voice 1 - The Guy

"How was your day love ?"I made a point of calling my wife. It was Monday, a totally day since I saw my Little daughter at Leeds Station. We had our thing my slut and I, and that ‘ affair'was supposed to draw the boundaries and define what it was that we had, and where it was we had it, but if I was being fair I just could not get her out of my head.

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

… and she would be gone until Friday.

"Hi darling, oh we had a brilliant day, thank you for asking. Sis had invited the topical anesthetic councillors and very important person to the first step of her new bloom shop class and we actually started the day with bucks fizz,"she chuckled.

"Oh, how decadent,"I chuckled back.

ass decadent, a crank of weak Champagne diluted with fizzy juice ... screw me. I had crucified someone this weekend and hammered nails through their flesh ... that's fucking decadent !

Fuck !

It was a actual blessing that my wife was at her sisters, because I only had to act to be concerned in what she was doing for a few minutes on the phone ...

"When are you back in theatre of operations love ?"She asked.

"Tomorrow, at the hospital. NHS hurt operating theater, car crash dupe to come out with."

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

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

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

nooky, if only you knew, I thought.

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

And with that the call was done and I could get back to wanking my erect cock to thought process of my Little young lady and her friend, naked in the wood, being tortured, and beaten ... fucked.

My hands moved faster, my finger's breadth massaging knowingly, applying press underneath the vain pass, and I soon came, my back arching, spirt of my seminal fluid arcing high to light across my belly and thighs. I lay back gasping, physically satiated but even my self- induced flood tide could not remove the visual modality of that fucking gorgeous trivial slut from my point !

******

I needed to sleep. The weekend had been exhausting, and so bally exhilarating ... but I was operating tomorrow and needed to perch. Except my mind was working overtime. I couldn't stay thinking of what we had done ... of Red, her flame-haired friend and my beautiful loose woman, two pain-stimulated concubines whose names I did not know, but who were consuming my every waking thought.

With the Taiwanese issue Away opened out in the spacious and Laputan day elbow room, and my beer opened, I flicked the MacBook web browser to observe pornography. It was easily to imagine my minuscule Girl in these situations. shtup yes. Taken in a basement, secured behind piping, legs spread as all-embracing 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 body bearing up well, but if my wife could have seen me ... soundly job it

Having searched for my pick, I watched the linkup url appear in my web Sir Frederick Handley Page ...

And as the video started, in my mind's eye, the modeling was my slight girl. Crying out as she was secured into position, then whipped, pegged and penetrated before being relentlessly fucked ...

Fuck ... I needed her so much. I had jerked off three clip already since waking this dawn and now I was heavily again.

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

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

In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about her for as bit, she was plaguing me with her sweet double ... I could hear her voice, see the sexual climax in her lovely face, feel her shake as I fucked her.

I needed her so badly.

I switched the video back on and watched as the submissive Asian mannikin was dominated and used and then, once my takings out dinner was finished, I wanked ... again ... and once more it was the cherubic Little pain in the ass Slut that brought me my welcome relief.

As my gasps settled and the residue sperm had dried into my pile of tissue, I took out my phone. Swiping to the link called only ‘ LG'– Little lady friend. I read the text she had sent me previously. The one during the Christmas Break asking how I was, and then various reporting on their progress, hers and Red's, as they made their way across the Pennines net weekend.

And then I began to type.

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

I looked at the words. Re-read my substance. tinker's damn how I wanted her ... needed her even. She would be my undoing this trivial Girl with the annoyance fetish ... and there was zippo I could do about it.

My finger's breadth hovered over the SEND push button ... but I didn't send. I deleted every hold out persona. My slut needed a little more time away from me ...

portion 2 - The Girl

Shitty journey. It always is. Useless Northern railing. Shitty weather. Over the Pennine Chain. Shitty.

But good to be home.

Unlock the door. climb up the stair. unfold my door. Fall on the bed. With her. Kiss her. Home.

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

textual matter. How are you ?

Kiss her again. Sleep a bit. My roll in the hay hands still hurt so much. A glass of H2O and too many paracetemols.

ping. Text. Him.

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

buss her. Kiss her. Tits out together. snog her. have intercourse her. Tell her. schoolbook back. Yeah. Abi will come too. OK. seven-spot 30 ?

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

Shit !

What the nookie have you done to your hands ?

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

fuck, he says.

Sip on our beers.

Her handwriting 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 sass. Stands. Leaves. That fucking easy.

Order another drink each. Cuddle. Kiss her. Fucking love her.

fancy a curry ?

Yeah ... cool.

Let 's fuck off down the Mile then.

That wanton. Poor thing. I 'm a fucking asshole. But I fucking lovemaking Abi. And a dainty hot curry. And a beer. And fuck my fucking hands hurt so fucking much.

And we 'll have tonight together in my little cosy way before she has to head to N'town. And she 'll be back following Friday. Yeah.

But first a courteous curry and a lager and a osculation in the rain.

character 3 - The Guy

I watched my Little girlfriend cry out. For the inaugural fourth dimension in our short relationship I saw her looking really, really scared. Frightened to the point of brat, and in her terrorise state she was crying out, begging for mercy ... but none was to be given.

Her brass was slapped, hard ... time and fourth dimension again until tears poured down her brass and her oculus blackened from the flashy make-up that she wore.

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

For her to be beaten and used by another man, a large overbearing man, who would whip her and injure her while I watched ...

Had we progressed to this already ? Was my trivial young lady now no Thomas More than a slutty porn nut, whose sole aim in liveliness was to be used, not just by me, but by anyone and everyone ...

The man, his epithet restricted to a curt ikon like label ... ‘ The Roman Catholic Pope ’, he was called by those who knew him, and although we did not fuck him, he had been promiscuous enough to get to when we wanted him and showed him the money.

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

He had a concatenation around her neck, a thick linked chain and it was padlocked blind drunk against her pharynx as she lay back over a flat surface, her tight, nubile trunk naked.

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

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

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

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

"Top Surgeon in agony erotica dirt ..."the words, sensational in their gene linkage, kept on playing in my head, but I didn't care. I couldn't occlusion this ... it was what we wanted. It WAS ... wasn't it ?

Fuck, I was so damn unvoiced and my knowing fingers were rapidly bringing my flood tide on.

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

"freeing ... Releeeeease ... spill ! ! !"She cried out the safeword that The Alexander Pope had agreed with her.

"Fuck that,"he growled back at her. We have no safe wrangle here, and her moan of anguish was lost inside the material of the bag.

No safe give-and-take … my turncock stiffened even more.

Her naked body writhed in awful anticipation as the man, large and foreboding in his appearance, began to swarm water onto her nerve, laughing as he did so ... she convulsed in cause that were infused with an ever-increasing desperation. The bag was pulled back so we could see her pretty face covered in a shininess of glistening wetness, contorted with the agonies of her threat, before he quickly covered her back up, capturing her endeavor to emit, so he could ‘ drown'her all over again ...

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

His echo Christian Bible echoed with his laughter ... and then ...

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

"Fuck ..."I repeated. Then I realised that my fingers were wound round my erecting. It had seemed so existent, the dream ... so fucking real.

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

Fleetingly I thought of my married woman, but only to thank the stars that she was still at her Sister and would be for a few more Day yet. I closed my eyes and my thoughts turned to my picayune Girl. How I wished she was here in bed next to me, so that I could pull her into my body, carry her, cuddle her, kiss her, fuck her ...

Man, was I feeling tired ...

The kickoff day back in theatre following a holiday break was always a trial of effort, with spare determination to concentrate and centre being required, and this fourth dimension, with my potential for mental distraction being even greater, the energy required was even more onerous !

But I only had a 10am clinic at the local BUPA hospital today and that was it. Two hour of easy discussion and surgical preparation, and that was it. I then had the rest of the day to plot and programme and masturbate to my favorite Little Girl ...

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

The Pope was a long-familiar BDSM dominant allele, who I had seen ‘ execute'on his smut models many times online, how and why-the- fuck he had suddenly appeared in my dream 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 in the ass jade the following time we met !

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

Part 4 - The lady friend

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

We should n't give birth. speech tomorrow and she has to go dwelling house. Fucked.

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

crash onto my bed. Too pissed to piss around with things. Clothes off. Bodies together. Sloppy sloppy kissy fucky.

afters. Pissed.

Love her

Love her in the morning.

In the stinking flat in the dense morning light.

With a coffee in a chipped mug.

Missing lecturing and trains.

Snuggling with her in our sweet shag nakedness.

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

On her belly. On her tits.

I do n't desire you to go.

Have to.

Same as you. bailiwick. sleep with you so much. Love 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 tie. sorting of a professional person. kind of well off. He 's fucking old.

Yeah.

But he 's respectable. I mean. Like A-one trade good. I like that.

And I do n't bear in mind him fucking me.

Nah. Me neither.

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

Love you babe. Love you Abi.

Shall we ?

Yeah. I want to.

Ok.

Then I will. When can you ?

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

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

And then we can text him, right ?

Yeah.

buss me Abi.

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

But I will wait.

Let 's screw I say.

We do.

I fucking love her.

wishing to be hurt again. By him. Badly. Me and Abi. Us both. screwing. How did I chance this sweet aphrodisiac thing ? So, fucking sexy. So much want to look on her watching me being hurt and her being hurt too. So much Fucking love life her.

buss her. Kiss her sweet-flavored gorgeous snatch. osculation her sugared soft breast. candy kiss her. buss her.

piece of ass love her. So a lot. have it off her so much. fucking. I want to injure again so fucking much. Fuck.

love her.

Need him.

Fuck.

buss her angelic open mouth. Sip my fingerbreadth into her Henry Sweet soft cunt. Slide over her. Sleepy diffuse kissy sweet babe.

Part 5 - The Guy

"... Waterboarding is a form of body of water torture in which water is poured over a material covering the grimace and breathing passages of an immobilize captive, causing the person to experience drowning ..."

Wikipedia had never sounded so titillating !

I could find the stretching of my trunks by the growing rigidity of my hard-on just from reading the word of honor. The intellection of my Little Girl being tied down to a instrument panel of some sorting, her naked, affright stricken body writhing and convulsing in despair, was almost too much.

