Final Surrender

by Powerone


A brief encounter in jail where Carrie exchanged bound sex for her freedom set her on a path that would change her life forever. From the virtual sex world of chat rooms where Carrie masturbated for unseen Masters, to unsuccessfully trying to get her boyfriend to indulge in her newfound obsession, Carrie is left unsatisfied and alone. Until she meets a handsome stranger who intrigues her beyond caution, setting her blood boiling with his tempting demeanor. Peeping in his window late one night, Carrie discovers his secret world and learns why she is so drawn to him. One date with him sends her on a road that she can never return. A world of bound pleasure, submitting to him, to his demands and desires, her body no longer hers to control, his will demanding her final FINAL SURRENDER.


CHAPTER 1

A Past No One Knew 

It had been years since she was home. Carrie was ashamed she wasn't there when her mother died. The end came quickly, one minute her mother was in the hospital with Carrie hurrying to finish last minute loose ends so she could visit, the next minute she was listening to the news. Her mother had passed away last night. Carrie still didn't understand all of the circumstances but it was too late for anything but regrets. She was gone. Carrie was finally going home, not to visit, but to bury her mother and settle her estate.

Carrie's father disappeared from both of their lives when she was small. Her mother tried to raise Carrie the best she could, but they disagreed more and more as Carrie became a teenager. Most girls disagreed with their mothers, but their relationship became strained. At the young age of seventeen, Carrie suddenly left home one night. It was three years before Carrie contacted her mother and the first meeting was hard for both of them.

Carrie stayed in contact with her mother after that, but it was mainly by telephone once a month and only one trip back home. That trip was two years ago, Carrie had surprised her mother at Christmas time. She should have recognized the difference, her mother was looking older and tired, but Carrie didn't say anything. Carrie stayed a week and then left the small town on the Atlantic Ocean once again.

Tybee Island was about 14 miles from Savannah, Georgia. A small speck of land on the Atlantic Ocean, it was less than 3 square miles, home to 3,000 people. In spite of the boom for the last few years, Tybee Island still retained its small town charm. And small town problems. The locals ran the town as if it was not connected to the rest of the world, with Carrie always running afoul of them. This visit was no exception.

At five feet six inches, her red hair made her stand out in a crowded room. It was the richest, deepest red, and her skin was pale and flawless. Her figure had bloomed at an early age, full firm breasts almost out of place on a fifteen-year-old girl. Her hips matured and with a tight ass, she swayed seductively, though Carrie failed to recognize the effect she had on men. She left town the first time before she could get into too much trouble, but on her last visit, she was not so lucky. Now twenty-five, Carrie grew more beautiful each year. Her thick, lush hair shined deep red in the sun and set off her pale white skin.

She wore dark sunglasses to cover her eyes. She still dressed rather modestly, moving to another small town after leaving Tybee Island, not liking the sophisticated lifestyle of the city. Her green eyes sparkled when you talked to her, her lips succulent as she spoke.

Many men lusted after her, but Carrie strayed from one man to the next without ever attaching to anyone in particular. She was still looking for Mister Right, but she wasn't sure what his qualifications were.

She had been home for four days, that last trip, finally going out on Friday night. Her mother had been too much to take that many days in a row. What friends she had when she was young had long left the small town for the opportunities of the big city. She went to Rascal's, one of the small bars clustered on Butler Street. It was off-season for the tourists, so it wasn't very crowded, less than fifty people in the whole place. She felt half of the men's eyes on her as she walked in, her short, tight skirt highlighting her most admirable asset, the gentle sway of her ass hypnotizing them. She sat at the bar for a drink, crossing her legs, her skirt rising high up her thighs.

"Scotch and soda," she said to the bartender, an older man, probably the owner. "And good scotch," she added as he went to pick up the generic scotch bottle. He picked up the ten-year-old scotch, poured a generous shot and then a shot of club soda on the ice. He put it down on a cocktail napkin in front of her. Carrie slipped a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar.

"It's taken care of," he said, pushing her twenty back at her. "It's not often we get anything as sweet as you in here. I don't think your money will be any good tonight." She would be good for business, the guys would flock to his place if she came in every night.

He hadn't seen her before, though she did look familiar. He just couldn't place her. He left her alone, many of the male patrons eager to slide into the empty seat next to her.

"Now I would have remembered a pretty little thing like you," said a man's voice with the familiar Southern drawl that she remembered. She looked at him, an older man, early forties, a local by his demeanor. He sat on the stool next to her, his eyes on her near naked legs, making no attempt to hide his blatant lust.

"Just visiting," she nodded to him. "Am I to thank you for this drink?" She figured the first one to slide up to the bar would be the one that bought the drink.

"I couldn't let you buy your own drink. That would be a sin." His eyes moved up to the thin sweater that would do little to keep her warm, but did an excellent job of highlighting her firm breasts. She was a real prize for this time of year. He shifted in the bar stool, his cock was bunched up in his pants, but he was afraid of being so crude to shift it around while she was watching.

It never bothered her that she attracted older men, in fact she tended to like them better. Boys her age tended to only want to get into her panties. Once their lust was satisfied, she would find their interests in her fading fast. Older men tended to lavish more attention on her, wanting to please her before they were pleasured. However, they all wanted their pleasure from her. She had read many psychology books, sure that there was hidden meanings in all of this. Carrie was looking for a father figure that had been missing from her life, commitment issues, older men were more likely to be married and did not want a firm commitment. She never believed any of them. She just liked the attention. And this one was definitely paying lots of attention to her, his eyes traveling over her body. "Carrie," she said pushing her hand out to him.

"Jessie," he said taking her soft hand in his, feeling her firm grip, wishing it was gripping his cock instead of his hand. "Nice grip. I like a woman that can hold things tight,"

hoping that she would get the sexual innuendo. Could he get lucky with such a hot young thing tonight, his cock kept jerking in the tight confines of his jeans? He was still in good shape for his age, handsome and single as of last year when his wife left him for good. It was because of his love of work, not another woman that drove her off.

He finally released her hand, Carrie was trying to ignore his blatant sexual overture. It was too early and she did not have enough liquor in her system to even think about such a thing. She looked at him, handsome in a rugged sort of way. He kept good care of his body, his arms still bulging with muscles, his jeans tightly drawn over firm thighs.

Whatever he did, he did it well. She had to catch herself from looking down at the front of his pants. That would be too bold. "You live on Tybee Island?" Carrie tried to keep the conversation light.

"For a year or so." Jessie responded, not wanting to tell much about himself. The locals knew what he did, it was rare during the winter that he could find a woman that didn't know and wouldn't be put off by his occupation. "Are you staying in town long?"

"One or two more days then I have to go home." The bartender turned on the jukebox, a few couples were already dancing to the slow music he picked out. Carrie almost thought she could see the lights dimming.

"How about a dance?" Jessie didn't wait for an answer, gripping her hand, his eyes on her legs as he turned her until she moved off the bar stool, a generous amount of bare leg revealed made his cock jump in pleasure.

She found herself pulled to the small dance floor near the jukebox, Jessie didn't give her a chance to reply before his arms were around her waist, drawing her body flush against his. For someone his size, she found him fluid on the dance floor, gliding gently along to the music. His hands held her firmly against him, the unmistakable bulge in his pants pressed hard against her. It had been a while since she felt a man's hard cock pushed against her, not an altogether uncomfortable feeling. Or an unwelcome one.

It had been a year since Jessie had a woman, many more years since he felt a young firm body such as this one. He pulled her tight against him, her breasts pushed into his hard chest, his hands low on the small of her back pushing her against his cock. He began to move, his hips moving from side to side, but his firm cock stayed pressed hard against her pussy as they danced. She didn't try to push him away, Jessie growing bolder as the music played, his hand sliding down to cup her buttocks his hips moving from side to side in a sensuous masturbation. She pressed her head down on his shoulder, gliding along with him as if they were already joined at the hips.

She felt her pussy grow wet as his cock slid back and forth over her sex, her buttocks held powerfully by his hands, guiding her movements in a slow sensual rubbing against each other, little excuse for a dance. She ignored the people watching her, not caring as she put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure that was washing over her body.

After two dances, they went back to the bar, Jessie's hand still around her waist as though they were lovers. They both had another drink, needing to quench the heat that built up as they danced. They talked, mostly idle chatter and small talk, the music continuing in the background. Jessie put his hand on her leg, Carrie making no attempt to move it away, Jessie making no attempt to go any farther. He could feel the heat of her flesh in his hand.

His hand slid onto her leg, his fingers curled along the inside of her thigh. She subconsciously let her legs part, but Jessie didn't move his hand, his firm grip on her thigh making her pussy wet with desire. God, how could she be getting so hot? She should leave, run away from this place before things went too far. She couldn't jump into bed with the first man she met in the town. After all, her mother lived here, sure to find out about it after she left. That's the thing with small towns. Everyone knew everyone's business. He pulled her up again as their third drink arrived, Carrie already feeling a bit lightheaded.

She pressed in against Jessie's body as they turned onto the dance floor, feeling the familiar presence of his cock against her pussy.

Her body felt as though it belonged against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the hard nipples feeling like pebbles on his chest. Her hips swept up and pushed hard onto his cock, moving back and forth in a not so subtle masturbation. He could hear her moaning as his cock rubbed her pussy, her body pressed hard against him. They danced like this for five minutes, the other men getting more impatient, many of them trying to cut in, not caring who he was.

It felt too good, Jessie taking her breath away as he held her body so tight and decisive. She was almost ready to jump him, wanting to feel that hard cock inside her belly, his powerful thrusts as he fucked her hard. She had to stop this, Carrie was unable to stop the pleasure that raced through her body. She couldn't bed down with a local. The next man that tapped Jessie's shoulder to cut in was her excuse. She pulled back, breaking the closeness between them. "Please," she asked Jessie.

Jessie hated to let her go, but he couldn't turn down those big green eyes. He let her go, returning to the bar to nurse his drink. There was still the rest of the night. She would be back. He looked at her, jealous as she danced with the next man, her ass swaying so sensuously as he imagined his cock rubbing against her sex as they danced. His beeper vibrated in his pocket, Jessie jumping as he felt the rush of adrenalin hit his body. He took out his cell phone, dialing the familiar number. "Yes," he answered with hesitation. "I'll be there in five minutes." Shit, he hated his job at times like this. He got up, paying the bar bill. "Tell her I was called away on business." He waited for a second as he talked to the bartender. "But don't tell her where." Even though she was leaving soon, he still hoped for a chance. He got up, Carrie not even noticing as he walked out into the cool air of the night. He got into his jeep, driving the short distance to the office.

Carrie went back to the bar, finding the bar stool next to her empty, looking around, Jessie not in sight. She called over the bartender. "Have you seen Jessie?"

"He said he had to go to work." He felt sorry for Jessie, already another man filling the seat next to her, all wanting to be with her.

For the next two hours, Carrie endured the string of men that tried to take Jessie's place at her side. She didn't know why, but no one could do that. It wasn't that she was so attracted to Jessie. She just didn't want to start all over again. With Jessie it had already gone farther than she had wanted, she did not want to be tempted again. By the fifth drink, her brain was already a bit foggy, Carrie was ready to quit and go home. It was a little past midnight. Her mother's house was only a couple of miles away, the roads in Tybee Island were deserted at this hour during off-season. She normally wouldn't drive if she was at home, but this place was deserted. Carrie was sure that she could drive all right to get to her mothers. She put her original twenty back in her purse and stood up to leave. She stood for a moment, catching her balance.

"You okay to drive?" The bartender saw her waver as she stood up. "Want me to try to get you a cab?" It would be tough to find a cab at this hour of the night when it was off-season.

Carrie got her balance as she picked up her purse. "Thanks, I'm only a mile or so away. I'll be fine." She fished for the keys to the rental car as she walked out of the bar, the cool air of the night quickly sobering her up. She pulled her coat on as she slid into her car not noticing the car across the street, the lone occupant watching her.

Jessie parked across from the bar, kitty corner so the car was out of direct view. The engine was running as he sipped his second cup of coffee. He was called into work when the regular staff called in sick. Jessie was always available even though he hated pulling himself away from Carrie. It still might not be too late if things went as he thought. He had been there for over a half an hour. It was a slow night with nothing to do. He spilled his coffee out the window when he saw the door open from the bar, Carrie was coming out, clutching her keys. He looked around, the streets were deserted. He saw the way she walked, she had a little too much alcohol. That would make it much easier, her reactions would be slower and she'd be unable to defend herself. His hand dropped to his cock, rubbing his hard member as he thought of what he would do to her once she was in his clutches. She would have to pay and what better way than with her body. It mattered little if she consented, he would take what he wanted. There would be little she could do about it. He put the car into gear as she pulled out. He only had a few miles to put his plan into action, knowing the best spot, the most deserted spot where few would see what transpired.

Carrie gunned the engine, almost too much as she pulled out into the dark, deserted streets, the tires screeching. She went down the main street, taking a left on the road along the coastline, it was deserted at night and the beaches were empty. She watched the center stripe as she drove, noticing that she veered slightly off course before she corrected her driving, glad she was almost home. "Shit!" The blue and red lights of the car behind her lit up the inside of her car. She looked at the center divider, her car was a little too much over on the wrong side. She turned the wheel, almost too much, the right tires catching the gravel at the side of the road as she slowed down. The car pulled behind her, Carrie turned off the engine as she waited for the officer. She took out some gum, shoving it in her mouth as she chewed quickly, hoping to kill some of the smell of liquor on her breath. She couldn't get another ticket, especially a DUI. She already had one point for speeding, a DUI would kill her insurance and her license and she needed her license. She didn't want to have to count on someone else to drive her. Shit, shit, shit! She should have never driven. It was long minutes before she heard the police car door open, the crackling of voices on his radio breaking up the quietness of the night. Carrie rolled down her window as the flashlight bounced off the glass. She looked over, blinded by the bright light shining in her face. She wanted to protest, but was scared of offending him.

"License and registration Ma'am," the Southern drawl was prominent in his husky voice as though he had practiced this a thousand times. He watched as she fumbled in her purse, finally finding her drivers license and the rental agreement for the car in the glove box. She handed them to him without saying a word. This would be easier than he thought. He looked at them, putting them on the hood of the car with his clipboard. "I observed you driving erratically Ma'am. I suspect you of driving while under the influence.

You have a choice of blood, urine, or a breath test. If you consent to the breath test, I will administer it now. If you choose either blood or urine, I will take you to the local hospital for testing." He waited for her response.

She knew she wouldn't pass any of them, at least the breath test would be quick. Her mind raced to find a way out of this. "The breath test," her voice breaking as she said it.

She started to get out of the car, but his voice stopped her.

"Remain in the vehicle. Turn your head this way." He shined the light in her face as he took the Breathalyzer from his belt. It already had a sterile mouthpiece. "Open your mouth." His cock grew thick as her lips opened, wishing it was his cock that was going in those sweet lips. He put the mouthpiece between her wet, silky lips. "Blow until I tell you to stop."

It was surreal, the light shining in her face, Carrie was unable to see anything, her mouth opening, suddenly finding her lips latched around the mouthpiece. Everything turned sexual on her, her mind clouded by the alcohol, the arousal from the bar and now the cop forcing a strange device into her mouth, making her blow it. She blew into the device, her head growing dizzy as she did.

There was a short shrill burst of sound when the device registered its results. "That's good." But he didn't take it out of her mouth, enjoying the way her lips curled around it so sexily. He took the device and began to push it in and out, fucking her mouth with it. "It will take a minute for the results."

Could he actually be doing that on purpose? She had never taken a breath test before, but the cop was moving the mouthpiece back and forth in her mouth. It was as though it was his cock and she was being forced to suck it, the light still blinding her, unable to see his face. She didn't protest, resigned to the authority he had over her.

He moved the mouthpiece around her lips before he took it out. He shined the light on it, his happy face hidden from her view by the bright light as he read it. "It's .10 Ma'am.

The legal limit is .08 in Georgia. You are under arrest for driving under the influence." He read her rights, a barely audible murmur from her at each one. He finished. "Step out of the vehicle now Ma'am. I am going to take you in to the station." He opened the door, holding it open as she stepped out of the vehicle. He shined the bright light on her legs as she tried to get out, her short skirt hiked up high. So high he could see her panties, the beam of light moving up her thighs until it shone brightly on her panties. "Take your time Ma'am." His cock throbbed as her naked legs parted as she tried clumsily to get out of the car.

She was dead, the Breathalyzer sealing her fate. She was so involved in trying to figure a way out of this that she ignored the obvious sexual tone the way the mouthpiece played between her lips or the way the light from the flashlight boldly shined on her legs as she tried to get out of the car. Grace was no longer a factor with her skirt up high and her panties revealed. It was pitch black outside, not able to see the cop, her body turned around, forced against her car.

"Hands behind your back Ma'am." He grabbed her wrists before she could protest, his handcuffs ready before she could react. He snapped the metal cuffs around her slim wrists, the loud clicking sound filling the silent air.

"You don't have to do that," Carrie protested but found her hands pulled behind her back and put into cuffs. She felt the cold steel around her wrists, the pressure as they were tightened. She tried to pull her wrists apart, the metal cutting deep into her skin. She never felt as helpless as she did now. Out in the middle of nowhere, her hands cuffed behind her back. And she still hadn't seen the cop yet. What if he was a fake? What if he was going to rape her? She began to struggle, but his hands on her were too powerful.

"I have to check you for weapons. Over to my car." He led her easily to his car, her bound hands leaving her little room to protest. He pushed her against the car. "Hold still now. It will be easier if you don't fight." He tugged on her wrists, showing her the power he had over her. He pressed up against her, his hands going around her waist, testing along the waistband of her skirt, feeling her suck in her stomach as he touched her. He pushed a bit of the sweater out of the way until his fingers touched her bare stomach, her body jumping at his intimate touch.

A sexual shiver ran through her body when his hand touched her naked skin. His hands slipped under her sweater, moving up, Carrie holding her breath as she waited for the touch. This wasn't searching her body for weapons, he was inspecting her body, the sudden fear of what he was doing mixing with the shocking excitement that raced through her body. After all the sexual tension of the night, her body was primed.

His large hands each cupped a bra-encased breast, squeezing the firm flesh beneath the thin fabric. "Nothing in there," he said as if it were the most natural thing to feel up her tits. He took his hand from beneath her sweater, pushing down on the small of her back until he bent her over the hood of his car. Her ass pushed out as she bent over, feeling her tightened cheeks rubbing against his hard cock. He pushed one foot between her legs, pushing hard against one tender ankle, banging into the bone. "Spread your legs." It was an order, not a request.

She felt her nipples swell from his touch, ashamed at the way her body was responding. She should be protesting, instead she found herself bending over, shoving her ass out unceremoniously until she felt the unmistakable hard cock pushed between her cheeks. "OOOW!" She complained when his heavy shoes banged her ankle, but she still obeyed the lewd request, spreading her legs like a wanton whore. She shivered in excitement when his hands crept down the front of her skirt, hiking it up, his hands finding their way beneath it to touch the front of her panties. She shoved her ass back harder and it met with an equal force by the cock behind her.

He had her legs spread and her skirt hiked up, barely a burst of protest coming from her. He cupped her sex with one large hand, a finger finding her slit and pushing in hard, her legs spreading wider as though she was trying to accommodate his probing figure. He goosed her, her body jerking up, her ass sliding along his cock as if she were attempting to masturbate him. "Nothing there except wet panties."

He was fondling her with impunity now, making no pretense of searching her. His only desire was to feel her up, to inspect her, his cock jerking hard against her buttocks. And now he had found her secret, her panties wet with desire. She could do little to protest, because her body was betraying her. She found her body standing back up, the back door of the cop car opening, the cop pushing Carrie in until she fell into the seat, almost falling over, her hands in cuffs making it hard to balance. The door slammed shut, the front door opening, the interior light coming on as the cop got into the car. He closed the door, leaving the light on as he turned around.

"Just relax, the station is only a mile away." He turned around and smiled at Carrie.

"JESSIE!" It suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Sorry Carrie, but I'm entrusted to uphold the laws. And you were intoxicated. You should never have driven."

All of a sudden, things had changed. For the better. She felt the way he touched her, exploring her body, manipulating her into position for a more intimate examination. He wanted more than to arrest her. And its not that she didn't find the feeling that raced through her body pleasurable, in spite of being forced under duress. And then there were the handcuffs. The feeling of helplessness that raced through her body, the sexual rush between her legs as she lost all power to protest anything that was done to her body.

"What are you going to do to me?" She was afraid of the answer.

"Anything I want. If you cooperate, I will release you. Otherwise it could become very unpleasant for you." The police station would be empty, no one would be in for another four hours. More than enough time to satisfy his lust on her.

"Do I have a choice?" Carrie squirmed in the back seat, her short skirt riding high up to reveal her panties, her bound hands giving her little chance to rectify it. It's not that they would be on for long, she was sure that he would have her stripped naked soon enough.

Stripped naked while handcuffed, her juices running down her thighs as she savored the thoughts.





CHAPTER 2



Interrogation or Oral Inspection



"You will do everything I want. One way or another. I don't care which way, all of it will be pleasurable to me. But don't worry, I will make sure that you receive the pleasure you deserve. You have a lovely body. I will enjoy pleasuring it." The car pulled up behind the police station, the alley was deserted. Jessie got out of the car, opened up the back door and helped Carrie out of the car. They went in the back door, the lights suddenly blinding both of them as he marched her over to one of the interrogation rooms. He entered and pushed her over to the large table that filled the center of the room.

She looked at him, finally able to see him in the light. He looked just as she remembered, but now he had on a uniform, a large black belt holding a gun, mace, cuffs and other items. The uniform fit his body as if it were custom tailored. But nothing could hide the large cock outlined the front of his pants.

"Yes, you will take care of that before morning. Many times." His hand went down and stroked his cock, making sure that she could see how long it was.

Would he make her suck his cock? Of course he would, she already felt how he made her suck the mouthpiece as if it were a cock. She feared that. Its not that she hadn't sucked a cock before. But with the handcuffs on, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control him or his cock. She had always controlled the depths of the thrusts, but Jessie didn't seem like the type of man that would allow her to do this. Would he choke it down her throat? "Are you going to take the cuffs off?"

"I don't think you really want me to. I think you like them on." Jessie had seen other girls like this. Cuffed, they could let their bodies succumb to the lust, unable to prevent anything that was done to them. It gave them the reason to surrender to all of his perversions.

She tugged on the cuffs, feeling the cold steel dig into her tender wrists, holding her tight. At the same time, she felt the wetness between her legs. She knew she would have no choice in what he did to her body. She feared it, at the same time, she felt the unmistakable excitement.

