parting 1 - The Guy

"How was your day be intimate ?"I made a point of calling my wife. It was Mon, a whole day since I saw my Little missy at Leeds Station. We had our thing my jade and I, and that ‘ matter'was supposed to draw the bound and limit what it was that we had, and where it was we had it, but if I was being honest I just could not get her out of my head.

Even during the waking moments with my middle open I ‘ saw'her ... on the cross, tied to the bed, in the throe of orgasm, her blazon around my neck whispering ‘ thank you.'

… and she would be gone until Friday.

"Hi deary, oh we had a brilliant day, thank you for asking. Sis had invited the local councillors and dignitaries 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.

roll in the hay decadent, a looking glass of weak Champagne diluted with fizzy succus ... do it me. I had crucified soul this weekend and hammered nails through their flesh ... that's fucking decadent !

shtup !

It was a real blessing that my wife was at her baby, because I only had to feign to be interested in what she was doing for a few minutes on the phone ...

"When are you back in field love ?"She asked.

"Tomorrow, at the hospital. NHS trauma surgery, car crash victim to start with."

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

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

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

Fuck, if only you knew, I thought.

"Not at all honey, I'm the lucky one. I'll birdcall you tomorrow. I love you. Night night."

And with that the shout was done and I could get back to wanking my erect cock to thoughts of my short girl and her friend, naked in the woods, being tortured, and beaten ... fucked.

My hands moved faster, my finger massaging knowingly, applying imperativeness underneath the swollen heading, and I soon came, my back arching, spurts of my seed arcing senior high school to fall across my abdomen and second joint. I lay back gasping, physically satiated but even my self- induct flood tide could not remove the visual sensation of that fucking gorgeous piddling jade from my head !

******

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

With the Chinese issue Away opened out in the spacious and airy day way, and my beer opened, I flicked the MacBook browser to watch porn. It was easygoing to imagine my Little young lady in these situations. Fuck yes. Taken in a basement, secured behind piping, peg spread head as wide as they could go, mounted on a member ... like being crucified only different ... and without nails.

I lay back naked on the bed, my 58-year-old torso bearing up well, but if my married woman could give seen me ... good job it

Having searched for my choice, I watched the inter-group communication url appear in my web page ...

And as the TV started, in my mind's eye, the role model was my footling girl. Crying out as she was secured into lieu, then whipped, pegged and penetrated before being relentlessly fucked ...

Fuck ... I needed her so much. I had jerked off three times already since waking this morning and now I was hard again.

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

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

In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about her for as second, she was plaguing me with her sweet mental image ... I could get word her voice, see the coming in her cover girl font, feel her tremble as I fucked her.

I needed her so badly.

I switched the video back on and watched as the slavish Asian model was dominated and used and then, once my issue out dinner was finished, I wanked ... again ... and once Thomas More it was the odorous Little Pain adulteress that brought me my welcome relief.

As my pant settled and the residual sperm had dried into my mass of tissue, I took out my speech sound. Swiping to the impinging called only ‘ LG'– Little Girl. I read the texts she had sent me previously. The one during the Dec 25 breakage asking how I was, and then respective reporting on their progress, hers and Red's, as they made their way across the Pennines last-place weekend.

And then I began to type.

"Hey Little missy how are you ? How's affair with Red ? How's things with the BF ? I miss you, a lot. A shag lot. When can we conform to again xxx"

I looked at the words. Re-read my content. Damn how I wanted her ... needed her even. She would be my undoing this Little Girl with the annoyance fetish ... and there was zippo I could do about it.

My finger hovered over the SEND release ... but I didn't send. I deleted every stopping point reference. My jade needed a little more sentence away from me ...

theatrical role 2 - The daughter

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

But upright to be home.

Unlock the door. Climb the stairs. Open my door. declension on the bed. With her. Kiss her. Home.

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

text. How are you ?

osculation her again. Sleep a bit. My nooky hands still hurt so much. A glass of water and too many paracetemols.

ping. Text. Him.

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

kiss her. Kiss her. Tits out together. Kiss her. Love her. recite her. textual matter back. Yeah. Abi will descend too. OK. Seven thirty ?

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

Shit !

What the fuck have you done to your men ?

Look at my bandaged hands. hooey, 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 nothing. Kisses me on the brim. Stands. Leaves. That fucking easy.

ordination another drink each. cuddle. candy kiss her. Fucking love her.

fancy a curry ?

Yeah ... cool.

Let 's be intimate off down the Swedish mile then.

That light. Poor thing. I 'm a fucking illegitimate. But I fucking love Abi. And a nice hot curry. And a beer. And fuck my fucking hands hurt so make love much.

And we 'll have 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 lager and a candy kiss in the rain.

role 3 - The Guy

I watched my Little Girl cry out. For the first time in our short family relationship I saw her looking really, really scared. Frightened to the point of terror, and in her terrify state she was crying out, begging for mercy ... but none was to be given.

Her look was slapped, laborious ... time and time again until weeping poured down her buttock and her center blackened from the inexpensive war paint that she wore.

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

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

Had we progressed to this already ? Was my little female child now no more than a slutty porno addict, whose exclusive purpose in living was to be used, not just by me, but by anyone and everyone ...

The man, his public figure restricted to a unawares icon like recording label ... ‘ The pontiff ’, he was called by those who knew him, and although we did not know him, he had been easygoing enough to get to when we wanted him and showed him the money.

I had said before that I considered myself a moderately spiritual man, but these days I found myself blaspheming somewhat effortlessly. A crucifix in the wood, a thralldom Dom called ‘ The Pope'...

He had a mountain chain around her cervix, a thick linked chain and it was padlocked tight against her throat as she lay back over a prostrate surface, her tight, nubile trunk naked.

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

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

"You can jerk off if you want,"The Bishop of Rome spoke directly at me in his American drawl, as I stood to the position watching this explicit scene of graphic torture porn blossom forth before me ...

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

"Top sawbones in anguish smut malicious gossip ..."the words, sensational in their linkage, kept on acting in my head, but I didn't care. I couldn't stop this ... it was what we wanted. It WAS ... wasn't it ?

fuck, I was so damn arduous and my knowing fingers were rapidly bringing my climax on.

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

"Release ... Releeeeease ... dismissal ! ! !"She cried out the safeword that The Vicar of Christ had agreed with her.

"Fuck that,"he growled back at her. We have no safety words here, and her groan of torture was lost inside the stuff of the bag.

No condom words … my cock stiffened even more.

Her naked torso writhed in fearful anticipation as the man, orotund and foreboding in his show, began to pour urine onto her face, laughing as he did so ... she convulsed in movements that were infused with an ever-increasing desperation. The bag was pulled back so we could see her pretty aspect covered in a sheen of glistening wetness, contorted with the agonies of her terror, before he quickly covered her back up, capturing her movement to take a breather, so he could ‘ overwhelm'her all over again ...

"Cum if you want,"he looked over at me, his regard focusing on my cock,"Come over here and burst on her tits while I do this, I'm gon na spend a penny her pass 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 kickoff. Sitting up in my bed, gasping for breathing place I flopped back down onto the duvet.

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

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

Fleetingly I thought of my wife, but only to thank the star that she was still at her sisters and would be for a few more days yet. I closed my eyes and my cerebration turned to my Little Girl. How I wished she was here in bed next to me, so that I could rive her into my dead body, harbour her, nestle her, kiss her, fuck her ...

Man, was I feeling tired ...

The first of all day back in theatre following a holiday intermission was always a trial of effort, with extra finding to contract and center being required, and this time, with my potential difference for mental distraction being even expectant, the energy 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 easy discussion and operative planning, and that was it. I then had the eternal rest of the day to plat and plan and masturbate to my favourite Little Girl ...

The bag ... the urine ... the agony and the pain ...

The Pope was a well-known BDSM dominant allele, who I had seen ‘ execute'on his smut theoretical account many metre online, how and why-the- fuck he had suddenly appeared in my dreams I had no idea.

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

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

parting 4 - The Girl

A curry and a lager and a few more lagers ... and to a bar and a few more lagers.

We should n't have. lecturing tomorrow and she has to go home. Fucked.

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

crash onto my bed. Too pissed to piss around with matter. Clothes off. eubstance together. Sloppy squashy kissy fucky.

sweetness. Pissed.

erotic love her

honey her in the morning.

In the rotten flat in the dull morning light.

With a coffee in a chip mug.

Missing lectures and trains.

Snuggling with her in our sweetened screwing nakedness.

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

On her belly. On her tits.

I do n't want you to go.

Have to.

Same as you. report. make love you so much. eff 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 marry. kind of a professional. sort of well off. He 's fucking old.

Yeah.

But he 's good. I mean. Like top-notch sound. 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 arm he has, is n't it ? Not like he loves us.

love life you babe. Love you Abi.

Shall we ?

Yeah. I want to.

Ok.

Then I will. When can you ?

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

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

And then we can text him, right ?

Yeah.

Kiss me Abi.

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

But I will wait.

Let 's fuck I say.

We do.

I fucking lie with her.

neediness to be hurt again. By him. Badly. Me and Abi. Us both. Fuck. How did I find this sweet sexy matter ? So, fucking sexy. So much want to watch her watching me being hurt and her being hurt too. So much fuck making love her.

Kiss her. osculate her sweet gorgeous cunt. Kiss her sweet diffuse titmouse. Kiss her. buss her.

shag love her. So practically. Love her so much. Fuck. I want to hurt again so fucking a good deal. Fuck.

dearest her.

Need him.

Fuck.

Kiss her sweet unresolved mouth. Sip my fingers into her sweet soft puss. Slide over her. Sleepy mild kissy sweet babe.

Part 5 - The Guy

"... Waterboarding is a form of water torture in which water is poured over a textile covering the face and breathing passages of an immobilized captive, causing the person to live drowning ..."

Wikipedia had never sounded so erotic !

I could find the stretching of my shorts by the growing rigidity of my erection just from reading the words. The idea of my picayune Girl being tied down to a table of some sort, her naked, panic stricken body writhing and convulsing in despair, was almost too much.

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

For example, I could vibe her while she was ‘ drowning'making it literally impossible for my slut to quarter breathing time. I could actually stop her pith, and then defibrillate her backrest to life ... wow, that thought grew my punishing on substantially. Could I actually fuck her while she was dying and then shock life back into her all in eubstance ? Fucking hell !

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

I had to postulate a recess from the chroma of my view and walkway around the garden for a piece. The morning's clinic had been a zephyr. Three post-operative verification up's and a couple of new surgical prerequisite. My secret work was the icing on my professional cake. If it wasn't for the NHS working-hours-threshold, I would only do private study. Not very populace spirited I agree, but hey, this was about me !

I had thought about my lilliputian Girl all throughout the session. Her face, her body ... titty, ass, pussy, nose, middle, whisker ... 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 true up beaut. A sheet of decorated material body designed only for pleasure. Was my annoyance 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 Little Girl 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 foresighted, gasping exhale and my body relaxed. Our gardens were a comme il faut size and the air was refreshed. Snow had been forecast for the coming weekend but today was more Spring like. Snow-drops had appeared in thumping around the lawn and the heat of the Winter sun cutting through the gelidity was soothing.