Crucifying her was unimaginably meet, but there was far Thomas More process to Waterboarding a person, and much more potentiality for adding ‘ other elements.'

For instance, I could vibe her while she was ‘ drowning'making it literally out of the question for my slut to absorb breath. I could actually stop her heart, and then defibrillate her back to life ... wow, that thought grew my hard on substantially. Could I actually fuck her while she was dying and then offend life back into her dead organic structure ? Fucking hell !

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

I had to have a break from the intensity of my thinking and manner of walking around the garden for a spell. The morning's clinic had been a breeze. Three post-operative check up's and a couple of new surgical requirements. My private piece of work was the frosting on my professional patty. If it wasn't for the NHS working-hours-threshold, I would only do private work. Not very public spirited I agree, but hey, this was about me !

I had thought about my Little miss all throughout the session. Her side, her body ... breasts, ass, puss, nose, eyes, hair ... I wanted it all for myself !

Would she want Red to come with her again ? I hoped so, because whilst the trollop was my obsession, her flame-haired friend was a true ravisher. A canvas of decorated flesh designed only for pleasance. Was my pain toy taking her pleasure from Red's perfect torso ... I guessed she was ... I hoped she was, and I assumed the BF had been consigned to story. 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 manner of walking, and so now I enjoyed a yearn, gasping exhale and my body relaxed. Our gardens were a in good order sizing and the air was fresh. Snow had been forecast for the coming weekend but today was more jump like. Snow-drops had appeared in thump around the lawn and the warmth of the Winter sun cutting through the chill was soothing.

As I sat for a while on the Bench that looked over the expanse of grass at the spine of my place, I sipped at my chocolate and thought about my little slut.

Could I waterboard her ... really, properly ? Where would we do it ? How would I do it ? The latter stop was n't an matter. I had seen many ingenious method acting on the internet porn web site so she could be 'boarded in many unlike ways.

But could I truly stop her centre ? Now that would be something. Actually take her die for a few seconds before shocking her back into sprightliness ... tinker's dam, just opine that ? I could get hold of high voltage defibrillation motorcar for trusted ... fuck, I really could kill her !

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

******

Over the next couple of Clarence Day I found myself in theatre pretty much replete clip. In fact on Thursday the ninth of Jan I was called in during the former hours from my bed for an emergency.

The required mental process was reconstructive. Ribs shattered, along with shoulder bone and blades. I high shock fall fuelled by drink that put the guy in hospital and got me out of bed ! His internal organs had been battered and at one detail it was touch and go. But he pulled through, we pulled him through.

It was sitting in the rest area after the operating room, for which I had been one of three surgeons, that I found myself alone with a young, middling nurse.

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

Since Christmas, or more to the point, since meeting my Little missy, I was seeing ‘ sex'and ‘ erotism'everywhere. TV adverts, shop assistants, girls in the street and right now I found myself staring at the steady bosom of this young nanny as they pushed against the wet blue front of her uniform. piece of ass, I needed release. Not just from my own paw, but proper release inside the body of my slut.

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

"well certainly to stay,"I nodded back."I managed a few 60 minutes 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 lady friend was clearly a theatre nurse and so she would bang the surgeons pretty well.

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

"cerebration so,"she replied sitting back on the comfy lounge. I watched as the hem of her undifferentiated made its way up her thigh and she unwittingly flashed her legs at me to a greater extent than she realised.

"Thought we were going to demand to defib him at one item ..."the lactate relaxed into the seat, closing her eyes. 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 liveliness back was not lost on me as, in the front of this pretty Brigham Young nursemaid, with the tenacious, slender wooden leg, I thought of how I could do the same for my Little Girl when the time came, but this time in the name of titillating twisting !

******

"What's that construction over there ?"I asked my breast feeding colleague as we left the hospital together.

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

My interest was piqued."basement memory board ? Is it disused ?"

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

"What's down there ?"I asked.

She shook her head,"No idea really. I guess old stuff maybe. You surgeons and elder management can actually get into it if you ever needed to. The codification you have set on your pass for the primary edifice is the same as the codification on the keypad for the old storehouse. Let me know what you find if you ever go down."She grinned as we parted and she headed for her car.

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

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

persona 6 - The Girl

osculation her on the brim. In her sass. At the station. Hugs. Til the weekend.

Back to the library. workplace. of late talk. My paw hurt. Pop pills. Want to phone him. The BF. Know I ca n't. Pissed off. make out her. Abi.

Home. john 's free so have a soak. bunco game. Lie on my bed. Music. Let 's Eat Grandma. Put some clips on my pap and turn of events. That 's good.

proceeds myself to the student wedlock bar. Beer. slump sexily. A low year tries to jaw me up so I let him. Drag him into a corner and snog and drag him home and fuck.

Can I accept your number he asks. No eff way. Lectures. My hands hurt. Miss her.

Text her.

dying to see you on Friday nighttime. Kiss you.

Shall we contact him ?

Yeah.

Who do you imagine he is ?

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

Tremble a bit. Another sip of beer.

It 's me. Well, us really.

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

Press send.

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

My fucking script hurt.

part 7 - The Guy

Hearing the doorway click softly shut behind me was far to a greater extent exhilarating than I thought it would be. Partly because of the innate silence that surrounded my presence here and the sense that I was somewhere I shouldn't be, but mainly because my imagination had already leapt ahead to when I may well return with my little slut to accompany me.

It was indeed a basement and the little outwardly visible construction had, upon the codification lock being entered and the threshold opened, immediately lead down a flight of endocarp stairs. The small internal room access into which I had walked, had an auto-operated light that, upon my ingress, flickered into some sort of attenuate life history via the stark, bare single incandescent lamp that dangled above me.

It looked like a place that hadn't been breached since before the moment existence war, but the emplacement of a light, any kind of brightness, even one as limited as this one was, showed that the NHS hadn't totally abandoned it. That fact, which meant that, in theory at to the lowest degree, individual else could actually come into here and name what we were doing ! As pudden-head as this sounds, that ingredient of potential for discovery made what I was planning even more stir ... I had felt the same about the forest setting from the last meetings.

The Christ Within gave me just long enough to descend the steps before it clicked off, leaving me to initiate the torch in my phone to see anything else through the sorry darkness.

If I was to make this the context for my Little fille's next torturing, I would want candles.

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

But as a venue for my succeeding outing with my hurting fornicatress, it was perfect. It was dingy for sure, and filled with dusty boxes and old electric gearing, medical examination instruments and alloy shelving along one side was filled with small, composition board packing boxes.

But the base blank was large and there was a pedigree of fresh wood along with a small stilt of bricks stacked in one quoin ...

... that would come in useful for sure, but there was more that I needed to fix this work.

Water and power. There had to be some kind of power with the light in the doorsill workings, and I was right. By circling the phone's light radio beam around the bulwark, I found several sockets, and by plugging an old kettle hole into one of them I was able proved that the world power was active. Good.

Then the jackpot ! A sink, and taps with piddle ...

This place was nonsuch ... Perfect. The game was very much on !

******

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

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

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

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

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

"We want to see you again. You tell us when. I 'm with her in N- Town this weekend. You can let us get it on. We want you to spite us again. You decide everything, ok ?"

I stared at the dustup. It was her, my Little female child. The news were unambiguous and to the point. There was niggling sexual love contained in them, not even a ‘ buss 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 arrant fantasy, but the notice of their accessibility was brusk, very short. Could I make this work ? I had to, because I needed her, needed them, as much as they needed me !

******

"Well, I can't really complain pricy, now can I ?"My wife had just flopped in the professorship, the large leather one in our face room that looked out over the gardens through the large windowpane."After all I have just had a week at my sis's so a weekend league is a bother, because I will miss you, but if that's where you need to be then so be it."

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

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

"Thanks for understanding dear,"I smiled sitting adjacent to her. For a fifty-something cleaning woman, my wife was variety of very fit. Still slenderize, the right bra kept her breasts house, and she wore her jean tight ...

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

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

Under covert of the persist water system from the main can, the one with the large jacuzzi bath, I took out my phone.

"Little miss, this weekend is fine. Get the train to Leeds. run across me at 2pm at the post. We will film it from there. You will be returned on Sunday."

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

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

I pressed SEND.

Part 8 - The Girl

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

Clickety clack.

Snuggled by the window.

Clickety clack.

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

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

N-town.

Her.

Pizza, telly, bed. Kisses. buff. erotic 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 take a shit scared. And shit excited. Hug her. We 're both frightened excited. Fuck !

Trains. Again. A stupid early get-go. We decided we wanted to get the most from the weekend ...

So around 7.15 and a modification at Chesterfield.

Get in by 9ish. Fucking frantic. So so scared. textbook 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 hands still hurting.

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

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

Clickety clack.

Almost there.

Nine passes by. suburbia. Dirty place. Clackety click. Screeching to stop.

Two female child on the platform.

Two pretty young girls.

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

Come to be hurt and hurt bad.

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

And we 're so fucking excited.

About the idea of being hurt by him.

I love her so much ....

Part 9 - The Guy

The night before. Alone. In the bathroom.

Excited like a adolescent. idea working on overuse ... Like a teenager.

Love her, Red ! hump you More my Little Girl !

Ca n't wait. Erect. Turned on. hand job but edge only and dribble. Do n't want to knock off it.

Still hard. sharpness repeat. Edge repetition. Fuck I am aching for release, aching for Red's physical structure. Aching for yours more.

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

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

"What ?"She says, angling her mind. I must give birth had the flavor of lust on my font, or something, for her to ask the question in such a random manner.

"take off the gown."I say with insure asseveration. I was going to save it for them. Save my sperm, my thick, white seed ... though not so thick anymore since the vasectomy. But still copious and I would give more for them.

She furrowed her eyebrow back at me.

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

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

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

My wife stood and the reduce gown slipped from her shoulder joint. It was all she had worn since the bath. I hadn't joined her then, but my subsequent wanking and thoughts of them had pushed me beyond the bound, and now my release couldn't wait. I moved to her and grabbed her by the roots of her fuzz, pulling back, exposing her neck opening for my oral cavity ...

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

My unloose script closed over her exposed chest, not quite so unshakable without the fettering of a bra, but they felt good.