"Now why don't you sit on the table here," Jessie helping her as he sat her on the edge of the table. He stood between her legs, pushing in until he felt her legs spreading to accommodate him. He looked down as her skirt hiked up higher and higher. She had beautiful legs, firm thighs, Jessie eager to get between them to savor the taste of her pussy. But first, she would have to satisfy his lust, his balls aching to be relieved of his pent up lust. He looked down, her naked legs spread submissively and her skirt hiked up revealing black panties. He noticed the unmistakable wetness on her panties. His hands slid up her legs, feeling her trembling body beneath his touch. His fingers moved to the edge of her panties, touching the tender skin. He looked into her eyes, his fingers pressing hard into the tender flesh. She squirmed beneath his touch.

His hands were so strong on her legs, moving up the naked flesh, Carrie squirming as they edged towards her panty covered sex. She felt a rush of arousal, a dampness between her legs as his fingers crept so close to her sex, Carrie almost wishing that he would touch her there instead of the teasing that he was doing now. He looked at her, his fingers hurting as they dug into the flesh of her legs, but it only added to the arousal she was feeling, the pain mixing quickly with the need to be stroked between her legs. Her ass squirmed on the desk, Carrie biting her lip to quell the moan that tried to escape from her lips.

Jessie could smell the heat in her. She would be very accommodating to him tonight, not that she had much of a choice. "Spread your legs wider for me Carrie," Jessie looking into her eyes as he ordered her. He felt her legs moving, spreading wider, feeling her muscles tighten as she spread them wide. He looked down, her panties pulled tightly over her sex, he was now able to make out her pronounced slit through the thin silk panties.

Her thighs ached, but she kept her legs spread wide, wider than was comfortable. It was all about control, or in Carrie's case, lack of control. "Please touch me." Carrie almost whimpered when she spoke.

"Do you want me to stroke your pussy Carrie? Your hot, tight pussy?" Jessie teased her, his fingers sliding over the silky panties, moving to the edge of her mound, feeling her body jerking.

He wanted her to beg, Carrie relenting, her voice cracking as she said it. "Touch my ... pussy," she blurted out. She was so hot, wishing her hands were untied so she could masturbate, at the same time the bondage of her hands was what was driving her desires.

"EEEEEHHH," she screamed in pleasure, her ass rising up from the hard desk as Jessie gripped her pussy lips, squeezing them together in one powerful hand. She felt her flesh compressed in his hand, his fingers pinching the two sides of her pussy together.

Jessie grabbed her fleshy pussy lips and squeezed them, tugging them out until her ass rose from the table, trying to accommodate his pinching fingers. He was yanking her pussy out, a smirk on his face as he stared at her. He began to clench and unclench his fingers on her pussy lips, each time pulling them out as he tightened his fingers, only to release them. She was squirming on the table, her ass moving up and down.

No one had ever touched her this way before, most of the boys gentle, though quick.

Jessie was teasing her and now he was abusing her sex, his fingers harsh as they squeezed her pussy lips. His fingers were everywhere on her sex, even pinching between her lips, driving her damp panties between her tender lips, his fingertips pinching hard on the pink flesh. Her hands clenched into fists as she struggled with the mixed emotions that raced through her body. It was as though he was goosing her, her ass squirming as he did, Carrie unable to escape the pinching fingers that dug into her tender pussy. Not that she wanted to. Her pussy was drenched, sure that Jessie could feel it, feel her humiliation to be treated in such a way and become aroused by it. She feared he would misinterpret her reaction, or maybe he would interrupt it. She didn't think she could stop anything he did to her and that scared her.

Jessie's finger slid up and down her slit, pushing aside the puffy lips, his finger pushing hard until her lips curled over it. He moved from the top of her slit, paying special attention to not touch her clit. Not yet. He pushed hard down her slit, all the way down until he felt the heat of her pussy, pushing with his finger, driving her panties into her clenching hole. His finger was wet with her juices. Her hips were humping his hand now, trying to drive his finger inside her in spite of her panties protecting the tight hole. He pulled his hand away, seeing the look of disappointment in her eyes. "Not yet. I'll tell you when you can cum."

She wanted his hand back so bad, tightening her pussy, her thighs, wishing his hand would return. She was on the edge but he stopped, leaving her wet and unfulfilled. She looked down as his hands slid her sweater up over her bra, pulling it over her head to lay on her back, her hands preventing him from taking it completely off. She arched her back, sticking her bra-encased breasts out, hoping that his hands would play with them. Carrie had sensitive nipples, almost able to cum when they were played with vigorously, knowing that Jessie would not neglect them.

Jessie gripped both of her tits in his hands, squeezing them harshly, compressing the firm flesh in his powerful grip. Carrie didn't protest, in fact she kept her back arched for him, pressing her tits out for his hands to inspect. His hands slid around her back, making quick work of the fragile clip that held the thin bra straps together. He moved back so he could see them as he slipped the straps part way down her arms, the bra falling away far enough so it gathered just beneath her twin naked breasts. He didn't waste any time, his hands reaching out with two fingers of each hand to grip the dark brown nipples that were already hard, perfect targets for his fingers. He felt the flesh of her aroused tips crushed beneath his pinching fingers. He saw the tears in her eyes as he turned his fingers, twisting the trapped nubs.

She almost came when she felt the pain in her nipples, surprised by his quick and harsh touch as soon as her breasts were bared to him. He didn't take time to admire them before he abused them, Carrie arching her back up high as Jessie pulled her tits by her nipples high into the air. Her eyes grew wet with tears. His large hands encircled her bare flesh, squeezing her breasts. "MMMMMM," unable to stop the moan from her lips as his hands took control of her breasts. He released them, bouncing slightly as they fell down, Carrie looking down to see the condition of them. She could see red lines where his fingers had dug hard into her white flesh, but nothing was more pronounced than her nipples. They stood out like hard pebbles, Carrie feeling them throbbing, not from pain but desire, wanting his hands to return. "Don't stop!" She couldn't believe the words that spilled out of her mouth. She was begging him for more of his harsh treatment.

Jessie smiled at her. "Not yet. I need to get some of those clothes off you first. And then if you are a good girl I will play with that lovely body again." Jessie pulled back from Carrie, her legs still spread wide. "Get up," helping her to stand up. He turned her around, undoing the metal cuffs, the hard metal clamoring on the desk as he put them down. He saw the look of disappointment on her face. "Don't worry, I'll put them back on." He laughed loudly, her face turning red in shame. He made quick work of the bra and sweater, throwing them over onto a chair. His hands opened up her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, not surprised to see her panties were a thong, the black material contrasting sharply with her pale, white skin. "Step out of your skirt," Carrie kicking it to the side. She stood there, her back to him, naked except a tiny patch of black thong hiding her sex, her legs perched high on the heels, making her look all the more naked and vulnerable. His hand caressed her buttocks, feeling her tighten her muscles as it slid over the silky flesh.

"SSSSMMMAAACCK." The loud sound was quickly followed by a shooting pain on her buttocks that raced up her spine to her brain. She couldn't believe the burning of her one cheek. He had spanked her. Like a little girl. Before she could even protest her hands were yanked behind her, the familiar feeling of the unyielding metal digging into her flesh.

The juices raced to her pussy as though she was trained to become aroused when they were put on. She felt her body unceremoniously shoved over to the table, this time her breasts pushed down onto the hard wood, her ass rising up from the obscene position.

"SSSSMMAACCCKK." The second blow was as unexpected as the first, the feeling racing through her body sending mixed messages to her brain. There was the pain, but there was also the arousal, his hand hitting so close to her unprotected sex, his hand slapping close to her thighs.

He loved the way her white skin turned pink from his spanking, catching each cheek with his blow. "Spread your legs for me," his toes urging her ankles until she complied, her legs spreading wider and wider. She looked good from behind, her white ass arched up high, her legs spread, the thin thong tucked neatly between her buttocks. "Good girl," he encouraged her. He spanked her cheeks again, alternating between each one, this time she was more prepared for it. Each time he struck her ass, she shoved it back out, almost too eager to oblige him. He gripped her pussy from behind, his large hand sliding up, one finger pressing between her lips. He tugged up with his hand, Carrie standing on her toes.

He wasn't at all surprised to find her panties soaking wet. "Maybe I should spank your pussy instead of your ass."

God did his hand feel good between her legs. She no longer cared how obscene she must look, she needed to cum. And cum now. Not even his teasing of spanking her pussy could do anything to quench her lust.

"Up, over here." He yanked her up, Jessie's balls aching to release his pent up sperm.

This would be the first of many times Carrie would take his sperm. He pushed her over to one of the cells, Jessie discovering a secret that he didn't share with anyone else. He pushed Carrie to the wall of bars, pushing down on her head until she bent over, pushing lower until she was in line. There was an opening in the bar, about two feet wide and about a foot high. It was built so that a food tray could be passed into the cell without opening the door. But Jessie had a far more devious and perverted imagination. Carrie would be the first to test his new use of the opening.

Carrie found her body bent over, this time Jessie pushing her over to the cell wall. His hands held her head as he pushed her through the bars, a close fit, Carrie finding her head coming out on the inside of the jail cell. She felt some fumbling around her head, feeling leather straps around her neck, panicking when they were tightened. Jessie released her, Carrie tried to pull back through the bars, finding the leather cuff around her neck had pinned her against the cold metal bars.

Jessie walked around to the other side of the cell, his hand reaching down to dig into Carrie's bright red hair, yanking her head up until she was looking up at him, a look of terror in her eyes. He began to take off his uniform slowly, making her watch as he slowly stripped naked. With only his shorts on, his hand absently stroked his cock, Carrie's eyes pinned to the growing monster in his shorts.

Her ass was stuck up high in the air and her breasts were hanging down. What scared her most was the leather strap around her neck. It held her tight; Carrie was unable to pull away. And Jessie was slowly pulling down his shorts, revealing a large cock, his hand stroking it, Carrie surprised as it continued to grow. The head was a big as a fist, at least her fist. It was a dark red, almost purple, the head of it glistening in the light.

The shaft had to be at least ten inches, ten thick inches of flesh. She looked down at the heavy ball sack that dangled between his legs, covered in thick, dark hair. She was going to have to suck his cock, or more to the point, he was going to fuck her face, Carrie was to be nothing more than a mouth for him to put his cock, unable to stop him from shoving it as deep as he wanted or as long as he wanted to use her mouth.

She didn't turn away when he revealed his cock; in fact his cock jerked in pleasure as her tongue licked her lips as if in anticipation of sucking it. He saw the look in her eyes, the fear, but also the arousal. He moved forward, his hand holding his cock out in front of him.

He took the head of his cock and began to rub it all over her face, a trail of precum on her smooth, silky skin. He pushed it against her eyes, her noses, even taking the end of his cock and trying to shove it into one her tiny nose holes. He moved his cock down to her lips, Carrie clenching them tight as though she could stop him from having his way with her mouth, smirking as he pretended to let her win. He traced the end of his cock around her lips, painting them as if his cock was a tube of lipstick. "You're going to suck it, whether you like it or not. Now open your mouth."

She hesitated, Carrie afraid that once it entered her mouth she would no longer be able to keep it out. She fought him, her lips pinned tightly together in defiance. He suddenly left, Carrie unable to see where he went, the bars keeping her from turning her head.

Jessie moved behind her silently, picking up the wide, black military belt that was on his pants. He curled one end around his hand, leaving a long expanse of two inches wide of harsh leather on the other end. He swung it over his head, lashing it down hard to catch her across her twin cheeks, catching Carrie unprepared for the pain he unleashed on her body.

"AAAAGGGGH." Carrie screamed so loud that she almost lost her voice. The pain was unbelievable, lashing across both of her already tender cheeks. She couldn't even swallow before she felt it again, this time lower down, catching her across the gentle swell of her buttocks where they met her thighs, the most tender part. "EEEEEEEHHH," another scream tore from her lips. "NO MORE! PPLEAASSSEE!" She begged loudly. Another blow hit her buttocks, not as hard as the others, a sign he wanted her complete surrender before he would stop. She complied, the words coming out of her mouth as she panted in pain. "I'll suck your cock!" She surrendered to performing the perverse task.

Jessie put down the belt, moving back into the cell. He could see hatred in her eyes, but her mouth was already open, her lips wet with saliva. She had learned the harsh lesson of denying him his desires. He fisted his cock, moving the head so it slipped just inside her lips. "Tongue it," finding her eager to please him, sure that her ass was still ablaze in pain. She would remember him for week every time she sat down. Her tongue lavished attention on the head of his cock, his cock jumping each time her hot breath blew on it, her tongue bathing the head of it from the tip that dribbled his sperm into her mouth, running around to the thick ridge, tentatively exploring it with her taste buds. "Good girl.

Now make your lips tight around it. And don't forget your tongue, keep it moving." He almost came when her lips closed tightly around the thick girth of his cock, the head trapped inside the hot cavern, her tongue racing around it as it jerked and throbbed in pleasure. His hands went down to her head to grip it tight. Though she couldn't move much, he wanted complete control. And he wanted her to feel the power of the control he had over her, Carrie unable to do anything but become a receptacle for his lust.

She sucked him as if she wanted to, not because she was being forced, the pain of the belt on her ass a grim reminder of not being enthusiastic. It was only hours ago she was sitting having a drink with Jessie, dreaming of him taking her. But not this way, bent over, her ass thrust up, her lips wrapped tightly around the monstrous cock that filled her mouth. She had little time to contemplate her situation, Jessie's hips becoming more urgent, his cock sliding unopposed between her tightly clenched lips. Her tongue lathered the head of his cock, her mouth quickly filling with the salty, thick sperm that her tongue elicited from his cock.

"MMMM," Jessie moaned softly, Carrie sucking his cock like a ten-dollar whore. Her lips were as tight as a virgin pussy, sliding up and down his shaft as he fucked her hot mouth. He held her head tight, though it was not necessary, the bars and leather prevented her from escaping the ravishment of her mouth. He looked at her face, her red lips wrapped tightly around his cock, her nose flaring as she sucked in precious air through it, her mouth plugged with his thick cock. Her eyes were glassy, tears glistening in them, fear mixed with arousal. She had only a couple of inches of his cock in her mouth, much more to go. His hips became more urgent, his balls aching, wanting to dump his lust into her mouth. But first, she must learn true submission. "Yes, such a good cocksucker,"

his hand stroked her face like one would an animal that pleased you. His hips drove his cock deeper into her mouth, her eyes opening wide as she felt the head of his cock bang against the back of her mouth.

He filled her mouth with his hot flesh, the unmistakable thick, salty sperm covering her tongue. She was already growing tired of sucking his cock, her tongue forced to bathe the head as he thrust it in and out of her tightly clenched lips. His hands held her head tight, too tight in spite of all the other bondage that kept her pinned between the bars. She could hear his heavy breathing, his cock growing as it drove deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"EEEGGGH," his cock banging at the back of her mouth, a powerful thrust forcing the thick head into her small, tight throat. He pulled back, but she knew it would be back, bracing herself for the next thrust. His hands tightened on her head, Jessie grunting in lust as his cock shoved back between her clenched lips.

Her lips curled up and down the shaft as he fucked her mouth, her tongue continuing to lather his cock, his hips driving deeper into her mouth. His cock jumped from the unexpected pleasure as her tight throat compressed the thick head, a lovely gag as he choked her with his cock. He pulled out, gripping her head submissively, his hips driving his cock through her lips, grunting as he plunged into the hot depths of her oral cavity. Her eyes opened wide as he took her in the throat, her muscles no match for his powerful thrust. He held her head tight as his cockhead forced its way deep into the tight, constraining hole that was her throat. He heard her gasp and then the sudden pleasure of her muscles gripping the head of his cock as he plunged into her throat. He enjoyed the way she choked on his meat, her mouth opening wide as she gagged, leaving her more vulnerable, his cock free to shove farther into the breached opening. He didn't stop until his cock was three quarters of the way in her lips, the head lodged deep into her clenching throat, her muscles fighting the useless battle to keep him out. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, the tingling in his balls signaling the first sign of his impending orgasm.

She couldn't believe the way he impaled her throat, tears running down her silky cheeks as she choked and gagged on the monster that breached her throat. It burned as it shoved into her tight throat, too dry in spite of the sperm leaking from the head of his cock.

Carrie couldn't control her own muscles, the choking and gagging leaving her throat an open hole to be taken, her muscles rippling up and down the hot flesh. Her pain and discomfort was Jessie's pleasure, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Her only hope was that he would cum soon, though the thought of swallowing his seed did not appeal to her.

While a little of the salty sperm wasn't so bad, she wasn't sure how she would accommodate an abundant load of sperm. When she was in control, she would spit out the cock as it began to spew, the worst being that her face would be covered with sperm.

Would he cum in her mouth? Would he force her to swallow it?

Jessie was on the edge, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth and throat, her choking and gagging adding to his pleasure. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be fucking her mouth so brutally and Carrie was taking it, her face contoured in pain. Tonight was his lucky night. "EEEEEWWWWW," he pulled his cock from her throat, her mouth opened wide, his hand pumping the shaft up and down as the first blast of pleasure shot up from his balls. "Keep your mouth open real wide. I want to see my cock cum in your mouth." He began to pump his cock until he saw the first arc of white, thick sperm shoot out of the end of his cock onto her tongue.

She could at least breathe now, her throat still dry and burning from being impaled by such a large member. He was jerking his cock off now, Carrie was unable to do anything but comply with his obscene request, keeping her mouth opened wide and waiting for the inevitable. She heard him scream in pleasure and then she felt it, the thick, hot creme landing on her tongue as though it was branding her. Her mouth instantly filled with the foul, salty flavor. He continued to pump his cock, a second and third load of sperm filling her mouth, Carrie refusing to swallow. It was everywhere in her mouth, a thick layer of sperm coating the inside.

"Close your lips around my cock," Jessie ordered her. She obeyed instantly, hoping to end the oral assault on her mouth. "Lick it clean," her tongue moving slowly to sweep over the head of his cock. He could already feel it begin to harden again; it wouldn't take long before he would be ready to take her again.

She was breathing through her nose, trying to avoid swallowing the thick sperm that invaded every nook and cranny of her mouth. It was difficult to clean his cock, her mouth full of sperm, succeeding only to coat it.

Jessie put his hands on her head, tightening them. "Swallow my cum. All of it." He waited for a moment. "NOW!" She looked at him with her sweet, green eyes, but he had no sympathy for her now. "SWALLOW!" He shoved with his hips, driving his semi-rigid cock farther into her mouth.

She had no choice, choking as she was forced to swallow the thick creme down into her stomach. She swallowed again and again, each time a gag from her throat as she endured the sperm sinking slowly down into her stomach. There was so much of it, her throat bobbing up and down as she struggled to obey his obscene command. Her mouth was finally rid of the majority of sperm, but the taste still lingered everywhere. She went back to the original task of bathing his cock clean, her tongue lathering it from the head all the way down the shaft until Jessie smiled at her. He pulled his cock from her lips, Carrie keeping her lips tight around the shaft as it pulled loose. His cock was already growing hard again. Would she receive her pleasure now?

While his lust was only temporarily sated, he pulled his cock reluctantly from her mouth. "You did well Carrie." He moved outside the cell, looking down at the lovely cut of a woman that was revealed to him. She was still bent over, her ass higher than her back.

He stripped her panties from her body. She spread her legs without question, revealing a lovely, red, wet pussy between her legs. Even her crack was spread, a tiny anus peeking out from between her cheeks.





CHAPTER 3



Carrie Taken Again and Again



She could feel him behind her, knowing she was revealed in all her glory but she kept her legs spread wide. She was so aroused that she would do anything to get her pleasure.

In fact, she had already done that, taking Jessie's cock in her mouth and throat. Goose bumps ran up her spine when she felt fingers touching the back of her thighs, so gentle, not like what she had just felt from Jessie. They teased up and down the back of her legs, Carrie trying to spread her legs wider without being obvious. "MMMMM," she couldn't contain her moan of pleasure, her body tingling as she felt a hot, wet tongue sliding along her inner thigh, leaving a trail of wetness that quickly cooled in the night air. God, she wished it would go higher, finding her hips moving from side to side before she realized it.

Would he eat her pussy? It had been a long time since a boy had gone down on her. The pleasure rippled through her body as she imagined how it would feel when his tongue hit her hot, wet pussy.

Jessie kept her buttocks spread wide, her muscles clenching them tightly together when his tongue approached her pussy from behind. His hands urged her legs to spread wider, pushing out on the tender flesh, Carrie trying to balance on her high heels and accommodate him at the same time. "Real wide Carrie, spread your legs real wide." He inhaled the sweet smell of her arousal, his cock jerking up to full erection as he gazed intimately at her wide-open sex. His fingers crept up to her sex, riding along her lips until he pulled them open wider, the pink insides glistening in her juices. Jessie licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her nectar. His fingers slid lower, down to her tight, dark hole, gliding along the slick lips until his fingers were poised on the sides of the tight hole. Two fingers crept inside her, her hot insides sucking them in as if she were a vacuum. Her insides clenched on his fingers, his cock jumping at the thought of what her muscles would do to his cock. He pulled her pussy open, a soft moan from Carrie her only protest as he sought to see inside her.

His fingers were all over her, touching her pussy with impunity, sliding along the inside of her lips, pressing them open, revealing her most intimate body to his eyes that she could feel were only inches from her sex. She felt his warm breath blowing on her sex, her body tense in anticipation. She almost came when his fingers entered her hot, tight pussy, strong fingers that pulled her open, revealing the deep, dark depths of her body to his eyes. She wanted so bad to feel his cock, not his fingers inside her, tightening up on his fingers in hopes that he would replace them with his cock. Her hips were wagging back and forth in lust, soft moans coming from her lips, her pussy dripping wet in desire. "Make me cum," she blurted out, unable to control her lust any longer. She wanted so bad to cum.

Jessie impaled her with three fingers so suddenly, her ass rising up in sudden shock, Carrie whining like a ten-dollar whore. Her hot, tight insides clutched his fingers, refusing to let them go as he twisted and turned them. He shocked her again, his head pushed between her cheeks, his tongue out and sliding up and down her slit, pushing between the puffy lips to lick her juices. He couldn't believe it, but her ass rose up higher, Carrie on her toes in spite of wearing heels, panting in heat like an alley cat, shaking her ass back and forth as Jessie's tongue and fingers demanded her attention.

She was being doubly impaled, his fingers inside her never stopping, twisting and turning as they drove deeper inside her. God, it felt so good to have a man inside her, even if it was only his fingers. And the tongue, it knew exactly where to go, her jerking hips failing to keep it from running from the top of her slit all the way down to the fingers that invaded her pussy from behind. She wouldn't last much longer, the bondage, the obscene position, the oral assault on her was too much.