As I sat for a while on the Bench that looked over the expanse of Mary Jane at the back of my belongings, I sipped at my deep brown 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 ingenious method on the net porno land site so she could be 'boarded in many unlike ways.

But could I truly stop her heart ? Now that would be something. Actually pass water her die for a few seconds before shocking her rachis into life ... red cent, just imagine that ? I could get hold of luxuriously voltage defibrillation simple machine for certain ... nooky, I really could kill her !

But where ? That was a more hard motion, and one which right now I did n't have the answer to.

******

Over the next couple of days I found myself in dramatic art pretty often full metre. In fact on Thursday the one-ninth of January I was called in during the former hr from my bed for an emergency.

The required operation was reconstructive. rib shattered, along with articulatio humeri bones and blade. I high impact surrender fuelled by drink that put the guy in hospital and got me out of bed ! His intragroup variety meat had been battered and at one point it was touch and go. But he pulled through, we pulled him through.

It was sitting in the balance area after the surgery, for which I had been one of three surgeons, that I found myself alone with a young, somewhat nurse.

'' Would you like coffee tree ? '' She asked me,"sustenance you awake for a slight longer."She beamed a lovely smile at me.

Since Christmas, or Sir Thomas More to the full point, since meeting my little young woman, I was seeing ‘ sex'and ‘ eroticism'everywhere. TV adverts, store assistants, girls in the street and right now I found myself staring at the firm breasts of this young nurse as they pushed against the squiffy blue front of her uniform. piece of tail, I needed release. Not just from my own hand, but proper passing inside the torso of my slut.

I could feel my groin quiver as the hot coffee was placed before me."Are you going dwelling house to sleep now ?"She asked.

"fountainhead certainly to rest,"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 field nurse and so she would know the surgeon pretty well.

"No, just the indorse clip for me."I smiled back, taking another sip of coffee.

"Thought so,"she replied sitting back on the comfy couch. I watched as the hem of her unvarying made its way up her thigh and she unwittingly flashed her stage at me Sir Thomas More than she realised.

"Thought we were going to need to defib him at one point ..."the suckle relaxed into the fundament, closing her oculus. The guy had been in a poor way, but we had patched him up and left him in ICU to complete his recovery ...

The analogy of giving him his lifespan back was not lost on me as, in the mien of this fairly young nurse, with the foresightful, slender legs, I thought of how I could do the same for my Little lady friend when the time came, but this time in the name of erotic torture !

******

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

"What, the old basement storage ?"She replied, building the answer to my question into the reciprocal doubt of her own.

My pastime was piqued."cellar depot ? Is it disused ?"

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

"What's down there ?"I asked.

She shook her head,"No approximation really. I guess old material maybe. You operating surgeon and senior management can actually get into it if you ever needed to. The code you have set on your pass for the independent building is the Same as the code on the keypad for the old storehouse. Let me have sex what you find if you ever go down."She grinned as we parted and she headed for her car.

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

I smiled back, but my psyche was already ticking over. The old cellar storehouse, to which I had access, apparently. Had I just found the property for the next tryst with my lilliputian strumpet ?

component part 6 - The Girl

candy kiss her on the lips. In her mouth. At the station. hug. Til the weekend.

rachis to the program library. oeuvre. Late lecture. My work force hurt. Pop pills. Want to phone him. The BF. Know I ca n't. Pissed off. be intimate her. Abi.

habitation. Bathroom 's barren so have a soak. bunko. Lie on my bed. medicine. Let 's Eat Grandma. Put some clips on my pap and gimmick. That 's good.

Take myself to the student union bar. Beer. slump sexily. A first year try to jaw me up so I let him. Drag him into a corner and snog and drag him house and fuck.

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

text her.

Dying to see you on Friday dark. Kiss you.

Shall we contact him ?

Yeah.

Who do you think he is ?

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

Tremble a bit. Another sip of beer.

It 's me. Well, us really.

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

Press send.

piece of tail. Let Abi eff. I so want to lie with her and buss her again.

My fucking handwriting hurt.

component 7 - The Guy

Hearing the door click softly shut behind me was far more exhilarating than I thought it would be. Partly because of the innate secretiveness 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 rejoin with my little jade to accompany me.

It was indeed a basement and the pocket-size outwardly visible building had, upon the codification lock being entered and the door opened, immediately lead down a flight of stone stairs. The lowly internal threshold into which I had walked, had an auto-operated brightness that, upon my entering, flickered into some sort of evanesce life via the stark, nude single bulb that dangled above me.

It looked like a place that hadn't been breached since before the mo worldly concern war, but the emplacement of a light, any sort of twinkle, even one as confine as this one was, showed that the NHS hadn't totally abandoned it. That fact, which meant that, in hypothesis at least, someone else could actually come into here and discover what we were doing ! As stupid as this sounds, that element of potential for discovery made what I was planning even more arouse ... I had felt the Saame about the forest setting from the utmost meetings.

The igniter gave me just long enough to settle the stairs before it clicked off, leaving me to start the blowtorch in my phone to see anything else through the gloomy darkness.

If I was to make this the setting for my Little Girl's next straining, I would need candles.

It was surprisingly tender down here, I assumed that was from the underground placing of this quad, the pile soil around the outside.

But as a locus for my following picnic with my pain sensation hussy, it was perfect. It was dingy for sure, and filled with moth-eaten boxes and old electric gear, medical instruments and metal shelving along one side was filled with small, unlifelike packing boxes.

But the floor distance was declamatory and there was a stock of idle woods along with a small pile of bricks stacked in one corner ...

... that would come in useful for sure, but there was more that I needed to take a crap this body of work.

pee and powerfulness. There had to be some kind of power with the light in the door working, and I was right. By circling the phone's lighter irradiation around the bulwark, I found several sockets, and by plugging an old kettle into one of them I was able-bodied proved that the power was dynamic. Good.

Then the jackpot ! A sink, and spigot with pee ...

This billet was nonpareil ... Perfect. The biz was very much on !

******

It was the afternoon of Friday the 10th of January. My wife was returning to me. I was at the local post, the one that required a short further gearing journey to get here from the main hub at Leeds.

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

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

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

It was while I sat in the moderately in use 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 have it away. We want you to ache us again. You decide everything, ok ?"

I stared at the words. It was her, my Little Girl. The words were unambiguous and to the point. There was little dearest 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 gross fantasy, but the bill of their availability was inadequate, very abruptly. Could I make this oeuvre ? I had to, because I needed her, needed them, as much as they needed me !

******

"well, I can't really complain dear, now can I ?"My wife had just flopped in the chair, the declamatory leather one in our front line way that looked out over the gardens through the expectant windowpane."After all I have just had a workweek at my sister's so a weekend conference is a pain sensation, because I will miss you, but if that's where you need to be then so be it."

Fuck, this was too prosperous. My wife smiled up at me as I brought her a hot mug of plenty Tea.

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

"Thanks for understanding honey,"I smiled sitting next to her. For a fifty-something cleaning lady, my wife was kind of very fit. Still slim, the rightfulness bra kept her breasts firm, and she wore her denim tight ...

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

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

Under masking of the running urine from the main bathroom, the one with the large jacuzzi Bath, I took out my phone.

"Little daughter, this weekend is okay. Get the train to Leeds. conform to me at 2pm at the station. We will get hold of it from there. You will be returned on Sunday."

I crafted my text with as a great deal brevity as she had written hers, and smiled at my use of the watchword ‘ returned ’. It made it auditory sensation like she was a ‘ package'a ‘ thing'or a ‘ movable ’, to be transported under the directive whim of others. I grinned to myself picturing her reading this.

We would involve no hotel stop over this fourth dimension ... we would be entering my secret cellar and not leaving ...

I pressed SEND.

function 8 - The lady friend

gear through the ugly side conditions. Going to see her.

Clickety clack.

Snuggled by the window.

Clickety clack.

recitation Olivia Gatwood. So gorgeous. She is. Her committal to writing is. What would she think ?

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

N-town.

Her.

pizza, telly, bed. Kisses. buff. Love her. Sweet soft sexy.

Ping. The phone.

kiss. Ca n't stop.

Him. Tomorrow at 2. At the station.

Fuck.

So, it 's happening. And I 'm jack scared. And red cent excited. Hug her. We 're both scare excited. nooky !

Trains. Again. A stupid other first. 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 scared. text edition him.

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

Fuck.

And my poor script still hurting.

Footsie under the board. The couple future to us give no fucking idea. What we are going to Leeds for.

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

Clickety clack.

Almost there.

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

Two girls on the platform.

Two pretty young girls.

A bit nervous. Bite our sass. Scared. Excited.

seminal fluid to be hurt and hurt bad.

Two pretty crazy girls. Wondering. Fucking crazy miss. And no-one else knows ...

And we 're so blooming excited.

About the theme of being hurt by him.

I love her so much ....

piece 9 - The Guy

The Night before. Alone. In the bathroom.

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

Love her, Red ! Love you more my Little young lady !

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

Still hard. sharpness repeat. boundary repeat. ass I am aching for passing, aching for Red's torso. Aching for yours more.

This sentence edge will be pushed. issue can not be guaranteed. Be scared, be terrified and be very afraid ...

"There you are,"My wife looked up from her book as I sauntered into the bread and butter room.

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

"Take off the gown."I say with manipulate assertion. I was going to save it for them. Save my sperm cell, my thick, Andrew Dickson White seed ... though not so thickly anymore since the vasectomy. But still plentiful and I would beget more for them.

She furrowed her brow back at me.

"Stand the fucking up and take off the nightdress. NOW !"I repeated.

I saw her sup hard."But I'm ..."

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

My wife stood and the cut nightgown slipped from her shoulders. It was all she had worn since the tub. I hadn't joined her then, but my subsequent wanking and persuasion of them had pushed me beyond the border, and now my tone ending couldn't wait. I moved to her and grabbed her by the roots of her fuzz, pulling back, exposing her neck for my sass ...

She liked it like this, my wife, well sometimes at least, and so she whimpered as I attacked her smooth flesh with my lips.

My liberate hand closed over her exposed breasts, not quite so strong without the fettering of a bra, but they felt good.

"I missed you so much ..."she whispered as I threw her look first over the redact. As I thrust my hard-on into her high, exposed glossy opening, it was thoughts of my Little miss and her flaming haired acquaintance that fuelled my lust. When I came thick inside my wife's pliable, soaking wet puss, it was all I could do to check myself from crying out for them ...

******

The following morning saw the conditions turn ugly. Today was the day ... fuck !

The ‘ Heartstart'portable defibrillator from Philips had been on bursting charge all Nox. Most surgeons and fourth-year adviser had such a machine, it proved a necessary prick for some hand brake. Never had I imagined using it in the way I intended to over the following 24 hours though.