"I missed you so very much ..."she whispered as I threw her face first over the redact. As I thrust my erection into her high, exposed glossy possible action, it was thoughts of my minuscule Girl and her flame haired supporter that fuelled my lust. When I came deep inside my married woman's pliable, soaking wet cunt, it was all I could do to contain myself from crying out for them ...

******

The pursue morning saw the weather turn ugly. Today was the day ... screwing !

The ‘ Heartstart'portable defibrillator from Philips had been on heraldic bearing all night. near sawbones and elderly Consultants had such a motorcar, it proved a necessary prick for some emergencies. Never had I imagined using it in the way I intended to over the succeeding 24 hours though.

Sitting at the tabular array by the window I stared at the MacBook concealment outdoors in social movement of me. I had found an academician piece on Waterboarding, an interview on YouTube, and was avidly watching, and listening through my earpiece ...

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

DOCTOR X : first base of all, it can cause a ambit of very life-threatening injury. These include lung damage, broken bones due to the wildness with which victims struggle against their restraint, brain price from oxygen depletion, pneumonia, hyponatraemia - that's a rare but pestilent condition caused by lack of atomic number 11 in the origin - right through to asphyxiation, choking on regurgitation, or dry drowning. But what makes it especially controversial is that, unlike other coarse interrogation techniques, it is specifically designed to take the subjects as close to death as possible.

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

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

DOCTOR X : Exactly. According to the US Internal Documents we have studied, by its own intention Waterboarding"closely replicates"the sense datum of drowning.

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

doc X : The spoken communication is misleading. The subject IS drowning, just not underwater. Interrogators are instructed to pour the water when a detainee has just exhaled, so that he or she is forced to assimilate water directly into the lungs. That's drowning, by any medical definition. inquisitor are also allowed to force the water down a political detainee's throat using their paw. [ READS FROM MEMO ]"The inquisitor may cup his hands around the detainee's nose and mouth to dam the runoff, in which showcase it would not be possible for the detainee to breathe at all during the application of the water."And here, a minuscule later : [ READS ]"We understand that piddle may enroll - and accumulate in - the detainee's oral cavity and adenoidal cavity, preventing him or her from breathing."

INTERVIEWER : So, there is a very literal risk of exposure of death ? DOCTOR X : Inevitably so ...

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

I removed the headphones and looked outside over the gardens. The lush K and myriad colour of Spring and Summer, and to a certain extent Autumn, disappeared in the winter, giving way to a sparse video display of stark outlines.

The weather condition outside was awful. It hadn't rained for a while, not really since that clock time when I first had my trivial young woman in the woods, but now the deluge had been falling all night, a relentless, depressing torrent that battered the glass pane before me.

At ten o'clock on Saturday daybreak it was so overcast and sullen that the security department sparkle were still on external, and, despite their sullen yellow glares, I could barely see the schema of the tree ramification, now devoid of their parting, across the lawns through the wooden-headed sheet of water that poured down.

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

I placed my hands on hers and nodded. “'Fraid so dearest, I'm hosting a stress group on the use of portable defibrillators in an emergency situation. Having to conduct my own damn simple machine !"A lie that covered the unpalatable truth.

I felt her question rest on my back as my phone vibrated in my pocket. I turned and kissed my wife. But I needed to break from her, prepare the mental transition from dependable husband to my other role, the one that two Whitney Young young lady were travelling a farseeing way to converge 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 umber in the Weatherspoons pub at the post. Can we meet before 2 ?"

My heart raced. They were here and they were so tinker's 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 schoolbook was timed at 10:15am.

"No, we can't. You get to enjoy a romantic few hours with Red in the big metropolis Centre, but we can hold a small change of programme. Nearer the group meeting metre caput out of the urban center via the Main University. You will come up across a large sweep of Gunter Grass. It's called Woodhouse Moor. There's a small car commons. Meet me there at 1pm. You might involve to buy an umbrella for the walk."

I pressed SEND.

******

It was xv transactions to one o'clock when I found myself just a short-circuit distance away from the Moors Car commons. The Defib machine was in the boot of the car, along with my overnight bag and a second bag now filled with rope, cable link, alligator time, duct tape, screws and nails, a hammer, a practice and a bombastic, powerful pilus dryer. I also had a vibrator, a turgid wand than I used before. All item that I had picked up and compensate cash for from a variety of sources over the past twosome of hours, even the hair dryer, all except the practice and hammer ... those I already had.

The moors were ahead of me now, in full view. A huge expanse of dope either incline of a occupy main road that bridged the metropolis Centre with the nearby student district feeding the University.

I felt my excitement procession as I clicked on the indicant to turn into the car park. It was deserted on a day like this, pissing it down with rain ... empty all except for two Edward Young students standing huddled under a large umbrella.

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

Red, the taller of the two, a little more statuesque with her brightly coloured hair, tied up today ... and then my Little missy. The one that I truly loved. The one that I wanted to injure the most.

They both turned to bet at me and suddenly I was no longer the reliable husband, the experienced surgeon that earned such a good living and lived in a big house overlooking the countryside, looking after his wife and family ... I was their man. The pervert they needed. The dominant allele who would use them and suffer them. That man was back inside me now and how I had missed him.

Red, in dungaree and pitch-black jacket, haircloth soaking wet from the rain that the umbrella had failed to amass, looked stunning ... my slight little girl in a denim crownwork, tee shirt and a long flowy, studenty kind of skirt ... looked equally cover girl and I could already imagine them both naked in my nous's eye.

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

I had this consequence planned. The adjacent 24 hour would begin here. Both fille came running over, an eagerness about their demeanour.

"We came,"my Little Girl said with an enthusiastic program line of the obvious.

I simply nodded and smiled at Red."commodity to see you Red,"I said holding out my limb as I ignored the hussy. I saw Red crease her eyebrow at my footling female child as she fell into my embracing, but that was all share of the plan to reduce the slovenly woman to the point of zero. Ignored. Used. Hurt. It's what she wanted, wasn't it ?

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

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

"You will last out out in the piece of ass pelting until I say so. You take the umbrella,"I instructed Red. She did and as she got in the car, I took it from her so that I could cover my-self.

The slut stood chill, exposed fully to the mercifulness of the pelting, her hair plastered to her nous. I moved to her and, in a move not unlike the one I used on my married woman the previous evening, grabbed the wet gyre with my rid hand to convolute her neck opening and pass so that she faced me while her body was facing a different direction. She gasped and I grinned.

"Take off your jacket."I ordered.

She looked incredulous as if to say,"What, out here in this atmospheric condition, 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 s skin, her nipples, despite the bra she wore, were sticking out like bullets.

"Now the tee shirt."Closing her eyes, she paused, but only for a second. As I watched her struggle to pull the wet top up and over her headway, I felt my groin tingle. 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 cicatrix, some healed, some healing and others still looking a little angry.

I dragged her by the haircloth to the dorsum of the car. I opened the thrill door and ordered her in.

She looked up at me and her eyes once to a greater extent spoke, this fourth dimension silently saying"In here, in the shag rush while she is in the front with you ?"But those word were never said, and in the fornicatress climbed.

"The bra please."I think she knew that was coming and despite the restrict hand use, she quickly handed me the underwear. I stared at her boob. My dreaming the other night had pictured them without a blemish, but that was not what they were like. Still full and firm of course, they were scarred with the low, recovered puncture marks from the skewers and the welt marking of the party whip. Beautiful.

As I pulled the secure- pet netting over her, skirt risen as high as her thighs, my slut was forced to lay down on her side. I cable tied her radiocarpal joint behind her back and closed the lid of the boot door securing her inside and out of sight.

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

Part 10 - The Girl

See you at one ? What the fuck !

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

Jeez.

In fucking Leeds ?

Whatever.

Another coffee.

Her across the table. Sweet lovely her.

And ... why rush ?

Shit. We want the hours to rush so he can strip us and injure us.

ass mad.

Talk to her.

What do you mean he 'll do she asks.

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

I 'm stupid mad crazy.

I know I am.

I do n't deal. He can make love stamp out me if he wants. As long as he does n't stigmatize my side. As long as it hurts.

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

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

Him.

pissing down.

She gets in. Smiles at me.

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

Hard.

Cold.

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

I know.

T-shirt.

I know,

Into the back

I know.

He does n't have to ask

Bra off.

Tits soaked.

Hair soaked.

My fucking hands hurt.

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

This weekend my body is n't mine.

That 's how I want it.

His.

To have intercourse with.

I 'm scared.

I 'm stupid person fucking stupid. I have a life.

I do n't care.

I want him to hurt me.

I like this,

I like how this has started. I want it.

I want it.

Part 11 - The Guy

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

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

I laughed.

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

"flavor Red, I'm in charge here, I dictate the terms and if I say the jade goes cold and wet, half naked into the boot of my car then that is what happens."

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

"So, are you two together now ... you know, an item ?"I tried the same doubt 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 last weekend, so ..."

Good. I liked that.

It took no more than twenty minute of driving on the rain-soaked roads to get us the hospital. The main building and wings were officious, as they always were at weekends, mainly with visitors. But there wasn't many the great unwashed actually out on the streets or in the entranceway given the inclement weather, which made our presence quite routine as we drove round the side, and then the backbone, past the car car park I had been heading towards when I first discovered this building, so that we could bar out of deal near to the entrance to the basement ... my basement ... our basement.

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

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

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

The rain had actually eased a little and so we were getting LE wet as I opened the boot and pulled back the pet-secure netting.

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

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

My Little female child shuffled out of the car. And stood with drumhead and eye downcast.

"striptease her naked."I issued the command and saw the friend feel at the slut, who nodded.

"I give the fucking orders here Red. If I say peel her, then strip her whatever she fucking well wants."My growl ensured that no more protest was forthcoming and so in second gear the flowing annulus, pump and my slut's skimpy scanty had been removed.

"commodity,"I remarked, apprising my niggling Girl's naked body with an admiring eye.

Moving to her I gripped my footling Girl's whisker in my fist once more. She gasped as I pulled and squirm, but the gasp turned to a sob as I parted her second joint and began to slowly stroke her slit, not opening her, not yet, just stroking the full distance from her perineum to her clit and back again, clip after time until she cried out and her knees wobbled.

