflexible duration of my erection.

Another hand joined the first gear and then my egg were cupped and fondled. Another groan, a loud whine, fuck this felt so thoroughly. So damn near !

Overwhelmed by the sense experience I let out a moan and took my hand away, leaving them with costless image to do whatever they wanted. Opening my eyes, I watched as the slut and Red slowly stroked my tool, fondling it, moving the primary quill attention alternately between them. I felt a spit, sensed warm breath, then I was swallowed ... oh fuck, ohhhhh yessss.

I came. Fuck, I came so toilsome. A brief coup d'oeil showed me that it was Red who had claimed my ejaculate, and she sucked me completely dry. Oh, how she sucked me.

After my convulsive, groin thrusting climax had dissipated, and my cock was left dripping with residue juice, I looked on while my strumpet and her flame-haired ally locked sassing and clearly swapped my semen from one to the other ...

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

They moved together and the slut pressed Red to the floor, pushing her breasts against hers, kissing her lips, hopefully tasting me again, pushing her second joint in between her friend's legs.

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

Red lay under the eagre, straddling form of my Little Girl, as the slut reached under her lover's physical structure to search the curves of her ass.

As their coupling became more pressing, I watched Red reach up and slide her fingers between welcoming backtalk after first stroking the smooth cheek nearby. dentition nipped and they both groaned with what was so obviously common desire ...

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

Moving deftly down her friend's organic structure, my Little Girl slid her glossa over Red 's self-conceited labia causing her to yawp in answer, her naked body trembling. The slut followed up with a long digit sliding into the go of her devotee 's ass, prodding at the belittled rose-like hole while she swirled her natural language on Red's button, which was no doubt, by now, engorged to bursting !

So obviously desperate for release, Red pushed her seawall into the slut's side, and rubbed her swollen slit against my short missy until she spasmed and cried out in a loud, physical structure 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 marriageable female flesh.

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

'' Is everything O.K. ? '' She asked Red.

'' Yes, very all right, '' her Quaker confirmed with a mysterious breathing spell and a quick glance in my direction.

We had all enjoyed a sacking of our pent-up lust and now it was clip to continue the prospect. I re-clothed myself and stood up.

Moving a larger opus of darker Grant Wood into position, like piles of bricks supporting either end, I looked at Red.

"Lay down on it,"I instructed her.

Her optic widened, and at the same consequence my slut began to provocatively chew at her bottom lip.

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

There was no dissent from the taller girl as she untangled herself from the slut and lay on the wood as teach. I tied her in a very similar personal manner to the way in which I had secured my lilliputian Girl. Red's pussy was swollen and puffy and was superbly highlighted between the besotted tie of the twine around her second joint. Each lady friend now had a bed of forest that they could call their own, and the property where the adulteress ‘ died'would not become sullied by someone else's suffering.

"The Glass jug please,"I held out my hired man to position this ‘ former ’, more flowery jug nearby as I pulled the material tightly underneath Red's head.

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

Red whimpered, rent in her center, veneration on her cheek. Her final parole to me before I stretched the cloth over her aspect were,"I don't want to die, please don't let me die ..."

I laughed and began to pour.

part 18 - The Girl

'I 'm so sorry'she said.

No grounds to be dreary 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 fount her lip her ears ... her adorable soft pinna ... Kissing her. She 's so sweet. So delicate. I love her so much.

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

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

We both know. We both skin senses him, kneel, slide our tongue over him. Up, down, coming ... coming.

Into our mouths.

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

And then displume each other close again. Kissing, feeling, touching so deeply.

Slower and faster and gasping and physical structure sliding.

Fuck I love her.

I love her for ever.

I love her so so much.

Her bitch in my face.

Pumping my mouth.

We slide apart. Slowly. smile. That was beneficial. OK ?

Very OK ...

I know she is. She 's perfect.

Her body heaving.

Gasping.

She ca n't stop now. I can feel her body coming. So fucking amazing. I can only ever have loved this girl ... drowning in her gorgeousness, in her sweet red hair.

Fuck I love her !

He sets up another bench. I know what for.

Abi knows what for.

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

Watch her tortured. My lovely cover girl girl.

Watch her wretch and pant and thrash in her bonds. I 'm so fucking excited.

I get him the water.

'I do n't require to die ... .'she says. He can drink down her like he killed me.

She knows that.

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

I do n't mind if he does drink down her as long as he kills me too. But not with the body of water. It 's too well-off. 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 care about dying. We all die. We want to hurt and we want him to injure us.

We want him to ca-ca us bleed.

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

meter for him to board her.

Time for him to torture us both.

More.

Make us hurt.

Sir Thomas More. Because we know each other now. And we know what we are. And we know what we want.

We want to hurt. To experience pain. To be objects. To not own our own consistence. To be his. To torture. To down if he wants.

And now he starts ... Slowly.

Pouring.

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

I have so often dearest for her. I have infinite love for her .... I stroke her grimace so gently as he starts ...

I wish I was her .... She 's so screwing beautiful ...

share 19 - The Guy

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

But eternal sleep was not on the agenda !

I held the material aspect cover tightly in my fist and let the water cum, in droplets first of all, but then in a steadying catamenia and finally a current that was directed over the outline of Red's nose and mouth.

The flame-haired girl was tacit, though her eubstance was squirming, performing a writhing desperate dance. The distort held her tightly, digging into her material body, allowing only her genu to raise away from the wooden circuit board, and her groin to convulse.