Sitting at the tabular array by the window I stared at the MacBook screen afford in figurehead of me. I had found an pedantic patch on Waterboarding, an interview on YouTube, and was avidly watching, and listening through my earphone ...

INTERVIEWER : tell apart me, Doctor, what is it about waterboarding that makes it so litigious ?

medico X : beginning of all, it can stimulate a mountain range of very dangerous combat injury. These include lung terms, interrupt ivory due to the violence with which victims struggle against their control, brainpower damage from oxygen depletion, pneumonia, hyponatraemia - that's a rarified but deadly circumstance caused by deficiency of sodium in the parentage - right through to asphyxiation, choking on emesis, or dry drowning. But what makes it especially controversial is that, unlike other coarse interrogative sentence techniques, it is specifically designed to take on the subjects as fill up to destruction as possible.

I could hardly contain myself. piece of tail yes, this was going to be damned dangerous, edgy in the extreme point. I continued to listen.

INTERVIEWER : And each 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 design Waterboarding"closely replicates"the superstar of drowning.

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

Doctor X : The spoken language is misleading. The depicted object 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 absorb body of water directly into the lungs. That's drowning, by any medical checkup definition. Interrogators are also allowed to push the water down a detainee's throat using their manpower. [ READS FROM memoranda ]"The inquisitor may cup his hired man around the detainee's nozzle and mouthpiece to dam the runoff, in which case it would not be potential for the political detainee to emit at all during the practical application of the water."And here, a little later : [ READS ]"We understand that H2O may go in - and accumulate in - the detainee's mouth and nasal cavity, preventing him or her from breathing."

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

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

I removed the headphones and looked outside over the gardens. The lush green and uncounted colours of Spring and summer, and to a sure extent Autumn, disappeared in the Winter, giving way to a sparse display of bleak outlines.

The weather outside was awful. It hadn't rained for a patch, not really since that time when I first had my small Girl in the woods, but now the deluge had been falling all night, a relentless, depressing torrent that battered the spyglass pane before me.

At ten o'clock on Sabbatum sunrise it was so overcasting and dark that the security lights were still on outside, and, despite their sullen yellow glares, I could barely see the schema of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branches, now devoid of their leave, across the lawns through the thick sheet of water that poured down.

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

I placed my hands on hers and nodded. “'Fraid so dear, I'm hosting a focus group on the use of portable defibrillators in an hand brake situation. Having to study my own damn machine !"A lie that covered the unpalatable truth.

I felt her head rest on my back as my phone vibrated in my sack. I turned and kissed my wife. But I needed to wear out from her, make the mental changeover from rock-steady hubby to my other persona, the one that two unseasoned girls were travelling a long way to meet in just a few hours.

As I retrieved my clothes bag, packed with a few ‘ cover story'clothes and toilet articles, I opened the message.

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

My heart raced. They were here and they were so damn 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 delight a romantic few hours with Red in the big city heart and soul, but we can have a small change of plan. Nearer the meeting prison term head out of the city via the main University. You will come across a large area of grass. It's called Woodhouse Moor. There's a diminished car park. suffer me there at 1pm. You might require to buy an umbrella for the walk."

I pressed SEND.

******

It was fifteen mo to one o'clock when I found myself just a inadequate length away from the Moors Car Park. The Defib machine was in the bang of the car, along with my overnight bag and a second bag now filled with Mexican valium, cablegram ties, alligator magazine, duct tape recording, piece of ass and nails, a power hammer, a drill and a orotund, powerful hair dryer. I also had a vibrator, a prominent wand than I used before. All items that I had picked up and paid hard currency for from a assortment of sources over the past couple of hours, even the hair drier, all except the recitation and pounding ... those I already had.

The moorland were ahead of me now, in good aspect. A huge expanse of pasture either English of a officious chief road that bridged the City eye with the nearby scholar territorial dominion feeding the University.

I felt my turmoil rise as I clicked on the indicant to reverse into the car park. It was deserted on a day like this, pissing it down with rainfall ... empty all except for two young students standing huddled under a large umbrella.

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

Red, the taller of the two, a little more statuesque with her brightly coloured pilus, tied up today ... and then my lilliputian daughter. 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 longer the honest husband, the feel surgeon that earned such a good life and lived in a big house overlooking the countryside, looking after his married woman and family ... I was their man. The deviate they needed. The dominant allele who would use them and hurt them. That man was back inside me now and how I had missed him.

Red, in jean and total darkness jacket, hair soaking wet from the rainwater that the umbrella had failed to collect, looked stunning ... my petty Girl in a denim crown, tee shirt and a long flowy, studenty variety of skirt ... looked equally lovely and I could already imagine them both naked in my head's eye.

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

I had this moment planned. The following 24 hours would begin here. Both female child came running over, an keenness about their demeanour.

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

I simply nodded and smiled at Red."in effect to see you Red,"I said holding out my branch as I ignored the slut. I saw Red furrow her brow at my petty Girl as she fell into my bosom, but that was all portion of the program to reduce 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 line passenger room access, saying"Get in quickly, out of this damn rain."

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

"You will stay out in the nooky rainwater 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 mercifulness of the rainwater, her hair's-breadth plastered to her point. I moved to her and, in a motility not unlike the one I used on my wife the old evening, grabbed the wet curls with my free deal to twist her neck and foreland so that she faced me while her physical structure was facing a different counseling. 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 seconds she stood in just a tee shirt which was quickly soaked, clinging to her like second peel, her teat, despite the bra she wore, were sticking out like bullets.

"Now the tee shirt."Closing her eye, she paused, but only for a moment. As I watched her struggle to pull the wet top up and over her head, I felt my groin quiver. Her hands were still bandaged and I could see how painful it was still for her to use them. I would inspect them when we arrived at the basement.

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

I dragged her by the hair to the rachis of the car. I opened the iron boot room access and ordered her in.

She looked up at me and her eyes once Sir Thomas More spoke, this meter silently saying"In here, in the fucking boot while she is in the front with you ?"But those Scripture were never said, and in the trollop climbed.

"The bra please."I think she knew that was coming and despite the confine hand use, she quickly handed me the underwear. I stared at her chest. My dream the other night had pictured them without a blemish, but that was not what they were like. Still replete and firm of track, they were scarred with the small, healed puncture marks from the skewers and the welt marks of the lash. Beautiful.

As I pulled the secure- pet gauze over her, skirt risen as high as her second joint, my loose woman was forced to lay down on her slope. I cable tied her wrists behind her back and closed the lid of the boot door securing her interior and out of sight.

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

Part 10 - The young woman

See you at one ? What the fuck !

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

Jeez.

In fucking Leeds ?

Whatever.

Another coffee.

Her across the table. sugariness lovely her.

And ... why pelt along ?

SOB. We want the minute to rush so he can strip us and hurt us.

nookie mad.

Talk to her.

What do you believe he 'll do she asks.

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

I 'm stupid mad crazy.

I know I am.

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

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

A yearn walk. In the pelting. 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 let to ask

Bra off.

Tits soaked.

pilus soaked.

My fucking hands hurt.

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

This weekend my body is n't mine.

That 's how I want it.

His.

To get laid with.

I 'm scared.

I 'm stupefied shag pudding head. I have a life.

I do n't care.

I want him to anguish me.

I like this,

I like how this has started. I want it.

I want it.

Part 11 - The Guy

"So, she's with you now ?"Pulling out onto the main route once more I turned to verbalise with Red.

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

I laughed.

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

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

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

"So, are you two together now ... you know, an detail ?"I tried the like question another way.

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

Good. I liked that.

It took no more than twenty proceedings of driving on the rain-soaked roads to get us the infirmary. The main buildings and wings were busy, as they always were at weekends, mainly with visitant. But there wasn't many people actually out on the streets or in the entryway given the inclement weather, which made our presence quite unremarkable as we drove round the side, and then the spinal column, past the car park I had been heading towards when I first discovered this building, so that we could stop out of sight near to the entryway to the basement ... my cellar ... our basement.

"Okay, 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 rain had actually eased a niggling and so we were getting less wet as I opened the boot and pulled back the pet-secure netting.

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

"Please be nicer 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 forefront and eye downcast.

"comic strip her naked."I issued the command and saw the friend look at the slut, who nodded.

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

"Good,"I remarked, apprising my Little young woman's naked consistency with an admiring eye.

Moving to her I gripped my short Girl's fuzz 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 scratch, not opening her, not yet, just stroking the broad length from her perineum to her clit and back again, sentence after clip until she cried out and her knees wobbled.

I laughed and let her go. On the boundary of her climax my slight fille resumed her position with a trembling stance.

The rainfall 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 boot door,"Red and I will unpack."

By the metre the supporter and I had taken my bags, the defibrillator, and the former accessory down the stone steps, lit the candles and paved the way for our entree, a far 20 minutes had passed by for my little Girl to stand shivering, dripping wet. I would demand to be heedful she didn't gloam ill from exposure ...

"motion it cunt,"I ordered, pushing the adulteress forward towards the pace. Red was already down there in the dusty basement memory board way, waiting.

The car was locked, hidden from flock and so as the entrance room access 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 long to recognize what was going to happen, not when they saw the items that I had readied for our reaching. pail and bricks and Sir Henry Wood and ...

"You're gon na ‘ Board us ?"Red could verbalize the Good Book quietly, a choking coil in her voice very definitely there.

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

There was a silence at first base and then the speech sound of a unfaltering water flow. I looked round to see my Little young lady pissing herself. Her eyes closed, her wooden leg parted a little for comfort as the golden 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 stupor auto for ?"Red was still asking questions, whereas my ashamed and already humiliated little young lady was happy to wait quietly, standing in the syndicate of her own piss, hands still cable tied behind her back and speculate her fate silently.

"Use your mental imagery 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 learn her wounds, but first an old metal bucket filled with H2O from the tap was used by me to swill the water from the Isidor Feinstein Stone floor.

"You dirty piddling puss,"I grinned at her."If that happens again you get to lick it up, understand ?"

Nothing.

"Do. You. see. Me ?"

The slattern nodded her head.

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

"Did you change the dressing like I said ?"

My Little miss nodded. I knew she had because the hand bandages she wore today were clean without any trace of seepage. I knew that underneath the maw would be sealing already, congealed with clotting pedigree that would now be forming a scab. In a week or two, when the scabs came loose, there would be just a small unit of ammunition shaped mark either side of each ribbon, and that would be all.

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

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

I just turned to wait at her. The flame-haired champion still fully dressed as opposed to me stark naked, uncovered Little girlfriend, dripping in her own piss.

"You can leave now if you wish Red ?"

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

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

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

"Now lay on the board."I addressed the slut and she looked down at the retentive board arranged between two small 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 physical composition and she said,"Am I going to die ?"

Part 12 - The miss

In the spine of his car. Under some sort of net. Like a dog. Wet, frigidness, half-naked.

Shivering.

Cold and wet and scared and thrilled.

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

No idea where we are. I can find out the wipers and the rain and him talking to Abi.

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

He opens the boot.

She 's there.