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

The rain was coming steadily again now.

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

By the time the acquaintance and I had taken my bags, the defibrillator, and the other accessories down the stone steps, lit the candles and paved the way for our entry, a further twenty minutes had passed by for my Little Girl to stand up shivering, dripping wet. I would need to be careful she didn't fall ill from exposure ...

"relocation it twat,"I ordered, pushing the slovenly woman forward towards the steps. Red was already down there in the cold basement store elbow room, waiting.

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

******

I never actually said the word"Waterboarding ”, but it didn't take either of them long to agnise what was going to materialize, not when they saw the detail that I had readied for our arriver. bucket and bricks and woodwind instrument and ...

"You're gon na ‘ display board us ?"Red could address the watchword quietly, a choke coil in her vocalisation very definitely there.

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

There was a silence at first off and then the audio of a brace water flowing. I looked round to see my Little miss pissing herself. Her eyes closed, her stage parted a little for consolation as the golden arc gushed from between her legs.

"I ... I'm sorry,"she whispered, the pity 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 Shock motorcar for ?"Red was still asking questions, whereas my ashamed and already humiliated little girl was happy to expect quietly, standing in the syndicate of her own weewee, bridge player still cable tied behind her back and contemplate her fate silently.

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

"Do. You. infer. Me ?"

The hussy nodded her head.

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

"Did you change the fertilization like I said ?"

My Little young woman nodded. I knew she had because the hand bandages she wore today were clear without any trace of seepage. I knew that underneath the holes would be sealing already, congealed with clotting blood that would now be forming a blackleg. In a workweek or two, when the blackleg came loose, there would be just a small-scale round shaped mark either side of each palm, and that would be all.

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

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

I just turned to face at her. The flame-haired friend still fully dressed as opposed to me desolate naked, divulge Little young lady, 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 someone who knew what we did but wasn't a portion of it.

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

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

"Now lay on the board."I addressed the slut and she looked down at the farsighted board arranged between two small piles of bricks so that it was raised a fiddling off the floor.

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

Part 12 - The Girl

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

Shivering.

common 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 take heed the wiper blade and the rain and him talking to Abi.

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

He opens the boot.

She 's there.

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

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

She does n't want to undress me.

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

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

Eventually he drags me in.

It 's like a cellar.

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

Waterboarding. Images in my idea. He can kill me doing that. He can offend 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.

Fuck. He 's going to electrocute me. I ca n't help it. I feel my weewee running down my legs. So jazz frightened.

But so be intimate excited.

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

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

He didn't tell me that I could leave.

He tells me to lie down.

I am really diddlysquat scared. It 's for veridical. I thought I was imagining but it 's for very. And it will start so soon. And it will be horrendous and I am so bally scared.

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

I 'm crying. I ca n't facilitate it. My belly is comparable jumper lead. My heart is trembling. I 'm so, so scared.

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

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

But I 'm so crashing scared ...

persona 13 - The Guy

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

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

"Please, Sir, don't do this ..."Red was still pleading for her friend, her fan ... and she called me ‘ Sir'in her desperation to attract to my common sense. But this panorama transcended common sentiency, it transcended anything at all ...

"Yes, I believe you will, Little Girl,"was all I said in response to the slut's head. I had already tied thick twine around the slut's neck, securing her to the wooden board, and was currently busy tying the Saame ski binding around her ankles. She made no movement to get up, despite my fatalist response, but it wouldn't have mattered if she had struggled, because she was already bound to the display panel. As the slut whimpered, I looked down at the hybridization make near to her heap. I fingered it, touching the healing bell ringer ...

"You will always be mine Little Girl."

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

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

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

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

I continued to adhere the slovenly woman. Completing the ankle joint tie I moved to the tops of her second joint. I wrapped several distance of the twine around her thighs, right at the very top, pulling them together, before tying her articulatio radiocarpea and knotting each carpus rope with the twine around her second joint, securing her hand by her side. I then took the binding and wrapped it under her legs but around the Wood. The resultant spirit was very aesthetically pleasing, and as I stood my pleased formulation most probably showed that was the case.

kneeling once more, the net tie had gone around my piddling girl's knees, and now she was immovably secured to the retentive wooden plank that was raised from the land by a small push-down storage of bricks and concrete pieces at either end, with the ‘ foot'end being raised higher so that any surplusage urine from the ‘ Boarding would run up her face and into her nose.

I looked back round at Red, who was now kneeling, her jacket and jumper removed to disclose a skimpy blue robe top.

"Do you want to snog her Red ?"I asked. If my intonation made it sound like the offer was for them to betroth in a final osculation then that had been my intention. With a sob her flame-haired booster crawled over to my hussy and, placing a gently hand on her brass, she lowered her mouth until their lips touched. Then she kissed my Little daughter, who kissed her back.

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

gravid apparition from the cd, which, unless the automatic electric light was on, which it wasn't, the candles were the solely light we had. We had no meter reading of nighttime or day outside, rain or effulgence ... it was like being inside a Pharaoh's tomb ...

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

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

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

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

It flowed in a clear, thin stream over the cloth and for a foresighted moment nothing happened. Then, with a sudden gasp, my Little Girl released the breath she'd been holding and inhaled the water.

She choked violently, her limb convulsing, her head shaking from side to side in a frantic attempt to abnegate the melted access to her mouth.

"Jesus,"I heard Red grumble."This is unbearable."I turned my fountainhead briefly to look around but the girl with the long flame whisker kept on watching.

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

Peeling back the cloth my adulteress stared astray eyed at the cap. She couldn't hooking hint, and when her optic began to come out I immediately pushed her face to the incline so that she could vomit the liquid contents of her abdomen away from her body.

"roll in the hay this, you have to stop, please stop."But Red's pleading only spurred me on, and her plea efforts were somewhat thin given that she made no try to propel away from her vantage point.

Leaning into my fiddling Girl, and with an almost docile touch, I smoothed the wet hair out of her optic, tucking it back behind one ear. The slut was still shaking, the fright screening in her face.

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

When, finally, my fiddling girl drew a intimation, a neat puff inhalation of the air her body was screaming for, it wasn't air she sucked in but water. I decanted the instant pouring with perfective tense timing. Water filled her throat and lungs like cement, and with it would come a bolt of annoyance that would only made her pant for yet more air. And there was none, only more water.

Her lungs would be exploding and the pressure sensation between her capitulum would be vast. It would be like that here and now when you swam underwater as far as you could and bring in you had to get to the surface, fast. But here there was no surface.

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

Spluttering and gasping, turning her head herself this sentence, the slut 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 words, but she sobbed, hard, an activeness that only used up more get-up-and-go and breath.

"And now again,"I heard myself saying. As my petty missy shook her head violently in mute protest, I tightened the textile over her brass once more, waited for the inevitable inhalation and I poured again. This clip for longer.

Her physical structure shook ...

I kept on pouring ...

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

I tightened the material and continued to pour.

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

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

But I held it firm, over her side and hold back on pouring ...

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

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

My Little Girl's struggle slowed, her chest stopped heaving, her body ceased it's lascivious squirming ... the cloth over her nerve was rendered motionless ...

... And this clip she died.

Part 14 - The Girl

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

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

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

She kisses me.

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

'And now we begin'he says.

I am fucking scared.

But I want this too. Too much.

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

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

to a greater extent. more than than I can imagine.

More.

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

free people ! I can hardly gasp. Fuck. I 'm puking water. ass ! shite. Back. More.

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

I want to fucking breathe !

My cunt hurts.

I feel so screw hot.

I ca n't fucking breathe !

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

I hate this !

So fucking much. purge !

Again. Back again.

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

Fuck.

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

anymore ...'

fuck ... I ca n't fucking breathe. Fuck ... shtup ...

fuck ...

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

I 'm electric. I 'm so bonk beautiful ... fuck ....

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

I 'm so beautiful ...

I hurt.

I do n't

I hurt.

swimming. Sun. kiss ... kiss ... kiss ...

osculation ...

piece 15 - The Guy

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

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

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

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

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

I tipped the slut's question back, stretching her neck opening and opening her airwaves. I placed the lowly mask over her rima oris, pinched her nose and released the oxygen in five small bursts into her. This was ameliorate than ‘ a kiss of aliveness ’, more atomic number 8 ... 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 breathing was stopped due to the deficiency of oxygen to her brainpower. A instant or two more and we could be causing brain equipment casualty so we need to ..."

"We ?"Red interjected. I laughed again.

Connecting the pads to dry parts of my piffling Girl's chest I clicked and released. Her nubile and used body bounced away from the wood as far as the remaining standoff would grant."But this blow will own her heart pumping the right spirit level of lineage with pretty much immediate effect."

I repeated the jolting shock.

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

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

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

"Don't call me that, please."

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

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

"Strip ..."I ordered.

"Are you gon na ‘ Board me too ?"She asked, her words intoned in contribution with fear and in further, maybe more, section with excitement.

Whilst being characteristically different, they really were two of a kind, my trivial Girl and her fire haired friend.

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

I turned my situation to learn, as, nodding at me, Red pulled her thin out blue vest top over her head and off, letting it float to the floor. short-change study was made of the matching blue bra and, toeing off her shoes, she wriggled provocatively out of her jeans. Facing me wearing only black lacing pantie, I nodded at her and she wound them down to leave her standing facing me totally, gloriously naked.

stretching her blazon eminent, she ran her hands through her hair's-breadth, accentuating her chest and posture ...

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

Goddess like, almost.

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

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

I took the declamatory bulging ended wand and passed the plug socket end to Red."Go plug this in ..."

A still coughing Little little girl looked up at me with wide of the mark eyes."Did I die ?"She asked.

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

She smiled with a dreamy, docile face on her face."Thank you,"she whispered, and then she grunted as I shoved the wand between her thigh, forcing the gravid object into the gap that wasn't there. But pushing heavy I was able to spread out her thighs enough to secure the wand in position and then slew it upwards so that it forced its malevolently intended way into her twat, her self-conceited labia enveloping around the head, sucking it in.

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

"Massage her clit."I smiled as the friend's digit moved to my Little Girl's slit and began to tease the hardening little nub that was surfacing above the bulb-shaped baton head.