Red's swollen pussy looked peachy perfect, crying out for attention.

I released the cloth and Red sucked in a vast gasp of air, still unable though to say anything coherent because of the pee that had been ... and was probably still ... streaming down her throat.

I looked at my Little girlfriend and smiled. She smiled back. I loved her ... I knew that now. That was the word for it. A strange love, I accepted that fact, but it was love nonetheless.

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

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

The display board was angled, her head on the downward incline so that no water escaped without running over her face. Her business firm, tattoo decorated breasts were riding gamy on her chest, a fact that was clearly of no vexation as I slowly took the life out of her.

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

"The baton slut, render me the wand."

The legal document was placed into my men and without hold I pushed the vibration between Red's thighs. She arched as much as she could, pushing her physical structure into the intrusive phallus and her face into the cloth.

Beautiful.

"Pour more weewee,"I issued my instruction handing the jug over to my petty Girl.

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

As her struggle began to diminish, I removed the cloth, but then in replacement of it, and after a abbreviated prison term so that she could take a low breathing space, I closed my hand tightly around her neck opening and began to move the vibe in a circular motion, pushing it hard into her body.

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

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

I looked at the Little miss. She was watching with a arcdegree of intensity as the climax overtook her devotee. Red writhed in climactic transport, and as she did I left the wand squeezed tightly in lieu between her thighs, put the material back over her typeface and poured more water.

This was too practically for the red-haired young woman. I knew it would be. She needed to pant, to inhale, to manage her orgasm ... but now she couldn't, yet she had to proceed 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 young lady in a plain and simple, matter- of-fact kind of way.

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

"Yes,"my Little Girl replied, without hesitation. Her answer shocked me a little.

"Are you sure ?"I checked.

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

And so, I did. I kept on pouring and, as I did, the most surprise matter happened. The slut, ignoring the death throes of her supporter and lover, moved to me and, touching my cheek, turned my look her way, and kissed me. It was a longsighted passionate kiss, capable mouthed, desire fuelled ... get it on filled ? Maybe it was, certainly that was the suit from my side.

By the time we broke free of our embrace Red was suddenly. Her beautifully ornate torso was prostrate ... unmoving ... completely still. No chest heaving, no breathing, no pulse. Her breasts were still firm, her nipples remained hard and her twat 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 remain firm and fetch the Oxygen and the defibrillation automobile. But the slut put her hand on mine.

"Leave her,"she said simply. And then she kissed me again. Her hired man moved to the re-forming bump at my groin and she gripped it through my jeans. I pushed into her touch as she began to move her fingers along the shrouded length.

nookie, this felt so secure ... but ... the friend had passed ...

So damn respectable as she massaged her thumb around the swollen head ...

But ... Red was dead.

So, fucking expert ... it felt sooooo ...

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

"I win,"she remarked.

What the piece of tail ! Did we just play the eminent post game of chicken ever, with Red's life the prize ?

Fuck ! Fuckkkkk ! Would she really have let her supporter die ?

I had no time to reckon this through any further, getting the ‘ Oxygen Plus'into Red's consistence was now of Paramount Priority.

"You gon na Defib her as well ?"

I nodded as the fifth jet of O squirted into the dead fille's body.

Two jolting shocks later and Red was puking up water and sobbing her core out. I saw the jade smirk at me. She was more fuck weirdo than I knew ... and that thinking made me get laid her even more !

******

The booster sat shivering in a turning point of the room. It was a couple of 60 minutes since she had been boarded, and subsequently ‘ died ’, but still she said nothing. The slut sat next to her, naked still, with her arm around her supporter and devotee's articulatio humeri, cradling Red's exhausted also au naturel frame on the comforting open of her breasts.

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

"Get up,"my command was brief, assertive and to the percentage point. With a hard swallow the slut carefully manoeuvred Red's tired head away from her pectus and got to her feet.

"And you,"I indicated Red. The flame-haired Friend looked up at me through with child eyelids.

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

This was the finis. It hadn't been a portion of my initial plan but the idea came into my misrepresented mind as we rested following Red's ‘ embarkation. The persuasion made my cock hard, it had to happen.

"Sit, here."I looked at the slut who nodded and moved to the point indicated before sitting down on the dusty, soil floor.

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

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

I knelt and slid the bulgy end between her thigh and underneath the slut's body. She grunted as the sizable top dog sunk between her labia. Due to her seated post and the fact that all of her weight was pushing down onto the wand it slipped inside her, opening her slit, invaded her snatch. Now the grunt became a moan ... just wait until I switched it on !

"The bag, Red. That credit card one there."I indicated the clear plastic bag in which the two ‘ oxygen Plus'cannister had been packaged. It was large and still intact.

"Oh fuck, no ..."The Word of God of despair came from my little girl as she realised my intention, and so with a footling help from Red, I placed the bag over the slut's psyche. Getting her friend to pull it down tight I wrapped reams of black canal taping around her neck, securing the bag firmly in place, the sealing wax around my Little Girl's headway now intact, completely unbroken.

Then, taking Red's deal we stood back to look down upon the fiddling vignette.

Already my Little One's center were astray and the plastic was being frantically sucked into her lip as the bag sealed itself around her face. Her head shook as she was overcome with anguish. This was taking her more quickly towards death than the waterboarding had done and she knew it.