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

Tell her to strip down me. I look at her. We 're in some public 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 desire to discase me.

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

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

Eventually he drags me in.

It 's like a cellar.

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

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

Apart from where he ties me down.

Those will mark.

Then the other stuff.

ass. He 's going to electrocute me. I ca n't assist it. I feel my pee running down my legs. So make love frightened.

But so have sex excited.

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

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

He didn't secernate 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 very. And it will depart so soon. And it will be awful and I am so nookie scared.

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

I 'm crying. I ca n't help it. My belly is alike lead. My sum is trembling. I 'm so, so scared.

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

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

But I 'm so fucking scared ...

Part 13 - The Guy

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

Her simple words"Will 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 supporter, her fan ... and she called me ‘ Sir'in her despair to appeal to my common horse sense. But this scene transcended common sense, it transcended anything at all ...

"Yes, I believe you will, Little miss,"was all I said in response to the slut's question. I had already tied thick string around the slut's neck opening, securing her to the wooden plank, and was currently meddlesome tying the like binding around her articulatio talocruralis. She made no apparent movement to get up, despite my fatalist 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 Cross Brand near to her mound. I fingered it, touching the healing mark ...

"You will always be mine Little Girl."

The whine turned into a moan, or did I ideate that ?

I might well let imagined the adulteress's moan, but the groan that came from behind me was very existent, and caused me to depend round especially when I heard the clunk that went with it.

I stared at Red, who was crumpled on the dusty floor. Her eyes were give but she looked dizzy, dazed almost ...

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

I continued to bind the slut. Completing the ankle tie I moved to the tops of her thigh. I wrapped several lengths of the string around her thighs, right at the very top, pulling them together, before tying her wrists and knotting each wrist rope with the twine around her thighs, securing her hands by her side. I then took the bandaging and wrapped it under her wooden leg but around the forest. The resultant look was very aesthetically pleasing, and as I stood my delight formula most probably showed that was the case.

kneel once more, the last tie had gone around my Little Girl's human knee, and now she was immovably secured to the long wooden plank that was raised from the background by a small stack of bricks and concrete pieces at either end, with the ‘ human foot'end being raised higher so that any supernumerary water from the ‘ Boarding would run up her font and into her nose.

I looked back cycle at Red, who was now kneeling, her crownwork and jumper removed to disclose a skimpy blue vest top.

"Do you want to osculate her Red ?"I asked. If my pitch contour made it sound like the offer was for them to engross in a final kiss then that had been my intention. With a sob her flame-haired friend crawled over to my fornicatress and, placing a gently paw on her cheek, she lowered her backtalk until their back talk touched. Then she kissed my Little Girl, who kissed her back.

"Move away,"Finally, after watching them embrace, I issued my edict to Red, and she did. The way was flickering and cast with

declamatory fantasm from the candles, which, unless the robotic bulb was on, which it wasn't, the candles were the exclusively light we had. We had no indication of dark 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 effort to control her tremor. Red had moved away and was now backed up against the bulwark, watching everything unfold ...

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

I wrapped a fabric tightly under my Little young lady's head and then around her face so that she was forced to breathe through the coarse fabric. The physical body of her afford nose and mouth was clearly defined under the fabric.

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

It flowed in a clear, slim down stream over the cloth and for a long moment nada happened. Then, with a sudden gasp, my Little female child released the breath she'd been holding and inhaled the water.

She choked violently, her limbs convulsing, her headland shaking from side to side in a frantic attempt to refuse the swimming access to her mouth.

"Jesus,"I heard Red murmuring."This is unbearable."I turned my head briefly to look around but the young lady with the long flaming hair kept on watching.

On and on I poured. Glancing at the Mobile River phone at my side of meat away from the weewee pour ... I knew how long each application of water would finish. After exactly twenty endorsement, I stopped.

Peeling back the cloth my slut stared all-inclusive eyed at the roof. She couldn't draw breath, and when her centre began to bulge I immediately pushed her facial expression to the side so that she could vomit the liquid contents of her venter away from her body.

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

tendency into my piddling Girl, and with an almost soft contact, I smoothed the wet haircloth out of her oculus, tucking it back behind one ear. The slut was still shaking, the fear showing in her face.

My Little One held her breathing place as I stroked her breast, enjoying the feel of her wet, hard pap. I could tell that it wasn't a witting determination but an inherent aptitude, her physical structure saying, ‘ no you can not let this chance to you ’. But she could only agree it so long, and of course of instruction I knew that. I also knew that by pausing like this, waiting for her to inhale, increased the mental anguish and the ultimate impact.

When, finally, my niggling Girl drew a breath, a outstanding pant aspiration of the air her body was screaming for, it wasn't air she sucked in but piddle. I decanted the second pouring with perfect timing. body of water filled her throat and lungs like cement, and with it would come a bolt of painfulness that would only pee-pee her gasp for yet more air. And there was none, only more water.

Her lungs would be exploding and the pressing between her ears would be immense. It would be like that bit when you swam underwater as far as you could and recognise you had to get to the aerofoil, fast. But here there was no surface.

Then I reached my sentence and abruptly, the flow of water ceased. I peeled away the fabric again and for a moment I thought it was too late, that she was going to lose consciousness. But then, with a massive effort from within her heaving chest, she forced herself to fight down for air.

Spluttering and gasping, turning her head herself this clip, the jade once more vomited up what was in her lungs, the body of water spluttering out of her in a fountain, and she was alive.

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

"And now again,"I heard myself saying. As my trivial young lady shook her head violently in mute dissent, I tightened the cloth over her facial expression once more, waited for the inevitable inhalant and I poured again. This time for longer.

Her physical structure shook ...

I kept on pouring ...

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

I tightened the textile and continued to pour.

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

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

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

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

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

My Little Girl's battle slowed, her bureau stopped heaving, her soundbox ceased it's lascivious squirming ... the cloth over her face was rendered motionless ...

... And this fourth dimension she died.

component 14 - The girlfriend

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

I 'm not thinking about what 's to come in. 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 felicitous 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 next. But I don't.

Wetness cling tight to me. Filling my nose and mouth. So ? I think.

More. More than I can imagine.

More.

I hold my breather. I ca n't. I just ca n't. I ca n't believe. nookie !

Free ! I can hardly gasp. Fuck. I 'm puking piss. Fuck ! diddly. Back. More.

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

I want to fucking breathe !

My cunt hurts.

I feel so fucking hot.

I ca n't screw breathe !

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

I hate this !

So fucking much. Puke !

Again. Back again.

piece of ass ! My head hurts. Everything hurts. I ca n't see anything.

Fuck.

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

anymore ...'

roll in the hay ... I ca n't fucking breathe. shag ... fuck ...

fuck ...

I 'm drowning. I 'm fucking drowning. My chest hurts. My read/write head hurts. I 'm drowning. It hurts ... It hurts ...

I 'm electric. I 'm so make love beautiful ... roll in the hay ....

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

I 'm so beautiful ...

I hurt.

I do n't

I hurt.

swim. Sun. osculation ... kisses ... kiss ...

kisses ...

Part 15 - The Guy

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

"Bring me the defib now Red !"I shouted my program line whilst slitting the string ties around the jade's neck.

"Now !"I repeated as I reached into the nearby accessories bag to regain the ‘ Oxygen asset'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 jade's head back, stretching her neck opening and opening her airwaves. I placed the minuscule mask over her mouth, pinched her poke and released the oxygen in five small outburst into her. This was expert than ‘ a kiss of biography ’, more oxygen ... more 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 respiration was stopped due to the want of atomic number 8 to her brain. A minute or two more and we could be causing nous damage so we need to ..."

"We ?"Red interjected. I laughed again.

Connecting the pads to dry parts of my Little fille's dresser I clicked and released. Her nubile and used soundbox bounced away from the Wood as far as the remaining crosstie would allow."But this shock will have her warmheartedness pumping the redress levels of rakehell with pretty often immediate effect."

I repeated the jolting shock.

In seconds the slut was retching, and coughing, spluttering out what looked alike gal of water, but really wasn't. I held her head to the side so that her air handing over remained unobstructed and stroked her face as she began to cry.

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

"Go slop that puke you disgusting cunt,"I said with aggressiveness to the friend.

"Don't call me that, please."

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

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

"strip ..."I ordered.

"Are you gon na ‘ display panel me too ?"She asked, her words intoned in constituent with awe and in further, maybe more, part with upheaval.

Whilst being characteristically different, 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 ascertain, as, nodding at me, Red pulled her thin amobarbital sodium vest top over her head and off, letting it float to the story. Short oeuvre was made of the matching blue bra and, toeing off her brake shoe, she wriggled provocatively out of her jeans. Facing me wearing only black lace panties, I nodded at her and she wound them down to go forth her standing facing me totally, gloriously naked.

stretching her sleeve high gear, she ran her hands through her hair's-breadth, accentuating her knocker and posture ...

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

Goddess like, almost.

"cum here,"I gave Red her next statement. She moved to stomach over both the fornicatress and I as I knelt by her side. There were no windows in this place and the shadows from standard candle cast an eerie gloom over our vignette.

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

I took the prominent bulging ended wand and passed the hype socket end to Red."Go fireplug this in ..."

A still coughing Little Girl looked up at me with astray eyes."Did I die ?"She asked.

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

She smiled with a dreamy, docile look on her face."Thank you,"she whispered, and then she grunted as I shoved the verge between her thigh, forcing the vauntingly objective into the gap that wasn't there. But pushing hard I was able to open her thighs enough to insure the wand in place and then slide it upwards so that it forced its malevolently intended way into her pussy, her swollen labia enveloping around the fountainhead, sucking it in.

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

"Massage her clit."I smiled as the friend's fingers moved to my Little Girl's scratch and began to tease the hardening footling nub that was surfacing above the bulbous verge head.

The fornicatress groaned and began to wrestle, pushing into Red's cutaneous senses. I retied new string around her neck, just as tightly as before, and picked up the still wet cloth. Dropping it onto the Little One's face I left it a few irregular and then removed it, to see her gasp for air, her breathing now impacted by her response to Red's succour and the wet material restricting her oxygen supply.

"switch on the wand Red."

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

"Now leave her cunt to the verge, it will stay in shoes on its own, and play with her breast, use your mouthpiece and finger, make them hurt, make the slut cry out.

And she did. Squeezing the Little Girl's mamilla in between her finger and thumb, biting them ... the slut was clearly confused as to which sensation to focus on, the pleasure or the pain. But then, as, in her semi orgasmic DoS of subspace, she gasped for breath, exhaling a aloud groan, and that was my cue to tighten up the cloth around her face and pour to a greater extent water over her disguise features.

This time her torture was hug drug. I could see a terminated synopsis of her pretty font clearly plastered to the soaking wet framework as she writhed to the wand, squirmed to Red's sore tinge and struggled to breathe at all.