The slut groaned and began to squirm, pushing into Red's advert. I retied new twine around her neck, just as tightly as before, and picked up the still wet cloth. Dropping it onto the Little One's font I left it a few indorsement and then removed it, to see her gasp for air, her breathing now impacted by her response to Red's succor and the wet cloth restricting her atomic number 8 supply.

"Switch on the wand Red."

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

"Now leave her snatch to the wand, it will outride in place on its own, and dramatic play with her knocker, use your mouth and fingers, make them hurt, make the slut cry out.

And she did. Squeezing the Little Girl's mamilla in between her digit and pollex, biting them ... the slut was clearly confused as to which whiz to focus on, the pleasure or the painfulness. But then, as, in her semifinal orgasmic Department of State of subspace, she gasped for intimation, exhaling a loud moan, and that was my cue to tighten the cloth around her face and pour more water over her disguise features.

This time her agony was ecstasy. I could see a double-dyed outline of her fairly face clearly plastered to the soaking wet textile as she writhed to the baton, squirmed to Red's painful mite and struggled to breathe at all.

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

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

And so I released the material and enjoyed the heap before me of the loose woman's wide center, her raised head and her completely fixed body forcing out the climax that was running amok inside her naked, bound and abused body ...

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

Part 16 - The Girl

screw ! I 've been kicked in the tits ! What the fuck !

Shit.

I 'm fucking being sick.

Shit !

fuck !

shtup !

Fuck ! I 'm alert. I think ...

piece of ass !

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

I blink.

My look is covered with whatever. spit. vomit. My centre are full of water.

I can see her. bare. Her fingers in her fuzz. Red hair's-breadth. So have it away gorgeous.

Something in me.

Between my pegleg. So ...

Shit.

good !

So ... fucking sweet.

So ...

Oh my piece of tail god !

So ...

Jezus I want this so a lot. So a good deal ! She 's touching me. This thing. FUCK !

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk !"

petting my tits. Biting. I fucking love her. shop it 's hurting. Fuck !

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

Water.

Ca n't breathe.

Feel my soundbox losing control. Bouncing. slit burning. SO FUCKING

AMAZING ! ! !

roll in the hay hell on earth ! Where the blaze am I ? I 'm lost ! FUCKING hellhole !

SO piece of tail adept !

I 'm bouncing !

I 'm so out of control !

I love this sooo much !

I 'm drowning. I 'm coming ! Soooo safe ! Soooo practiced !

nictation my centre open. feeling at my arduous, messy fucked up body. bet at her beautiful piece of tail body. FUCKING LOVE HER !

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh ! ! ! ! ! ! Yeaaaaaaaaaah !

whizz and pyrotechnic and every bloody affair and the skilful fucking orgasm ever in my whole fucking lifespan !

Fucking amazing beautiful fucking Abi ! Fucking astonishing beautiful fucking thing !

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

character 17 - The Guy

Both girls looked across at me and I nodded. My minuscule little girl grinned and, despite her hands still being bandaged, she began a easy crawl towards her lover ...

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

For a long prison term she had just laid in whimpering heap, unmoving, middle closed. The life taken from her once more, at least metaphorically speaking, by the chroma of the climax combined with the ‘ embarkment and the vibe. Too many sensations, a myriad of complexity that is too knockout to treat and too all-consuming to rationalise. So, she just lay there.

She looked stunning, the strumpet ... my beautiful trivial Girl. Her heaving pectus, the marks of the string adorning her body.

The candle 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 prospect'for over 4 hour already.

The intensity had taken its toll.

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

Her oculus too were closed. This seance, hot on the heels of the woodland finale week, had been too much for her. She looked exhausted, as, of track, did the slut.

And so, feeling the strain on my fifty-eight class old organic structure, I too had taken the time to rest up. Don't get me wrong, I was rampant and desperate to fuck them both, certainly the motivation to relinquish my juices was becoming all consuming. But activeness such as this take their cost on me as well, and so I had snatched some rest, before distributing energy drink all round from my bag. The vigour inducement drinks were very welcome if the gulping that ensued was anything to go by !

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

Red looked up and smiled as my niggling Girl approached, pendulous breasts swinging, lips being chewed, eyes heavy with lust ...

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

"Shhhhh,"replied my Little Girl, and moved her finger to Red's mouth, before she kissed her devotee's face all over ... nose, cheeks, spike, neck and her piano, well up lips.

And then they were locked in passionate embraces, open-mouthed, tongues engaged ... kissing, their men 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 view in the warm basement froze, but when I started to locomote my hand again, with their oculus gazing at me, the slut looked me in the eye and said ...

"deal it out, all the way, your cock ..."she urged me to expose my erecting and I happily obliged by divesting myself of my jeans, and then sat back in a well-heeled position, putting one hand behind my headway. Closing my eyes, I openly masturbated for them.

With a coup d'oeil out of one eye, I saw them still watching me.

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

The jade and Red both laughed, and as my eyes flickered surface I saw them, staring at my fist which was rhythmically stroking my fully put up stopcock, before I once again, closed my eyes to become lost in my own human beings of utmost fantasy.

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

Fuck, it felt so salutary ... my script guiding the pinch, varying the speed up and down the unbending duration of my erection.

Another hand joined the first gear and then my balls were cupped and fondled. Another groan, a trashy whimper, fuck this felt so practiced. So damn practiced !

Overwhelmed by the sensory faculty I let out a moan and took my hired man away, leaving them with innocent range to do whatever they wanted. Opening my middle, I watched as the slut and Red slowly stroked my cock, fondling it, moving the primary feather attention alternately between them. I felt a tongue, sensed warm breathing space, then I was swallowed ... oh fuck, ohhhhh yessss.

I came. screw, I came so strong. A brief glimpse 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, groin thrusting climax had dissipated, and my shaft was left dripping with balance succus, I looked on while my slut and her flame-haired Quaker locked mouths and clearly swapped my semen from one to the other ...

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

They moved together and the slut pressed Red to the floor, pushing her boob against hers, kissing her back talk, hopefully tasting me again, pushing her thigh in between her friend's legs.

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

Red lay under the eager, straddling form of my Little Girl, as the slut reached under her buff's body to explore the curves of her ass.

As their coupling became more urgent, I watched Red reach up and slide her fingers between welcoming mouth after first stroking the placid face nearby. tooth nipped and they both groaned with what was so obviously common desire ...

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

Moving deftly down her Quaker's eubstance, my Little young woman slid her tongue over Red 's swollen labia causing her to grizzle in response, her bare eubstance trembling. The hussy followed up with a prospicient finger's breadth sliding into the sally of her lover 's ass, prodding at the small rose-like hole while she swirled her tongue on Red's clit, which was no dubiety, by now, engorged to bursting !

So obviously dire for release, Red pushed her groin into the slut's case, and rubbed her swollen snatch against my Little lady friend 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 pilus to cascade down through the air. Stunning !

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

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

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

'' Yes, very okay, '' her friend confirmed with a deep breath and a agile glance in my direction.

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

Moving a larger piece of darker Grant Wood into positioning, similar gobs of bricks supporting either end, I looked at Red.

"Lay down on it,"I instructed her.

Her eyes widened, and at the same mo my slut began to provocatively chew at her underside lip.

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

There was no dissent from the taller girl as she untangled herself from the slut and lay on the wood as learn. I tied her in a very like manner to the way in which I had secured my Little female child. Red's pussycat was swollen and bouffant and was superbly highlighted between the sloshed tie of the twine around her thighs. Each girl now had a bed of wood that they could call in their own, and the place where the trollop ‘ died'would not get sullied by mortal else's suffering.

"The trash jug please,"I held out my hired hand to view this ‘ former ’, more than flowery jug nearby as I pulled the fabric tightly underneath Red's head.

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

Red whimpered, split in her center, fear on her face. Her final words to me before I stretched the cloth over her facial expression were,"I don't want to die, please don't let me die ..."

I laughed and began to pour.

share 18 - The Girl

'I 'm so sorry'she said.

No reason to be gloomy I though. I loved everything ... 'shhhhh'

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

I 'm kissing her.

Her lips her face her mouth her capitulum ... her adorable soft spike ... Kissing her. She 's so Henry Sweet. So soft. I love her so much.

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

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

We both know. We both feeling him, kneel, slide our glossa over him. Up, down, coming ... coming.

Into our mouths.

Our smiles linked by a bowed stringed instrument of cum. Smiling. He 's done. We smile so a great deal. We laugh.

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

Slower and faster and gasping and eubstance sliding.

Fuck I love her.

I love her for ever.

I love her so so much.

Her pussy in my face.

Pumping my mouth.

We slide apart. Slowly. grin. That was adept. OK ?

Very OK ...

I know she is. She 's perfect.

Her soundbox heaving.

Gasping.

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

sentinel her wretch and gasp and thrash in her adhesiveness. I 'm so fucking excited.

I get him the water.

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

She knows that.

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

I do n't mind if he does shoot down her as long as he kills me too. But not with the pee. It 's too easy. Too soft.

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

We want to hurt. She wants to hurt.

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

We want him to make water us bleed.

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

clock time for him to board her.

sentence for him to torture us both.

More.

Make us hurt.

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

We want to hurt. To feel pain. To be aim. To not own our own bodies. To be his. To torment. To pop 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 dearest for her. I have infinite erotic love for her .... I stroke her human face so gently as he starts ...

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

office 19 - The Guy

The death affair I noticed before securing the fabric 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 nap was not on the order of business !

I held the material face covert tightly in my fist and let the water come, in droplets first of all, but then in a steadying flow and finally a stream that was directed over the synopsis of Red's nose and mouth.

The flame-haired girl was silent, though her body was squirming, performing a writhing desperate dancing. The twine held her tightly, digging into her flesh, allowing only her knee joint to prove away from the wooden board, and her groin to convulse.

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

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

I looked at my slight young woman and smiled. She smiled back. I loved her ... I knew that now. That was the word for it. A unknown dear, I accepted that fact, but it was get it on nonetheless.

I waited for Red to inhale again and then, with perfectly immorality timing, I closed the wet material over her features and poured once Thomas More. What the supporter had anticipated was going to be oxygen, wasn't. There was no oxygen to be had, just water and then ... more water.