My slut mewed and writhed, and fell to one side of meat. I laughed and moved to pick her up again. Taking a new piece of string I fastened it around her neck opening and tied it off above her psyche, meaning that now she couldn't topple over. This was of the essence for the future division of my plan.

I stood back once more with Red as we watched the slut's consistence struggles become less and her fight to persist alive diminish. The credit card was now sozzled to her face and she would ingest no oxygen at all.

"Is it going to come about this time Mr ?"the friend asked.

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

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

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

"No, it's not ..."I responded and moved to where the slut was fading fast. Taking my minor knife I made a dent in the bag at the top of her brain. It wasn't a large hatchway by any means, but it was enough to permit air into the Navy SEAL. And my piffling girlfriend began to gulp it in, though it was more of a small suck as opposed to a mouthful !

Laughing at her endeavour to regain her life's breath, I took out my cock and held it to the gap. Positioning my pee trap to the opening I began to piss into the bag.

"You have to wassail it slut ... unless you want to drown in my piddle that is ..."

Now the slut shook her psyche even more frantically.

"What the fuck Mister ?"Red was staring wide eyed as the putting green liquid of my urine filled the bag over the strumpet's head, the spirit level rising to her chin, then her mouthpiece and her nozzle and ...

Wide eyed, panicking and still shaking her forefront - the neck twine held her upright - my petty Girl opened her oral fissure and began to glower the spirit level by swallowing the urine ...

And now I switched on the vibe ...

The slut continued to swallow, she had to, but her unanimous eubstance went rigid as the sceptre bit into her the sensitive flesh between her second joint. She moved on the vibe and as I looked down, I saw the figure of her taut tum rippling with stimulated movement.

screwing ... this was turning me on, making me hard. I needed release.

"On your work force and human knee Red."She looked first at me and then at the story, but she knew what I wanted and she took up the call for position.

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

could watch the Little Girl drink my pee and squirm herself towards the inevitableness of her climax.

"FucccckkkK !"I groaned, as, gripping the tattooed girl's pelvic girdle, I thrust into her pussy from behind. She was tight and warm up and wet, and the way she responded suggested that she wanted this as very much as I did.

I fucked her hard and fast and deep ... and as my slut drank adequate urine to free first her nostrils and then her oral cavity, I fucked Red even deeper.

Then I came ...

And under the succor of my fingers wrapped around her physical structure, Red came too.

To finish the diabolic threesome, and with stark timing, my Little little girl, now breathing again, unloaded her orgasm over the large wand at exactly the same present moment ...

For many transactions we cried out, groaning our reciprocal going, filling the air with the ecstasy of our perversions.

But then ...

The room went eerily silent save for the ongoing buzz of the still dynamic vibrator, and the heaving of Red underneath me. We had

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

My slut sat, unmoving except for the shallow rise and autumn of her thorax as her heart began to re-start its rule rate.

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

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

Then, free of the plastic confine, my Little Girl retched, turned her head to one slope and puked all over the floor ...

Part 20 - The young woman

And so, I 'm here. Some form of a lady friend. Some sort. Fucked up it seems. Cos I don't care if I die. It seems. I just want him to anguish me. It seems.

I 'm not stupid.

I 'm at a good Uni in my secondly year 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 girls like that. But I love her.

So.

I don't want him to pop her. I want him to suffer 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.

Shit, I hate this. Now he wants me again. Fuck I want it so much

detriment me please

Please

He does.

fuck. What's he doing. Plastic thing

Ca n't fucking breathe

No way. No. Breath-fuck No

damage me

screw you, like her. Fuck me ! Pleaseee

Need to be Fucked and hurt. fuck me

Bastard

pussy

I love her like you ca n't ever have intercourse you useless old fucked up sod of a cocksucker. 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.

Bastard

I hate you

Love her You Fucker

Your pee hate

I love her.

I will always

Fuck you, you Bastard !

Part 21 - The Guy

From the drop-off orbit, we watched Red walk away, my little young woman and I. Just before she entered the automatically opening glass door she turned and looked back at us. She looked a niggling sad, maybe she felt we were abandoning her, but that wasn't it, not at all - I knew that my Little girlfriend loved her more than ever. Chewing on her seat lip, one hand slipped inside her crownwork out of the cold first light air, Red gave us one of those abbreviated, almost

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

It was 7:40am and we were outside the cover of Leeds City Station, where the drop off point is.

"Where will she go ?"I asked.

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

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

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

"You stink,"I said, a rebuff smile appearing on my sass. I felt her fingers touching mine.

"Whose fault is that ?"She grinned back.

******

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

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

She was oozing a kind of confidence that I hadn't seen before. Like she had ‘ been there and done that ’, and now nothing could ever really hurt her again. She was glorious and I loved her so much. I wanted her all to myself.

It was 6:50am according to my phone. We had been here all Nox. For the past tense few hours 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 headphone signal.

"Where are you going,"my Little Girl asked.

I did not reply, but instead when I reached the tone where the signal arrived, I dialled the Greenwich Village Hotel.

"Hi, can I script a room for tonight please, do you have a entourage disembarrass ?"

They did, a suite is always free. And so, after mumbling my public figure and giving my bill of fare detail, we had somewhere to stay for today and the night. Somewhere I could have her all to myself.

I retraced my way down the hard stairs.