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

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

And so I released the cloth and enjoyed the sight before me of the slut's all-inclusive eyes, her raised nous and her completely rigid body forcing out the orgasm that was running amok inside her bare, limit 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, complainant yell went completely unappreciated by anyone but Red and I ...

region 16 - The daughter

Fuck ! I 've been kicked in the pap ! What the fuck !

Shit.

I 'm fucking being sick.

diddly-shit !

Fuck !

Fuck !

ass ! I 'm alive. I think ...

FUCK !

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

I blink.

My face is covered with whatever. Spittle. disgorgement. My eyes are full of water.

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

Something in me.

Between my legs. So ...

Shit.

Good !

So ... fucking sweet.

So ...

Oh my shtup god !

So ...

Jezus I want this so a lot. So much ! She 's touching me. This affair. nookie !

"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 consistence losing control. Bouncing. Cunt burning at the stake. SO FUCKING

AMAZING ! ! !

Fucking Scheol ! Where the underworld am I ? I 'm lost ! roll in the hay sin !

SO FUCKING dependable !

I 'm bouncing !

I 'm so out of control !

I love this sooo much !

I 'm drowning. I 'm coming ! Soooo sound ! Soooo ripe !

winking my eyes assailable. Look at my hard, messy fucked up physical structure. Look at her beautiful fucking body. nooky passion HER !

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh ! ! ! ! ! ! Yeaaaaaaaaaah !

whiz and firework and every blinking affair and the outflank piece of tail coming ever in my whole blooming life !

ass amazing beautiful fucking Abi ! Fucking amazing beautiful fucking thing !

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

role 17 - The Guy

Both lady friend looked across at me and I nodded. My Little Girl grinned and, despite her work force still being bandaged, she began a slow up crawl towards her devotee ...

After the Waterboarding sexual climax that the slut had endured/enjoyed I had freed her from the wood.

For a long meter she had just laid in whimpering heap, unmoving, eyes closed. The lifetime taken from her once more, at least metaphorically speaking, by the chroma of the climax combined with the ‘ Boarding and the vibe. Too many genius, a ten thousand of complexity that is too hard to litigate and too all-consuming to rationalise. So, she just lay there.

She looked stunning, the hussy ... my beautiful Little Girl. Her heaving chest, the marks of the twine adorning her body.

The candela were flickering now as they wore down. There was no phone signal down here but the phone's clock still worked, and so having picked them up at 1pm, and driven straight here, we had been ‘ in the panorama'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 jacket crown placed over her shoulders.

Her eyes too were closed. This session, hot on the heels of the woodland last week, had been too much for her. She looked tucker out, as, of course of instruction, did the slut.

And so, feeling the variant on my fifty-eight year old body, I too had taken the time to pillow up. Don't get me wrong, I was rampant and desperate to screw them both, certainly the demand to release my juices was becoming all consuming. But activities such as this take their toll on me as well, and so I had snatched some remainder, before distributing energy drinks all round from my bag. The energy inducing drinks were very welcome if the guzzling that ensued was anything to go by !

But now we were back at it. And so, as my Little missy crawled over towards her devotee, her flame-haired booster, I reached down inside my jeans. flipped the button and pulled down the zipper, to take cargo deck of my rock-hard rooster, making sure they could see me slowly stroking myself.

Red looked up and smiled as my short Girl approached, nodding breasts swinging, lip being chewed, center heavy with lust ...

"baby I'm so drab,"Red begged so delightfully, in such a heart rendering manner, for forgiveness from the adulteress, presumably for aiding and abetting the extreme action that had been doled out thus far.

"Shhhhh,"replied my little Girl, and moved her fingerbreadth to Red's mouth, before she kissed her buff's face all over ... nose, buttock, capitulum, neck and her indulgent, swollen lips.

And then they were locked in passionate embraces, open-mouthed, tongues engaged ... kissing, their custody 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 hand, planted firmly in my jeans.

Momentarily the scene in the warm up basement froze, but when I started to move my hand again, with their eyes gazing at me, the jade looked me in the eye and said ...

"pack it out, all the way, your cock ..."she urged me to uncover my erection and I happily obliged by divesting myself of my jeans, and then sat back in a easy attitude, putting one hand behind my promontory. Closing my eyes, I openly masturbated for them.

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

"You taking shame on a pitiable old man ?"I grinned at them, my speech a little torment as my juices began to climb up up from my balls.

The slut and Red both laughed, and as my eyes flickered open I saw them, staring at my fist which was rhythmically stroking my fully erect peter, before I once again, closed my centre to become lost in my own man of uttermost fantasy.

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

piece of tail, it felt so thoroughly ... my handwriting guiding the touch, varying the upper up and down the rigid length of my erection.

Another deal joined the first and then my chunk were cupped and fondled. Another groan, a loud whine, fuck this felt so goodness. So damn good !

Overwhelmed by the sensation I let out a groan and took my hand away, leaving them with gratuitous chain of mountains to do whatever they wanted. Opening my eyes, I watched as the trollop and Red slowly stroked my cock, fondling it, moving the primary quill attention alternately between them. I felt a tongue, sensed warm breath, then I was swallowed ... oh fuck, ohhhhh yessss.

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

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

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

They moved together and the fornicatress pressed Red to the floor, pushing her breast against hers, kissing her brim, hopefully tasting me again, pushing her thigh in between her friend's legs.

I had no mind 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 bore, straddling form of my Little female child, as the slut reached under her buff's body to search the curves of her ass.

As their union became more urgent, I watched Red reach up and slide her fingers between welcoming mouth after first base stroking the fluent cheek nearby. Teeth nipped and they both groaned with what was so obviously mutual desire ...

Red gasped and braced herself for the touch of the strumpet 's flabby fingers as they circled under and around the bottom of her ass cheeks and, lifting one leg, teased her open slit.

Moving deftly down her friend's body, my piddling Girl slid her tongue over Red 's conceited labia causing her to squeak in response, her au naturel trunk trembling. The slut followed up with a long digit sliding into the crevice of her fan 's ass, prodding at the humble rose-like hole while she swirled her clapper on Red's clit, which was no doubt, by now, engorged to bursting !

So obviously desperate for release, Red pushed her jetty into the slut's face, and rubbed her conceited incision against my fiddling girlfriend until she spasmed and cried out in a loud, body shaking climax.

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

I was grinning as they lay in a gormandise bus of marriageable female person flesh.

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

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

'' Yes, very ok, '' her friend confirmed with a rich intimation and a quick glance in my direction.

We had all enjoyed a press release of our pent-up luxuria and now it was time to continue the scene. I re-clothed myself and stood up.

Moving a larger piece of darker wood into posture, alike galvanic pile of bricks supporting either end, I looked at Red.

"Lay down on it,"I instructed her.

Her optic widened, and at the Lapp minute 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 wind up her sentence.

There was no dissent from the taller girl as she untangled herself from the hussy and lay on the wood as apprise. I tied her in a very standardised manner to the way in which I had secured my Little Girl. Red's twat was swollen and puffy and was superbly highlighted between the stiff tie of the twine around her thigh. Each missy now had a bed of Natalie Wood that they could call their own, and the seat where the loose woman ‘ died'would not turn sullied by mortal else's suffering.

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

My Little miss knelt nearby with a premier view of what was about to happen.

Red whimpered, crying in her heart, fear on her face. Her final examination Scripture to me before I stretched the fabric over her face were,"I don't want to die, please don't let me die ..."

I laughed and began to pour.

component part 18 - The Girl

'I 'm so bad'she said.

No understanding to be sorry I though. I loved everything ... 'shhhhh'

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

I 'm kissing her.

Her lips her face her mouth her spike ... her lovely gentle capitulum ... Kissing her. She 's so sweet. So piano. I love her so much.

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

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

We both know. We both touch him, kneel, slew our tongues over him. Up, down, coming ... coming.

Into our mouths.

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

And then extract each other close again. necking, belief, 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 puss in my face.

Pumping my mouth.

We slide apart. Slowly. grinning. That was good. OK ?

Very OK ...

I know she is. She 's perfect.

Her body heaving.

Gasping.

She ca n't give up now. I can feel her body coming. So fucking amazing. I can only ever have loved this missy ... 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.

lookout her tortured. My endearing adorable girl.

watch her poor devil and gasp and thrash in her bonds. I 'm so do it excited.

I get him the water.

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

She knows that.

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

I do n't listen if he does wipe out her as long as he kills me too. But not with the H2O. It 's too well-to-do. Too soft.

I know we want to injure if he 's going to shoot down us.

We want to bruise. She wants to hurt.

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

We want him to reach us bleed.

It 's hush. So very tranquilize. I 've no idea how long we 've been here. But I know that there 's meter. Plenty.

meter for him to board her.

clip for him to rack us both.

More.

shuffling us hurt.

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

We want to ache. To feel pain. To be objects. To not own our own physical structure. To be his. To torture. To kill if he wants.

And now he starts ... Slowly.

Pouring.

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

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

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

Part 19 - The Guy

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

But quietus was not on the docket !

I held the cloth face screen tightly in my clenched fist and let the water seed, in droplets first of all, but then in a steadying stream and finally a stream that was directed over the synopsis of Red's intrude and mouth.

The flame-haired daughter was tacit, though her physical structure was squirming, performing a writhing do-or-die dance. The interlace held her tightly, digging into her flesh, allowing only her knees to raise away from the wooden gameboard, and her groin to convulse.

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

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

I looked at my Little lady friend and smiled. She smiled back. I loved her ... I knew that now. That was the intelligence for it. A foreign erotic love, I accepted that fact, but it was love nonetheless.

I waited for Red to inhale again and then, with perfectly iniquity timing, I closed the wet textile over her feature and poured once more. What the friend had anticipated was going to be oxygen, wasn't. There was no atomic number 8 to be had, just water system and then ... more water.

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

The display panel was angled, her head word on the downward slope so that no water escaped without running over her face. Her firm, tattoo decorated titty were riding mellow on her chest, a fact that was clearly of no concern as I slowly took the life out of her.

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

"The scepter slut, give me the wand."

The official document was placed into my hands and without postponement I pushed the vibe between Red's second joint. She arched as practically as she could, pushing her consistency into the intrusive phallus and her face into the cloth.

Beautiful.

"Pour more water,"I issued my instruction handing the jug over to my Little Girl.

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

As her struggles began to lessen, I removed the cloth, but then in refilling of it, and after a brief meter so that she could take a small breath, I closed my deal tightly around her cervix and began to go the vibe in a circular motility, pushing it concentrated into her body.

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

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

I looked at the Little Girl. She was watching with a degree of saturation as the climax overtook her lover. Red writhed in climactic ecstasy, and as she did I left the wand squeezed tightly in stead between her second joint, put the material back over her cheek and poured more water.

This was too very much for the red-haired female child. I knew it would be. She needed to gasp, to inhale, to pull off her orgasm ... but now she couldn't, yet she had to keep trying ... that was what the orgasmic instinctive reflex made happen.

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

"She's drowning right ?"My Little Girl in a champaign and simple, matter- of-fact kind of way.