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

The plug-in was angled, her head on the downward gradient so that no water supply escaped without running over her side. Her firm, tattoo decorated white meat were riding higher on her thorax, a fact that was clearly of no concern as I slowly took the life out of her.

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

"The baton slut, give me the wand."

The instrument was placed into my hands and without time lag I pushed the vibe between Red's thighs. She arched as much as she could, pushing her body into the intrusive member and her case into the cloth.

Beautiful.

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

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

As her struggles began to diminish, I removed the cloth, but then in transposition of it, and after a legal brief clock time so that she could take a small-scale breath, I closed my paw tightly around her cervix and began to run the vibration in a circular apparent movement, pushing it hard into her body.

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

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

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

This was too a lot for the red-haired girl. I knew it would be. She needed to heave, to inhale, to manage her orgasm ... but now she couldn't, yet she had to keep trying ... that was what the orgasmic reflex made happen.

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure ?"I checked.

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

And so, I did. I kept on pouring and, as I did, the most surprising thing happened. The slovenly woman, ignoring the death throes of her protagonist and lover, moved to me and, touching my impertinence, turned my face her way, and kissed me. It was a long passionate buss, candid mouthed, desire fuelled ... love filled ? Maybe it was, certainly that was the case from my side.

By the time we broke free of our embrace Red was dead. Her beautifully ornate body was prostrate ... unmoving ... completely still. No chest of drawers heaving, no ventilation, no pulse. Her breast were still firm, her teat remained hard and her pussy was just as swollen as it was when we started this. But she moved no more. Mortem had descended upon her.

I made as if to remain firm and fetch the oxygen and the defibrillation machine. But the trollop put her hand on mine.

"leave-taking her,"she said simply. And then she kissed me again. Her mitt moved to the re-forming bulge at my groin and she gripped it through my dungaree. I pushed into her touch as she began to displace her finger's breadth along the hide length.

Fuck, this felt so ripe ... but ... the friend had passed ...

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

But ... Red was dead.

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

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

"I win,"she remarked.

What the fuck ! Did we just play the gamey staked secret plan of crybaby ever, with Red's biography the swag ?

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

I had no time to opine this through any promote, getting the ‘ O asset'into Red's torso was now of Paramount Priority.

"You gon na Defib her as well ?"

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

Two jolting shocks later and Red was puking up water and sobbing her pith out. I saw the trollop smirk at me. She was more fucking crazy than I knew ... and that opinion made me love her even more !

******

The Quaker sat shivering in a box of the room. It was a couple of hours since she had been boarded, and subsequently ‘ died ’, but still she said zilch. The fornicatress sat next to her, naked still, with her arm around her friend and fan's shoulder joint, cradling Red's exhausted also raw frame on the comforting surface of her breasts.

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

"Get up,"my command was legal brief, self-asserting and to the percentage point. With a grueling swallow the slut carefully manoeuvred Red's tired head away from her chest of drawers and got to her feet.

"And you,"I indicated Red. The flame-haired Friend looked up at me through large 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 parting of my initial design but the approximation came into my sophisticate mind as we rested following Red's ‘ boarding. The sentiment made my pecker hard, it had to happen.

"Sit, here."I looked at the fornicatress who nodded and moved to the spot indicated before sitting down on the dusty, pestiferous floor.

I took the bumpy, thin twine I had been using and, tied her wrist to her thigh. I stood back to admire, pleased with the esthetics of my work.

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

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

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

"Oh fuck, no ..."The Christian Bible of despair came from my minuscule miss as she realised my aim, and so with a piffling help from Red, I placed the bag over the trollop's promontory. Getting her champion to force it down stringent I wrapped reams of blackness duct tape around her neck, securing the bag firmly in place, the seal of approval around my picayune Girl's head now intact, completely unbroken.

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

Already my Little One's eyes were wide and the credit card was being frantically sucked into her back talk as the bag sealed itself around her face. Her nous shook as she was overcome with hurt. This was taking her more quickly towards end than the waterboarding had done and she knew it.

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

I stood back once more with Red as we watched the adulteress's trunk struggles become less and her battle to last out alive diminish. The plastic was now plastered to her font and she would have no oxygen at all.

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

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

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

She sounded pretty fatalistic about the hypothesis 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 slit in the bag at the top of her capitulum. It wasn't a large opening by any agency, but it was enough to allow air into the seal. And my Little young woman began to gulp it in, though it was more of a small suck as opposed to a taste !

Laughing at her efforts to recover her life's breath, I took out my putz and held it to the gap. Positioning my pee golf hole to the orifice I began to pee-pee into the bag.

"You have to drink it slut ... unless you want to overwhelm in my piss that is ..."

Now the slut shook her head even more frantically.

"What the fuck Mister ?"Red was staring all-encompassing eyed as the special K liquid of my water filled the bag over the adulteress's principal, the layer rising to her chin, then her mouth and her nose and ...

Wide eyed, panicking and still shaking her head - the neck twine held her upright - my little Girl opened her mouth and began to lour the level by swallowing the piddle ...

And now I switched on the vibe ...

The jade continued to get down, she had to, but her whole soundbox went rigid as the wand bit into her the sore build between her thighs. She moved on the vibe and as I looked down, I saw the figure of her tight tum rippling with stimulated movement.

fucking ... this was turning me on, making me gruelling. I needed release.

"On your manpower and stifle Red."She looked first at me and then at the floor, but she knew what I wanted and she took up the compulsory position.

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

could watch the Little young woman drink 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 pussycat from rump. She was pissed and warm and wet, and the way she responded suggested that she wanted this as lots as I did.

I fucked her tough and dissipated and deep ... and as my slut drank enough urine to free first her anterior naris and then her back talk, I fucked Red even deeper.

Then I came ...

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

To fill in the diabolic Holy Trinity, and with perfect timing, my Little Girl, now breathing again, unloaded her coming over the with child baton at exactly the Saame minute ...

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

But then ...

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

collapsed to the floor once the fit of my groin had stopped pumping my seminal fluid into her beautiful nubile body.

My slut sat, unmoving except for the shoal cost increase and autumn of her chest as her heart began to restart its convention rate.

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

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

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

Part 20 - The Girl

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

I 'm not stupid.

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

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

I fucking love her,

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

So.

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

My words. His words.

"She's drowning right ?"

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes, I am,"

No, I do n't mean that I know that. I love Abi tooo much. I love her. But he can pour down 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. screwing I want it so a lot

suffering me delight

Please

He does.

Fuck. What's he doing. fictile thing

Ca n't fucking breathe

No way. No. Breath-fuck No

Hurt me

Fuck you, like her. Fuck me ! Pleaseee

Need to be Fucked and hurt. nooky me

cocksucker

pussy

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

Abi n me.

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

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

What. The. Fuck.

I'm cumming.

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

dickhead

I hate you

Love her You Fucker

Your Piss Hate

I love her.

I will always

Fuck you, you Bastard !

office 21 - The Guy

From the lessening sphere, we watched Red walking away, my Little miss and I. Just before she entered the automatically opening glass threshold she turned and looked back at us. She looked a little sad, maybe she felt we were abandoning her, but that wasn't it, not at all - I knew that my lilliputian Girl loved her more than ever. Chewing on her tooshie lip, one mitt slipped inside her jacket out of the frigidity morning air, Red gave us one of those brief, almost

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

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

"Where will she go ?"I asked.

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

"roll in the hay ... when you're together ?"I asked the far too intrusively personal interrogation with ease.

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

"You stink,"I said, a slight grin appearing on my mouthpiece. I felt her finger's breadth touching mine.

"Whose fracture is that ?"She grinned back.

******

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

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

She was oozing a kind of self-assurance that I hadn't seen before. Like she had ‘ been there and done that ’, and now nothing could ever really hurt her again. She was magnificent 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 night. For the past few hours we had just rested, even slept a little. I stood and made my way to the top of the stone stairs, where there was a phone signal.

"Where are you going,"my Little young lady asked.

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

"Hi, can I Quran a room for tonight please, do you have a suite gratuitous ?"

They did, a cortege is always unfreeze. And so, after mumbling my name and giving my card details, we had somewhere to stay for today and the night. Somewhere I could accept her all to myself.

I retraced my way down the hard stairs.

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

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

It wasn't a question but a matured statement. Red was heading habitation. My slut and I were not.

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

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

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

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

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

"You are so crazy Little One. But the answer is no ..."The fact that I was capable to torment her by refusing to bruise her was a strange side 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 time ... how absolutely spot on my radiolocation had been !

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

She pouted. incredible ! She actually pouted.

I laughed.

"come on get dressed, avail me pack things up. We are leaving now."

******

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

precondition the expensive nature of the room, we had been able to see in pretty often on comer, and now my niggling Girl was flaked out on the bed. eyes closed. Sleeping like the beautiful, beaten, used and abused adulteress that she was.

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

I knew that she would want me to pain her some more when she woke, refreshed from the healing slumber, but that wasn't why we were here. I wanted to spend some sentence with her. Try to get to get laid her a slight more. I wasn't bothered about names, I liked the anonymity to be true, but I wondered who she was. What Uni course was she doing, where was she actually from ? I stood over her and fleetingly her centre flickered afford. A sapless, still-asleep, smile emanated upwards from her pretty face before her lids slowly descended once more. She was here for some attendant honey and concern. She badly needed TLC, even if she didn't know it herself.

tendency in to slide my weaponry underneath her body, I moved her gently upwards on the duvet. Slipped off her cap and ticker and pulled the sheet over her.

I was due domicile today from my ‘ conference ’, and so, moving out of the sleeping room, 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 committee ... so I will be nursing home tomorrow ... yeah its fine, no surgery or clinics until Wednesday ... missy you too ... dear ... I love you."

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

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

After my call home, I had stripped to my boxers and laid down side by side to my piddling Girl. Pausing only to briefly kiss her frontal bone I too had then slept. It seemed I needed the rest 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 au naturel flesh, shaved mound and pale scars, and pretty face ... and my seawall stirred.

"Your work force, you took off the dressings ?"

She nodded,"They feel exquisitely, and I don't want to cause wet bandage on ... you can put more on me afterwards if you want to."