Jessie felt it in her. She was ready to pop. Her pussy was like a hot, cauldron of lust, his fingers moving in and out, the loud sound of her wet pussy doing little to dampen her lust. His mouth was filled with her sweet arousal, his tongue moving up and down her slit to gather up the juices that flowed so freely from her body. His other hand slid up her slit until two fingers found her clit, not surprised to feel a large, swollen bud dying to be touched. She screamed out when he pinched it, her ass shoving back, his head moving back, ready for her response. His tongue shot out of his mouth at just the right time to catch her directly on her hot anus, slapping it back and forth. He continued to pinch her clit each time she tried to move away from the tongue that tried to bathe her anus, her ass raising up, her hot clenching anus unable to defend itself from his sodomizing tongue.

Carrie couldn't keep her lower body still, Jessie playing her body for everything it was worth. He pinched her clit, sending a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain that raced through her body. Her pussy was impaled on three fingers that fucked her without letting up. And each time she jerked back to escape the pinch of her clit, she found a hot, wet tongue trying to invade her anus. Her anus! How could he lick such a place? She jerked back and forth, unable to contain her lust any longer. She sputtered as she came, screaming out in pleasure as Jessie slapped her clit back and forth, his tongue breaching her rectum, his fingers fucking in and out with abandonment. It was too much for her to contain, her orgasm shattering the peaceful quiet of the jail cell as Carrie yelled out in pleasure. "AAAAAAWWWWW," her hips were fucking back and forth, spewing out her juices onto the fingers that plunged into her so intimately. But it was the fingers that pinched her clit, too hard, though Carrie would never have complained or wanted it to stop. And the final straw, her anus impaled on a hot, wet tongue, her anus sent into flutters of spasms, a perverse thrill racing through her body as she tried to imagine Jessie behind her, his tongue fucking her anus as a cock would to her pussy. "EEEEEEEHHH,"

another orgasm racing through her body, her nipples so hard they ached and throbbed.

Her hips bucked up and down, her pussy clenching and unclenching on the fingers that filled her. Her legs felt like giving out, the orgasm sapping her strength. She would have collapsed onto her knees if Jessie didn't keep her ass up in the air with his hands.

Her rectum clutched on his tongue, trying to force it from her anus, Jessie swirling around in the tight passage as he pinched her clit until she came. She screamed in pleasure for long minutes, Jessie never letting her orgasms subside, his fingers and tongue continued to drive one after another until she slumped, exhausted from the intense orgasms. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, slipping them into his mouth to savor the sweet taste of her cum. His fingers moved back to her anus, fingers on each side of the tiny hole, enthralled at the way it opened and closed as if winking at him. He continued to burrow his tongue into her anus even when her orgasm succumbed, enjoying the way her hips shot from side to side to avoid the oral assault. He was sure that no one had ever done such a thing to her, the orgasm quenching her lust, only the shame left over as he continued to fuck her virgin anus with his tongue. He finally stopped, Carrie exhausted. He stepped back, his cock now hard again. He moved back into the cell, opening the leather strap that kept her head pinned between the bars. He moved behind her, steering her body out and helping her straighten her back, the bent over position making it creak as she stood up. He looked at her. "You cum nicely Carrie. Did you like your asshole licked?"

He saw her face turn red in shame. His hand slid around to cup her buttocks. "You tease men with that lovely ass; they are going to want their pleasure in it." His finger traced along her crack until he felt her tighten her cheeks, trying to keep his fingers from exploring her backside.

She couldn't explain the pleasure she felt from his tongue in her ass. It hurt, felt good and burned all at the same time. No one had ever touched her there, Carrie never even realizing how erotic it was to be touched back there. She couldn't believe that she was so sensitive and aroused by it. His finger began to explore between her cheeks, Carrie tightening them, refusing him entry. Her lust was satisfied, no longer so amenable to his perverse acts. She would never allow a man to touch her back there again, Carrie afraid of what he might do. Or what she might allow. Her body was so cramped from the bent over position, she was glad to stand up again, not even realizing how she was parading her naked body before him, pushing out her bare breasts as she stretched. She looked down, his cock was already hard again. What would he do to her now? Or make her do?

"Can I go now?" She wasn't even sure she wanted to go, though the words came out of her mouth. She looked eagerly at his cock, already hard and demanding, still remembering the way it stirred in her mouth. Even though she had cum, she was still aroused, needing a hard cock in her pussy to finally satisfy her lust.

Jessie moved next to Carrie, his hand sliding down her taut abdomen, Carrie sucking in her gut as his fingers played across the fine, red hair of her bush. He teased his fingers in the hair, feeling a few errant hairs plucked from her bush as he twisted his fingers in the soft, red hair. She didn't try to move away from him, Jessie taking one of her hands and placing it on his cock, the rigid flesh jumping at the unexpected soft touch of her hand. He didn't need to instruct her, her hand moving up and down the shaft in a gentle masturbatory motion. "Not until you take me inside you," his fingers moving down lower to slide between her pussy lips, finding her still wet. She spread her legs, giving him full access to her sex, two fingers sliding up and down her slit, pushing aside her puffy lips to caress the hot, wet inner lips.

She was standing there with her legs spread, his fingers sliding along her pussy as her hand slid up and down his hot shaft, feeling the flesh grow beneath her touch. She licked her lips, almost wishing he would force her to her knees and stick his cock in her mouth again. While she hated having his cock forced down her throat, she couldn't deny the strange masochistic pleasure she felt at being forced to perform sexually for him. Her fingers curled around his cock, sliding up over the head, her fingers tightening on the sharp ridge, feeling her fingers grow wet from the juices her hand extracted from his cock.

"EEEEHHH," she gasped, two of his fingers impaling her pussy, Carrie spreading her legs wider to accommodate them, her hand pumping faster as they mutually masturbated each other.

Jessie felt her pussy grip his fingers in lust, his cock spitting out precum from the hand that so skillfully jerked him off. But he wanted more, eager to feel his cock deep inside her belly. He pulled his fingers out of her, tasting her juices. Carrie looked at him; her hand stopped stroking his cock. She mimicked him, licking his juices from her fingers.

"Give me your hands." He picked up the metal cuffs again, Carrie not protesting, her wrists thrust out in front of her. He felt her tremble as he slipped them on her wrists. "Over here."

Carrie found her wrists bound again, Jessie moving her over to the cell door. She looked up as he raised her arms up, feeling her breasts rising as he thrust her arms over her head. He clipped the cuffs to a hook on the top of the cell door, leaving her dangling from them, unable to defend herself from anything he wanted to do to her. She felt another sudden rush of wetness between her legs, clenching her thighs to contain her lust. Why did the bondage make her so aroused?

Jessie moved behind her, pressing down on her back, making her arch it, pushing her ass out as he forced her to spread her legs for him. "Wider Carrie, I want to see everything. From your pussy all the way to that tight little asshole." Jessie's hands held her hips as he positioned her, Carrie submitting to him, allowing him to arrange her body to his advantage. She looked so inviting, her breasts heaving up and down, the firm tips pushed out like hard erasers, her head pushed up high. Her back was arched provocatively, thrusting her ass out, the wide spread of her legs revealing all of her to his lust-filled eyes.

She felt the cool air rush between her legs as she submissively spread her legs so wide that they ached. She felt him sliding along behind her, feeling the heat from his cock first, the thick shaft jumping as it touched her naked buttocks. She pushed her ass back harder until she felt it again, moaning softly, feeling like such a slut, wanting so bad to feel his cock inside her belly. She began to wag her hips from side to side, his cock rubbing back and forth between her legs.

Jessie looked down as Carrie tried to push her pussy onto his cock. He moved his hips, keeping his cock from her hot, wet hole, wanting to tease her until she would beg him. His hands crept in front of her, his large hands cupping her proud breasts, his fingers finding the hard nubs of her nipples, pinching them softly until she humped back onto his cock. He pinched her nipples harder, squeezing the rubbery flesh between his powerful fingers until he heard her moan in pain. But her ass continued to hump back at him in spite of the pain.

Her nipples felt like they were being crushed, but a strange thrill raced between her legs as he manhandled her with ease. Carrie was unable to do anything but let him have his way with her. She kept pushing back onto his cock, feeling the fire, as the head of his cock would accidentally drag over her anus. She stood on her toes to push it back down, wanting so desperately to be taken from behind. "Fuck Me!" The words blurted out from her mouth. She felt the fingers tug and twist on her nipples and then she felt it, the head of his cock nudging at her wet, tight pussy. "Hard. Please. Fuck me hard!" The air whooshed out of her lungs when he thrust inside her, taking her literally, his cock driving deep inside her belly until it was buried hard against her cervix. She had never been taken so deeply and ruthlessly as Jessie did, her pussy going from empty to full in seconds, her muscles pushed aside to take his rigid cock inside her belly.

Jessie grunted as he thrust inside her belly. His hips pushing with all of his strength as he took her with one brutal thrust, his cock boring deep into her soul. He pinched and mauled her nipples, pulling his cock out until her pussy gripped the head of his cock.

"Take it!' He shoved in again, his hands moving from her tits down to her hips to keep her in position as he impaled her again on his cock. He began to fuck her, making her take the full measure of his cock with each stroke, her insides clinging to his flesh as he pulled out, thrusting so deep that the head of his cock banged painfully against her cervix each time he plunged back in. There was the sound of rhythmic slapping of his flesh against hers, the grunts and moans as he fucked her hard.

She had never been taken like this before, bound and spread, taken ruthlessly from behind, her pussy forced to take his powerful strokes. It hurt, his pounding taking its toll on her bound body, but at the same time, she had never felt the fullness of being taken in such an animalistic manner. Jessie taking his lust out on her bound body with no concern but to fill her with his sperm. His fingers reached around to attack her sex, not to caress her clit, but to pinch and twist her pussy lips and clit, all the while his cock continued to pound in and out of her pussy with such extreme vigor. His cock felt like a steel bar shoving in and out, her insides pushed aside, the thick head driving in and out with impunity. She began to hump back at him, not sure if it was to escape the fingers that mauled her pussy lips and clit or to drive the cock harder inside her belly. The pain of the brutal fucking mixed with the pleasure, Carrie unable to distinguish between the two any longer. Even her anus was being slammed by his stomach as he thrust in, slapping hard against her tiny hole, sending a spicy feeling between her legs. What would it be like to be fucked in the ass while bound? Unable to do anything but submit, the long prong shoved ruthlessly into her bowels without regard.

Jessie wouldn't last much longer, his balls slamming hard against her, aching with each thrust. Her insides clenched on his cock, feeling like it was in a giant hot vice, squeezing his sperm from his balls. "Cum Carrie. Now!' He twisted her clit with his fingers until she bucked up and down on his cock. He felt her shudder, humping up and down, the sweat dripping from her body as she began to cum. He shoved in one last time, so deep that he felt like it would come out her mouth. His cock jerked and shuddered as her insides rippled up and down the shaft. "EEEEGGHHH." It almost hurt when he came, the powerful jet of hot sperm spurting deep inside her belly. "AAAGGGG," his head shooting up, pulling his cock back out and then sending it back in, this time spewing his sperm as he plunged back in, guided by the slick fluids that shot from the head. Two more times he came, each time her pussy rippling up and down his cock as she came with him.

Everything began to go black, the orgasm racing over her body as she felt him spurt his sperm deep inside her belly like a fire hose. She shook and trembled, her nipples feeling like they were going to burst, her clit so swollen with blood, his fingers feeling like he would tear it from her body. His cock continued to pound inside her belly, her insides rubbed raw, the salty sperm making it sting. Her body continued to explode with one continuous orgasm that ran through her. Just when she felt it subside, his fingers and cock would entice another tremor in her body, Carrie panting like a virgin cumming for the first time. It seemed like hours before she finally felt his cock shrinking inside her belly, Jessie pulling it from her pussy with a loud pop, a rush of fluids sliding down her inner thighs to puddle on the floor between her legs.

Jessie released her arms from above, taking off the cuffs, holding her body close to him, her legs barely able to contain her. He let her body slowly lower to the floor until she was kneeling before him. His fingers curled under her chin, lifting her head up, her eyes glazed over. He took his semi-limp cock and rubbed it over her lips, one finger pushing into the corner of her mouth to open her lips. He pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. "Clean it." It was an order, not a request.

Her body was exhausted, Jessie forcing her to her knees. He held her head up until she was staring at his cock, the head and shaft glistening in a sheen of sperm. She felt the wetness spread over her lips, the unmistakable probing of his fingers forcing the head of his cock into her mouth. She was flooded with the familiar taste of his sperm, her tongue doing the job he had ordered her, racing from the head all the way down the shaft, her final act of submission. He pulled his cock from her mouth when it was clean, already semi-hard, Carrie hoping she wouldn't have to submit again, her body too exhausted.

Jessie was almost too gentlemanly, helping her dress, taking her to her car. Even a kiss as though they had just been on a date. He sped off as Carrie turned the engine on, putting the car into gear; the ache between her legs a reminder of what Jessie had done to her. Or what she had allowed him to do.

Two days later Carrie left the small town of Tybee Island, staying close to home until she left, not wanting to run into Jessie.





CHAPTER 4



Deep Thoughts and Online Experimentation



It had been six months since she had been home, the night with Jesse etched in her brain since then. She had tried to figure it out. At first she dismissed it as a wild night that meant nothing, a once in a lifetime occurrence, never to be repeated. But her dreams had become more erotic with each passing day, images that her mind had conjured up too vividly for her to ignore any longer. Even at work her mind would wander, simple things like a piece of rope would make her wet. Her mind raced at the thought of the rope around her wrists or on her legs, spreading them wide. On the weekends she began to surf the Internet, searching out the erotic sites, new words entering her vocabulary. BDSM, tops and bottoms, submissives and dominants, words that had no meaning to her before. She began to explore them, finding that the Internet held a world that few knew existed. She often found herself at her computer, a short skirt the only garment on her body, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her legs spread as if ordered by someone, her skirt hiked up to reveal her wet, red bush.

She gazed at the screen, a girl on the bed, a man over her, a black mask covering his face. His hard cock jutted out from his body, the girl's eyes opened wide in terror as he manhandled her body. Her little body was flipped over onto her stomach as if she didn't weigh an ounce. Carrie shivered in arousal when he took the rope and meticulously looped it around her slim wrists as she struggled to get away, she was no match for the powerful stranger. Her arms were tied behind her, thrust up high on her back, while the rope dug into her pale, white skin. A white cloth was wrapped around her head, the stranger turning her over to see the painful look on her face as she was forced onto her bound arms. Her lips were split by the cruel gag, tears already falling from her eyes to stain her lovely cheeks.

It almost looked like he was looking at Carrie, turning towards the screen, a grin on his face, one hand stroking his cock. He picked up another rope, tying one end around the girl's slim ankle, tying it tight before moving to the other. The girl tried to push away from him, her legs and thighs tightly clenched together as though she could prevent him from having his way with her. There was sheer terror on her face as he grabbed one of the ropes and began to pull it around the bed post, the girl's slim leg pulled to the side no matter how much she struggled. He moved to the other side, the girl trying to keep her other leg away from his hands, knowing once he grabbed the rope he would spread her and leave her open and vulnerable. He grabbed her ankle harshly, yanking her leg open as if she were a Thanksgiving turkey. He made short work of tying her other leg open, kneeling between her widely spaced legs. He looked at the screen again, as if he saw Carrie watching him, wanting her approval as he stroked his massive cock to erection.

Carrie's hand had long since slipped between her legs, two fingers rubbing up and down her drenched slit, her eyes still glued to the screen as the stranger slowly tore the clothes from the girl's body. He slapped her naked ass, the girl's head shooting up in silent protest, another slap making her white cheek turn red. The camera zoomed in close as the stranger spread her cheeks, enabling Carrie to make out her taut cheeks as she fought his powerful hands. The lens was only inches from the tiny speck of a hole that peeked out from between her rudely spread cheeks, a drop of spit falling from the strangers mouth to hit perfectly on the tiny hole. Carrie's fingers slid deep down her slit, not stopping at her pussy, her ass rising up from the chair until her finger touched her anus, a strange, fiery feeling racing to her brain.

The stranger had a hand on the girl's back, pinning her to the bed like a butterfly, one finger pressed hard against her anus. He had no trouble entering her, his finger powerful, the tiny hole wet from his saliva. Her body jerked and tried to move away, but she was no match for the stranger, his finger plunging unopposed into her anus until it was buried up to the knuckle. His hand twisted and turned his finger into the girl while she struggled to escape the cruel ravishment. The stranger was saying something to the girl, her head shaking from side to side in silent protest. He spit on his cock, wetting it, his hand gripping the massive weapon and placing it in the same place that his finger had just opened. He lay down on the girl, his large body covering her, his hand between them as he pressed his hips down.

The girl on the bed was jerking and twisting her hips to no avail, the stranger pressing hard into her, Carrie watching as the stranger impaled the girl with his cock into her virgin anus, her own finger fighting to enter her rectum at the same time. Carrie's other hand rubbed her pussy for all she was worth, slapping at her clit, the first tremors of an orgasm approaching in spite of the pain of her finger entering her rectum. Or maybe because of it, Carrie subjecting herself to the anal probing in spite of the strange feeling it gave her.

"Damn!" She shouted out too loudly as the screen went black, the video at its end.

No, it couldn't do that, Carrie was already feeling her orgasm slipping from her. She looked into the corner of the screen, the IM appearing almost immediately.

"Did u cum?"

Carrie was ready to lie, but she changed her mind. She typed in "No!" The message was from Controlher1@hotmail.com. She had met Bishop in a BDSM forum, Carrie was a virgin in this new realm. He had taken her under his wing, explaining many things that she never knew or could barely even fathom. He also warned her away from some of the more predatory members, the ones that would abuse her if given the chance. Carrie never mentioned the incident with Jesse to Bishop, preferring to keep her actual life a secret. "I thought it would be longer," Carrie trying to explain her lack of orgasm to Bishop. He had sent her the video clip, waiting patiently online while she watched it.

"What do you have on?" The screen lit up with the IM.

"Skirt," Carrie's fingers tapping back.

"Nothing else?"

"No," Carrie smirking at her response. She could only imagine his response, her mind conjuring up him sitting at his computer, his cock out and his hand stroking it.

"Tell me?"

She had done this with him before, Bishop making her describe what she was doing.

It always ended the same way, Bishop making her masturbate until she came, being sure to tell him all the details as she did. It was exciting, describing your most intimate moment to a complete stranger on the other side of the computer screen. While she was sure that some lied, Carrie didn't.

"My legs are spread slightly, my skirt hiked up high. My panties are in a puddle at my feet. The chair beneath me is wet." She waited for a moment after sending it.

"Describe your pussy."

"My bush is wet." She added. "My red bush," knowing that Bishop liked her red bush.

"My lips are puffy and slick." She peeled back her pussy lips to gaze at her pink insides.

"I'm so wet, I don't know why I didn't cum." She waited for a response, none forthcoming so she continued. "My clit is huge, red and swollen. I had pinched it as you like. Hard until it hurt." Bishop had taught her to abuse her own flesh, he was trying to get her to buy nipple clamps to put on her large nipples, but Carrie had not had the nerve yet. It wouldn't be like pinching them with your own fingers. When she released the clamps on her nipples they would bite into them with no regard to her pain.

"Your tits"

"They are naked, my nipples so swollen I can feel the blood rushing through them. I teased them, snapping my fingers across the tips until the pain rushed through my breasts. They only got harder." She waited for the next question.

"Clamps?"

She felt her face turning red in shame, in spite of being online. "No," ashamed at not being able to do what he asked her.

"If you were here I would whip you for not obeying."

"Yes Sir," Carrie already learning her place. She felt the sudden rush between her legs at the thought of being whipped by him.

"SPREAD YOUR LEGS WIDE FOR ME." His IM was demanding.

She hiked up her skirt higher so she could spread her legs without tearing it. She felt the cool night air blowing on her superheated pussy as her lips were pulled back wide.

"I'm so open you can see inside me." She hoped to please him.

"And your asshole. Can I see that also?"

Carrie scooted down in the chair, rising up higher until her anus shot back at her from the mirror beneath the desk. "I had a finger in my asshole when he sodomized her."

A happy face appeared on the screen from Bishop. Bishop didn't tell Carrie what the video was about, not finding out until it almost ended that it involved bondage and anal sex. Ever since that night with Jesse, she had explored her anus, finding it very erogenous. Bishop liked when she talked about it, Carrie ashamed the first time she described it in detail to him, looking at the mirror reflecting back the image as she typed her description to him. "It's pink and swollen from my finger. It burned when I first pushed it in."

"How far?"

"To the first knuckle. And then I twisted and turned it inside me. It gave me a strange feeling. It hurt and felt good all at the same time."

The IM response came back to her immediately. "Put that finger in your mouth and clean it. NOW!"

Carrie stared at the screen in disbelief. She hurriedly typed back. "The finger that was in my asshole!!!!!"

"You must always clean my cock. Even when it was in your asshole. Now do it and tell me about it."

He wanted her to suck her finger as if it were the stranger's cock that had sodomized the girl. She wished the movie kept going, wanting to see that, the girl's gag taken off, the rush of relief on her face only to be replaced in disgust as the strange shoved his dirty cock into her mouth. The girl would be forced to clean the cock that just emptied his sperm deep into her bowels. Carrie's hand moved in front of her face, able to smell the musky odor of her finger. She moved it closer to her mouth, gagging as it touched her lips. She took two deep breaths, trying not to vomit as her finger slid into her mouth. Her face crunched in disgust as the taste filled her mouth and covered her taste buds. She had no choice, her tongue running over it until she could no longer taste it. She gagged again as she swallowed her spit. She would never be able to do such a thing if it were really a cock that had fucked her in the ass, covered in shit and sperm.

"I almost threw up. It was tasted terrible. I didn't think I could do it." She sent that message and then added. "I wanted to please you."

Another happy face appeared on the screen. "Put your finger in your ass. As if it was my cock. And then masturbate until you cum. Don't take your finger out until you are done."

Would he make her clean her finger again? She had no choice, settling back into the chair, closing her eyes as she imagined Bishop in the room with her. Her mind conjured up the image, Carrie on the bed doggy style, Bishop behind her, spreading her legs until he was satisfied. He forced her ass up into the air until she looked like she was begging to be sodomized. He had a hand around her mouth to silence her scream as he entered her anus with his cock, Carrie's finger the substitute. It burned as she shoved it in deeper as if it were Bishop, not caring for her pain and discomfort, wanting only to feel the delectable pleasure of her virgin anus clinging to his cock as he buried it deep into her guts. Her other hand played hard with her pussy, three fingers shoved deeply inside her, able to feel the finger through the tiny wall that separated her rectum from her pussy. It felt strange, dually impaled as she was taken submissively.

The screen lit up. "I can feel the muscles of your asshole rippling along my cock.

Squeeze me with your asshole. Make me cum in your bowels."