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

"Yes,"my Little young woman replied, without hesitation. Her response 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 surprising thing happened. The jade, ignoring the Death throe of her friend and buff, moved to me and, touching my impertinence, turned my font her way, and kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss, open mouthed, desire fuelled ... make love filled ? Maybe it was, certainly that was the guinea pig from my side.

By the clock time we broke free of our embrace Red was bushed. Her beautifully ornate body was prone ... unmoving ... completely still. No chest heaving, no breathing, no pulse. Her breasts were still firm, her pap remained hard and her cunt was just as egotistical as it was when we started this. But she moved no more. Mortem had descended upon her.

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

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

fuck, this felt so honorable ... but ... the admirer had passed ...

So damn good as she massaged her quarter round around the swell head ...

But ... Red was dead.

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

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

"I win,"she remarked.

What the fuck ! Did we just play the highest venture game of chicken ever, with Red's animation the prize ?

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

I had no metre to think this through any further, getting the ‘ atomic number 8 Plus'into Red's body was now of Paramount Priority.

"You gon na Defib her as well ?"

I nodded as the fifth jet of Oxygen squirted into the dead miss's body.

Two jolting shocks later and Red was puking up water and sobbing her heart out. I saw the slattern smirk at me. She was more screw looney than I knew ... and that thought made me love her even more !

******

The supporter sat shivering in a corner of the room. It was a couple of hours since she had been boarded, and subsequently ‘ died ’, but still she said nothing. The slut sat next to her, nude still, with her arm around her supporter and devotee's shoulder, cradling Red's exhausted also nude frame on the comforting Earth's surface of her breasts.

I stood looking down on them, my footling girlfriend looked up at me. She knew ... she expected ... there was more to come.

"Get up,"my mastery was abbreviated, self-asserting and to the tip. With a concentrated sup 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 supporter looked up at me through sullen eyelids.

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

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

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

I took the rough out, thin string I had been using and, tied her wrists to her thighs. I stood back to admire, pleased with the esthetic of my work.

"The baton Red, please."I held out my hired hand and in a bit or two, the acquaintance, who was coming round now, placed the large tool in my palm.

I knelt and slid the bulbous end between her thighs and underneath the slattern's organic structure. She grunted as the tidy head sunk between her labia. Due to her seated place and the fact that all of her free weight was pushing down onto the wand it slipped inside her, opening her dent, invaded her snatch. Now the oink became a moan ... just wait until I switched it on !

"The bag, Red. That fictile one there."I indicated the clear plastic bag in which the two ‘ Oxygen addition'canisters had been packaged. It was tumid and still intact.

"Oh shtup, no ..."The Son of despair came from my little girl as she realised my aim, and so with a slight help from Red, I placed the bag over the slut's head. Getting her friend to pull it down tight I wrapped reams of black duct tape around her neck opening, securing the bag firmly in berth, the seal around my Little fille's head now intact, completely unbroken.

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

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

My fornicatress mewed and writhed, and fell to one slope. I laughed and moved to pick her up again. Taking a new while of twine I fastened it around her neck opening and tied it off above her head, meaning that now she couldn't topple over. This was essential for the future part of my plan.

I stood back once more with Red as we watched the loose woman's consistence struggles become less and her conflict to stay alert diminish. The charge plate was now stiff to her face and she would have no atomic number 8 at all.

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

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

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

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

"No, it's not ..."I responded and moved to where the slut was fading fast. Taking my small knife I made a snatch in the bag at the top of her head. It wasn't a with child opening by any means, but it was enough to tolerate air into the seal. And my piddling Girl began to quaff it in, though it was More of a low sucking as opposed to a taste !

Laughing at her travail to retrieve her life's breather, 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 drink it slut ... unless you want to swim in my piddle that is ..."

Now the strumpet shook her head even more frantically.

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

Wide eyed, panicking and still shaking her straits - the neck string held her upright - my picayune Girl opened her sassing and began to turn down the stage by swallowing the urine ...

And now I switched on the vibe ...

The trollop continued to swallow, she had to, but her whole physical structure went rigid as the sceptre bit into her the medium flesh between her thigh. She moved on the vibration and as I looked down, I saw the flesh of her taut stomach rippling with stimulated movement.

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

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

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

could take in the Little daughter salute my piss and squirm herself towards the inevitability of her climax.

"FucccckkkK !"I groaned, as, gripping the tattooed girl's hips, I thrust into her slit from prat. She was tight and fond and wet, and the way she responded suggested that she wanted this as much as I did.

I fucked her hard and dissolute and deep ... and as my slut drank sufficiency urine to exempt first her nostrils and then her mouth, I fucked Red even deeper.

Then I came ...

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

To complete the unholy Blessed Trinity, and with perfect timing, my Little Girl, now breathing again, unloaded her orgasm over the boastfully sceptre at exactly the Sami consequence ...

For many minutes we cried out, groaning our mutual handout, filling the air with the ecstasy of our perversions.

But then ...

The room went eerily silent save for the on-going buzz of the still active vibrator, and the trousering of Red underneath me. We had

collapsed to the storey once the fit of my groin had stopped pumping my seeded player into her beautiful nubile body.

My slovenly woman sat, unmoving except for the shoal wage increase and fall of her bureau as her heart began to resume its rule rate.

Sliding my softening cock from the champion's body I rose and moved to my minuscule fille. Switching the vibe off she visibly relaxed.

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

Then, costless of the charge card confine, my slight Girl retched, turned her head to one side and puked all over the floor ...

Part 20 - The Girl

And so, I 'm here. Some variety of a girl. Some sorting. Fucked up it seems. Cos I don't fear if I die. It seems. I just want him to hurt me. It seems.

I 'm not stupid.

I 'm at a good Uni in my second year of chronicle. 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 little girl like that. But I love her.

So.

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

My words. His words.

"She's drowning right ?"

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes, I am,"

No, I do n't entail that I know that. I love Abi tooo much. I love her. But he can wipe out 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

scathe me please

Please

He does.

Fuck. What's he doing. formative Thing

Ca n't fucking respire

No way. No. Breath-fuck No

Hurt me

Fuck you, like her. nookie me ! Pleaseee

Need to be Fucked and hurt. nooky me

Bastard

Cunt

I love her like you ca n't ever know you useless old fucked up sod of a love child. 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 sup. Then.

What. The. Fuck.

I'm cumming.

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

Bastard

I hate you

Love her You Fucker

Your Piss hatred

I love her.

I will always

Fuck you, you Bastard !

character 21 - The Guy

From the falling off orbit, we watched Red walk away, my Little young woman and I. Just before she entered the automatically opening glass doors 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 young lady loved her more than ever. Chewing on her ass lip, one hired hand slipped inside her jacket out of the cold morning air, Red gave us one of those abbreviated, almost

embarrassed waves, the kind that only comes from a slightly raised wrists and not the arm.

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

"Where will she go ?"I asked.

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

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

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

"You stink,"I said, a thin grinning appearing on my lip. I felt her fingers touching mine.

"Whose geological fault is that ?"She grinned back.

******

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

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

She was oozing a kind of trust that I hadn't seen before. Like she had ‘ been there and done that ’, and now nothing could ever really anguish 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 retiring few hours we had just rested, even slept a little. I stood and made my way to the top of the I. F. Stone stairs, where there was a headphone signal.

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

I did not respond, but instead when I reached the step where the signal arrived, I dialled the Village Hotel.

"Hi, can I ledger a elbow room for tonight please, do you make a suite detached ?"

They did, a rooms is always disembarrass. And so, after mumbling my name and giving my wag item, we had somewhere to stay for today and the Nox. Somewhere I could have her all to myself.

I retraced my way down the hard stairs.

The fornicatress looked up at me, fountainhead cocked, expecting some sort of comment from me.

"OK, you and me, Little missy, we're staying in a hotel tonight, the same hotel as before, our hotel. I'm taking Red to the place and she's going domicile, or back to your house, or wherever. You can conjoin her tomorrow. interpret ?"

It wasn't a question but a full-blown command. Red was heading house. My slut and I were not.

"Are we done ?"Did my Little female child 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 heedful. We need this to concluding and so we need to ration the fun."I used the Word ‘ fun'on purpose, because despite the uttermost nature of what we were doing, they found it fun, I genuinely believed that, and I sure as hell on earth did.

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

"You are so crazy Little One. But the resolution is no ..."The fact that I was able to rack her by refusing to hurt her was a strange slope benefit from the horrid and wonderful relationship I had with this girl.

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

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

She pouted. unlikely ! She actually pouted.

I laughed.

"semen on get dressed, facilitate me pack affair up. We are leaving now."

******

It was the same suite we had the hold out clip we were here, just a week ago, when Red was also with us. Would it be the same chamber maidservant, the one who sorted out our spare bedding to replace the bloody stained set ?

Given the expensive nature of the room, we had been able-bodied to check in pretty practically on arrival, and now my footling lady friend was flaked out on the bed. eye closed. Sleeping like the beautiful, beaten, used and abused fornicatress that she was.

Man, she looked beautiful, even dressed again in her flowing skirt, shirt and crownwork ... 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 time with her. Try to get to know her a footling Thomas More. I wasn't bothered about names, I liked the namelessness to be honest, but I wondered who she was. What Uni trend was she doing, where was she actually from ? I stood over her and fleetingly her heart flickered open. A weak, still-asleep, smile emanated upwards from her pretty face before her eyelid slowly descended once more. She was here for some tender love and fear. She badly needed TLC, even if she didn't know it herself.

lean in to skid my arms underneath her trunk, I moved her gently upwards on the duvet. Slipped off her jacket and pumps and pulled the canvas over her.

I was due home plate today from my ‘ group discussion ’, and so, moving out of the bedroom, I called the wife.

"Hey love it's me ... yeah all is great thanks, but look ... there's a dinner tonight ... just for a *********** few of us ... some new commission ... so I will be domicile tomorrow ... yeah its mulct, no surgery or clinics until Wednesday ... miss you too ... dearest ... I love you."

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

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

After my call dwelling, I had stripped to my boxers and laid down succeeding to my Little girl. Pausing only to briefly kiss her forehead I too had then slept. It seemed I needed the relief too, because a quick glance at the time showed me that it was now 3:30pm. We had slept for hours.

She looked a vision, all nude flesh, shaved mound and pale scratch, and pretty face ... and my groin stirred.

"Your custody, you took off the stuffing ?"

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

She looked at me again, her raised eyebrows beckoning.

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

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

"cum on get in, the water supply is just pure !"My Little Girl had stepped right in as soon as we reached the clean foamy natural covering of bubbles coating the surface, 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 beam of light, I stepped forward, raised my legs one after the former, and plonked myself down, very much to her squealing delight.

The outsized tub felt like it was designed for two, taps in the middle, with a skillful sloped end that was perfect for me to lie back on. My piddling little girl moved so that she was sitting in front of me,

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

centre closed in the steamy bathroom, we were settling into the relaxed placidity. The only if sounds now being the low hum of the bathroom fan. We could discover nothing whatsoever from anywhere else. Just wonderful !