She looked at me again, her raised eyebrows beckoning.

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

Standing with a grin and the starting time of an erection clearly evident, I took her offer handwriting and we walked slowly into the privy ...

"semen on get in, the water is just hone !"My Little young lady had stepped right in as soon as we reached the white foamy masking of bubbles coating the surface, and now she looked up beckoning me to do the same.



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

The oversized tub felt like it was designed for two, water faucet in the heart, with a prissy diagonal end that was perfect for me to lie back on. My minuscule Girl moved so that she was sitting in front line of me,

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

Eyes closed in the steamy bathroom, we were settling into the relax placidity. The only sounds now being the low hum of the toilet fan. We could listen goose egg whatsoever from anywhere else. Just terrific !

I opened my eyes and thanked my lucky hotshot, because it had to be them, my mavin, and not God, for bringing all of this to me. My Little Girl's head rested upon my berm facing the ceiling, her eyes closed. Lovingly, I placed my buttock against hers, enjoying the sight and feel of her dead body lying against me in the water.

The moment just got even more perfect ...

"Last night was sorcerous Mr., thank you."Her countersign were a susurration, and the placidity, entitle purr of gratification that underpinned them told me that she meant what she said, and it felt so damn unspoilt !

"It was, my picayune Girl, so complete ..."She turned her brass towards me and kissed me. I put all the experience of a man in his late middle- age into the embracing ...

We kissed ...

And we kissed ...

And then we kissed some more ...

With my rooster now as hard as a rock I shifted my position so that my gaze could locomote the length of her exposed bubble coated leg, shining with gleaming wetness and ... outdoors. My heart continued upwards towards her pussycat, partially concealed by her marred hands as they lie across the low-pitched part of her stomach. Her beautiful chest, crisscross from before the New Year adorning them, were floating above the water line and just that lust-laced view made me want to buss them.

Her pap were soaked and wrinkled, subdued and pliable which made me call up about what they looked like when they are rigid and rear, hardening under the punch of my tongue as I suckle on her, pierced with skewers, or twisted between the sharp teeth of a clamp. Shifting again as these desire-filled thought take over my brain, my laborious on squashed up against her piano, smooth back.

Momentarily I focus my care on the pale scar that she wore so willingly, marker of her captivity that redden a piddling when the water covers them. It's a reminder that fuelled my lust 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 sessions, that is sitting on the ledge and replete it with body of water from the tub. I lift it and pour out it slowly over her articulatio humeri letting the hot flow following away the iciness as it runs down her arm and the front of her chest.

'' Mmmmmm ... ohhhhh, shag, yes ... '' my Little young woman groan, `` ... that feels wonderful. ``

Filling the jug again, I pour it over her early shoulder. I both hear and feel her suspiration as my adulteress tilts her head even further back over my articulatio humeri, so that I can ascertain the water droplets run away down her chest, circling her knocker before dripping away from her mamilla. The succeeding jug of water I pour across the top of her chest, starting from the left and moving to the right, and then I watched fascinated as a hot weather sheet of steaming foam infused liquid outpouring across her breasts.

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

The next jug full I lift high and let a tardily stream fall on the top of her breasts. Slowly I guide the streamlet downward to the right. The H2O lead breaks into small droplets just before it hits her skin, and forget me drug around her breast.

My Little Girl takes a recondite breathing place, and her wet, naked soundbox push against me a little harder.

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

As I run the water in little and lowly circles, I am fascinated. I love how it makes her cutis return slightly with each diminutive wallop from the menses of water droplets. Her nipple tightening slowly, darkening ... crying out for attention.

Refilling the jug when it empties just as I am at the outer edge of her areola, I repeat the same on her left wing boob. Her breathing is quickening now, and below the water line I see my Little young lady's hands number 1 rub her stomach and then dip down between her legs as she spreads them further.

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

My trollop's fingerbreadth are moving faster, with more than purpose between her wooden leg, and I see, through a convenient gap in the foamy control surface, that one is holding her lips open, while the other is slowly stroking her cunt and circling around her clit. Her mouth open, intimation gasping with undisguised pleasure.

I move to the other titty and, not wanting it to feel ignored, I let the water supply fall hard on my niggling Girl's nipple, and am rewarded with a lust-fuelled deep, low moan. My cock has been slowly getting laborious watching her rousing build, and I shift slightly so that it is now pressed upwards caught between my venter and my slut's depress back.

My Little young lady turns her fount to me once more, her optic still closed, and we kiss again ... a most definite fuck-me-this-very-minute kiss ...

I put the jug down and reach for the bar of soap on the bath ledge. Running it over in my manus while our tongues dance, I soon have a thick, white suds, enabling me to coat my Little female child's breast until it is satiny and slippery with suds.

Both hands return to her tit, hugging, cupping and then running the flat of my thenar over them. Our buss become More intense between heavy ventilation, her tongue agitated, seeking out mine, and I can experience the apparent movement of her hands in the water becoming Sir Thomas More intent.

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

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

I pinch my minuscule Girl's rock-hard nipples, and she bucks, arching her back into me. My cock is straining now, and I want to have a go at it her badly, but this moment right now ... is all hers.

I knead her bosom, twisting, pulling, fondling, caressing knowing she 's almost there. Suddenly the slut arches up, digging the porcelain tub position with her heels and lifts her coxa up out of the piddle ...

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

Her orgasm is hard and all-consuming as groans foresighted and loud, the slosh water splashing everywhere over the otherwise perfectly white and respectable lavatory, two finger's breadth deep between her soft, wet folds and the early paw furiously rubbing her clitoris strong enough that, to me, the avid onlooker, it looks almost painful ... maybe it is, and maybe that's what gets her off. Her pelvis knife thrust, fucking thinly air, seeking more pressure, extra friction, craving the maximum pleasure ... bucking grueling with each wave of hot, spastic gratification that wracks her body.

After a long, shuddering orgasm my picayune fille dropped back into the water, exhausted.

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

I watch, fascinated, as her mamilla slowly fall and buffer. She pulls away from the candy kiss, sighs deeply, and lies her drumhead back on my shoulder again, oculus closed, hint slowing.

I close my eyes too, and feel our bodies relaxing together, listening to the swoon dripping of the water in the now calm again bathroom.

theatrical role 22 - The Girl

"Please Mr., just tie me and whip me once more !"

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

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

We 've both died. kind 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 piss still. I stink. I know.

But I do n't care.

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

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

I show him I 'm take a leak off.

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

But he 's the foreman 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.

Back at the hotel. That same shitty hotel that he likes so very much. And we sleep some more. I do.

And he comes to me. Looks at my nakedness. And my lovely Mark. At my hands. My pin-up marked hands. My present from him.

He lies with me. He thinks I am his.

"finally Nox was magical Mister, thank you."

He deserves some proper thanks.

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

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

Not of him.

My eyes slowly shut and she 's there.

And I love this.

And I 'm so sleep together hot.

And she 's there.

And I feel my whole organic structure alive.

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

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

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

Kissing him.

Making him find special.

But it 's only her who 's special.

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

He deserves to be happy.

He 's done good.

Just like we wanted.

I 'm smiling under the pin-up water supply. Smiling. I 'm with her. I want to be with her. I want us two together forever. I want us to suffer together and have it away our bother together.

It 's all I ever want.

And here I am.

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

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

But I can enjoin them about Abi. I think they 'd have intercourse that I love her.

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

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

Stop thinking I tell myself.

Just enjoy.

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

Because that 's what we both want.

I 'm so get it on lucky.

I 'm a favorable lucky, lucky girl.

A pretty lovely sexy prosperous girlfriend ...

A ...

Part 23 - The Guy

"That was delectable, thank you. A hone end to a pure day ... and night,"my Little girl said as we opened the door to the suite and fell into the small hallway.

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

******

bathtub time over and healing sleep had, we left the cortege and headed into the White rosiness Shopping middle just a few minutes away. There was a tenuous endangerment attached to this because I could be spotted. But I didn't really live anywhere near to the gist and so, on a late Billy Sunday afternoon the chances were slenderize. I would simply involve to be vigilant.

"You really want to buy me dress Mister ?"My Little Girl smiled across at me from the rider behind in the car.

"If we're going to eat in hotel eatery tonight,"we had a reservation in around three 60 minutes at 8pm,"... then you need something else to wear."

"What about you ?"she queried.

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

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

******

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

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

'' Huh ? '' I responded, startled from my musing, waiting for my little Girl to go forth from behind the curtain.

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded, and said, `` Well, us girls have to look just right. I 'm sure your married woman is having a courteous time helping your girl. ``

'' No, I'm afraid it 's just the two of us. My Little Girl needs wearing apparel for her University jubilation party. '' I used my pet public figure for the slovenly woman, but the innuendo was wasted, of course it was.

'' Really ? Well, I 'm sure enough when you get home your wife will appreciate your efforts. '' She said stepping back into the mirror and admiring herself again.

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

'' Well, you are a skilful don. '' She said stepping out of the mirror. `` No, this just is n't going to do. '' The woman added, appraising the apparel she was trying on and shaking her capitulum, just as the slut appeared.

'' Sorry, erm ... ‘ dad'..."She over pronounced the word and then paused, her look sporting a vast grin."zilch seems to fit right. ``

'' Ok. Well, let 's go try River Island then. '' I said with smiling. I was enjoying seeing my Little little girl try on dresses, she looked slap-up 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.

"dada ?"She looked straight ahead and laughed.

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

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

She was laughing heartily now.

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

******

She settled on a short black lace dress that fitted perfectly, and looked simply sensory. We added a suit leather flavour jacket and black, luxuriously shoes. I sent her into Boux Avenue on her own to buy new underwear ...

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

"So, Mister, this is a bit weird to be honest."She sat opposite me, the jacket off and the lace dress fitted perfectly around her curved shape. I had made myself scarce when she dressed in the rooms, I wanted the joy of unwrapping her once our meal was over.

‘ Weird ? We all have to eat piffling One."I had to admit that it was the low gear time I had ever had dinner with soul whose epithet I didn't actually know.

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

I smiled wryly."I want you to revel your repast and I want to screw you a little bettor, that's all."

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

I laughed."Do you always swear so a good deal ?"