Carrie tentatively squeezed the muscles of her rectum, a foreign feeling emerging as she felt the clenching on her invading finger. It made her tighter, her finger having a harder time moving in and out in mock sodomy. She pinched her clit as if it were Bishop doing it, her ass pushing back in protest, her anus forced harder onto her finger. "MMMMMM," she began to moan in pleasure. She began to hump her twin hands that invaded her body, up and down, her muscles clenching on them as if she could make them cum. The images of the video raced through her mind, the bound girl on the bed, spread eagle with the stranger on top of her. Carrie could barely image how much it would hurt to have a large cock in her anus, her finger was already unpleasant. She imagined it was her, Bishop pumping his cock in and out of her rectum, her stomach cramping from the thick flesh that invaded her bowels, forced to clench her muscles on it to make it cum. "EEEEEEHH,"

Carrie biting her lip as she came, afraid the neighbors would hear her. She shoved her finger deeper into her anus when the orgasm raced through her body, shaking and trembling as her pussy gushed her juices down her thighs to soak her hand that was under her ass. Her finger plunged in and out as she came a second time, almost feeling the hot juices that would flood her guts when Bishop spewed his sperm into her.

Carrie finally managed to type the words into the computer, her breasts were still heaving up and down and her sex was drenched in her juices. She had never cum so hard before, the orgasm completely draining her body. She described the details of her cumming to Bishop, the screen was blank as she sent the short messages, each with more details. She finally finished, gulping as she did the task. Her mouth sucked her soiled fingers, Carrie gagging as she complied with Bishop's unsaid order.

"I cleaned your cock," she boldly stated in her IM. "It tasted terrible. Your cock was soiled from being in my asshole. And covered with your salty, thick cum. I obeyed like a good little slut Master."

The screen lit up with happy faces, over twenty of them before they stopped. "I am pleased with you."

"Thank you Sir. Good night." Carrie didn't wait for a response, turning off the IM. She went to take a shower to clean the sperm from her body.





CHAPTER 5



Testing Her Boyfriend



This was one of the longest romances Carrie ever had, over six months and she was still with the same man. She had met William at work, Carrie an Assistant Editor for a small eclectic publisher of self-help books. William had an appointment to push a novel he was writing, a how-to book on selling on E-Bay. She was brought into the meeting by her boss. Ultimately William did not sign with her company, but he did call a month later and ask Carrie out to dinner. Carrie accepted.

William was from a small town in South Carolina. Handsome, intelligent, and ambitious, he was all that a girl would want in a husband. But Carrie still didn't know if she wanted a husband. She had reached a point in her short life where things were good.

After many years of mediocre jobs, she found a place where her opinions were respected and sought out. The pay was good, more than enough to live on and still have extra's that she had been denied since she ran away from home. She didn't need a man to take care of her. Her most urgent need was to discover what Jessie had unleashed in her a year ago. She had tried online and still indulged in frequent virtual sexual relations, but it left her wanting more. She longed for the touch of a real man on her, controlling her, taking his pleasure from her. All that she sought was far from what the modern women would want, the liberation of the female from the domination of the male. She experimented with the opposite, submission to man.

It was Saturday night, William picking her up at eight, always on time. He had kissed her as he did many other times, more of a greeting than passion. She was already dressed, a short black dress that clung to her figure, her red hair and white skin a sharp contrast that made her curves stand out even more. Even William noticed, Carrie feeling his cock stir against her when they kissed. Tonight's date would culminate in Carrie's bedroom as every Saturday night did.

They ate at Frankie's, the town's best steak restaurant; the place was crowded with the usual Saturday night crowd. William had a regular job as a stockbroker, but he was still trying to break into writing in his spare time. He told Carrie of the turmoil in the financial markets the last week and Carrie feigned interest in what he said. Dinner lasted about an hour and a half, more than enough time to catch the late show at the town's only theatre; the line was almost around the block by time they arrived. They found a seat just when the lights dimmed, William putting his arm around her, drawing her near her, Carrie enjoying snuggling against him. The movie was a chick flick; William let Carrie pick the movies.

William drew Carrie closer to him as he settled into the seat, the lights dimming. He was more interested in her than the movie, catching glimpses of her even in the darkness, the short dress stirring his manhood. His hand crept lower down off her shoulder, Carrie not attempting to stop him as his hand slid down and cupped her breast. His hand engulfed her firm flesh, his fingers seeking out her nipples. The tips never failed to harden from his touch, tonight was no exception. He heard her moan quietly, William glad that they sat far in the back, the row almost empty except for another set of lovers that were already embracing passionately. He leaned in close to her, his hand lifting her chin up, his lips pressing hard against her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His hand became more urgent on her breast, clenching and unclenching, feeling Carrie arching her back to force it into his hand.

William had never become this passionate at the movies. Maybe it was her dress, Carrie was glad that she bought it. He was already feeling up her breasts, Carrie enjoying the way his hands treated her almost harshly, two fingers pinching her nipples until they responded. It hurt and felt good at the same time, her thighs rubbing back and forth, wishing she could push her hand between her legs and touch herself. She was startled when his hand touched her face, turning her towards him, his lips pressing hard against her lips, taking her breath away as he smothered her mouth with his. His kiss was passionate, his tongue driving into her mouth, Carrie responding.

William's cock was hard, he was sure that he would not make it to Carrie's house without some relief. The dress had set him off. His hands roamed over her breasts, moving from one to the other, her nipples pushing out the front of the dress like hard pebbles, his fingers squeezing them tight. He was surprised when she thrust them out further into his hands. His mouth went to her neck, nibbling on her silky skin, tasting her perfume as he bit her. She squirmed but did little to stop him. His hand slid down to her legs, finding one naked leg, the short skirt doing little to hide anything. His hand slid between her thighs, pinching until she relented and spread her legs almost wantonly. His hand slid up and cupped her panty-covered mound, a sharp moan coming from Carrie. He squeezed her mound, feeling her body jerk, but her legs spread wider to allow him complete access to her sex.

His hands and mouth were everywhere; Carrie was unable to figure out where he would go next. She was surprised when his hand found her naked leg, pushing hard between her thighs, spreading them apart. She gasped in surprise when his hand suddenly shot up between her legs to cup her sex in a powerful grip. She almost came from his touch. He clenched on her sex, Carrie feeling his finger slide between her lips, pushing them aside ruthlessly. She could feel the juices flow from her pussy, sliding lower in the chair, her legs spread wantonly to allow him to explore her body.

William's cock was shoved hard against his pants, cramping it as it grew in desire. He reached over, grabbed one of Carrie's hands and put it into his lap on top of his cock. He curled her fingers around it. "Take it out and jerk me off," the words spilling out of his mouth before he realized what he said. He felt ashamed as soon as he heard them aloud, but Carrie's hands, both of them moving to unzip his pants, soon overpowered the shame.

Her movements were urgent, tearing through his pants, even opening up his belt and pants, peeling them back until her soft hands curled around his cock. God, he thought he would cum, fighting back the urge, clenching his muscles to quell the lust in his balls from spilling from his cock.

It was so not like William, Carrie finding her hand pushed into his lap, surprised by his order. Yes, order. He didn't ask her to jerk him off, he told her. She obeyed so willingly, her hands finding his naked cock, freeing it from the tight restraints of his pants. Her fingers curled around the hot flesh, Carrie finding his erection rock hard. She reached one hand between his legs to grip his balls, his hips rising up, her other hand beginning to glide up and down the thick shaft. She tightened her fingers over the ridge as her hand slid up the shaft. She didn't even care who could see them, she just wanted to please William.

She began to masturbate him, her soft hands sliding up and down his cock, gripping it as tight as her pussy would. He felt a shudder as some sperm leaked out the head of his cock, fighting the urge to cum. He pushed aside her panties, finding her naked sex already wet with desire. Two fingers entering her without resistance, a gasp from Carrie's lips as he impaled her, her hips rising up high. His thumb moved up her slit to attack her clit, slapping at the swollen bud. They were both lost in masturbatory fantasy, their hands skillfully bringing each other to the orgasms that they sought. Two fingers became three, sliding in and out of her as his cock would do. A perverse thrill ran through Carrie's body, as the sound of their lovemaking grew louder. She was going to cum in the theatre. And so was William, hearing him panting with desire.

The couple in the same row was watching them, but William was beyond help. He felt the tingle as his sperm raced up from his balls, Carrie's hand cupping his balls so lovingly, teasing the sperm from them. Her other hand raced up and down his cock, her fingers so tight, his precum making his cock slick enough for her to masturbate his cock faster. Her insides clenched on his fingers as they plunged in and out of her super heated pussy, Carrie began moaning loudly. He kissed her, his lips crushing hers as he tried to muffle the orgasms that raced through their bodies, William biting her tongue by accident when he came. He felt the sperm shooting from his cock, Carrie's hand bathed in his creme, the sound of her slick hand moving up and down shattering the peaceful quiet of the theatre.

She came just as he did, her hand covered with his hot sperm. She continued to make him cum again as her hand pumped his cock up and down. Her body shook, her thighs clenching together tightly, trapping William's fingers inside her, clenching her muscles tight on them as the orgasm raced through her body. William was rubbing her clit, pressing it hard into her pelvic bone with his thumb, triggering a second, more powerful orgasm in her. Luckily William had covered her mouth, her scream of pleasure smothered with his kiss.

William took his fingers out when her legs spread wider, releasing them from her hot pussy. Carrie had found some Kleenex, wiping the abundant sperm from his cock and her hand, giving William a few to wipe his fingers and her pussy before he delicately pushed her panties back over her pussy. She so adroitly put his cock back into his pants, his semi-rigid member easier to navigate. They didn't say a word, his arm returning to her shoulder, Carrie's head on his shoulder as they both relaxed and watched the rest of the movie as if nothing had happened.

They were quiet most of the way home, discussing the movie but saying little of their brief sexual encounter in the movies as if it really didn't happen. She made William a drink, the music coming softly from the speakers. She sat down next to him, noticing his lack of ardor, disappointed that he seemed to be satisfied with the hand job in the theatre. After some coaxing Carrie was able to get a rise out of William, literally and figuratively, her hands caressing it tenderly. He seemed to get more interested, slipping the dress from her as Carrie stood in front of him, standing in her bra and panties. He got up, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. She lay down on the bed, William taking his time to undress, his cock pushing out his boxer shorts as he climbed into bed.

William was more tired than sexually aroused, but he knew that Carrie still wanted lovemaking tonight. He slipped her bra off, his mouth finding her nipples, sucking gently on each one, his hand stimulating the other. Her hand took his cock out, William feeling it jerk in pleasure as her fingers curled around it and began to masturbate it up and down.

His hand slipped down over her stomach, Carrie's legs spreading as his fingers slid into the tight panties, his hand finding her naked sex still wet. He rolled the panties down her legs, throwing them aside. He spread her legs open, his fingers playing up and down her slit, pushing aside her puffy lips to rub her inner lips almost clinically, his fingers exploring every inch of flesh. He mounted her, Carrie's hands guiding his cock inside her, her legs coming around his back to pull him inside her. He began to rhythmically fuck her, his hands exploring her breasts the way she liked.

It felt good to have William inside her belly, but it was such a disappointment from the brief encounter earlier in the theatre. He seemed more interested in finishing than arousing her, his cock fucking her almost mechanically. She faked an orgasm when he came, tightening her legs around him, drawing him in as she puffed loudly in pleasure. He didn't seem to notice or to care. Ten minutes later he was asleep, Carrie's mind was still going over the details of how he had taken her in the theatre. It was almost as if he were a different person than the one that snored softly beside her.





It was two weeks later; Carrie was still unable to put it out of her mind. She wanted the man that took her in the theatre, forcing her to masturbate him, his hands harsh on her nipples and clit. The man that took his pleasure with her by force. She had decided, setting out the props on the nightstand beside the bed. The bed that they would be in tonight.

They were both naked, a small lamp illuminating the room. William reached over and began to play with her breasts. Softly. She abruptly stopped him, reaching over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, and taking out the four strands of rope that she had cut and neatly piled up. She turned to him and said it before she changed her mind. "Tie me up." Her heart stopped beating, her breathing ragged as she waited for his response. She looked into his eyes and saw the shocked look etched on his face.

William wasn't sure what she said, but the rope in her hands left little doubt in his mind what she wanted. She wanted him to tie her up. He didn't know what to say, the revelation was so abrupt. He had never done such a thing, never even contemplated such a thing. She handed him the rope, William taking it, not knowing what else to say or do.

She lay back on the bed; her arms stretched high up to the headboard, one to each corner. He watched as her firm breasts pulled up high, her nipples sharp and pointing toward the ceiling. He got out of the bed, moving to the headboard, taking the first length of rope. He tied one end around her wrist, careful not to make it too tight. He tied the other end to the bedpost that stood up majestically on the bed. He moved to the other side, her arm outstretched, waiting for him to tie it. He did it again, this time the rope even looser.

He looked down at her, almost ashamed of himself as she tugged on the ropes as if she were trying to free herself from him.

William didn't seem to have it in him, the rope barely tight enough to hold her, Carrie having to be careful that her wrists didn't slip out of the rope. He got up from the bed, the last two ropes in his hands, but he didn't fathom what he should do with them. "Tie my legs open." She spread her legs when he was at the foot of the bed, her pussy opening up to his eyes as he stared up between her naked thighs. He tied her first ankle to the bedpost. He moved to the other side, but barely glimpsed up between her legs as if he were ashamed of himself. He gripped her other ankle, tying the rope around it, the knot tightening. He pulled the other end of the rope towards the far bedpost.

"Is that too far? Does it hurt?" William was worried that he was too rough with her.

Carrie lost her lust with his comments. It was not what she had expected, she was sure that she couldn't get William to be what she wanted him to be. He would be a good father and a loving husband, but her sex life would be contained to pure vanilla sex. He tried, climbing on her, his hands playing across her bound and spread body, but he was too gentle, too caring. He fucked her, again Carrie feigning an orgasm as he came in her.

He was almost apologetic as he took the ropes off her. His decision was final, throwing the ropes in the trash can, curling up to her lovingly that night.

William couldn't understand Carrie, her sudden urge to be bound. He tried, but it was immoral to tie up a girl and take advantage of her, ashamed as he tried to perform to her expectations.

They continued to date for almost a month, however, they began to grow distant.

Their lovemaking on Saturday night stopped after two weeks; Carrie was not even sure who stopped it, William, or her. It really didn't matter. Their dates became more sporadic, telephone calls becoming infrequent. Suddenly it dawned on Carrie that it was Saturday night and she didn't have a date. William was gone from her life; Carrie began going back to the Internet for her sexual relief. Even a virtual Bishop was better than a real William.





CHAPTER 6



Her Mother Passes Away Suddenly



The telephone woke her up, Carrie looking nervously at the clock. Three A.M. That was a bad sign; no one calls at this time of day unless it was bad news. Carrie picked it up, glad that she heard her mother's voice. "Hello Mom." Maybe she was lonely. Or drank too much and just wanted to talk to someone.

"I'm going in the hospital today for some tests Carrie." Her voice sounded nervous and halting. As though she was trying to hide something.

"What kind of tests? And why are you just calling me today?" Carrie didn't like hospitals. They were full of sick people and some died there.

"The Doctor found some spots on an X-ray. And I haven't been eating well for the last couple of weeks." Her mother lied to Carrie. It had been months since she had stomach problems, always putting it aside. Just nerves, she thought or bad food. It will go away.

But it didn't, it grew worse, finally passing out and being rushed to the hospital. Her excessive vomiting had made her lightheaded, finally passing out and banging her head on the floor. They released her from the hospital last week after she put up a big stink, with the promise that she would come in for tests in a few days. Today was the day, putting off telling Carrie as long as possible.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I should make it this afternoon." Carrie's mind raced to all the things that she would have to do to get there.

"It's just tests for two days. Then I can go home. Finish up the week and come and visit me on the weekend. It'll be good to see you again. At home, not in the hospital. I know how much you hate hospitals."

"Are you telling me the truth?" Carrie had doubts, remembering how her mother looked two years ago. She had gotten old, Carrie never seeing her look that bad before.

"Promise. You can call me everyday. I'm going to be okay. I'll live to be a hundred."

She didn't want Carrie to see her like this. By the weekend, they would find out what was wrong with her and then it would be easier to tell Carrie.

"Okay, if you're sure. I'll call you tonight at Seven O'clock. And I'll be there on Friday after dinner. I'll drive down." She paused for a moment. "I love you." She hadn't said that to her mother in a long time.

"I love you too Carrie." Tears began to form in her eyes. "Now go back to sleep. I'll talk to you tonight.

Carrie didn't sleep the rest of the night, worried about her mother. She went to work, but began to get everything out of the way. Her boss would let her work from her mother's; most work could be done by e-mail and by computer now, only necessary that she be in the office when clients came in. By three o'clock in the afternoon, Carrie had arranged everything, expecting to leave tonight after dinner to drive to her mother's. She would surprise her in the hospital that night.





Her cell phone rang at four o'clock, Carrie looking up at the clock while it continued.

She picked it up, the stranger's voice on the other end was trying to be compassionate, but could do little to stop the flow of tears that streamed down Carrie's face. Her mother had died thirty minutes ago, Carrie still trying to understand all the facts as she sat in her office, unable to even go home in spite of her boss's insistence. Her mother had lied to her, her condition more serious, the tests were more invasive, with risks that her mother failed to tell her. Carrie could do little to blame her. Or herself, she would have never made it even if she had left the first thing that morning. Now the trip back home would be to bury her mother. Carrie had never felt so alone in her life. She regretted not having a man in her life that she could fall back on, someone to console her, to take care of her in her hour of need.

The trip back home was nice, the weather starting to turn a bit cooler after the oppressive summer heat and humidity. She had the top down on her Miata, her hair covered with a black baseball hat, her red hair pulled through the opening in the back to blow in the breeze. She knew it would be a pain to get the kinks out of her hair, but she did enjoy the sun in spite of her fair complexion. She had worn a white sun dress, a generous amount of cleavage revealed, her legs bare almost to her crotch, the dress hiked up high on her legs. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, loving the way men would look at her as they drove by, some of them slowing down to ride along side of her for as long as possible. If they only knew that secretly she was naked under the sundress, her legs spread slightly, her sex naked, the cool air blowing up under her dress. She found that the trip went faster; her body aroused every mile of the way. She neared Tybee Island, the thought of her mother back in her head, a sadness falling back into place. She drove through the town, passing the police station. Carrie had called the police station before she left home; finding out that Jessie had left about four months ago, the officer she talked to friendly, telling her that he left for a job in Charleston. Carrie was relived and disappointed.

She pulled the car into the driveway of her mother's house, the sun just starting to set.

It was different then the last time she was home, a new house was built close to her mother's house. She must have sold part of the land. In comparison to her mother's house, it was contemporary, wide expanses of glass from floor to ceiling, extensive decks all around it, not the usual ocean cottage. It was a beautiful spot, the ocean just one hundred fifty steps away, the sound of the waves lapping onto the beach always so soothing to Carrie. Carrie got out of the car, pulling the top up to keep the damp night air out of the car. She grabbed her bags from the trunk, making two trips to get them all inside. It was almost as if she brought all of her clothes with her, as if she was not going to leave Tybee Island. Her boss, Melissa had agreed to let Carrie work from there as long as she wanted. Both of them connected electronically in more than one way.

Carrie looked around the house, her mother had never been a neat person, a trait that Carrie didn't inherit. It would take Carrie two days to clean the place, but she needed to stay busy. The funeral would be Friday, the day Carrie was suppose to have come down to visit her mother. It would be a small affair, her mother stayed mostly to herself, including relatives. She wanted her ashes to be spread on the ocean she loved so well. She turned on the lights as she walked around the small cottage, two bedrooms and one bath. It wasn't so much the inside space as it was the outside, a large patio that looked out onto the blue Atlantic Ocean that made it so nice. She didn't even notice that eyes were following her every movement.

The car pulling in broke the usual silence that pervaded his home. He had been expecting it. Lila had died this week. James had bought the large lot next to her house a year ago, building his own house on it. He knew she had not been in the best of health, but she kept to herself, a trait James appreciated. He spent so much time here instead of the large house he had in Asheville North Carolina, high up in the mountains. There he had complete privacy in his gated house, free of curious neighbors where his friends and he could indulge in their lifestyle, but Tybee Island is where he did most of his writing. He had to give up some of the privacy for the visual exploration his mind could indulge in at a beach community, where young girls and women paraded their half naked bodies without reservation. And he had always found volunteers to indulge his senses, visual stimulation to a famous author was a reward by itself. He peeked out the window, pulling back the curtain to see the small convertible pull in. It was starting to get dark, but her body was unmistakable, the white dress shimmering as she got out of the car, his eyes drawn to the wide expanse of naked leg as she shamelessly swung her legs out wide to get out of the cramped car. His eyes were drawn between her parted thighs, his imagination filling in the blanks that the darkness hid from his eyes. Was she not wearing panties? She stood up, taking off the baseball cap, shaking her hair back and forth until the deep red hair swung back and forth. A redhead, his cock beginning to thicken at the way her breasts swung free beneath the dress, unrestrained by a bra. And this would be Carrie. He watched her secretly as she unpacked the car, her ass pushed back as she dug the suitcases out of the small trunk. He followed her from room to room, the lights going on, able to make out her body much better in the harsh lights of the rooms. He was disappointed when the blinds began to close. His mind was already conjuring up a place for a redhead in his latest novel. His cock stirred to hardness.

Carrie walked outside, the night already turning cool. She had put away some of her things, but needed to stretch after the long drive. She put on a pair of shorts and halter top, sure that she wouldn't run into anyone on the beach. It was only eight, but the sun had already set, darkness setting in. She walked to the edge of the water, taking off her tennis shoes, walking barefoot in the shallow water. She inhaled the clean air, the water lapping gently at her feet. She began to walk, already feeling better. It was after nine when she returned, not even noticing that her every movement was being watched with such intensity.





Carrie filled the next two days with things to take her mind off the funeral. She finished the arrangements; her mother would like her final sendoff. Friday night Carrie would spread her Mother's ashes on the receding tides. The house began to take on Carrie's character. She had spent a lot of money, buying new linens, towels, dishes, all the things that the old items would have reminded of her mother. She kept some of her pictures on the wall, though she did put them all in the second bedroom, a room that was now her office. She didn't especially like the pictures; her mother had liked them so that was good enough for Carrie. She needed something personal to keep her mother's memory alive.

The house became alive in color, the drab colors gone for reds, blues, blacks and whites.

A new mattress and box springs and Carrie now claimed the main bedroom for her own.

The cottage was small, so Carrie spent over a thousand dollars putting up one wall of mirrors in each room, mirrors making any small room seem much larger. And Carrie also knew that the mirrors fed her exhibitionism, smiling back at her own naked body reflected back from the bedroom wall.