I opened my eyes and thanked my lucky stars, because it had to be them, my stars, and not God, for bringing all of this to me. My picayune Girl's oral sex rested upon my shoulder facing the ceiling, her eyes closed. Lovingly, I placed my cheek against hers, enjoying the quite a little and look of her body lying against me in the water.

The moment just got even more arrant ...

"lastly Night was magic Mister, thank you."Her actor's line 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 Girl, so consummate ..."She turned her face towards me and kissed me. I put all the experience of a man in his recent middle- age into the embrace ...

We kissed ...

And we kissed ...

And then we kissed some more ...

With my peter now as hard as a rock candy I shifted my situation so that my regard could journey the duration of her exposed house of cards coated legs, shining with gleaming wetness and ... open. My eyes continued upwards towards her pussy, partially concealed by her scarred hands as they lie across the lower contribution of her tummy. Her beautiful breasts, Marks from before the New class adorning them, were floating above the waterline and just that lust-laced view made me want to kiss them.

Her teat were soaked and wrinkled, soft and pliable which made me believe about what they looked like when they are strict and erect, hardening under the lick of my tongue as I suckle on her, pierced with skewers, or twisted between the sharp dentition of a clamp. Shifting again as these desire-filled thoughts take over my mind, my hard on squashed up against her voiced, smooth back.

Momentarily I focus my aid on the pallid scrape that she wore so willingly, marks of her captivity that redden a little when the water system covers them. It's a reminder that fuelled my thirst even more ...

The air in the room is almost chilly compared to the hot bath, and so I take the ornate jug, different to the ones that we had used during the ‘ Boarding school term, that is sitting on the ledge and fulfill it with water from the tub. I lift it and pour it slowly over her berm letting the hot menstruum chase away the thrill as it runs down her arm and the straw man of her chest.

'' Mmmmmm ... ohhhhh, shag, yes ... '' my Little miss moans, `` ... that feels wonderful. ``

Filling the jug again, I pour it over her other berm. I both hear and feel her sigh as my jade tilts her point even further back over my shoulder, so that I can watch the urine droplets run away down her chest, circling her breast before dripping away from her nipples. The adjacent jug of water I pour across the top of her breast, starting from the left and moving to the right, and then I watched fascinated as a hot sheet of steaming froth infused liquid test across her breasts.

Her nipples constrict a little, not quite indurate, but not going soft either. I wonder how the water feeling on them.

The next jug full I lift high and let a dumb stream crepuscule on the top of her knocker. Slowly I guide the streamlet downward to the right. The water supply track prison-breaking into humble droplets just before it hits her skin, and circles around her breast.

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

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

As I run the piddle in smaller and smaller rope, I am fascinated. I love how it makes her cutis output slightly with each midget impact from the menses of H2O droplets. Her nipple tightening slowly, darkening ... crying out for attention.

Refilling the jug when it empties just as I am at the outer sharpness of her areola, I repeat the Lapplander on her left boob. Her breathing is quickening now, and below the water level I see my Little young lady's deal start rub her stomach and then dip down between her ramification as she spreads them further.

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

My slut's finger's breadth are moving faster, with more than determination between her pegleg, and I see, through a convenient gap in the bubbly surface, that one is holding her brim candid, while the other is slowly stroking her pussy and circling around her clit. Her mouth unfold, hint gasping with undisguised pleasure.

I move to the former bosom and, not wanting it to feel neglected, I let the water devolve hard on my slight girlfriend's mammilla, and am rewarded with a lust-fuelled oceanic abyss, low moan. My stopcock has been slowly getting firmly watching her arousal anatomy, and I shift slightly so that it is now urge on upwards caught between my stomach and my slovenly woman's lowly back.

My Little Girl turns her side 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 accomplish for the bar of goop on the bath ledge. Running it over in my men while our tongues dance, I soon have a thick, Edward White lather, enabling me to surface my Little fille's chest until it is slick and slippery with suds.

Both hands return to her breasts, petting, cupping and then running the flatbed of my palm over them. Our kisses become more vivid between weighty breathing, her glossa agitated, seeking out mine, and I can palpate the apparent movement of her bridge player in the urine becoming more intent.

My fingertips on her knocker circle her puckered nipple, and she starts to sway her pelvis as she finger-fucks herself. She pulls away from the kiss, throwing her capitulum back against me and gasps.

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

I pinch my petty Girl's rock-hard nipples, and she bucks, arching her back into me. My dick is straining now, and I want to do it her badly, but this moment right now ... is all hers.

I knead her white meat, twisting, pulling, fondling, caressing knowing she 's almost there. Suddenly the slut arches up, digging the porcelain tub sides with her blackguard and lifts her hips up out of the piss ...

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

Her orgasm is hard and all-consuming as groans long and loud, the sloshing piss splashing everywhere over the otherwise perfectly clean and respectable privy, two fingers deep between her soft, wet fold and the former bridge player furiously rubbing her clit intemperate enough that, to me, the avid onlooker, it looks almost painful ... maybe it is, and maybe that's what gets her off. Her hips thrust, fucking thin air, seeking more pressure, additional clash, craving the maximum pleasure ... bucking voiceless with each wave of hot, spastic gratification that wracks her body.

After a long, shuddering orgasm my minuscule Girl dropped back into the H2O, exhausted.

She turned to kiss me again, and our bosom is long and slow and tender as my hands rub her pectus from tummy to shoulder lightly, until she relaxes.

I watch, fascinated, as her nipples slowly decrease and soften. She pulls away from the buss, sighs deeply, and lies her head back on my shoulder again, oculus closed, breather slowing.

I close my eyes too, and find our consistence relaxing together, listening to the faint drip of the water in the now tranquillity again bathroom.

Part 22 - The girl

"Please Mister, just tie me and scald me once more !"

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

'Mister'. I call him. Makes me sound like a kid. But I do n't want to know his epithet. Not now. Not ever. Just 'Mister'.

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

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

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

But I do n't care.

It 's been grand, magnificent, 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 blind drunk off.

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

But he 's the party boss and we do.

But he just wants me with him.

I kiss Abi. I whisper my secret to her.

And then she 's gone.

And I 'm with him.

cover at the hotel. That Sami stinky hotel that he likes so a great deal. And we sleep some more. I do.

And he comes to me. Looks at my nudity. And my cover girl marks. At my hands. My cover girl strike off hands. My acquaint from him.

He lies with me. He thinks I am his.

"conclusion night was magical Mister, thank you."

He deserves some proper thanks.

I mean it. It was magic trick. And he did everything. We just let him do it. He found the station. 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. gentle wet kisses in our cunts.

And as he touches me, and fondles me and pullulate water over me and makes me feel wonderful and aphrodisiac I am thinking of her.

Not of him.

My eyes slowly shut and she 's there.

And I love this.

And I 'm so bonk hot.

And she 's there.

And I feel my whole body alive.

And I feel my tits and nipple and cunt and finger myself in myself and if he 's touching me I do n't notice because I 'm with Abi and she 's touching me and making me cum.

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

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

kissing him.

making him feel special.

But it 's only her who 's special.

And I slide myself into the lovely water supply. 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 suffer together and get laid our pain together.

It 's all I ever want.

And here I am.

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

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

But I can recite them about Abi. I think they 'd love that I love her.

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

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

stoppage mentation I tell myself.

Just enjoy.

piece of tail. Just enjoy. And think about Abi and the next sentence we get him to hurt us.

Because that 's what we both want.

I 'm so shag lucky.

I 'm a lucky lucky, favourable girl.

A pretty lovely sexy lucky daughter ...

A ...

Part 23 - The Guy

"That was delicious, thank you. A perfect end to a perfect day ... and dark,"my Little miss said as we opened the door to the suite and fell into the lowly hallway.

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

******

bathtub metre over and healing nap had, we left the suite and headed into the flannel Rose Shopping nub just a few moment away. There was a slight risk attached to this because I could be spotted. But I didn't really live anywhere near to the middle and so, on a late Sunday good afternoon the luck were slim. I would simply need to be vigilant.

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

"If we're going to eat in hotel eating house tonight,"we had a arriere pensee in around three time of day at 8pm,"... then you need something else to wear."

"What about you ?"she queried.

"Oh, I have a modification of wearing apparel, I had to jam something to validate my masking fib,"I grinned in reply.

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

******

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

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

'' Huh ? '' I responded, startled from my rumination, waiting for my little female child to emerge from behind the curtain.

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

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

Me a pervert ... how dare you ? The very thought made me smile.

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

I heard a chuckle from the changing cubicle, and I had to let in to having a wry smile myself. If only this unsuspicious womanhood knew what we had been doing just a few 60 minutes earlier.

She nodded, and said, `` Well, us little girl have to reckon just right. I 'm indisputable your wife is having a dainty time helping your girl. ``

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

'' Really ? Well, I 'm sure when you get home your wife will value 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 woman added, appraising the dress she was trying on and shaking her head, just as the loose woman appeared.

'' Sorry, erm ... ‘ dad'..."She over pronounced the Logos and then paused, her font sporting a huge grin."Nothing seems to fit proper. ``

'' Ok. well, let 's go try River Island then. '' I said with smile. I was enjoying seeing my small Girl try on dresses, she looked great in everything I saw her in ... but obviously not quite good enough for her own exacting standards !

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

"pappa ?"She looked square ahead and laughed.

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

"You made me drink your peeing to arrest myself from drowning in it. You fucking crucified me nude with nails on a cross and you want to be my daddy ?"

She was laughing heartily now.

"No, no roll in the hay off, not at all. I'm so not into that,"I offered up, but her laugh was making me grin. We were chilled, she was slow down ... it was decent, in fact it was very nice.

******

She settled on a short black lace wearing apparel that fitted perfectly, and looked simply sensational. We added a fitted leather flavour jacket and blackness, high brake shoe. I sent her into Boux Avenue on her own to buy new underclothes ...

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

"So, Mr, this is a bit uncanny to be honest."She sat opposite me, the jacket off and the lace clothes fitted perfectly around her curvature. I had made myself barely when she dressed in the suite, I wanted the joy of unwrapping her once our meal was over.

‘ Weird ? We all have to eat Little One."I had to take on that it was the inaugural clock time I had ever had dinner party with someone whose name I didn't actually know.

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

I smiled wryly."I want you to enjoy your meal and I want to know you a short effective, that's all."

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

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

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

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

"History."She replied."Second class"

I smiled,"History ? Cool. What do you stand for to do with the grade when you get it ?"

Forking another mouthful of alimentary paste in between her lips she shrugged her shoulders,"MA I guess. stoppage at Uni as long as I can, saves me having to get up, right ?"She grinned at me.

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

******

And so now here we were back in the suite. Giggling like shoal children, both drunk on wine-coloured and adrenaline.

"That was delicious, thank you. A unadulterated end to a pure day ... and Nox,"my Little little girl said as we opened the door and fell into the small-scale 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 courting our relationship, despite the age difference, and for that I was eternally grateful.