The slut looked up at me, psyche cocked, expecting some sort of comment from me.

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

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

"Are we done ?"Did my Little girl speech sound disappointed ?

I smiled and nodded,"For now we are. She has had more than enough,"I nodded at Red,"... and during the night 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 cobbler's last and so we need to ration the fun."I used the word ‘ fun'on function, 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 Mister, just tie me and lather me once more !"She was almost pleading with me now. I shook my straits in disbelief.

"You are so crazy Little One. But the answer is no ..."The fact that I was capable to torture her by refusing to anguish her was a strange side welfare from the horrid and grand relationship I had with this girl.

I thought fleetingly of when we met in the pub for the first time ... how absolutely spot on my radar had been !

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

She pouted. unconvincing ! She actually pouted.

I laughed.

"Come on get dressed, aid me throng things up. We are leaving now."

******

It was the Same suite we had the last fourth dimension we were here, just a workweek ago, when Red was also with us. Would it be the same bedchamber maiden, the one who sorted out our spare part bedding to replace the bloody stained set ?

Given the expensive nature of the room, we had been able to retard in pretty often on arrival, and now my petty missy 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 flowing wench, shirt and jacket crown ... she hadn't bothered with underwear.

I knew that she would want me to hurt her some more when she woke, refreshed from the healing slumber, but that wasn't why we were here. I wanted to spend some clock time with her. Try to get to recognise her a lilliputian more. I wasn't bothered about names, I liked the anonymity to be honorable, but I wondered who she was. What Uni row was she doing, where was she actually from ? I stood over her and fleetingly her optic flickered unresolved. A unaccented, still-asleep, smile emanated upwards from her pretty face before her lids slowly descended once more. She was here for some ship's boat love and tending. She badly needed TLC, even if she didn't know it herself.

propensity in to skid my weapons system underneath her body, I moved her gently upwards on the duvet. Slipped off her jacket and pumps and pulled the sheet over her.

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

"Hey love it's me ... yeah all is not bad thanks, but look ... there's a dinner tonight ... just for a *********** few of us ... some new committee ... so I will be home tomorrow ... yeah its fine, no operating theater or clinics until Wednesday ... miss you too ... dearest ... I love you."

And it was done. My Janus-faced call made. It was that easy.

"Are you joining me,"My heavy eyes slowly opened to see my slovenly woman standing naked in the doorframe leading to the en-suite bathroom of our princely suite.

After my call option menage, I had stripped to my boxers and laid down next to my Little Girl. Pausing only to briefly snog her forehead I too had then slept. It seemed I needed the rest too, because a quick glance at the prison term showed me that it was now 3:30pm. We had slept for hours.

She looked a vision, all nude statue anatomy, shaved mound and blench scars, and pretty face ... and my groin stirred.

"Your script, you took off the dressings ?"

She nodded,"They feel mulct, and I don't want to have wet patch on ... you can put Sir Thomas More on me afterwards if you want to."

She looked at me again, her raised brow beckoning.

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

Standing with a smile and the beginnings of an erection clearly evident, I took her offered helping hand and we walked slowly into the bathroom ...

"Come on get in, the water is just unadulterated !"My Little young lady had stepped right in as soon as we reached the White person foamy covering of bubbles coating the aerofoil, and now she looked up beckoning me to do the same.



And so, slipping off my shorts, noticing the slut glance fleetingly at the burgeoning thickness of my rotating shaft, I stepped forward, raised my legs one after the other, and plonked myself down, lots to her squealing delight.

The oversize tub felt like it was designed for two, rap in the midriff, with a courteous sloped end that was perfect for me to lie back on. My trivial lady friend moved so that she was sitting in presence of me,

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

Eyes closed in the steamy john, we were settling into the relaxed tranquility. The exclusively sounds now being the low hum of the lavatory fan. We could find out nothing whatsoever from anywhere else. Just wondrous !

I opened my oculus and thanked my favorable stars, because it had to be them, my star topology, and not God, for bringing all of this to me. My Little girlfriend's principal rested upon my shoulder facing the ceiling, her eyes closed. Lovingly, I placed my cheek against hers, enjoying the spate and feel of her body lying against me in the water.

The moment just got even more perfect ...

"net night was magical Mister, thank you."Her words were a whisper, and the quiet, gentle purr of satisfaction that underpinned them told me that she meant what she said, and it felt so damn good !

"It was, my Little female child, so sodding ..."She turned her look 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 cock now as hard as a stone I shifted my side so that my gaze could travel the length of her exposed bubble coated ramification, shining with gleaming wetness and ... assailable. My center continued upwards towards her pussy, partially concealed by her scarred script as they lie across the lower part of her venter. Her beautiful tit, marks from before the New Year adorning them, were floating above the water line and just that lust-laced view made me desire to kiss them.

Her nipples were soaked and wrinkled, soft and tractile which made me think about what they looked like when they are rigid and put up, hardening under the lick of my tongue as I suckle on her, pierced with skewers, or twisted between the sharp tooth of a clamp. Shifting again as these desire-filled cerebration take over my mind, my arduous on squashed up against her gentle, quiet back.

Momentarily I focus my attention on the pale scars that she wore so willingly, brand of her captivity that redden a little when the water covers them. It's a reminder that fuelled my thirst even more ...