She looked often at the house next door, seeing the red Mercedes in the driveway, then gone, but Carrie never saw the owner. At night, some of the lights would come on, but the curtains shielded the owner's privacy. She still had not seen the owner, but she somehow felt his presence, sensing that he was watching Carrie. Nonsense, she thought.

It was just her vivid imagination or maybe just her wishful thinking.





Carrie stood at the door of the small chapel, already paying her last respects to her mother. She greeted the small number of people that came, not recognizing any of them.

It had been a long time since she lived on Tybee Island.

James saw her standing in the doorway. She wore a black dress, long, past her knees but it did little to hide her luscious body. It contrasted sharply with her red hair and pale white skin. His cock grew hard, James trying to contain his lust. There would be time for that later. He waited patiently while Carrie talked to a little old lady.

Carrie looked up, surprised to see the handsome man walking towards her. He was dressed in a dark black suit, a grey pullover highlighting his taut chest. He seemed to be out of place with the other guests, maybe he was in the wrong chapel.

"Carrie?" His hand was already outstretched as he said her name. He took her hand in his firm grip, seeing the surprised look on her face. "My condolences about your mother.

She was a fine woman though I didn't know her long. I'm sure you will miss her dearly." He didn't release her hand, his other hand clasping over the two, feeling the softness of her skin.

"Thank you. It was rather quick. Too quick." Carrie stammered, his hands holding hers and confusing her, his grip so powerful. "How did you know my mother?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew. I bought the lot from her and built my house on it." He squeezed her hand tighter. "I'm your neighbor."

So, this was the mystery neighbor that she hadn't seen since she came home two days ago. "I didn't catch your name." He still held her hand as if he didn't want her to leave. Not that she wanted to. It had been a while since a man's hand had excited her.

And he was exciting her.

James was staring blatantly at her beauty, her skin flawless. Her green eyes sparkled in spite of the circumstances and the red lipstick made her mouth so much more sensual.

He looked down her body, making no excuse for his eyes. "I'm sorry. James. I meant to stop at your house sooner to introduce myself, but I'm sure that you have been busy.

Tybee Island residents are usually more sociable."

He was looking at her with lust in his big brown eyes. And Carrie craved the attention.

He must be mid forties, twenty years her senior, but it did little to dampen her arousal. She regretted it when he let go of her hand, still able to feel his powerful grip. His eyes roamed her body, Carrie subtly throwing back her red hair, thrusting out her chest as if she were parading for him. "Tybee Island residents are usually nosier, not sociable. I lived here many years ago. A small town run by the locals. No room for anyone that doesn't fit the mold."

James laughed loudly, some of the others looking up to see what the commotion was.

"Of course you are right. I was trying to be polite. I'm still an outsider even though I've lived here for over a year. Don't get me wrong, I like that. I think you will find that the town has changed. The locals still run it, but there is a group of people that are different from the rest and like it that way. I think you will find Tybee Island much more liberal now, than when you were here before. More open to new ideas and lifestyles." James had to shut up, he was sounding too much like a paid political message for the liberal cause. "I hope you plan to stay for a while. I think you would brighten up this drab community. Put some new life in it."

Carrie liked him already. He seemed to have already found a home in Tybee Island, something Carrie never did. "I have no plans to leave for a while. I have a job where I can work electronically from anywhere. I've done some fixing up of the house," Carrie was trying not to say her "mother's house" any longer. "And I do love the ocean." Carrie paused for a moment. "But I still need convincing that Tybee Island has another side to it."

Another guest walked in the door and headed in Carrie's direction.

James knew that they would soon be interrupted. "How about if I take you to dinner Sunday night? I have some plans tomorrow night that I can't break, but I would love to tell you more about Tybee Island." He paused letting his words sink in. "After all, we will be neighbors."

She smiled at back at him, certain that he had plans for Saturday night. Someone that handsome didn't stay home by himself, she was sure that all of the eligible and some of the ineligible women on the island had their eyes set on him. She noticed that he wore no ring, not even an unmistakable tan line was on his finger. How could someone like that still be single? "I would love to," Carrie said smiling at him sexily. The older couple was only a foot away. "Eight o'clock?"

"Yes, I'll pick you up," smiling as he said it. "I think I know where you live. It was nice meeting you. And again, my condolences." He took her hand again for a brief second and then let if go, feeling the electricity race though their hands. He walked away as Carrie already began to speak to the new couple.





The day was finally over, Carrie making the final trip down to the ocean, sprinkling her mother's ashes into the receding surf. She felt a relief that it was over, sadness and loneliness still filled her. She passed James' house on the way home, the lights were out, the blinds were down and his car was nowhere in sight.

The next day she spent exploring the beach, lying out in the sun for a while, making sure that she didn't burn her sensitive skin. She walked for miles, feeling good just to listen to the gentle rhythm of the surf. She went into town for lunch, sitting outside at a lovely bistro on Butler Street, catching a glimpse of Rascal's bar where she met Jessie two years ago. The vivid thoughts of the bondage in the jail rushed to her brain and between her legs, Carrie still masturbating to that night often. Her disappointment was with William, failing to get him to let her explore the feelings manifested with him that night in the theater. She had long given up hope for that reality; instead it always thrust itself into her fantasies.





CHAPTER 7



Don't be Surprised by What you See when you Peep



They say you shouldn't be surprised by what you see when you peep. After all, they were trying to hide it from your prying eyes. An axiom that Carrie would soon learn all too well.

Carrie looked out her window when she heard the car pull into the driveway next door.

She peeked around the corner, not wanting to be so obvious. It was James, pulling in, putting the top up on his car. He went into the house, the blinds closing on all the windows in spite of it not even being dark yet. Strange, Carrie thought. She had no plans for the night, picking up a DVD at the local rental store, some popcorn ready to be made. She sat in the living room, her blinds open, able to see James' closed up house. She popped the popcorn and turned on the DVD just as it got dark. She still didn't close her blinds, no need to, James had his closed. It wasn't as if she was doing anything more then watching a movie and not a very good one at that.

It was nine o'clock, Carrie looking at her watch when she saw the headlights pull into James' driveway. She turned off her television, plunging the room into darkness as the car stopped, Carrie peering out from the dark room. Carrie couldn't understand it, an almost possessive attitude overtaking her. She only had a dinner date with James tomorrow night and she was already watching him like a stalker. Was she that bored with her life that she had to follow someone else's?

Carrie recognized her when she stepped out of the car. She had seen her twice today. She was the cashier at the local grocery store. They had exchanged pleasantries but that was the extent of it. She looked different than when Carrie saw her. Gone was the long apron and the hair pulled back into a ponytail. She looked all together different now, Carrie getting up to peer from the corner of the window. She was glad that James' porch light came on to brighten the driveway, obviously James was expecting her. He could make her out better now. She was a couple of inches shorter then Carrie, about five feet five inches. She must be about twenty-two or three, not much younger than Carrie. She had blonde hair, which undoubtedly was partly bleached by the sun and partly bleached by the bottle. She was wearing a rather conservative white button down blouse with a blue scarf around her neck. The plaid schoolgirl skirt was far from conservative, the hem cut high up her thighs, the material molded over her hips and ass. She wore sneakers and black knee socks. This was not attire for a date. The mystery surrounding her neighbor deepened. Who was this man that was going to take her to dinner tomorrow night?

James turned on the outside lights when he heard the car approaching. It was Candy, on time, James never sure that the girls would show up, though he never had one change her mind. After all, it was a big step for them. A giant leap of faith.

Four Days Earlier He had nurtured the relationship with Candy for over two months. He had been in town long enough for the gossip to spread. Most knew he was a writer and that he kept his pen name secret, many trying to guess who he was. They knew he was famous or at least thought they knew. There were subtle hints that James dropped to a select few. All of them beautiful girls that looked at him with molten eyes. He wrote romance. If that didn't offend them, he added erotica. To many of them that peaked their interests. It was surprising how many of his readers were younger girls and women. Obviously, boys failed to satisfy their inner fantasies, a place where James knew exactly what turned on many of them. In this age of women's liberation, many wanted to be controlled, to be taken without consent. Forced to perform sexually for the satisfaction of others. After many months of short conversations with Candy, he took her to lunch one day, her interest piqued by their candid talks.

"So you write erotica?" Candy crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs tight. She had been playing a game with James for over a month, he had been teasing her with what he did. "Bondage?" She said the word quietly as if everyone was trying to hear their conversation.

"Does that excite you?" He could hear it in her voice. A slight tremble when she said the word.

"Yes," she hated to admit it but she had begun to get on the Internet, checking out the novels on Fictionwise.com. Under erotica, BDSM was one of the best selling topics. She read some of them, instantly recognizing James' books. They were unmistakably his, James was always the main male character.

"My novels require a lot of research. It is difficult to describe some of the scenes from memory. In most cases, I have the idea of the novel in my head; it's just a matter of putting it down on paper. If you read any of my novels, you notice that I am detailed. Very detailed," highlighting his words.

"I know. You describe both the male and female characters and what they are feeling.

That is what makes your novels so exciting. I often wondered how you could do it with such precision." She knew where James was heading, or at least she hoped she knew. "I have heard rumors." Her pussy was drenched as the words came out of his mouth.

"They are all true; otherwise we both wouldn't be here. I am always looking for willing girls that want to explore BDSM. It takes a special girl. I don't want someone experienced in it, preferring bondage virgins. I study their faces during the encounter, the sounds they make, the way their bodies move and most of all their orgasms. You will feel the pleasure that bondage can give you, but you will also feel the pain."

Her eyes opened wide. "Pain?" She hadn't thought of that. Sure, there would be discomfort, her arms and legs bound. But pain.

"There is a fine line between pain and pleasure while sexually aroused. Have you ever scraped your fingernail over your nipple while aroused? Or had a boy pinch your nipples too hard during lovemaking?"

She nodded in agreement. She hadn't thought of it that way. Yes, there was the tingle of pain, but it was quickly erased by the pleasure of the moment. "Can I stop at anytime?"

"No. It is about submission. You can only surrender it once." He could see it in her eyes, her mind racing as she contemplated all of the things he said. "My research is essential to the success of my books. For that I do pay well. For one night of submission, I will pay a willing candidate $1,000.00. I could hire a hooker for less money, but I want the innocence of someone experiencing it for the first time. And I do not use the same person a second time."

A thousand dollars was a lot of money to a grocery clerk, but she felt a twinge of doubt. It was almost as if she were a hooker. She looked at him, strong hands, almost feeling them on her body. It had been a while since she had a boy, Tybee Island not where the boys stayed once they grew old enough to leave. It was a once in a lifetime decision. "When?"

He hooked her. "Saturday night at my house. Eight o'clock and I expect you on time. I will give you clothes to wear. I like a certain look depending on my novel at the time. Now stand up."

She stood up instantly, James looking at her, his eyes looking at her body, Candy almost afraid to think what his mind was conjuring up that he would do to her.

"Very nice body. Do you perform oral sex?"

The question threw her, not expecting it in the middle of a restaurant. "Yes."

"Have you taken a cock down your throat?"

Her eyes opened wide. "No," her voice trembling. Was he making up a list of things he would do to her?

"Ever been sodomized?"

She had never contemplated that. She just thought about being tied up. She began to feel a bit scared of Saturday night. But it added to the arousal she felt as she imagined James over her, naked, his cock demanding satisfaction from her mouth. And her ass.

She would have no choice in the matter, his pleasure would be the only criteria. "No."

"Have you been tied up?"

"Only by myself." She added. "Yesterday."

So she had tried bondage on herself. She would find it much different with someone else in control. "Spanked?"

"Only as a child."

"Sit back down. Enjoy your lunch." He looked at her directly in her eyes. "Keep your legs spread for me. I want to imagine the treasures between them."

She spread her legs, her skirt pulling back wide. She was sure that if anyone looked at her they would see up her skirt, but she wouldn't deny James. Not now and not Saturday night. They had an enjoyable lunch, but Candy was on edge, wanting to hurry home and masturbate. As they were leaving the restaurant, James gave her one last order.

"I don't want you to cum until I tell you. Do you understand me?" He put his hand under her chin until she looked into his eyes. He could see her eyes pleading with him. He knew that she was extremely aroused. If he touched her now she would cum in a minute.

He wanted her on edge Saturday night, making it much easier to entice her into the perverse acts she would be required to perform.

"Yes." She hated to say it, but she felt that he would know if she disobeyed.

"Call me Sir. Or Master." His hand went down to the front of her blouse, making sure no one saw him. He squeezed her nipple, seeing her clench her lips as his fingers found her swollen tip with such ease.

She almost came when he squeezed her nipple, his powerful fingers finding the harden bud and squeezing so tight it felt like it was in a vise. "Yes Sir," not able to say the word Master. She felt the blood rush back into her nipple when he released it, the blood pounding hard. He left her, her emotions running rampant. Only four days until Saturday.

Four days to go without cumming.

Saturday Night James opened the door for Candy before she knocked, his cock growing in length as he gazed at her lush body. She looked sexy in the schoolgirl outfit. "Come in."

She was nervous as she entered, the finality of the door closing behind her making her nerves jangle. James was dressed in black slacks and a black tee shirt. She could make out the muscles in his arms along with his taut abs. Her gaze went lower, seeing his cock etched on the too tight pants. She didn't know whether to run away or fall to her knees and take his cock out and suck it. James handed her the crisp hundred dollars bills, ten of them, without saying anything, Candy putting them in her purse without comment.

She was now officially paid for her services. Now all she had to do was perform them, but first she had to learn what they were.

James sat down in the chair, motioning Candy over next to him. She stood in front him, his eyes studying her body, contemplating what he would do to her first. He could see the nervousness in her, her body tense. He liked that, much more realistic for his novels.

She shouldn't have done it but she did. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy, curiosity, or just plain boredom. Carrie found herself sneaking around outside like a spy, slipping into James' bushes to get close to the living room window. She could see the bright light shining from the edge, Carrie silently stepping through the shrubs to get a better inside view. The blinds didn't fit very well, at least a one-inch gap on the side. Candy could see all of the room. Candy was standing in front of James, her hands at her sides, James sitting up in the chair as if he were inspecting her. What was he going to do?

She was dressed extremely sexy in the short skirt, a wide expanse of naked thigh revealed. "Come closer," James making her stand between his spread legs, his hands outstretched. He felt her body tremble when his hands touched her hips, holding her still.

"Your hands." It was an order, Candy obeying without question even when he picked up the wrist cuffs. He fitted the black leather cuff around her first wrist, tightening it, wanting to make certain it was secure. The metal clip hung down from the side. They could be secured to each other, the ankle cuffs, or any other object to keep Candy from moving her limbs. He put the other one on, letting her put her arms down. 'Your leg. Hold onto the edge of the chair and lift one leg so I can put the ankle cuff on."

The leather cuffs were tight on her wrist. She began to be afraid. She had made it easy to secure her. Unable to defend herself from whatever he wanted to do. But it was the same thing that excited her, James able to use her in any manner he wanted, the unknown so forbidden, especially in a small town like Tybee Island. She balanced one arm on the chair behind her, lifting up her leg until James' hand wrapped around her ankle. Her short skirt pulled up high, but that was the least of her problems, she was sure that James would soon be gazing at more than her panties.

James held her leg, pulling it up higher until her panties were revealed. Yes, he liked that, pure white panties. His hands slid up her leg until he reached her silky thighs. He squeezed the firm flesh, almost able to smell the sweet scent of her arousal, eager to taste her young pussy. His hand slid up higher until his fingers rubbed close to the edge of her panties, plucking an errant hair that pushed out of the white panties. He was glad she didn't shave her pussy, he enjoyed a full bush. It made her pussy so much more exciting, the dark hairs attempting to hide her sex from his eyes. That is what excited him so much with Carrie. His mind conjured up her luxurious red bush, his fingers running through the silky tendrils. "Your pussy is already wet." He still didn't touch her, preferring to keep her on edge as long as possible. His hand moved back down, securing the ankle cuff around her leg. "The other." She complied obediently, her leg held up higher as if she wanted to please James. Her skirt was pulled up high, his hand exploring her other thigh, teasing along the other edge of her panties, a wet spot now predominate on the front of them. He could make out her slit, the panties pushed in between her lips, her moist insides making the thin panties stick to her flesh.

"Yes Sir, I am," shamed to admit it, but it was turning her on more than she could have imagined. He took possession of her in a way that no boy had ever done. She found her wrists and ankles fitted with leather cuffs, ready to secure her in tight bondage. And she was sure she would cum if he touched her in the slightest bit. She watched as James stood up, her breathing stopped. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it ready to burst from her chest.

"Bend over," his hand on her back already guiding her into the position he wanted.

"Way down. Grab your ankles with your hands." James kneeled down, securing the clip of her wrist cuff to the corresponding ankle cuff. When both were secured, he stood up. She began to bend her knees to crouch down. "NO!" He slapped her ass hard. "Back straight, legs extended. Keep that lovely ass pushed out for me." Another sharp crack on her ass cheek was all that was needed to keep her in line. He stood behind her, her short skirt had ridden up high, high up over her panties, revealing a wide expanse of white thighs as well as a nice plump ass. "Very lovely ass Candy." His finger began to explore the taut cheeks of her ass, her white, virginal panties pulled tightly over her cheeks. She was a sexy sight, her ass pushed back in an offering to him.

The blood rushed to her head as James bent her over. She felt the burning as his hand struck her ass, putting her back in the awkward position, her short skirt riding high up, Candy knowing her ass was almost fully exposed. She tugged on the wrist cuffs, secured tightly to her ankles, the leather digging painfully into her flesh, a reminder of her helplessness. She felt so vulnerable in this position, remembering vividly James' question about whether she had been sodomized. She shivered when his hands explored her flesh, running unopposed over her buttocks. Even with her panties protecting her, she felt little safety as his hands became more insistent. She felt his fingers push her panties between her crack, the uncomfortable feeling, as they stayed pushed between her cheeks. His finger ran up and down her crack, from the bottom of her pussy, all the way up until it ran over her anus, a shiver running through her body as her tiny hole went into a series of spasms from the rude fondling. She had never felt anything like it before, never believing that her backside was so sensual, but she couldn't resist the fiery feeling that emanated from it. His hands pushed aside her panties from her cheeks, tucking it in her crack until both cheeks were bare. "EEEEHHH," another crack on her ass, this time harder on her skin naked. His fingers would caress her, teasing her into a false sense of security, the quietness suddenly broke by another spank on her naked ass.

James warmed up her ass, alternating from spanking her cheeks, a pink glow on the naked cheeks now, to caressing her crack, paying special attention to the hot, little hole that pulsated beneath the thin panties. He knew that no one had ever touched her there before, tiny gasps from her lips each time his finger touched her so intimately. He left his finger pressing on her hole, feeling the spasms as he pushed hard. He kneeled down behind her, his hands between her thighs, pressing outward. "Spread your legs for me Candy." Her legs shuffled wider, his hands urging more until he was happy with the wide spread of her legs. Her panties were pulled tight, James able to make out every crevice and crack beneath them, from her pussy all the way to her anus.

Her panties dug between her cheeks painfully, but she spread her legs like a wanton whore, wanting to please James. She was on the edge of cumming, needing just a touch on her pussy but James teased her, each time bringing out a new sensation in her, from the spanking on her buttocks to the finger that probed her anus. She wished he would take out his cock and take her from behind, thrusting so deep inside her belly that he would take her breath away. "MMMMM," his tongue explored her naked buttocks, leaving a wet, cool trail as they traversed from the edge of her hips all the way to her crack, circling so close to her anus, hearing him inhale her scent. She was ashamed, his tongue so close to such an obscene place, but it didn't seem to bother him. Would he eat her pussy? While she was bound?

James held her hips as they began to dance erotically when he tongued her buttocks.

He made his tongue rigid, running it so close to her anus that he could taste her tangy fragrance. She tried to squirm away from him, but the bondage gave her little room to escape whatever he wanted to do to her. With her legs spread wide, he dipped his head, down between her spread thighs to lap at the tender area where her thighs met her pussy, smelling her increased arousal. He licked from the front, all the way to the back, his tongue making broad strokes across the wide expanse of naked flesh.

Carrie couldn't see all of it, but she knew that James' head was between Candy's legs. Her wide spread and bound legs. She could see the way Candy tried to move, it wasn't to escape the tongue, but to get it closer to her. Was James eating her pussy?

Carrie felt a twinge of jealousy, a foreign feeling. She hadn't even been on a date with James and she was jealous of the attention Candy was receiving. In spite of her being bound. Carrie's mind raced with thoughts of the way Jessie had bound her and taken her without her consent, just as James was doing to Candy. And of William's refusal to allow Carrie to explore the strange emotions that raced through her body. One hand absently slipped down between her legs, her fingers slipping under her skirt before she realized what she was doing. She spread her legs, as if James had ordered her, her fingers already exploring her wet pussy.

James got up, but not before he unclipped Candy's hands from her ankles. "Get up slowly, stretch your back." He didn't want her to hurt herself; he had much more bondage he would put her through before the night was over. He watched as she straightened her back, his eyes on her tits as she pushed them out brazenly. He walked behind her, moving in close, pressing his cock against her ass, his hands holding her hips until she grew comfortable with him pressed against her buttocks. His hands began to roll her hips gently, back and forth, enjoying the light touch of her buttocks against his thick cock. "Do you like that Candy?" He pushed a little harder against her ass.

She didn't think it would be that big, but she felt the presence of his cock against her buttocks. She began to rub her ass against it, just like he wanted, a slow, sensual masturbation. She felt it jerk and throb beneath her, wishing it was inside her. Wishing she could grip it with her pussy until he came inside her. She arched her back when his hands slid up her hips, sliding along her sides, Candy fighting the urge to giggle as it tickled. She looked down just in the nick of time to see his large hands ready to engulf her upthrust breasts, Candy moaning softly when his hands gripped her tits. God, it felt good, his hands moving, clenching and unclenching on her flesh, Candy feeling her nipples harden beneath her bra from his touch. She leaned back on him, her hips still sliding side to side on his cock his fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse, Candy watching James strip her naked to the waist as if it was happening to someone else. She arched her back again, her blouse slipped to the side. She watched as if in slow motion as his fingers returned to her bra, her breasts squeezing up from the top of the skimpy bra by his powerful grip.

He looked over her shoulder as he slowly stripped her naked, eager to see her lovely tits. He pulled the blouse to the side, a wide expanse of cleavage revealed by the sexy bra. His hands pushed up her firm flesh, her tits pushing out of the top of the bra as if they wanted to explode into the open. He could make out her nipples, pushing against the fragile material of her bra, his fingers eager to tease them harder. He pushed her forward, bending her head down, his hands reaching to pull her blouse from her shoulders and arms. She helped him to get the sleeves off without removing the cuffs, letting it slip to the floor. She bent her body submissively forward, his fingers making short work of the tiny bra strap and catch, watching as her breasts tried to spill free of the constraining garment.