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

The button on my glum denim/cotton dungaree soon followed and her fingers were tugging at my white shirt.

I turned and pushed my solidification jetty into her hips."You mean you still have the long suit after what we did ... or should I say, what you did in the bathtub earlier ?"

My smirk turned into a grin as our rima oris paused with the rim parted by a hair's breadth, her breathing space warm on my face.

I moved to snog her but my Little miss stopped me, said, `` Hold on, '' and moved slowly and very provocatively over to the big double

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

Grinning at me the slut flipped the permutation on the minor bedside lamp and throw us just a little Thomas More visible light in the suite's living room, where we now were. Then she moved back to the window and just stood there, looking out into the dark, palms to the meth, feet apart and up on her toes, silhouetted against the outside. Reaching behind her body, and without looking at me, she gripped the thin material of her wearing apparel and pulled at the fabric, raising it higher ... and higher. The hem of her dress was still hiked up when she turned her caput and looked at me over her shoulder.

My Little girl's need was plain ...

I came up behind her and unwrap the curt zip that tightened the attire at the lowly of her spinal column. Then I slipped my hands in along her ribs, under the sides of the frock, and cupped her bare boob. I felt the hard-little buds of her teat against my workforce, and I squeezed and teased and cupped and fondled, taking not bad satisfaction in the Henry Sweet little sigh and groan she made.

She slid her ass, bare save for the new fateful lace thong, up and down along my rigid tool, and in reception I pushed her against the methamphetamine hydrochloride, and pulled up her dress to rest on her hips.

Raising my hand, I slapped it down on her butt, strong, very hard. And she yelped delightfully.

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

So, I repeated the venereal infection, and she gasped ... it was the strait of desire. I made me smile and it made me punishing still ... I spanked her ass again, pushing the hussy hard against the trash I hit her firm, peachy

physique clock time after time, until she groaned long and flashy ...

'' You wan na take me here, Mr. ? split off my dress ? You wan na flatten my tit up against the glass and carry me from behind ? You wan na fuck me while the whole car park watches ? '' Then she turned around and pushed herself into my arms and kissed me, her knife on mine. Then she pulled her lips away far enough to murmur `` screwing me, now, please. ``

I made short work of the remaining association and, facing me, she let the garb fall in a graceful mint to the ground.

She really was beautiful, my Little Girl, my Slut and although my back talk 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 legs, thrusting my deal under her ass to cup her mound. I fondled her slowly for a brilliant while and then slipped my finger inside the lace and into her moistening pussy.

I caressed her labia, stroked her perineum, then parted her lip and found her hardening button peeking out from under the cowling. She moaned and snaked a leg backwards around my thigh, spreading herself as far apart as she could, wanting to have as a lot of my finger as possible.

My strumpet wanted more and so I gave her more, sliding in a second gear finger's breadth to unite the maiden, before circling them together and moving the digits in and out, nice and slow.

I had her pinned up against the window pane, and I knew her chest were flattened, squashed against the glass. Take a just looking, anyone who can see. This is my Little fucking Girl, my slut ... Eat your nooky hearts out !

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

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

I helped the sticky thong to peel away from her swollen lips and down over the fashion plate of her hips to in a small peck of lace as she clutched at my shirt, ripping it open and scattering push button to the four winds.

I shrugged off my cap and unbuckled my belt properly so she could attack my slide fastener. trouser off, my naked fiddling missy pushed my boxer shorts down to free my peter and took it in her fist.

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

fine by me. I wrapped my hired man around her ass, slid her upwards along the glass, and lowered her tight, dripping kitty-cat down onto my engorged shaft, forcing a gut-level gasp from her, then moans and grunts of pleasure as I lifted her again and again and slammed her down onto my rigid erection.

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

My Little young woman squirmed and writhed, wriggling on my tool, and I was bending at the knees to thrust myself deeper up inside her body and we were both trousering, sweating, the smell of sex was strong, and she was screaming with each thrust and screaming out at me,

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

Part 24 - The Girl

"That was pleasant-tasting, thank you. A perfective 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 thing we chose. I look so pretty in nice thing. But then I 'm a pretty girl and all pretty girls look nice in pretty things ... Do n't we ?

But he calls me his Little Girl. His girl !

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

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

Nah.

He just wants me for a do it toy. And that suits me fine. A nicely tortured, nicely spiffed up piece of ass toy. He deserves me.

rear 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 Little One."

"And do you wan na fuck me ?"

I smile at him. My reasonably smile. And I tell him about myself. Just a bit. The routine I do n't heed him knowing.

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

And in the way

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

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

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

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

So I start to take things off.

Slowly.

And put the light source on.

And press myself against the window. I want to be seen. And suffering. And he comes behind me.

He ca n't aid himself.

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

"ass, yes, delight ..."

I want some more. A lot.

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

'' You wan na occupy me here, Mister ? Tear off my wearing apparel ? You wan na flatten my breasts up against the crank and take me from behind ? You wan na fuck me while the whole car park watches ? ``

And he does. flow he does.

And he strips me. Fast. I turn, kiss him, let him push me against the window. Push me hard. Push me wet. embrace my tits against the windowpane. The cold shabu on my teat. My face against the window. Pushing. Pushing. Fuck this is good.

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

Yeah. This is so love in effect. Any dick, anything. In me. Do n't deal. Hard as he can. Hurting me sweetly.

shag I am so fucked up.

Face on the looking glass. knocker on the spyglass. Palms on the glass.

Thinking of Abi and the pose I 'll give her. Red roses. Thorny as possible. Without the petals. Thinking of her fucking beautiful face. Her fucking beautiful tits. Her fucking beautiful belly. Her fucking beautiful cunt.

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

Heaving, sweating. breath on the drinking glass. Fucking. Fucking. Good.

voice 25 - The Guy

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

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

I sauntered in right behind her, so snug that she could surely sense the pounding coming from my thorax, as I watched her ass undulate under the loose flowing skirt that she had put back on, over her new underclothes. Tee shirt and jacket crown completed the carefree, student look that my small girlfriend wore so well.

Before the doorway had even closed behind me, I moved to her. My exit hand covered and grabbed her mouth, pulling her dorsum into my chest of drawers, while my right handwriting wrapped around her throat ... not quite enough to cut off her supply of oxygen but enough to let her know that she was till mine to do with as I pleased.

She let out a gasp, but my hired man prevented it from being hearable, instead I felt a wonderful small burst of breather 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 mortal whom I did n't trust and care about. A less girl in my judgement would look back on what we had done and think of me as a monster, as a heartless devil who lured in women in order to abuse them. I did n't require anyone to think that about me. Being with my trivial young woman, and her Red-Haired champion, was about 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 elaborate man.

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

'' Let me make one thing clear ... '' She stopped struggling in order to listen to what I had to say. `` I ca n't keep on my mitt on your sassing for ever. When I remove it, will you foretell not to make a dissonance ? ``

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

My Little female child nodded. `` Good girl. ``

I unclasped my hand from her oral cavity, removed my hands from her cervix, 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 pall, well just a small. Horny also, but scared. biz 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 framework, and sliding down her consistency, I dug my teeth into her thigh. My bite was certainly not hard enough to break away the skin, but it was hard enough to draw out a delicious reaction. I could see her struggling not to let out a yelping as the stemma flowed toward her thighs, to contuse in gloomy and grey.

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

I could sense the oestrus, smell the arousal and, sliding her flip-flop to one side, I could see the moisture collecting around her labia. There was no way I could defy back, I was drawn like a lust-fuelled moth to an titillating flame.

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

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

Without warning, I flipped her onto her tummy, pulling her ass into the air in one motion, pulling her skirt down and off. The jacket and tee shirt that the slut still wore rode along her upper body to reveal the splendid underside of her house, braless breasts.

I was still wearing my jeans and boxers, but not for long. Taking them off I also removed my horseshoe and wind sleeve. My erecting flipped free.

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

I pressed my hard cock against her pussy and ass, and began to push myself between the backtalk of her wet cunt and the cockle entrance to her tail, without ever really penetrating either one.

She began pushing back onto my putz, begging me with her torso language to fuck her. My Little daughter's ass rose, bringing her pussy into straight inter-group communication with my achingly cadaver erection. I pushed against her and opened her up.

'' Please Mister, more. ''

Her moan made me smile. I abruptly pulled myself out of her, much to her audible frustration, and spanked her ass, hard. She moaned again, my slovenly woman, and so I spanked her again, harder this metre and she let out another delightful squeal.

I gripped the lean cloth of her underclothing and tore it away from her body, and then I drove into her, gripping her articulatio coxae and thrusting hard. The force was such that she almost fell forward but I held her business firm, and began to fuck. With each stab I stretched her astray and accompanied the motion of my mole with a laborious slap.

Twice I sensed that her orgasm was about to burst through the dam, and twice I pulled out, holding my own sexual climax 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 lust, desire and on my part ... love, signalled the onrush of her orgasm, that in both timing and intensity level, matched my own.

We lay gasping. Both naked from the waist down, dripping with succus, leaving a growing soil on the bed clothes.

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

"Who ?"I asked.

"That poor fucking chamber maid."We both laughed.

******



"okey, ‘ bye then."

I smiled and pulled her to me.

She hugged. I hugged. I kissed. She kissed.

"substance me Mister."

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

It was overcast. Looked like rain. Lapp touch. Leeds place drop-off.

"So ?"

"So ?"

"When ?"

"Can't say."

She nodded. I nodded.

parting 26 - The girlfriend

We went down to the eating house for breakfast.

Normally I like something like yield and yog and a gullible tea. Maybe a ginger tea.

But he was buying so I had the Full.

Two blimp. Fried sugar. Black pud. And gobs of Brown University sauce. Wiped my plateful with the thin, barely toasted hotel toast. Slimed up with the hotel butter.

Lovely !

I like a squeamish 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 commodity. With his dick.

He 's ok. And I like being fucked by a guy. Even if my forever erotic love is Abi and will always be ... forever.

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

The weekend over.

Back on the fucking shitty train.

The gear in the Northern powerhouse are as icky as Southern. Very shitty.

And the moorland are eternally dull.

And she 's there.

osculation me.

Smiles.

shuffling me a mug of tea.

And I give her my lot of station pink wine. Red.

And she smiles.

And we chat.

About him. About the weekend.

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

'Yeah. And he 's in, what, his fifty ? So he 's probably been married about thirty years .... son of a bitch. And now we 're here. I wonder if he 's done it before ?'

'

Probably. He 's some sort of pro guy. dainty car. Nice voice. Lot of meeting away and conferences and shit. Sure he 's fucked around. Maybe he 's just dreamt about fucking over two sexy baby like us though ...'

'Our fortune then. What do you think he does ? I mean, he sort 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 thigh. And then we go household and I trim the rosebush and we strip each early naked and as I lie down on top of her I slide the thorny stems between our tits.

And we suck in the air and cry out and we move over each other.

I whisper in her sweet ear.

She smiles.

She mouths a 'yes'.

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

Kissing her.

I fucking know her.

END OF ACT 4