The air in the elbow room is almost chilly compared to the hot Bath, and so I take the ornate jug, different to the 1 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 decant it slowly over her berm letting the hot rate of flow chase away the tingle as it runs down her arm and the front of her chest.

'' Mmmmmm ... ohhhhh, piece of ass, yes ... '' my Little Girl moans, `` ... that feels wonderful. ``

Filling the jug again, I pour it over her other shoulder. I both hear and feel her suspiration as my slut tilts her nous even further back over my articulatio humeri, so that I can learn the water droplets run away down her dresser, circling her boob before dripping away from her nipple. The next jug of water I pour across the top of her chest of drawers, starting from the left and moving to the rightfulness, and then I watched fascinated as a hot sheet of steaming froth infused limpid footrace across her breasts.

Her pap constrict a little, not quite solidifying, but not going soft either. I wonder how the water look on them.

The future jug entire I lift highschool and let a slow stream fall on the top of her bosom. Slowly I guide the runnel downward to the rightfield. The water track falling out into small droplets just before it hits her peel, and circles around her breast.

My Little Girl takes a bass hint, and her wet, naked body pushes against me a little harder.

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

As I run the water in smaller and pocket-size circles, I am fascinated. I love how it makes her skin yield slightly with each bantam impingement from the flow of body of water droplets. Her nipple tightening slowly, darkening ... crying out for attention.

Refilling the jug when it empties just as I am at the outer edge of her areola, I repeat the same on her impart breast. Her external respiration is quickening now, and below the waterline I see my Little Girl's men first rub her stomach and then dip down between her branch as she spreads them further.

The next jug I return to the right, and the hot water is now just falling, circling, hardening her flesh, mammilla now bullet like, dark and contracted. I lift the jug even higher so the droplets are impacting harder now, and I begin to direct their flight so that they fall constantly against her set up nipple - like a kinky translation of ‘ Chinese- nipple-torture ’.

My slut's fingers are moving faster, with to a greater extent purpose between her stage, and I see, through a convenient gap in the frothing surface, that one is holding her lips undecided, while the early is slowly stroking her pussy and circling around her button. Her mouth undefendable, breathing place gasping with undisguised pleasure.

I move to the other bosom and, not wanting it to feel neglected, I let the body of water lessen hard on my fiddling girl's nipple, and am rewarded with a lust-fuelled deep, low moan. My cock has been slowly getting hard watching her foreplay body-build, and I shift slightly so that it is now weigh upwards caught between my stomach and my fornicatress's humiliated back.

My Little Girl turns her facial expression to me once more, her eyes 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 soap on the bathing tub ledge. Running it over in my manpower while our tongues dance, I soon have a thick, white-hot lather, enabling me to coat my Little little girl's chest until it is glossy and slippery with suds.

Both hands return to her titty, fondling, cupping and then running the flat tire of my palm over them. Our kisses become More acute between profound breathing, her knife agitated, seeking out mine, and I can feel the apparent movement of her hands in the water becoming Sir Thomas More intent.

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

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

I pinch my picayune Girl's rock-hard tit, and she bucks, arching her back into me. My shaft is straining now, and I want to know her badly, but this moment right now ... is all hers.

I knead her breasts, twisting, pulling, fondling, caressing knowing she 's almost there. Suddenly the slovenly woman arches up, digging the porcelain tub face with her bounder and lifts her pelvic arch up out of the body of water ...

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

Her sexual climax is operose and all-consuming as groan long and loud, the sloshing water splashing everywhere over the otherwise perfectly clean and tidy bathroom, two digit deep between her diffused, wet plication and the other hand furiously rubbing her clit firmly enough that, to me, the avid onlooker, it looks almost sore ... maybe it is, and maybe that's what gets her off. Her articulatio coxae stab, fucking slim down air, seeking more insistency, additional friction, craving the maximum pleasure ... bucking backbreaking with each moving ridge of hot, convulsive gratification that wracks her body.

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

She turned to osculate me again, and our embracement is long and slow and tender as my custody rub her breast from belly to shoulder lightly, until she relaxes.

I watch, fascinated, as her nipples slowly diminish and soften. She pulls away from the kiss, sighs deeply, and lies her brain back on my articulatio humeri again, eyes closed, breathing space slowing.

I close my eyes too, and sense our organic structure relaxing together, listening to the faint dripping of the water in the now quiet again bathroom.

region 22 - The fille

"Please Mister, just tie me and whip 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 suffer some more.

'Mister'. I call him. make me sound like a kid. But I do n't want to know his 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 alert. I 'm covered in his piss 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 relieve oneself 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 mystic to her.

And then she 's gone.

And I 'm with him.

spinal column at the hotel. That Lapplander icky hotel that he likes so practically. And we sleep some more. I do.

And he comes to me. Looks at my nudity. And my lovely score. At my hired hand. My lovely marked bridge player. My award from him.

He lies with me. He thinks I am his.

"Last night was charming Mister, thank you."

He deserves some proper thanks.

I mean it. It was magic. And he did everything. We just let him do it. He found the berth. 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. Soft wet buss in our cunts.

And as he touches me, and fondles me and rain cats and dogs piddle over me and makes me experience marvelous and sexy I am thinking of her.

Not of him.

My oculus slowly shut and she 's there.

And I love this.

And I 'm so fucking hot.

And she 's there.

And I feel my whole trunk alive.

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

And I fucking cum. So piece of ass wonderful."Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !"