She trembled as his fingers slid along her naked stomach, edging up to slip under the bra that was only supported by the two thin bra straps on her shoulders. Her nipples throbbed, the blood pounding in the tips, eager to feel his fingers on them. James tossed her bra from her body, his hands cupping beneath the firm flesh to push them up into the air as if offering them up to the Gods. She saw his fingers only inches from her nipples, arching her back, wanting so bad to feel his touch. "My nipples. Touch them." She begged him, no longer able to contain her lust. Stripped half naked, her ass still tingling from his spanking, her pussy drenched in her juices, she was ready to explode.

James stepped back for a second, grabbing a leather collar. He slipped it around her neck, seeing her gulp as he tightened it. "Bring your hands up to your neck." He watched her naked tits rise up as her hands raised, James grabbing the wrist cuffs and attaching them to the rings in the neck collar. His hands slid back down to her breasts, ready to play with the naked flesh.

She felt her wrists cuffed to her neck, her breasts now open and available for James'

pleasure. "AAAAAGGHHH." His fingers had found her nipples, Candy looking down to see the blood pushed from the swollen tips as his fingers crushed the life from her aroused flesh. It hurt and felt good, her mind was confused. She tried to move her hands, but it only made her choke, the collar holding them submissively to her neck. He yanked her nipples, stretching them out as Candy stood on her toes, her back arched obscenely to try to relieve the stretching of her dark brown nipples. She couldn't believe how far they were pulled, the blood shoved from the tips, James' fingers twisting and turning them while she moaned in pain.

She had sensitive nipples, seeing her struggle to escape his grip. "Rub my cock with your ass," pinching her nipples until she complied with his command. He slapped one tit, watching as the flesh bounced up and down. Another slap, this time to the other one, catching it on the tender underbelly, making it jerk up and down, James watching it jiggle.

Her hips never stopped, his cock massaged by her buttocks. She was even tightening her cheeks on him, trying to squeeze his cock. She was performing well. Another slap to each tit, and Candy was biting her lip in spite of his rude handling of her breasts.

No one had ever treated her breasts this way. Most boys lavished such tender attention on them, their hands always gentle, their lips lightly sucking the tips to erection.

James was different, attacking her breasts with a harshness that took her breath away.

Not only were her nipples attacked by his powerful fingers, but her breasts were slapped around as they danced on her chest. With her arms bound, she could do little to stop him, even if she wanted to. The pain in her breasts went directly between her legs, igniting a lust in her that she needed him to quench, his cock a constant reminder of what she wanted inside her.

Carrie pinched her nipple, hard, just as James was doing to Candy. She felt the tremor in her, her fingers slowly masturbating, careful not to cum yet. He was treating her roughly, but Candy looked as if she was enjoying it. What would it feel like to have James slap her breasts? She pushed her panties aside, finding her pussy drenched, one finger sliding inside her with ease. She began to finger fuck her pussy, sliding in and out, as she watched the scene in James' living room unfold. She bit her lips to contain her moans of pleasure, the perverse thrill of peeping on James as he took Candy.

James looked at the window, a glint of something shining through the edge of the window. He didn't stop, continuing to slap Candy's breasts, his eyes trained on the outside, listening for any sound. Was someone watching him? James pulled back from Candy, turning her around until she was in front of him. He pulled up her skirt, slowly, revealing the white panties, the front panel stained with her juices. He unhooked the skirt at the side, the zipper sliding down noisily. He let it fall to the floor; Candy was now standing in only her panties. "Step out of them." She obeyed without question, even spreading her legs for him without asking, knowing or hoping what he would do next. His hand reached down, two fingers on each side of her pussy lips, her slit etched in the tight, wet panties. He squeezed her lips together, yanking them up until her hips arched up, Candy trying to balance on her toes. "I love fat, puffy lips. So much easier to abuse."

"AAAAAHHH," Candy screamed so loud that she thought the neighbors would call the police. His fingers pinching her pussy had made her cum, the slightest touch all that was needed to send her tightly wound body over the abyss. His fingers twisted and turned her pussy lips when she came, her hips jerking back and forth, wanting as much stimulation as possible, even if it were harsh. Or maybe because it was. She tugged on her wrist cuffs, her tits shaking back and forth as the orgasm raced through her body. She had never felt such a thing, the bondage, the harshness, all adding to the perverse thrills that she felt as she subjected herself to this degrading performance. Bound and stripped naked by an older man, almost a stranger. And this was only the beginning. Soon he would take his lust out on her, wanting his satisfaction in any manner he saw fit.

"EEEEGGGG," his fingers continuing to punish her pussy lips, yanking them up hard until she was balanced precariously on her toes. He released her lips, only to surprise her with his next act. His hand drew back, then forward, the tips of his fingers slapping hard against her mound. He had spanked her. Spanked her pussy. She pushed back, his fingers reaching out to grab her by the pussy lips, yanking her back towards him.

"Don't move away from me." He yanked her forward, his hands releasing her pussy only to slap her again, the shrill cry from her mouth as the pleasure of another orgasm raced through her body, his spanking of her pussy driving a deep masochistic pleasure from her. He yanked her pussy again, twisting and turning the puffy lips until she finally settled down, her body exhausted by the multiple orgasms that he ripped from her body.

He looked at the window again, sure he heard some sounds. Was someone out there?

With two fingers inside her, Carrie came with Candy, twisting her clit until she did, her eyes glued to James' hand as he spanked Candy's pussy. She couldn't believe it, that someone would really hit a girl in such a delicate place. She could only imagine how it felt.

What bothered her most was that Candy came, multiple times. In spite of James spanking her pussy. Carrie's mind was clouded with doubts. How could James ignite such lust in a girl's body while treating her as a plaything for his enjoyment? And he clearly enjoyed inflicting pain. Carrie's breathing returned to normal, the orgasm washing over her body.

Her eyes were glued once again to the window, Carrie wanting to see the cock that bulged out the front of his pants.

"You respond well Candy." James stepped back from Candy. Clad in only her panties, his cock screamed for relief from her near naked body.

She didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or insult. Respond well to what?

As the orgasm washed away from her body, the shame set in. She had cum while being abused, her pussy spanked. Maybe it was just because she was so much on edge, no orgasm for four days per James' orders. It wasn't normal. James stood up in front of her, her hands still bound to her neck. She looked down, his cock bulging out the front of his pants.

"On your knees Candy." He smiled as she got to her knees, Michel moving close to her, his hand holding her chin up until she was looking at his cock. He slowly opened his pants, stepping out of them, his boxers bulging with his cock trying to get free of the restraining garment. He took off his shirt, shoes and socks until he only had his shorts on.

He moved close, rubbing his cock on her face, his shorts the only protection Candy had.

She barely moved, his hands on her head, humping his cock against her mouth and face.

He pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock from the tight constraints, jerking out to bounce along her cheek. He stepped out of his shorts and was now completely naked.

Carrie wet her lips when she saw his cock. It was over ten inches long. She knew he would take Candy in her mouth, Carrie wishing it was she that was on her knees in front of him. She could taste him in her mouth, the salty, thick creme that already made his cock glisten in the bright light of the living room. Candy was bound, James' hands holding her head, the head of his cock rubbing along her lips as if it was a tube of lipstick. His hips pushed forward, Candy's lips parting to let his manhood inside.

Candy could do nothing, her lips impaled by James' cock, his hands holding her head still as his hips drove the thick shaft between her tightly clenched lips. He was going to take her mouth as he did the rest of her body, hard and fast, Candy bracing for him. He was impatient, his hips driving his cock through her lips and deep into her mouth.

"Lick it with your tongue. Make it dance on my cock." He sighed when her tongue lashed out on his cock, licking over the head, the tip of her tongue playing along his piss slit until he felt the tingle in his balls, some of his sperm leaking out into her waiting mouth.

He began to fuck her mouth, her lips wet with his leaking sperm, her cheeks billowing out as her tongue continued to bath his cock from the head all the way down the shaft.

Carrie put her wet fingers in her mouth, tasting her own juices, making believe it was James' that bathed her taste buds. She sucked her fingers like it was his cock, her cheeks hollowing in and out. Her other hand slid down to her pussy, finding her arousal returning.

Candy gagged as James shoved too far, the head of his cock banging at the back of her throat. "GGGGHHHH," her stomach turning as she choked. James' hands felt like a band on the side of her head, but she could do little, his hands tilting her head up so he could drive his cock straight down her throat. His hips became more insistent, driving in and out, each time deeper, his juices sloshing around in her mouth, dribbling down her chin as he leaked his precum into her waiting mouth. He jerked hard, shoving his cock into her throat, Candy struggling to escape the brutal thrust, James too powerful for her. She had no choice, choking and gagging, her throat opening up in response to the impalement, easing his cock into her clenching throat. He pumped his cock in and out of her throat, deep grunts coming from inside her. Her throat felt raw as his thick head forced its way brutally down the soft passage. Her head fell down as she choked and gasped, sperm and spit dribbling from her mouth, James releasing his cock from her mouth. She spit it out, still gasping when she felt his hands lifting up her chin again.

"Time again Candy. Open wide, take my cock inside." James was impatient, driving his steely cock into her tightly clenched lips, driving them brutally open, his hands holding her head submissively as he shoved deep into her throat with one powerful thrust. His slick cock slid easily in her throat, her gagging only making it easier as her mouth opened wide. He began to fuck her throat, his hands holding her head pinned, his hips driving his cock in and out.

She was like a rag doll, her mouth used only for James' lust, her throat just a tight hole to excite his organ. For five painful minutes, he fucked her throat, refusing to take his cock from her mouth in spite of her choking and gagging. Her stomach turned, Candy fighting the urge to vomit, his sperm leaking profusely into her mouth. She didn't know how much longer she could take it, tears flowing from her eyes to fall on her cheeks, the sound of his powerful thrust ringing out in the room. She could hear James beginning to pant loudly, knowing that he was ready to cum, but she could do little, her tongue pinned by the rampaging cock that fucked her mouth. His hands squeezed so tight that she thought her ears would pop, his hips driving his cock so far down her throat that she felt it deep in her stomach. His head shot up as he roared in pleasure. She felt his cock pull from her throat, Candy feeling relief for the first time, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in the precious air that filled her lungs. James pumped his cock as Candy kept her mouth opened wide, knowing where James wanted to dump his sperm.

James masturbated his cock just inside her mouth, the head lying on her tongue, his balls tingling, ready to cum. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes dizzy from the lack of air, but she kept her mouth open wide. "EEEEHHH," the first jet of sperm shot out of his cock in a powerful burst that sent some of it directly down her throat. Candy bent over choking as it went down into her stomach, James quickly jerking her head up, his fingers in the corner of her mouth to keep her mouth opened wide. "Drink my cum!" His hand pumped his cock, sliding easily on the sperm that coated the shaft. He shot a second load, this time catching her on her outstretched tongue, the thick, white sperm spewing out in an arc. She kept her mouth open until he finished, James slipping his semi-hard cock into her mouth, feeling her tongue licking it clean.

She choked on the first load of sperm, catching her by surprise by the powerful jet that shot straight down into her throat. She could barely stop choking before James forced her mouth open again, this time bathing the inside with the thick creme, covering her tongue with the salty paste. Three times, he came in her mouth, Candy breathing through her nose, not daring to swallow before James gave her permission. He pushed his wet cock into her mouth, her tongue licking it clean until he was satisfied.

"Open wide." He stared into her mouth, a thick coat of his white sperm covering her tongue. "Good girl. Now swallow it all." He watched as her throat bobbed up and down as she tried to get the thick creme down into her stomach.

She couldn't believe all of the sperm that filled her mouth, swallowing hard to get the thick sperm to slowly drip down into her stomach. The salty taste permeated her taste buds, a reminder of James' virile manhood. Her throat felt raw, Candy feeling abused.

Was James finished with her now?

He suspected it was Carrie outside, though he was not sure. He caught glimpses of shadows along the edge of the window and he heard sounds outside. He would find out for sure if it were her tomorrow night after their date. If she was watching, he should give her a good show. His cock was already getting hard, the thought of Carrie's naked body exciting him. Would she be as willing as Candy? He helped Candy get up, her chin slick with his sperm. He unhooked her hands from her neck, letting her stretch. He gave her a few minutes before his cock began to grow at the sight of her naked body. He turned her around, her plump ass too much to pass up.

She found her body manipulated by James, pushed over to the table, stretched out on it until she felt her naked breasts pressed into the cold wood. The table came to her hips, leaving her upper body prone on it, her legs on the ground, her ass at a convenient height.

Convenient to be fucked from behind. Her arms were bound beneath the table, James fumbling with something until she felt her wrists pulled hard against each other under the table. She caught the sight of a large, leather belt, bracing herself for a spanking from it, relieved when she felt it around her waist, pinning her body to the table at the waist.

James stepped back, admiring his handwork. Her firm cheeks were pushed out provocatively, the panties pulled tight over them. She looked over her shoulder at him; James was stroking his cock, her eyes on it as it rose once again to prominence. She didn't say a word, waiting to be used in any manner he saw fit. A perfect slave. His hands slid the panties down her cheeks, yanking them hard when they wouldn't go any farther, the thin material ripping in his hands like paper. He stepped behind her, pushing her legs out until he was satisfied with the wide stance, securing her ankles to the edge of the table.

She tried to squirm, testing her bondage, finding her body bound tight as a drum. She couldn't move if she wanted to. She was surprised when James' cock grew to erection even though he had just cum abundantly in her mouth. She felt the cool air blowing on her pussy from behind. His fingers played with her pussy, sliding up and down her wet slit, pulling apart her lips, Candy sure that he had her spread obscenely. His fingers raced over her pussy, teasing her arousal. She wanted him inside her. "Fuck me," she blurted out. "Hard," wanting James to take her bound body with force. She almost regretted it as soon as the words escaped from her lips.

Candy was ready to cum again when James bound her to the table, her ass raised up submissively, his cock growing. He was going to fuck her from behind, taking her like a dog, while bound. His hands dug white marks into her hips as he held her tight, his hips shooting forward to bury his cock halfway inside her belly with one powerful thrust.

Candy's head shot up as she was impaled on his cock with a brutal thrust, her insides clinging to the thick cock almost lovingly in spite of the pain. He was so big, Candy was lucky she was wet enough not to hurt herself seriously. He pulled out until only the bulbous head was trapped by her pussy, his hand slapping her ass, Candy finding her pussy clutching his cock in response. "AAAAHH," another thrust inside her belly, this time three quarters of his cock, seven thick inches buried inside her. He pulled out almost as fast, shoving back in, never giving Candy a chance to get accustomed to be impaled on such a thick piece of flesh. Pinned to the table, Candy could do little but accept the powerful thrust, her insides clinging to his cock as he pulled out, only to be speared by the thick head as he shoved back in. He never stopped, in and out until his stomach slapped hard against her buttocks, Candy finally taking all of his cock.

She was hot and tight, her insides clinging to his cock, a sharp slap on her naked ass cheek or flank was all that was needed for her to tighten her muscles on his cock. She was a good fuck, her bound body leaving her no choice but to take his punishing strokes, James' cock jerking in pleasure each time he slapped against her buttocks. He knew he could go for twenty minutes, sure that she would be adequately fucked by time he was finished. He pumped her as she grunted with each stroke, the pleasure building slowly in his balls.

God, she had never felt so full of cock before, James taking her with such brutality and power, riding her for long minutes, his cock never slowing down. Would he ever cum in her? His hands roamed casually over her ass, grasping her cheeks hard, yanking them apart until Candy felt a fiery feeling in her anus. It felt like he was tearing it open, feeling it stretch wide. Candy was not even sure if James knew what he was doing to her. She knew this would be the only chance she would have with a man like James. Someone that took her for his own pleasures, making her submit to his perverse demands. The words spilled out of her mouth before she even understood the ramification of them, instantly wanting to retract them when she heard them in the quiet of the night. "Sodomize me."

James' cock jumped at her words. His hands moved up to her crack, his fingers peeling back her cheeks until her anus was revealed to him. His cock never stopped fucking her, slamming in and out of her belly from behind, watching as her lips folding around his shaft as he moved in and out. His cock was big, her anus small. His finger gathered up some of the abundant juices that ran from her pussy, scooping up the slick fluid on his index finger. Before she realized what happened, he pressed his finger against her anus, sending his slick finger into her rectum up to one knuckle with a single thrust.

Her body shook, trying to escape the cruel impalement, the bondage kept her pinned down, his finger twisting and turning in her clenching bowels.

She felt the duel impalement, the strange ache in her anus as his finger tore into her once virgin hole. She couldn't control her muscles, her rectum trying to push out the invader that entered the wrong way. His finger was relentless, pushing dryly into her unused anal tract, pushing aside all resistance with brutal force. His finger hurt, why did she ask for his thick cock, she was sure that it would render her useless. "No, please don't," she begged him.

"I told you once, you only get to submit, you can't change your mind." He shoved his finger deeper into her anus. Twisting and turning inside her until he felt her loosen up.

"Relax your asshole. My cock is going in, painful or not." One finger became two, watching as her tiny hole strained to open to accept the thick knuckles of his two fingers. His cock continued to ravish her pussy, his balls tingling to cum, but James was holding back his orgasm. He wanted to dump his sperm in her guts.

Her face was contorted in pain, two fingers now inside her, her stomach churning from the unnatural ravishment. If that was painful, how would she take his cock? His cock felt like it was getting harder in her pussy.

Carrie had two fingers in her pussy and one playing in her anus. She couldn't believe it, she was sure that James was going to stick his cock in the girl's ass. Her face was in pain and only two fingers were inside her. How would she take his giant cock? James was smiling at her, his cock fucking in and out, his fingers twisting and turning, opening her up.

Carrie felt the burning from her one small finger, sure that he would kill her with his cock.

She rubbed her pussy harder, shoving her finger in deeper, hoping the pleasure would overshadow the pain. The finger pushed in her dry backside, burning, her muscles trying to push it out.

James pulled his fingers apart, her anal ring straining to open, fighting his powerful fingers. It opened about two inches, the gasps of pain coming from Candy's lips failing to deter his lust. She had asked for it and he would deliver. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, Candy turning to look back at him, a pained, pathetic look in her eyes as she pleaded with him not to do it. He took the wet head of his cock, covering her small hole with the massive head. He held his cock halfway down to keep it from bending. "Take it.

Relax your asshole and let my cock in." He shoved with his hips, his eyes trained as her anal ring slowly began to open, his cock brutal as he pushed harder. A loud gasp came from her lips as his cock became successful, her anal ring slowly spreading around the thick head, slick with her juices.

Candy was sure he was tearing her up, her anus feeling like it was being driven deep into her body by his cock. She'd never take it up her ass, grunting as he became more insistent. It burned as her anal ring stretched wide. "EEEEEEWWWWWW," her scream even shocked James. It felt like a giant rock was pushed inside her bowels, her rectum stretched wide to take it. His cock felt like a steel bar as it chugged inside her, pushing aside all resistance as he sodomized her. Sodomy, a word Candy never thought she would live to endure. But here she was, bound and naked, James behind her, half of his cock embedded in her clenching rectum. And he was only beginning, she was sure that he would drive it deeper into her guts.

Carrie's finger stretched her anus, twisting and turning in her dry passage, watching Candy who was inside and taking the real thing in her rectum. James' head was thrown back in pleasure, the sheer joy on his face in sharp contrast to the pained look that was etched on Candy's face, her eyes shedding tears, her lips clenching tightly in pain. But it was only the beginning. James began to fuck her ass.

He pulled his cock out an inch, just for enough leverage, then shoved back in, grunting as he fought her virgin anus, brutally shoving aside all resistance until her muscles stopped him. Out again, pausing for just a second, hearing Candy breathing heavily as she waited for the next thrust in her rectum. He shoved, over half of his cock buried in her guts, her muscles rippling up and down his shaft, bringing such delight to his balls. e He He He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, seeing the pained look on her face. "Take it." He gave her a couple of rabbit fucks, driving his cock in and out of her rectum with sharp, shallow strokes. He then threw his hips forward in one powerful thrust that buried his cock deep into her bowels, her insides clenching on his cock with such pleasure, overshadowing Candy's scream of pain. His cock jerked and jumped in her tight rectum, Candy grunting with each movement. He wouldn't last long, the need to cum building in his balls.

It felt like a giant log shoved up her ass, making her back straight as it forced its way into her guts, her silky insides clinging to the thick shaft almost lovingly in spite of the pain.

Her stomach turned each time he shoved deeper inside her, pulling out almost as painful as shoving inside. He yanked her hair, it felt like he was ripping it from her scalp, but nothing could take away the pain of the cock that was gripped by her intestines. She hated herself for asking for this misery, James pumping her for all he was worth. When he wanted more pleasure, he would slap her ass, her muscles tightening on his shaft in response, almost as if she were a trained dog for his pleasure. She felt him clinging on her back, his hips still driving in and out of her rectum, his hands snaking around to find her pussy. Two fingers entered her pussy; feeling like the whole area between her legs was being impaled by one giant cock. His other hand slid up to her clit, pinching it to erection no matter how much Candy tried to fight it. She couldn't let him make her cum. Not while ass fucking her. She fought the urges that his experienced fingers tried to coax from her body, feeling his two fingers inside her rubbing his cock on the other side of the thin membrane that separate her rectum from her pussy. He was jerking his cock off inside her body. He would pinch her clit, driving her ass back, impaling her ruptured anus onto his waiting cock. Back and forth, he made her fuck him, her anus speared repeatedly by his rampaging cock. "No!" She fought the urges that raced through her body. She tugged on the bondage that kept her pinned, bucking back and forth on the fingers that pinched her sensitive clit until it was sore and swollen. The pain began to mix with the pleasure, Candy's body bounced around for James' pleasure. She fought all she could, but James cumming in her set her off. She felt him shove deep inside her, his cock swelling larger, her insides cramping on the thick cock. Then she felt it, like a fire hose spurting her deep in her bowels, fiery, hot salty sperm blanketing her guts with his abundant creme. His fingers twisted and turned in her pussy, Candy clenching possessively on them while her clit exploded in pleasure as James squeezed the blood from the swollen head.

Carrie came with them, her anus clenching on her finger, her clit battered by her own fingers. She watched the two of them cumming, both of their heads thrown back in joy, the indistinguishable shouts of joys heard outside the house. Carrie could only imagine what it must feel like to have your intestines flooded with hot sperm, her rectum thrilled by James'

cock. She moved quickly away from the window as James' body slumped over Candy.