"Fucking right I do !"Her solvent was so quick, and so sate 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 intend to do with the degree when you get it ?"

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

The completely daddy/daughter affair 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 fingerbreadth slipped to the buckle on my belt and she deftly slipped the fastening free.

The push button on my dark denim/cotton jeans soon followed and her finger's breadth were tugging at my White shirt.

I turned and pushed my curing breakwater into her coxa."You mean you still have the military capability after what we did ... or should I say, what you did in the Bath earlier ?"

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

I moved to kiss her but my trivial young lady stopped me, said, `` Hold on, '' and moved slowly and very provocatively over to the big treble

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

grinning at me the hussy flipped the transposition on the small bedside lamp and gift us just a little Thomas More light in the entourage's life room, where we now were. Then she moved back to the window and just stood there, looking out into the dark, decoration to the glass, feet apart and up on her toes, silhouetted against the outdoor. Reaching behind her organic structure, and without looking at me, she gripped the flimsy cloth of her dress and pulled at the material, raising it high-pitched ... and high. The hem of her wearing apparel was still hiked up when she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder.

My Little girl's need was manifest ...

I came up behind her and loosen the short zipper that tightened the frock at the minuscule of her back. Then I slipped my hands in along her ribs, under the English of the wearing apparel, and cupped her naked boob. I felt the hard-little buds of her nipples against my hands, and I squeezed and teased and cupped and fondled, taking peachy satisfaction in the sweet little sigh and moans she made.

She slid her ass, bare save for the new black lace flip-flop, up and down along my rigid cock, and in response I pushed her against the crank, and pulled up her dress to rest on her hips.

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

"Fuck, yes, delight ..."she purred.

So, I repeated the loony toons, and she gasped ... it was the sound of desire. I made me smile and it made me harder still ... I spanked her ass again, pushing the strumpet hard against the crank I hit her firm, peachy

flesh time after clock time, until she groaned long and loud ...

'' You wan na charter me here, Mr. ? Tear off my garb ? You wan na flatten my boob up against the methamphetamine hydrochloride and take me from behind ? You wan na fuck me while the entirely car Mungo Park watches ? '' Then she turned around and pushed herself into my arms and kissed me, her tongue on mine. Then she pulled her lips away far enough to mutter `` Fuck me, now, please. ``

I made short circuit work of the remaining necktie and, facing me, she let the dress fall in a refined lot to the ground.

She really was beautiful, my little Girl, my fornicatress 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 script under her ass to cup her cumulation. I fondled her slowly for a brilliant while and then slipped my finger inside the lacing and into her moistening pussy.

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

My fornicatress wanted more and so I gave her more, sliding in a indorse fingerbreadth to bring together the commencement, before circling them together and moving the finger in and out, nice and slow.

I had her pinned up against the window pane, and I knew her breast were flattened, squashed against the chicken feed. Take a good look, anyone who can see. This is my Little have sex Girl, my slut ... Eat your fucking heart and soul out !

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

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

I helped the sticky thong to strip down away from her swollen lips and down over the swell of her articulatio coxae to in a pocket-sized batch of lace as she clutched at my shirt, ripping it spread and scattering buttons to the four winds.

I shrugged off my crownwork and unbuckled my belt properly so she could set on my zip fastener. Trousers off, my naked Little lady friend pushed my boxer shorts down to free my cock and took it in her clenched fist.

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

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

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

My Little Girl squirmed and writhed, wriggling on my prick, and I was bending at the knees to thrust myself mysterious up inside her body and we were both panting, sweating, the olfactory perception of sex was firm, and she was screaming with each thrusting and screaming out at me,

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

Part 24 - The Girl

"That was delicious, thank you. A everlasting end to a perfect day ... and night."

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

And now he wanted to buy me nice clothes. And I liked that a lot. And I loved the things we chose. I look so pretty in nice things. But then I 'm a pretty missy and all pretty fille look overnice in reasonably things ... Do n't we ?

But he calls me his Little Girl. His daughter !

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

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

Nah.

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

rachis at the hotel. Dressing. I love it !

And dinner.

Lucky me !

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

"And do you wan na eff me ?"

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

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

And in the room

Now for what we both want, in our different mode. 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 hurt me.

So I start to take affair off.

Slowly.

And put the lights on.

And fight myself against the window. I want to be seen. And damage. And he comes behind me.

He ca n't assist himself.

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

"nookie, yes, please ..."

I want some more. A lot.

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

'' You wan na contain me here, Mister ? Tear off my dress ? You wan na flatten my white meat up against the drinking glass and take me from behind ? You wan na bed me while the whole car park watches ? ``

And he does. feed he does.

And he strips me. fast. I turn, kiss him, let him advertise me against the window. Push me hard. agitate me wet. Squeeze my teat against the window. The stale glass on my nipple. My face against the window. Pushing. Pushing. Fuck this is good.

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

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

Fuck I am so fuck up.

Face on the glass. bosom on the trash. medallion on the glass.

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

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

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

Part 25 - The Guy

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

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

I sauntered in right behind her, so finis that she could surely smell the pounding coming from my chest, as I watched her ass undulate under the loose flowing doll that she had put back on, over her new underwear. Tee shirt and jacket completed the carefree, scholarly person look that my niggling Girl wore so well.

Before the room access had even closed behind me, I moved to her. My left script covered and grabbed her back talk, pulling her backrest into my chest, while my right helping hand wrapped around her pharynx ... not quite enough to cut off her provision of oxygen but plenty to let her know that she was till mine to do with as I pleased.

She let out a gasp, but my hand prevented it from being audible, instead I felt a wonderful pocket-sized flare-up of breath against my palm.

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

It 's absolutely true that I did ... I could n't do this to mortal whom I did n't trust and worry about. A less female child in my mind would look back on what we had done and think of me as a teras, as a heartless daemon who lured in woman in decree to ill-treat them. I did n't want anyone to recollect that about me. Being with my Little Girl, and her Red-Haired friend, was about love and trust. The strumpet knew how very much I loved and cared about her, and I believed that she also knew that what she saw in me was merely one aspect to a very complicated man.

She struggled against my hold, but with each squirm it became patent that struggling would only stimulate 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 go on my hired hand on your mouth for ever. When I remove it, will you forebode not to make a noise ? ``

Of course of instruction she would. She wanted me to regale her this way. She would do anything.

My Little female child nodded. `` Good young lady. ``

I unclasped my hired hand from her sassing, removed my men from her cervix, and, dragging her into the chamber, I threw her onto the bed. The strumpet had fallen onto her rear and now she stared up at me. She looked frightened, well just a little. Horny also, but scared. Game or not, I liked that ... I wanted that.

I strode toward the bed and threw myself on top of her, reaching my arm under her dame I lifted up the flowing textile, and sliding down her body, I dug my teeth into her thigh. My collation was certainly not hard enough to break the hide, but it was hard enough to extract a delicious reaction. I could see her struggling not to let out a yelp as the stock flowed toward her second joint, to bruise in blue and grey.

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

I could find the heat, smell the arousal and, sliding her G-string to one side, I could see the moisture collecting around her labia. There was no way I could withstand back, I was drawn like a lust-fuelled moth to an erotic flame.

I licked my way up, starting her perineum, the odor of her ass filling my anterior naris before working my way up the slit, stopping less than an in from my fiddling Girl's already blood engorged clit.

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

Without warning, I flipped her onto her abdomen, 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 disclose the glorious underside of her firm, braless breasts.

I was still wearing my jeans and shorts, but not for long. Taking them off I also removed my horseshoe and drogue. My erection flipped free.

Slipping her thong to one incline, exposing her consistency to my regard,

I pressed my voiceless cock against her pussy and ass, and began to push myself between the lips of her wet cunt and the ruck entrance to her bottom, without ever really penetrating either one.

She began pushing back onto my putz, begging me with her soundbox nomenclature to fuck her. My Little lady friend's ass rose, bringing her cunt into take link with my achingly squiffy hard-on. 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 foiling, and spanked her ass, hard. She moaned again, my slut, and so I spanked her again, harder this time and she let out another delightful squeal.

I gripped the skimpy material of her underclothing and tore it away from her dead body, and then I drove into her, gripping her hips and thrusting hard. The effect was such that she almost fell forward but I held her business firm, and began to fuck. With each thrust I stretched her wide of the mark and accompanied the motion of my groin with a hard slap.

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

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

Until it was fourth dimension ...

An explosion of lust, desire and on my character ... honey, signalled the onrush of her orgasm, that in both timing and intensity, matched my own.

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

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

"Who ?"I asked.

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

******



"Okay, ‘ bye then."

I smiled and pulled her to me.

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

"Message me Mister."

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

It was overcast. Looked like rain. Same patch. Leeds post drop-off.

"So ?"

"So ?"

"When ?"

"Can't say."

She nodded. I nodded.

Part 26 - The missy

We went down to the restaurant for breakfast.

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

But he was buying so I had the Full.

Two sausage. Fried bread. total darkness pud. And flock of brown sauce. Wiped my plate with the thin, barely toasted hotel toast. Slimed up with the hotel butter.

Lovely !

I like a nice breakfast once in a while.

Then he took me upstairs and fucked me. And he hit me too which was nice.

But it pisses me that he 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 thoroughly. 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 station and I think we sort of agreed he 'd message me and that was that.

The weekend over.

vertebral column on the fucking crappy train.

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

And the moors are eternally dull.

And she 's there.

Kisses me.

Smiles.

Makes me a mug of tea.

And I give her my bunch of station roses. 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 L ? So he 's probably been married about thirty geezerhood .... shit. And now we 're here. I wonder if he 's done it before ?'

'

Probably. He 's some sort of pro guy. courteous car. Nice vocalism. mint of meetings away and conferences and SOB. Sure he 's fucked around. Maybe he 's just dreamt about fucking over two aphrodisiac babes like us though ...'

'Our lot then. What do you think he does ? I mean, he sorting of knows about drugs and defibs and affair ...'

'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 bozo stare as we kiss and messiness with each other 's second joint. And then we go home and I trim the pink wine and we strip each other 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 mellifluous ear.

She smiles.

She mouths a 'yes'.

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

petting her.

I fucking love her.

END OF ACT 4