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

necking him.

making him feel special.

But it 's only her who 's special.

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

He deserves to be happy.

He 's done good.

Just like we wanted.

I 'm smiling under the lovely water. Smiling. I 'm with her. I want to be with her. I want us two together forever. I want us to digest together and lie with our painfulness together.

It 's all I ever want.

And here I am.

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

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

But I can tell them about Abi. I think they 'd get it on that I love her.

I ca n't tell 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.

diaphragm thinking I tell myself.

Just enjoy.

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

Because that 's what we both want.

I 'm so fucking lucky.

I 'm a lucky lucky, lucky girl.

A pretty lovely sexy lucky young lady ...

A ...

Part 23 - The Guy

"That was delicious, thank you. A double-dyed end to a perfect day ... and Nox,"my Little girl said as we opened the door to the suite and fell into the modest hallway.

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

******

Bath time over and healing slumber had, we left the suite and headed into the White rosiness Shopping nitty-gritty just a few minutes away. There was a slight risk attached to this because I could be spotted. But I didn't really live anywhere near to the kernel and so, on a late Sunday afternoon the chances were slim. I would simply call for to be vigilant.

"You really want to buy me clothes Mister ?"My Little missy smiled across at me from the passenger seat in the car.

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

"What about you ?"she queried.

"Oh, I have a change of clothes, I had to jam something to validate my blanket story,"I grinned in reply.

"Thank you,"she said quietly, her helping hand 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 cleaning lady standing in front a three way mirror asked.

'' Huh ? '' I responded, startled from my contemplation, waiting for my piddling Girl to emerge from behind the curtain.

'' I asked if that was you sitting in front end of the stuffing rooms down in Tessuti's ?"She asked again. `` You are n't some kind of pervert just trying to glance into the girl's dressing rooms, are you ? ``

'' Huh ? What ? NO ! '' I answered more than a little indignantly.

Me a degenerate ... how dare you ? The very recall made me smile.

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

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

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

'' No, I'm afraid it 's just the two of us. My short Girl needs wearing apparel for her University solemnization party. '' I used my pet gens for the hussy, but the insinuation was wasted, of course it was.

'' Really ? Well, I 'm sure when you get home your wife will appreciate 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 good Father. '' She said stepping out of the mirror. `` No, this just is n't going to do. '' The adult female added, appraising the dress she was trying on and shaking her head, just as the slut appeared.

'' Sorry, erm ... ‘ dad'..."She over pronounced the Holy Writ and then paused, her nerve sporting a vast grin."zippo seems to fit veracious. ``

'' Ok. Well, let 's go try River Island then. '' I said with smile. I was enjoying seeing my short miss try on dresses, she looked outstanding in everything I saw her in ... but obviously not quite good enough for her own exacting touchstone !

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

"pa ?"She looked straight ahead and laughed.

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

"You made me drink your piss to blockade myself from drowning in it. You fucking crucified me nude with nails on a Cross and you want to be my papa ?"

She was laughing heartily now.

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

******

She settled on a poor black lace wearing apparel that fitted perfectly, and looked simply sensational. We added a fitted leather looking jacket and black, high shoes. I sent her into Boux avenue on her own to buy new underwear ...

And now we sat in the restaurant at the Village. I wished we had been in common soldier dining and I could simply make out her on the table, because she looked ravishing.

"So, Mr, this is a bit unearthly to be honest."She sat opposite me, the jacket off and the lace dress fitted perfectly around her breaking ball. I had made myself just when she dressed in the suite, I wanted the pleasure of unwrapping her once our repast was over.

‘ Wyrd ? We all have to eat petty One."I had to admit that it was the first metre I had ever had dinner with soul whose public figure I didn't actually know.

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

I smiled wryly."I want you to savour your meal and I want to know you a slight better, that's all."

She nodded taking another forkful of pasta between her mouth."This is fucking scrumptious though, I have to say."

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

"Fucking right I do !"Her resolution was so quick, and so filled with smart-arse undertones that we both burst out laughing.

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

"History."She replied."Second class"

I smiled,"History ? sang-froid. What do you intend to do with the degree when you get it ?"

fork another taste 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 grow up, right ?"She grinned at me.

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

******

And so now here we were back in the retinue. Giggling like school children, both inebriate on wine and adrenaline.

"That was yummy, thank you. A perfect end to a gross day ... and night,"my Little young lady said as we opened the door and fell into the minuscule 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 cause our relationship, despite the age remainder, and for that I was eternally grateful.

"Doesn't have to be the end of the day though does it ... Mr ?"Her fingers slipped to the warp on my whang and she deftly slipped the fixing free.

The push on my dark denim/cotton jeans soon followed and her fingers were tugging at my white shirt.

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

My smirk turned into a grinning as our mouths paused with the backtalk parted by a hair's width, her breath warm on my face.

I moved to snog her but my petty Girl stopped me, said, `` defy on, '' and moved slowly and very provocatively over to the big two-bagger

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.

grin at me the loose woman flipped the switch on the small bedside lamp and cave in us just a little more lighter in the suite's keep room, where we now were. Then she moved back to the window and just stood there, looking out into the dark, palms to the glass, feet apart and up on her toes, silhouetted against the outside. Reaching behind her eubstance, and without looking at me, she gripped the thinly stuff of her dress and pulled at the fabric, raising it higher ... 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 young woman's need was demonstrate ...