James heard the crackling of the bushes near the window, pulling his cock from Candy's anus with a loud pop, his milky sperm leaking from her swollen, red anus. It was no longer tiny. He raced to the window just in time to see the light come from Carrie's kitchen, showing her as she opened the door. So, she had a good view of all that happened. Let's see if she still goes on our date. If she does, she will pay dearly for this transgression. If she wanted to watch, all she had to do was ask.





CHAPTER 8



A Date and a Test



Carrie lay in her bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin in spite of still being warm outside. She was naked. Her mind kept racing through the scene she saw in James'

house. She had seen things like that on the Internet, but there it looked all staged and planned, Carrie never sure if anyone really did it in real life. James had bound Candy and taken her ruthlessly. Her mouth, her pussy, even her anus serviced his cock. All while bound. In spite of it all, it looked like Candy enjoyed it, even cumming while James fucked her in the ass. Should Carrie still go out to dinner with James tomorrow night? If their relationship turned sexual, would he want to do the same things to her? Would she let him? Her fingers slid down over her bare stomach, teasing the silky, fine hairs of her pussy, her legs spreading in anticipation. Her pussy was already wet when she peeled back her pussy lips, her fingers gliding up and down her slit with ease. She kicked off the blanket, her legs pulling back, bowing out as if offering up her sex to James. Two fingers entered her pussy, her insides clenching on them, feeling the fullness. She wished she had brought her vibrator with her. Her other fingers found her clit, not surprised that it was still swollen in spite of cumming. It took only a couple of minutes to cum again, though Carrie still was not satisfied. She needed something else, not sure what it was.

She changed her mind at least ten times, one time actually going to the phone, though she didn't dial the number. James scared her. And excited her, not sure which one more. And she was more afraid of herself. Jesse had forced her to do many things, Carrie allowing him in spite of the bondage. Or maybe because of it. Was it her way to rationalize the performance of acts to which she would not normally consent?

The knock on the door scared her, Carrie jumping in spite of knowing that James would be here soon. She put a touch of perfume between her breasts, pulling the wide expanse of her open top closed as though she was changing her mind. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floors as she went to the back door, seeing James smiling back at her through the window of the door.

Obviously, she was still going out with him, in fact it looked like she went all out to entice him, though not much was needed. She opened the door with a sweet smile on her face, though far from an innocent one. She was wearing a black skirt that went down to her knees, but was tight enough to make it sexier, James itching to see her from behind.

Her top was black silk, a button down, though the buttons didn't start until they were half way down the front, a sharp contrast to the white skin that was contrasted. A bra wasn't needed or required. James couldn't pull his eyes away from the gentle bounce of her tits as she let him in. He finally looked down at her long legs, taut muscles highlighted by the three-inch heels. He liked a girl in heels. Especially naked ones.

His eyes looked her over, Carrie making sure that he got an eyeful, turning sideways, sure that her blouse pulled away, leaving him a hint of her naked breasts. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but if she was going to go out with a man, she was going to try to attract him. No matter what she was attracting. And James looked good. He was wearing a dark blue pair of casual pants, though the creases looked almost perfect, as did the fit.

These were not off the rack. A light blue pullover clung to his chest as well as his arms. He might be mid forties, but he had the body of a thirty something. Her eyes couldn't help but to stare down to the front of his slacks, Carrie licking her lips without thinking, the vision of his cock coming back to her.

"If I knew you were going to look this good, I would have cancelled my plans last night." His cock hardened at the sight of her, though he really didn't mind. And from her look, neither did she, her eyes falling to the front of his pants.

"I just hope it was worth it last night," Carrie unable to not to respond to his comment.

"With you, I'm sure it would have been better." James couldn't leave it alone, knowing that she knew exactly what he did.

She dropped the subject, not wanting to reveal her secret to him. She picked up her purse, James holding the door for her as she closed and locked it behind her. "Don't look,"

Carrie putting the key in the planter near the door. "My mother's tradition. I can't seem to give it up." She didn't know why she tried to defend her actions to him. James still had the top down on the Mercedes.

"Do you mind?" James saw the way she looked at the car, but she did have a convertible also. Most girls didn't like the top down, too fussy with their hair.

"Not at all, I do love nature and the outside. But you can't complain about my hair."

"A redhead can do no wrong as far as I am concerned." He loved her hair. "Natural?"

He became bolder.

Carrie gave him a sheepish look. She got into the car, making sure that her skirt rode up higher. "You'll have to find out." She sat down as James closed the door.

James got into the car, the engine booming to life as he turned the key. "It'll be a pleasure." He put the car into gear, the tires spinning on the gravel as they pulled into the street for the short ride into town.

Almost all the men in the restaurant looked at Carrie as they walked in, James liking that he was the one she was with.

They were eating their salad, a bottle of wine already half gone. "What do you do for a living?" Carrie popped the question out of the clear blue. James looked up from his salad, though not surprised by her question.

"I'm a writer. I was in business for a lot of years, but gave it all up in order to pursue writing. I was very successful in business, so I don't have to worry much about money, so I get to write what and when I like. But my business instincts still kick in. I like my books to be successful."

"What's your genre?"

"Romance." He paused for a moment. "And erotica. They are both predominately a woman's world for authors. But I seem to have found a following. Something in my writing seems to resonate with my readers."

"And does the handsome James appear in his novels?" She was almost kidding when she said it.

"Almost always. My readers demand it." James grinned. "And what do you do when you are home?"

"Similar, an Assistant Editor. Though not as exciting, we publish self-help books."

James began to laugh. "Some might consider my books to be self-help."

"And what do you teach them? Pleasure?"

"By what my readers tell me, self-pleasure."

"I'm sure your novels make great masturbatory fantasies. What is your pen name?"

She was almost afraid to find one of his novels, afraid of what they would contain.

"I think that might be answered later in our relationship. I wouldn't want to be judged too harshly by my novels before you learn of the real me." They stopped talking for a second while the waiter took away the salad plates.

"Another bottle of wine Sir."

"Yes, thank you." James took a sip out of his wine glass, studying Carrie. So far, he didn't seem to scare her away.

"So, we are having a relationship?" She purred to him, a smile on her face.

"I am being a bit presumptuous. Are you planning to stay for a while?" He didn't see anything in her that said she wasn't, in fact she hadn't put the house up for sale.

"My Editor is allowing me to work electronically, so I am not rushing away. In fact, I gave up my apartment today; the rest of my things will be here next week."

"Then I guess we are." He saw her smirking at him. "If that's agreeable with you."

"I have a funny feeling that I'm not going to have much choice in this." Carrie continued to banter with him, trying to figure him out.

"I do have a tendency to be a take charge kind of person. But I think you already know that."

"And what do I get out of this relationship?"

"Pleasure."

Carrie leaned closer to the table, the front of her blouse falling away to reveal a wide expanse of her naked breasts. "Now you are sounding presumptuous. Maybe like your novels? Is that all I can expect? Self masturbation?" Her fingers went in the front of her blouse, making sure that James saw her fingers move beneath the blouse, her finger running over her nipple until it stood out hard. "Like that?"

There was no mistake that her nipple was hard, Carrie arching her back until her naked breast pressed against the thin material of the top, highlighting the large, hard nipple. "Exactly. Notice how much more exciting it is when you perform in front of others."

Carrie couldn't contain the redness that covered her face. He was right, her pussy wet as he watched her tease her nipple to hardness, Carrie not realizing it until he said it. Was that why Candy volunteered with James? Was it the excitement of sexually performing for someone?

"No need to be embarrassed Carrie. You have a very lovely body. Many men and women would love to see you masturbate. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman when she cums. Especially when she is brought off by her own finger"

The waiter brought their dinner just in the nick of time, Carrie unable to get the flush off her face. She took a sip of wine, anything not to look into James' eyes or answer him.

The table was silent for a couple of minutes, both of them starting their dinner. Carrie had chicken, never realizing how hungry she was until it came.

"Do you live here all year long?" Carrie finally breaking the deathly silence.

"No, I have a house in Asheville, though I tend to like the beach when I am writing."

"That must be lovely up in the mountains. Tranquil and quiet. A far cry from the beach." Carrie was beginning to feel comfortable again.

"Yes, that is one of the things I don't like about the beach. Loss of privacy, though where we live is somewhat secluded. Asheville is the complete opposite. I live in a gated house, high up in the hills. A place where my friends and I can enjoy our privacy without fear of interruption."

"Yes, I imagine it must be nice. A place where your friends could watch me masturbate for them?" Carrie got her sense of humor back, joking with James.

"Exactly," James' face was serious as he responded.

That was not the response she was expecting from him. Could he be serious? Would he want her to masturbate in front of his friends? "I was joking."

"I know you were." His expression was blank. "How is your chicken?" James changed the subject.

"Delicious," she stammered.

The rest of the evening Carrie tried to be good, staying away from anything with sexual innuendos. Carrie asked James about his house, more of a mansion, eight bedrooms, nine bathrooms, perched high on a small knoll. He must have done well in business or he was a hell of a writer. But her thoughts always went back to his friends.

Was that why he needed so many bedrooms? What type of things did they do there?

James enjoyed Carrie's conversation. She was intelligent and very articulate. She was well read, though he doubted that she had read any of his novels. She didn't seem to shy away from him, in spite of his comments. She didn't know exactly what she was getting into, but she got the hint that it was not a pure vanilla relationship that James would require of her. They strayed over desert, both of them drinking a cup of coffee.

Carrie was at ease with James, though she really didn't fathom why. All of her senses told her she should run away. There was a deep, dark mystery about him and that excited her. That night with Jesse already opened her eyes and in spite of the failure with William, Carrie was still open to experiment. And from what Carrie saw with James and Candy last night, it might be exactly what she was looking for. She just wasn't sure how far she could go with it.

The waiter finally brought the check, Carrie looking at her watch without being too obvious. It was already after 11, sure that the streets of Tybee Island would soon be rolled up and put away until tomorrow. After all, it was Sunday.

James put the top up on the car, the night chill coming off the ocean. Carrie felt a warm glow, probably one glass of wine too much. She wondered how James would end the evening, first dates always so difficult to judge. A kiss, coffee or was he just in a hurry to take her home and end the date forever. The car rumbled across the gravel of the driveway, pulling up to Carrie's house. She sat in the seat until he came around and opened the door for her, a wide expanse of naked leg revealed to him in the light of the car as she got out. He helped her out, his eyes never leaving her body.

As they walked to the door, James asked her. "Do you dare to have dinner with me again on Tuesday? I want to do a little tourist shopping first if you'd like to join me."

"You don't scare me, if that's what you mean. You do intrigue me. And I did enjoy myself tonight. I would love to." She was glad that he invited her to go shopping with him, something more personal. Maybe she could learn more about the real James.

"How about four then? That should give us enough time." He watched as she got the key out of the planter.

The key was there, but it felt like it was in a different place. It must just be her imagination. She turned around to find James in front of her. She held the key in her hand tight, waiting to see what he would do.

James' hand slipped beneath her chin, holding her sensuous mouth up, her lips glistening. His head moved in close, pausing just before their lips touched, teasing her, feeling her warm breath on him, her breathing rapid. He pressed his lips against hers, feeling the electricity shooting across her silky lips. He pressed his mouth harder onto her lips, his tongue moving into her mouth, her lips opening to receive it. He felt her hands move up to hug him, one hand reaching down to stop her.

He took her breath away with his kiss, his tongue snaking sensuously into her mouth, running over her tongue until she responded. His body pressed against her, the unmistakable bulge of his cock pushed against her. She went to hug him, finding her arms stopped by his hand, his large hand encircling her wrists in a powerful grip. He slowly stretched her arms high above her head, feeling her breasts pushing against his chest as they rose up high on her chest. He pinned her arms above her head while he kissed her, his other hand free to roam over her body. And roam it did. She felt it push inside her blouse, his warm hand exciting her bare breast as his fingers ran over her nipple. God, she could feel her nipple throb, the blood pounding in the hardened tip as his fingers pinched it. She arched her back, his hand clenching tightly on her naked breast and squeezing, Carrie moaning. She felt pinned to the wall by his hand, his mouth crushing her, his hand taking possession of her breast.

He loved her satiny flesh, her nipple coming to erection with the slightest touch of his fingers. He pinched her nipples, harder until she moaned, arching her back, presenting her naked flesh to his hand. He never broke the kiss, as he held her pinned to the wall.

"Turn around." He pulled back from the kiss, his hands on her waist, turning her until she was facing the wall. "Put your hands up. High up and keep them there." It was an order, not a request.

She found her body facing the wall, her arms raised submissively up the wall as if he was still holding them pinned. She put her wrists together and kept still, waiting for his next order. Was this what she was looking for? Her hair was yanked, her head swinging around until she was facing him. Her eyes began to tear up, her hair yanked too hard, feeling as if the hairs were pulling from her scalp. She opened her mouth to protest, but his lips crushed hers, quelling her protest with a hard kiss. His hands reached around to slip into her top, finding her nipple and pinching harder this time, the pain ignited by his powerful grip, racing straight between her legs. He broke the kiss long enough for him to order her again.

"Spread your legs for me." His squeezed her breasts, one hand moving with ease from one to the other, her nipples pinched and teased while she moaned. He heard her high heels on the porch floor, shuffling noisily, knowing that her legs were spreading wide.

He pushed his cock against her buttocks, not attempting to hide the fact that he was masturbating his thick erection on her firm buttocks. His hands went down to her hips, pulling them back until her ass was arched unnaturally back onto his cock. "Stay like that."

She felt his cock throbbing against her buttocks, her mind remembering the way he took Candy in her rectum last night. He pushed her back against him. This was not a normal good night kiss. And she knew that her life would be different from now on if she continued with James. His hands slid down her hips, his large hands moving to the vee of her legs, both of them gripping her pussy as though they were lovers. He yanked his hands up, Carrie feeling his powerful fingers slide along her slit. But she did nothing to stop him, his cock rubbing against her in mock masturbation, his fingers rubbing her pussy until she responded in kind. Would he make her cum? Her arms were still high up the wall, one of her breasts free of the top, her hard nipple rubbing against the harsh wood on the wall. He kissed her again, his tongue almost going down her throat as he held her head back by her hair. He suddenly stopped, pulling away from her. He turned her around, his hand taking her breast and gently putting it back into her blouse as if it were the most natural thing to do. He left her breathless, her body aroused.

James gave her a light kiss on her lips. "I'll see you on Tuesday." He started to walk away, but stopped and turned towards her. "I enjoy the look on your face when you're aroused."

He left her there standing for long minutes before she finally went into the house.

What just happened? She saw it as soon as she entered. A large, white envelope propped up on the table as soon as she entered the door. It wasn't there when she left. Where did it come from? Did someone come in while she was gone? She grew scared. She picked up the envelope, ready to call James. She opened it. It read: "I think that it is only fair that I peep on you since you did the same to me last night. If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask. At midnight, I want you to open the drapes on the sliding glass door. Turn on as many lights as you have. Then I want you to slowly strip naked for me. I will be outside in the darkness. Just as you were last night. I want to see all of you. Intimately."

No need to call James, it was him that wrote it. He had somehow seen her last night.

Carrie thought she had hidden herself well. Maybe he heard her when she came. Her heart was still pounding from their kiss, if that is what you could call it. He had his way with her and she had consented. Somehow, he had planted the note inside, but that wasn't her overriding concern. She looked at her watch, 11:40. She only had twenty minutes to prepare for him. She had already decided. She raced into the bedroom, ripping open the door to her closet, looking. She finally found it, taking it off the hangers, throwing it on the bed as she quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt. She slipped her panties off, much too daring for what she had in mind. She glanced up at the clock ticking away at the precious minutes, racing to get dressed. She didn't want to be late, not sure why. She went into the living room, the clock lighting up the time. 11:59. She switched on the light, the room ablaze as if it were daylight. She went to the drapes that covered the sliding glass door, pulling the cord as they noisily opened. They slid to the side, the lights shining into the side yard. She tried to peer into the night, but she saw no one. Was James out there, waiting for her? And who put the note in her house. Would they be watching also?

James slid deeper into the darkness when the drapes opened, the bright lights illuminating the inside of her living room. She had done well. She had changed her clothes. He looked at her, the lovely schoolgirl, a short plaid skirt, white button down blouse, white socks, and sneakers. He hoped that she had a pure white bra and panties underneath the outfit. She had copied Candy's outfit, hoping to please him. He liked that she did that. His hand reached down to adjust his cock, his flesh already growing at the sight of her. She had aroused him with just her acceptance.

She stood in front of the glass, making it look like as though she was alone. She spread her legs slightly, her hands reaching up to run up and down the buttons of her blouse as if she were trying to decide whether or not to undress. She gave a coy look outside before her fingers opened the first button, her hands trembling as she opened the button. Her fingers ran up and down the naked flesh revealed as the blouse pushed back, her hand reaching down to undo the next. It snapped open easier, Carrie pushing the blouse open, her bra revealed for the first time. It was a full bra, though it still showed an ample amount of her cleavage. Her fingers slid down to the next button, almost pulling it off as she fought to open it. The next two buttons popped open, Carrie pulling the blouse from her skirt, but holding the two pieces together as if she didn't want anyone to see. She turned to the side, letting the blouse slip down one arm, her hand holding the material over her breasts as it slid lower and lower, off her shoulders and down her arms. She pulled one arm out, turning her back to the glass as she pulled the blouse off completely. She pushed it up against her breasts, covering them as she turned back towards the glass.

She stood in front of the window, holding the folded blouse in front of her, her white skin reflected by the bright lights, a brief glimpse of cleavage revealed as she teased him.

He was enjoying her little game. It almost looked like she was blushing when she let the blouse slip to the floor, her hands still hiding her bra encased breasts from his gaze. It looked like she was pondering the decision before her hands went to her side, revealing her lovely tits. She turned to the side, posing, thrusting her back so that her lovely tits were pushed up high. Then it was her back, Carrie looking over her shoulder coyly before facing the window again. What would she take off next?

It was almost sinful the way she did it. It was as though she was a high school girl again, ashamed as she took off her clothes in front of the window. Knowing that someone was watching her, making it that much more exciting. Her hands went down to the hem of her skirt, her fingers gripping the edge. She spread her legs wider, her hands slowly letting the edge of the skirt caress her legs as she pulled it up higher and higher. It slid up until it was just above her panties, hoping the James got a view of her virginal, white panties.

She could feel the wetness between her legs, hoping that he wouldn't see them from the distance, ashamed at how her body was responding. She turned her back to him slowly, keeping her skirt pulled up as she revealed her bare legs and a hint of her panties to the night. Her back was to him, letting the skirt inch higher up her ass, sure that he could see half of her cheeks pulled tightly into the panties. The panties were small, clinging to every nook and cranny of her body. She turned back to him, the skirt falling back down. Her hands went to the side, undoing the button, the zipper sliding down easily. The skirt pulled apart, Carrie holding it up as she felt it slipping down her legs.

A lovely body, James able to make out the crack in her ass, the panties pulled tight over her cheeks. He watched as she let the skirt slip to the floor, standing tall, her hands at her side, her fists clenched as though she didn't know what to do with her hands. Her mound pushed out the panties, her slit etched in the tight panties. She kicked the skirt aside, standing in her bra and panties, the sneakers and socks making her look more naked.

Carrie remembered what it was like when she was in high school, her body blooming early, the boys looking at her. And the men of the town, their eyes feasting on her body with a lust that was unnatural. She tried to imagine back then, what it would be like to be forced to strip naked in front of the window by an older man, Carrie feeling her body become flushed. Her hands reached behind her back, knowing that her breasts were thrusting out brazenly. She fumbled with the catch of her bra like a schoolboy would do, finally feeling the straps part, her hand reaching around to hold it in the front as it pulled from her body. She turned her body sideways, pulling the bra a ways out, revealing a wide expanse of one bare breast to the bright lights. She could feel her nipples growing hard, her hand rubbing the bra against them harder, anything to stimulate them. She turned all the way around until her naked back was to the glass. Her hands slowly pulled the bra straps off her shoulders, letting them slide down her arms. She pulled her arms out of the straps, all without revealing any of her bare breasts, teasing James. She hung the bra from one hand to the side before she dropped it, her naked back to James.

His hand reached down to stroke his cock as he watched her tease him. She was clad only in her panties which were pulled tight over her firm buttocks, her legs spread slightly to tease him with what was between her legs. And now she was naked from the waist up, her back to him as he waited for her to reveal those lovely tits. He had already felt them up, knowing she had large nipples. And sensitive nipples, turning hard with just the lightest touch.

She turned to face the glass, her hands covering her breasts, feeling her nipples pushing into the palms of her hands. She shook her head, mouthing the word no, as if she was being told to put her hands down, a look of humiliation on her face at being forced to perform for the unseen stranger. She lowered her head, her eyes closing as she removed her hands from her breasts, not sure what to do with her hands as she stood half naked in front of the glass.

Carrie didn't need a bra, her breasts firm and full. Her areolas were the size of half dollars, large targets for the erect nipples that plunged out the center of them. Even though she was acting as if she were ashamed of revealing her breasts to him, she had arched her back, making them stand up tall and proud. He licked his lips, wishing he could rush in and suck the hard tips. She stood for a few moments before her hands crept up her sides, cupping her breasts from below, offering them up for his inspection. Her fingers curled around the tips, a long fingernail snapping the tips to hard attention. She pinched them as James had done, though not as hard.

Her juices soaked her panties as she played with her tits, Carrie always loving the touch on her nipples, even her own fingers. She stopped, sitting down in the chair near the glass, her thighs together, her hands on her hips. She looked out the glass, her hands going to the top of her panties. She slid them down over her hips, rising up in the chair as she slipped them down, her hands pushing them down her legs, her nipples rubbing sensuously against her legs as she bent over. She looked down, her panties at her feet.

She was naked, but with her legs clenched tightly together, James could see little.

James waited patiently, eager to see her pussy in all its glory. Instead of standing up, Carrie stayed seated, her legs together modestly. He caught a glimpse of her red bush, eager to see it all. She bent over, her hands trying to untie her shoelaces without opening her legs. It was difficult, but she succeeded with barely a glimpse of the darkness between her legs. She pushed her sneakers off her feet, one foot pushing the other until both of them were lying on the floor in front of her.

The socks would not be so easy to prevent revealing herself to him. She bent down, deeper, pulling the sock down her ankle. She let her guard down, her knee bowing out to the side; the cool air in the room blowing between her legs, Carrie sure that James was getting an eyeful. It was hard to pull the sock off, her legs bowing out wider as she struggled to get it off her toes. She finally got it off, her hands moving to the other one. It became harder for her to be lady like, her legs spreading wider as she pulled the other sock down, her knees bowed wide to the side as she struggled with the last sock.