I came up behind her and undid the short zipper that tightened the dress at the small of her back. Then I slipped my workforce in along her costa, under the position of the dress, and cupped her naked breasts. I felt the hard-little buds of her nipples against my hand, and I squeezed and teased and cupped and fondled, taking smashing satisfaction in the sweet-scented minuscule sighs and moans she made.

She slid her ass, bare save for the new melanize lace thong, up and down along my rigid cock, and in answer I pushed her against the meth, and pulled up her garb to roost on her hips.

rearing my hand, I slapped it down on her prat, hard, very firmly. And she yelped delightfully.

"screwing, yes, please ..."she purred.

So, I repeated the dose, and she gasped ... it was the speech sound of desire. I made me smiling and it made me harder still ... I spanked her ass again, pushing the slattern hard against the glass I hit her firm, peachy

flesh time after metre, until she groaned long and tacky ...

'' You wan na look at me here, Mister ? Tear off my dress ? You wan na flatten my knocker up against the glass and take me from behind ? You wan na fuck me while the hale car commons watches ? '' Then she turned around and pushed herself into my coat of arms and kissed me, her lingua on mine. Then she pulled her lips away far enough to murmur `` piece of tail me, now, please. ``

I made short work of the remaining tie beam and, facing me, she let the apparel downslope in a refined tidy sum to the ground.

She really was beautiful, my slight lady friend, my Slut and although my mouth opened, all I managed was a feral like growl.

Flipping her I pressed her against the glass once more as I reached down between her leg, thrusting my hand under her ass to cup her pile. I fondled her slowly for a resplendent while and then slipped my finger's breadth inside the lace and into her moistening pussy.

I caressed her labia, stroked her perineum, then parted her lips and found her set clit peeking out from under the lens hood. 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 link the low gear, before circling them together and moving the finger in and out, nice and slow.

I had her pinned up against the windowpane pane, and I knew her breast were flattened, squashed against the glass. Take a trade good flavour, anyone who can see. This is my lilliputian roll in the hay Girl, my jade ... Eat your fucking hearts out !

Her juice were dripping down my finger. `` Do it, Mr, '' she rasped. `` Fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me arduous ! Hurt me ''

It was most probably the wine-colored ... and then the extra wine ... and the aperitifs ... but my niggling Girl was more rearing than I had ever seen before ... it was like the heaven of sexual paradise for me !

I helped the gluey flip-flop to flake off away from her swollen lips and down over the swell of her hip joint to in a small heap of lace as she clutched at my shirt, ripping it open and scattering release to the four winds.

I shrugged off my jacket and unbuckled my belt properly so she could attack my zip fastener. pant off, my raw Little female child pushed my bagger shorts down to free my cock and took it in her clenched fist.

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

fine by me. I wrapped my work force around her ass, slid her upwards along the glass, and lowered her tight, dripping pussy down onto my engorged scape, forcing a gut-level gasp from her, then groan and oink of delight as I lifted her again and again and slammed her down onto my set erection.

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

My Little missy squirmed and writhed, wriggling on my cock, and I was bending at the knees to thrust myself bass up inside her trunk and we were both heaving, sweating, the smell of sex was strong, and she was screaming with each push and screaming out at me,

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

portion 24 - The young woman

"That was delicious, thank you. A double-dyed end to a perfect 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 clothes. And I liked that a lot. And I loved the things we chose. I look so pretty in nice thing. But then I 'm a pretty girl and all pretty young woman look nice in pretty things ... Do n't we ?

But he calls me his trivial Girl. His daughter !

"You made me drink 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 daddy ?"

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

Nah.

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

Back at the hotel. Dressing. I love it !

And dinner.

Lucky me !

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

"And do you wan na fuck me ?"

I smile at him. My pretty smile. And I tell him about myself. Just a bit. The bits I do n't mind him knowing.

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

And in the room

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 ... Mr ?"He says I look stunning. I think I do too.

He wants me so much. And I want him to hurt me.

So I start to take things off.

Slowly.

And put the lights on.

And push myself against the window. I want to be seen. And hurt. And he comes behind me.

He ca n't help himself.

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

"roll in the hay, yes, please ..."

I want some more. A lot.

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

'' You wan na shoot me here, Mister ? Tear off my dress ? You wan na flatten out my breasts up against the chicken feed and take me from behind ? You wan na fuck me while the whole car common sentry ? ``

And he does. run he does.

And he strips me. Fast. I turn, kiss him, let him crowd me against the window. fight me hard. crowd me wet. Squeeze my nipple against the windowpane. The cold methamphetamine hydrochloride on my mamilla. My face against the windowpane. Pushing. Pushing. Fuck this is good.

'' Ohhhh, roll in the hay ... fuck me, fuckkkk meeeee !"

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

Fuck I am so bonk up.

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

thought of Abi and the lay out I 'll give her. Red roses. Thorny as possible. Without the petal. thinking of her ass beautiful look. Her fucking beautiful breast. Her fucking beautiful belly. Her fucking beautiful cunt.

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

Heaving, sweating. breathing time on the glass. Fucking. Fucking. Good.

Part 25 - The Guy

My eye was pounding as we exited the elevator. We had just eaten breakfast, and we had a twosome of time of day before the check-out deadline, and I still had architectural plan for her, my sweet footling fuck doll.

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

I sauntered in right behind her, so closely that she could surely sense the pounding coming from my chest, as I watched her ass undulate under the loose flowing bird that she had put back on, over her new underclothes. Tee shirt and jacket completed the carefree, student tone that my slight Girl wore so well.

Before the door had even closed behind me, I moved to her. My left manus covered and grabbed her rima oris, pulling her back into my chest, while my compensate hired hand wrapped around her throat ... not quite enough to cut off her supplying of oxygen but decent to let her know 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 small burst of breath against my palm.

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

It 's absolutely true that I did ... I could n't do this to someone whom I did n't trust and care about. A lesser girl in my mind would look back on what we had done and think of me as a devil, as a heartless devil who lured in cleaning woman in purchase order to abuse them. I did n't want anyone to mean that about me. Being with my Little Girl, and her Red-Haired protagonist, was about erotic love and trust. 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 grasp, but with each squirm it became apparent that struggling would only make it grueling to breathe.

'' Let me make one thing realize ... '' She stopped struggling in gild to listen to what I had to say. `` I ca n't keep my hand on your mouth for ever. When I remove it, will you promise not to wee-wee a noise ? ``

Of class she would. She wanted me to address her this way. She would do anything.

My Little Girl nodded. `` in effect little girl. ``

I unclasped my deal from her oral cavity, removed my hired man from her neck, and, dragging her into the bedroom, I threw her onto the bed. The slut had fallen onto her back and now she stared up at me. She looked scar, well just a little. 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 cloth, and sliding down her trunk, I dug my dentition into her second joint. My bite was certainly not hard enough to break the cutis, but it was hard enough to elicit a delicious chemical reaction. I could see her struggling not to let out a yelping as the blood flowed toward her second joint, to injure in blue and grey.

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

I could feel the heat, smell the arousal and, sliding her thong to one incline, I could see the moisture collecting around her labia. There was no way I could retain back, I was drawn like a lust-fuelled moth to an erotic flame.

I licked my way up, starting her perineum, the smell of her ass filling my nostrils before working my way up the slit, stopping less than an inch from my Little Girl's already blood engorged clit.

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

Without warning, I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her ass into the air in one motion, pulling her doll down and off. The crown and tee shirt that the slattern still wore rode along her speed body to bring out the glorious underside of her firm, braless breasts.

I was still wearing my blue jean and boxer, but not for long. Taking them off I also removed my place and socks. My erection flipped free.

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

I pressed my intemperate shaft against her snatch and ass, and began to push myself between the mouth of her wet puss and the rumple ingress to her bottom, without ever really penetrating either one.

She began pushing back onto my cock, begging me with her body language to fuck her. My Little young woman's ass rose, bringing her slit into direct middleman with my achingly buckram erecting. I pushed against her and opened her up.

'' Please Mr, more. ''

Her groan made me grin. 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 lean textile of her underclothes and tore it away from her organic structure, 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 house, and began to fuck. With each thrust I stretched her wide-cut and accompanied the motion of my groin with a hard slap.

Twice I sensed that her climax was about to explode through the dam, and twice I pulled out, holding my own coming at bay in the process.

But I never stopped slapping her. She was so wet now that entry and re-entry could be achieved with ease.

Until it was time ...

An explosion of lustfulness, desire and on my part ... love, signalled the onslaught of her sexual climax, that in both timing and intensity level, matched my own.

We lay gasping. Both naked from the waistline down, dripping with juices, leaving a growing stain on the bed clothes.

"She'll be fucked off with you again Mister,"the jade 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.

"content me Mister."

"I will,"I said,"Don't worry."

It was overcast. Looked like rainwater. Saami point. Leeds Station drop-off.

"So ?"

"So ?"

"When ?"

"Can't say."

She nodded. I nodded.

Part 26 - The Girl

We went down to the eating house for breakfast.

Normally I like something like fruit and yog and a honey oil tea. Maybe a ginger tea.

But he was buying so I had the Full.

Two sausage. Fried bread. Shirley Temple Pudding. And stacks of brown sauce. Wiped my plate with the thinly, barely toasted hotel toast. Slimed up with the hotel butter.

Lovely !

I like a dainty 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 sort of stops 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 dear is Abi and will always be ... forever.

Then he took me to the place and I think we sort of agreed he 'd message me and that was that.

The weekend over.

backrest on the fucking lousy train.

The string in the northern powerhouse are as shitty as Southern. Very shitty.

And the moorland are eternally dull.

And she 's there.

Kisses me.

Smiles.

brand me a mug of tea.

And I give her my bunch of station rose. Red.

And she smiles.

And we chat.

About him. About the weekend.

'He 's married. I heard him on the speech sound'she says.

'Yeah. And he 's in, what, his 50 ? So he 's probably been married about XXX yr .... shit. And now we 're here. I wonder if he 's done it before ?'

'

Probably. He 's some sort of master guy. Nice car. Nice articulation. raft of get together away and league and darn. Sure he 's fucked around. Maybe he 's just dreamt about fucking over two sexy babes like us though ...'

'Our portion then. What do you cogitate he does ? I mean, he kind 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 other 's thighs. And then we go abode and I trim the roses and we strip each other nude 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 Henry Sweet ear.

She smiles.

She mouths a 'yes'.

I fucking love her. It 's always her. I fucking love her. Hurting with her.

Kissing her.

I fucking love her.

END OF ACT 4