James took his cock out of his pants, his hand stroking it as Carrie slowly revealed that lovely, red bush to his eyes. She tried as best she could to preserve her modesty, but the socks were difficult, her deep red bush highlighted against her white skin. By the second sock she was no longer as graceful, her legs parting wider, her pussy lips pulling back, her pink insides revealed, her juices glistening in the bright lights of the room. She sat back up in the chair, naked, her thighs coyly together. She turned red, this time, it didn't look contrived as she spread her legs for him. She didn't stop until her legs touched the edges of the chair. Her red bush was illuminated by her white skin. But what took his breath away was her pink, wet pussy and the dark, forbidden hole that begged to be entered.

She sat in the chair obscenely, revealing all of her glory to James outside in the darkness. And whoever else was watching. She couldn't stop her own fingers from straying up and down her slit; even pulling her lips open, showing more of her pink insides to the night. Her fingers grew wet as they slid up and down, Carrie wanting so badly to cum but she wasn't sure if James would approve. It suddenly dawned on her that she was looking for James' approval. Why else would she strip naked in front of a window?

Anyone, not just James could be watching her. She was almost finished for the night. She had done what he had asked. Her fingers crept slowly up her slit until it got to her clit. Her fingers slid beneath the hard nub, pinching back the clit hood to reveal her swollen clit to James. Her pleasure button. Her finger tossed it back and forth before she stopped, afraid of cumming.

James was rubbing his cock, his hand curled around the shaft, gliding up and down as he watched her play with her pussy. She stood up, James afraid that it was the end of her strip tease. After all, she was naked before him. She turned her back to him, James expecting her to close the drapes. Instead, she surprised him, her legs spreading wider.

She bent over, deeper and deeper, her hands going back behind her, one on each cheek.

She pulled her cheeks back until her anus was displayed, bent over in position while James strained to see the tiny hole from so far away.

She had never done such a thing. She bent over and spread her cheeks, the cool air making her anus go into a spasm as her fingers pulled back her cheeks to reveal her most intimate hole to his eyes. Carrie was an anal virgin, but she knew if she continued with James he would take her ass cherry. She had seen what he had done with Candy. She wasn't sure how she would take that massive cock in her tiny backside, but she knew that James wouldn't care. Her head grew dizzy as the blood rushed to her brain from being bent over. She stood back up, walking slowly to the window, giving James one last look at her naked body before she closed the drapes.

James' cock spewed out his sperm in a wide arc, landing nosily on the ground in front of him just as Carrie closed the curtain. It was her anus that sent him over the edge, imagining the hot, tight hole wrapped around his cock. He continued to stroke his cock even when the night plunged into darkness as the drape closed. He put his cock back in his pants, walking the short distance back home. He enjoyed Carries performance. And she not only did as he said, she tried to please him in ways he didn't imagine. He was sure that she was in her bedroom, masturbating. His mind already was racing with thoughts of what he would do to Carrie.

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CHAPTER 9



Second Date



Carrie was ready a half-hour before James was due, nervous at seeing him after her strip tease. Would he mention it? Should she? She wore a short jean skirt that clung to her hips and ass. A short tee left her stomach naked, her bikini underneath letting her be that much more casual. She wore comfortable shoes for walking, but still was high enough to accent her lovely legs. James came up the steps wearing shorts and a tee shirt, the clothes fitting him perfectly; even the shorts had a crease in them. He had a good tan, here longer than Carrie, sure that he enjoyed the beach often. She opened the door when he got to it. "Hello."

"Afternoon Carrie. You look ravishing today." His eyes glanced up and down her body, imaging her naked body beneath the clothes.

"Why Sir, you make a girl blush." Carrie giving him one of her Southern girl drawls.

She was sure that his mind was seeing her naked. "You certainly cut a dashing figure."

"I hope you don't mind a little shopping before dinner. I haven't had much of a chance to visit the town's small shops, been too busy with work. I need to buy some things to make my house homier. He was already opening up the door to his car, the top down, the air still warm. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from tangling, already anticipating the top being down. He liked that in her.

His eyes stared at the naked legs stretched out in the other seat as he got into the car. Her skirt was hiked up high, almost to her crotch.

"I have a bikini on underneath it," Carrie seeing his eyes on her legs. Her legs were slightly parted, a bit unlady-like. She smirked back at him. "Unless you would like me to take it off?" She raised her ass up as if she were going to do it.

James smiled back at her. "No, at least not now. You look great." Tonight would be a different story. James got back into the car and they drove off to town. He parked on the main street; the tourists mostly disappeared by now, just the locals and the few that came off-season.

Carrie felt comfortable as James put his hand on her hip, holding her close to him.

Carrie wasn't surprised to see the number of people that knew James, especially the women. She sized each one up as though they were competition, sure that some of them were by the smiles on their faces when they said hello to James. He might be saying hello to them, but his arm was around Carrie. They must have gone into about ten shops, James always asking her opinion. He bought a number of things, a metal wind chime, a lovely red vase and a black box, lined in silk. She asked him what it was for, but he changed the conversation.

They had shopped for two hours, James finding out more about Carrie, their small talk revealing much about her. They sat down to dinner, a small intimate Italian restaurant tonight. James ordered a bottle of wine, the waiter delivering it and the salad, leaving them alone.

"Are you enjoying Tybee Island Carrie? Much different then when you grew up here."

"It seems each time I visit it gets more interesting. And more demanding of me."

"Do you find that is a bad thing? To let go and do as others demand of you. Many find it very stimulating."

"Do you?"

"I tend to be on the other side, doing the demanding. As you can probably surmise, I'm not much into women's liberation. My philosophies would tend to set it back fifty years.

"And our relationship. You would expect that to be the same way? You making the demands and I would submit to them?"

"I don't think you would want it to be any other way Carrie." He looked her straight into the eyes, the smile gone from his face. "Take off your bikini bottoms and hand them to me."

She looked at him. Was he serious? She looked around the restaurant, half empty, fairly dark inside. He gave no sign of wanting nothing else than for her to take them off and give them to her. He was testing her. She squirmed in her chair. She took another sip of wine, her throat suddenly parched dry. He continued to stare at her.

He saw her begin to move, looking like she was fidgeting in her chair. She made a soft grunt, sure that she was struggling with the task, his smile returning as he saw her attempting to comply with his task.

Carrie looked around the restaurant, no one watching. Her hand slid above the table, handing James her bikini bottoms. He took them from her and put them in one of the bags of the things he bought. She felt her juices begin to flow. She hated him for being right.

"Did you find that enjoyable Carrie?"

"Enjoyable?" She didn't understand his question.

"Did it make your pussy wet Carrie?

She should have lied to him, but she didn't. "Yes."

"Very good Carrie. Now spread your legs for me." The waiter came over, bringing their food. James could almost smell her arousal, or it was just his imagination. Either way he was pleased with her.

She felt sinful, her legs spread wide under the table, feeling the air blowing up under her skirt to cool her hot pussy. She ate dinner ravenously, not sure if it were her appetite she was trying to fill or her sexual desires. How would their date end tonight? A hard kiss at the door and another note inside? Or would he come inside tonight? And what demands would he make of her.

James rearranged his cock, his mind conjuring up images of her naked pussy from last night, her legs spread across from him, naked and aroused for his taking. He felt her foot slipping between his legs, spreading them wider when he felt her toes slipping up his thigh. Her toes reached his balls, rubbing as she smiled at him.

"Do I make you hard?" Carrie slid lower in her chair so she could move her toes up until she felt his shaft. His hard shaft.

Her toes curled around his cock as if they were her fingers. They slid higher up, his cock jerking from the unexpected pleasure. She began to masturbate him with her toes, doing an excellent job, sliding low in her chair to reach him. "Not only are you toes exciting, but your submission in itself is arousing." Luckily, for James the waiter returned, begrudgingly Carrie sat up in her chair.

"I'm glad I please you." Carrie was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She made no further attempts to sexually stimulate him, pleased with herself. They lingered over desert, both of them having a cup of coffee. It seemed that he held her closer to him as they left, Carrie gladly cuddling up next to him as they walked to the car. It was early, only nine, but James drove back home. Carrie could only hope that the night would continue.

James helped her out of the car, his eyes on her legs as she got out, his imagination perked, knowing she was naked beneath the skirt, her bikini bottom tucked neatly in one of the bags. They walked up to the door of Carrie's house. She turned to him.

"Would you like to come in? Or do I have a note waiting for me?" It was the first time she mentioned last nights encounter. Their relationship was moving fast, Carrie not sure where it was going, but eager to go along with it.

James smiled. "I would love to come in." She unlocked the door, turning the light on in the living room.

Carrie was surprised to see it. She still could not anticipate what James would do.

That was one of the things that excited her so much. She picked up the envelope, tearing it open with trembling fingers. She read the short note, putting it back down on the table.

She turned to James. "There's beer in the refrigerator. I'll be back in a few minutes." She left James in the living room as she went to her bedroom. She fumbled with the things in her drawers until she found what she was looking for. She hurried to get ready, her fingers sliding up and down her slit, her pussy aroused to a fever pitch. She went back into the living room, noticing that James had opened the curtain for all to see what would transpire in her living room. Was it the person that put the note in her house that would get to watch from the darkness? The thought of performing for not only James but the unknown stranger excited her even more.

James was sitting in the chair, sipping a cold beer he found in the refrigerator. He also found what else he was looking for in the kitchen while Carrie was getting ready. She pleased him when she came out. She was wearing a very, sexy bra and panties, a pale blue. He had made specific demands that it not be a thong, wanting to entice his eyes with her lovely ass covered. She wore a pair of three inch heels, her legs perched high up, making her look even more desirable.

She paraded in front of him and the window. God, she had seen her reflection in the mirror and she couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Or was it just that she was so aroused by the thought of her doing as James had ordered her. It was as though she was his slave. His sex slave. It was so forbidden. To be treated as a sexual object.

James sat forward in the chair, motioning Carrie to move closer to him. "Very lovely Carrie. Do you like showing off your body?" He could make out the wetness on her panties in spite of just putting them on. She was highly aroused and James would use that to his advantage. "The curtain is open. Anyone out there can see you."

"If it pleases you." In spite of the warm weather, she felt a chill about her.

"Spread you legs wider." He watched as she obeyed, her panties pulling tighter over her mound, James able to see her slit. He had a much better view tonight and he would take advantage of it to inspect her intimately. Soon he would know her body better then she did. "Show me your pussy, but leave your panties on for now."

She stood before him, his eyes glued to her sex. Her hands moved down her flanks to the front of her panties. Two fingers pushed between her lips, Carrie spreading her legs wider at the unexpected pleasure of her fingers. She pushed her panties between her lips, her slit highlighted. She pressed each hand on the side of her mound and pushed in until her lips pushed out, the panties still embedded deep in her slit. God, she wished she could masturbate. Or better, that James would do it.

Her pussy was proudly displayed beneath the panties. She had puffy lips that her fingers pushed out, a deep slit that already had drenched her panties. She aroused easily, an advantage for James, as he would push her deeper and deeper into his life style. "Turn around and do the same for your lovely ass."

Carrie wanted more, but she did as James commanded her. She turned her back to him, her panties still sticking uncomfortably between her wet pussy lips. She spread her legs for him, wider this time. She knew that he loved a girl's ass and she would do all that she could to please him with hers. Her hands moved behind her, sliding over her cheeks.

She tightened each cheek, making it jerk and jump beneath the tight panties, enticing him with what she could do to excite him if he was inside her. Her fingers crept closer to her crack, digging into her flesh to pull her cheeks apart. She rubbed a finger up and down her crack, a strange fiery feeling between her legs as her finger ran softly over her anus. She had never felt such a thing, even with her own fingers. It was not a place that she considered erogenous, but that was not James' opinion. She ran her finger all the way from the top of her crack, pausing on her anus, circling the small hole then moving back down, bending over slightly as her finger crept down to her pussy. She pushed her finger in her pussy, feeling the tight hole opening as her finger tried to force the tight panty material inside her. She could feel the dampness on her finger, her pussy soaking the thin material. She moaned in pleasure, wishing she could play with her clit, needing to cum so bad.

"Turn around and take off your top for me. I want to see those lovely tits." She didn't hesitate, turning around; her hands already behind her back unsnapping the top of her bikini. She arched her back, James watching as the thin straps gave in to the tension released when the snap opened. She didn't try to stop the top as it slid off her shoulders and down her arms.

Her nipples tingled as the bikini top slipped over them to fall at her feet. She looked down, her nipples already hard and swollen. Her fingers could not resist, sliding underneath to cup her breasts, offering them up to James. Her fingers pinched her nipples, arching her back and moaning from the delicious pleasure that raced from her nipples to between her legs. She had to step back when James got up, Carrie not sure what he was going to do. She waited patiently as he slowly began to take off his clothes.

She had not expected that. He folded his clothes neatly on the couch, down to his shorts, his cock pushing hard to escape from the constraining garment. She couldn't help licking her lips when his cock popped out, Carrie able to see it much clearer than the night with Candy. It had to be at least eight inches long. The head was a darker red, Carrie almost able to taste his sperm, the head glistening in the bright light of the room. His balls hung heavy beneath his cock, his sack covered with his abundant hair. God, she never wanted a cock as bad as she wanted his, but she waited for him.

James sat back down in the chair, sitting close to the edge, his balls resting on the seat, his hand holding out his cock in front of him. "Kneel down in front of me."

Carrie almost fell to the floor. Would he put it in her mouth, her tongue making her lips wet as they swiped over them? Her head was only inches from him, but she restrained herself.

"Put my cock between your tits. Titty fuck me." James felt her breasts engulf his cock in a soft blanket, her hands gently folding her firm tits around his shaft, the head of his cock sticking obscenely out from between her cleavage. He settled back a bit, making Carrie move forward, her chest pushing her tits out. She began to move her upper body slowly, Carrie spitting down between her breasts until his cock began to slide on her saliva. Her fingers tightened her tits, a gentle rocking back and forth, the head of his cock disappearing back and forth into her deep cleavage.

She had never done such a thing before, but she obeyed him without question. Her hard nipples tingled each time they rubbed against his cock, rasping over the head of his cock, igniting a lust between her legs that she couldn't extinguish by clenching her thighs together. It was rather obscene, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her beautiful breasts crushed by her own hands, clasped tightly around his cock. And his cock, pushing out the top of her cleavage, Carrie fighting the urge to engulf it in her mouth. She fucked her tits up and down his cock.

James was enjoying her lush tits wrapped around his cock, but he wanted more, he wanted her mouth. He saw the way she looked at his cock, licking her lips in anticipation.

"You can stop now." He saw the look of disappointment in her eyes, but she obeyed without question, leaning back, his cock released from their pleasurable pillow. "Would you like to suck my cock?"

Carrie looked down at his throbbing member, her lips wet, ready to engulf it. He wanted her to beg. "Yes."

"Yes what Carrie."

"Yes, I want to suck your cock."

"You can do anything, but don't put it in your mouth yet. I want to savor that." He sat back as she moved forward. He rose up in the seat when one hand slid under and cradled his balls. Her tongue was already out of her mouth, as she leaned forward. Her other hand grabbed his shaft, her silky hands making it jerk in her grasp, her fingers tightening to control it.

Her tongue made a broad stroke over his cock, starting at the base, moving her hand so she could swipe it all the way up the shaft. Her tongue lingered at the head, her hand holding it from jerking away, her tongue fluttering just under the rim back and forth. She couldn't resist, lapping at the drop of pre-cum that leaked out the head, the thick, salty creme permeating her mouth. She didn't particularly like the taste of sperm, but her arousal got the best of her, eager to do anything to please James. She was eager for him to let her put his cock in her mouth. She rubbed his cock on her face, unable to get enough of it, her hand sliding up and down, her tongue always eager to lap at it. Her other hand gently squeezed his balls, feeling them floating almost invisibly in his ball sack as if they were trying to escape from her. Her head slid lower, down the shaft, running her tongue over his ball sack. She gagged the first time his hair entered her mouth, picking them out, but failing to deter her from continuing her oral massage of his wrinkled sack.

Her other hand continued the gentle masturbation of his cock, her fingers gripping the shaft tightly as it slid up and down his slippery flesh.

She was good, her tongue licking every bit of his cock and balls, but he wanted more from her before she would earn the privilege of sucking his cock. He slid lower in the chair, his ass rising up. "Lick my ass." His cock jumped when he saw the look on her face, the look of disbelief. He saw her hesitation. "I don't say things twice. Obey or you will be punished."

She couldn't believe that he wanted her to lick his ass. She had never done such a thing before, nor had such a thing done to her. But she knew James was very anal and she would have to submit to all of his demands if she wanted to continue in this perverse relationship. She looked down, his anus peeking back at her, the wrinkled hole a darker brown, nestled between his cheeks. Tiny hairs circled the opening. Her tongue lapped at his perineum, her hand holding his cock tight, not letting it move as she complied with James' perverse demand. She inhaled the musty smell, closing her eyes, as she was about to obey. She made her tongue stiff, running it up until she felt it touch his anus. She felt the hole go into a series of spasms as her tongue licked all around it, the tiny hairs rubbing against her lips.

James enjoyed her oral sodomy, but still wanted more from her. He wanted her absolute submission, each act bringing her closer to his goal. "Make your tongue stiff and put it in my ass." He pushed out with his anus as he felt her complying, her face pushed hard between his cheeks, her nose rubbing against his balls. Her hand pumped his cock up and down, keeping it hard, but never going as far as letting him cum. He felt his anus straining as her tongue sought entrance to his backside, the strange thrill running through his body as Carrie's tongue entered his rectum, fluttering as the tip slid into his tight hole.

He couldn't contain his muscles, trying to force out the intruder no matter how much pleasure it was giving him.

It was obscene, her tongue trapped in his asshole, feeling the hot, clenching muscles grip it and try to shove it out. She had to force herself to keep it in, her face smashed into his ass. It was hard for her to move her tongue, but she tried, tried to make it flutter inside his clenching asshole.

Unless she stopped soon, James would cum, her tongue and hand doing an excellent job of bringing him to a fever pitch. But he wanted her mouth. "You can take your tongue from my asshole. You obey well." He sat up in the chair again. "Put your wrists together in front of you."

She saw the rope, the same one that was in her kitchen drawer. James must have found them while she was changing her clothes. He was going to tie her up. Just like he had done to Candy. She almost came when she felt the rope looping around her wrists, James slowly tightening it until it dug into her tender wrists. Without her hands, James would have all the control, sure that was his plan. It would be like Jesse taking her in the jail, bound and unable to do anything but let him have his way with her mouth. She looked down, her wrists bound together. She put her arms down, surrendering to James, a deep masochistic thrill between her legs as the tight ropes dug into her tender skin.

He stood up, his cock in front of her face. He put his hand under her chin, her head rising up; Carrie resigned to the fact, her mouth opening wide to accommodate his cock.

"Stick your tongue out." Her tongue stretched far outside her mouth, James stroking his cock as he placed it on her tongue. He gently stroked his cock, masturbating just outside her mouth, her hot breath exciting him. He held her head still, her eyes looking up at him.

He pressed his hips forward until the head of his cock slipped inside her mouth. "Make your lips tight."

She could do nothing but comply with his every wish, her bound hands preventing her from protesting any of his actions. She felt the thick head of his cock push inside her lips, stretching them wide as she tried to accommodate the thickness of his flesh. His hands tightened on her head until they hurt, his hips already beginning their rhythmic coupling, his cock sliding in and out over her lips. She tongued his cock, bathing it, hoping to make it slick; sure that he would shove it down her throat. Just as Jesse had done.

James already felt the sperm boiling up from his balls as soon as she began to suck his cock, her lips tight around the shaft like a rubber band sliding up and down as he pumped her mouth. And her tongue, coaxing the sperm from his balls, James fighting back the urges that made his balls ache in lust. He held her head tighter, pointing her mouth up so he could take longer strokes in her mouth, enjoying the way his cock bulged her cheeks when he shoved it in at an angle. He continued to pump her mouth, never taking his cock from it, Carrie's nose flaring open and closed as she sucked in precious air. She knew she would have to take it down her throat, he could see the fear in her eyes.

James never took his cock from her mouth. Even when he stopped to let her suck in deep breaths, his cock was still inside her lips. His sperm leaked in her mouth, mixing with her spit to bathe her taste buds with the salty taste, Carrie unable to do anything to rid that foul taste. James was becoming more insistent now, his hips pumping faster, the thick cock shoving ruthlessly in and out of her mouth. The room was silent except for the gurgling sounds that came from her gagged mouth. The end of his cock was banging at the entrance to her throat, Carrie bracing herself for the inevitable. And then it came.

"EEEEGGG." The thick head of his cock tried to breach the tiny opening of her throat, his hands holding her submissive, his hips continuing to drive his cock deeper into her mouth and now her throat. Her body grew tense at she struggled to breath.

"Hold still!" James felt her trying to pull away, his hips impatient, the head of his cock breaching the opening to her throat. He put one hand at the back of her head, the other hand under her chin, turning her head at an angle. He began to shove his cock into her throat, grunting as he fought to get the thick head into the tiny hole. His hips were moving frantically, in and out his cock plunging into her unwilling mouth. Her lips were so tight around the shaft, feeling like her hand sliding up and down. She panicked for a moment when the head of his cock entered the tight entrance to her throat, seeing the tears in her mouth, her throat moving as her muscles tried to keep the invader from her throat. He held her tighter, pulling her against him as he fed more of more of his cock into her throat.

It felt like a giant log being shoved down her throat, Carrie gagging and choking as the unyielding flesh of his cock bore into her throat. Tears were running down her cheeks as she tried valiantly to swallow his cock, like a sword swallower. His cock felt dry as it shoved into her throat, past the resisting muscles, feeling as if he were trying to shove it down into her stomach. He wouldn't allow her to pull away, her throat ravished by his cock.

James felt the delicious rippling of her throat muscles up and down his cock, her gagging bringing such pleasure to him. He knew it would be only seconds before he came, his balls aching to release his pent up sperm. He pulled his cock from her throat, her eyes opening wide as Carrie sucked in the precious air that filled her lungs. He pumped his cock just inside her mouth, his balls tingling, his asshole tightening as he tried to control the orgasm that raced through his body. "Keep you mouth open wide," he warned her, taking his cock out, his hand sliding up and down the shaft as he bellowed in lust.

It was almost like it was in slow motion, James masturbating his cock in front of her face, her mouth open submissively, knowing that it would soon be full of his sperm. She saw his head shoot up in ecstasy, the first jet of thick sperm shooting from the end of his cock in an arc that landed on her nose with a loud splat, the hot creme almost burning her silky skin. He was far from finished, his hand pumping out a second load of sperm, this time his aim much better, splatting into her mouth, landing on her tongue and bathing her lips with the thick, salty sperm. She was powerless to do anything, the head of his cock pushed inside her lips, another load of sperm filling her mouth. The sperm on her nose slid slowly down, leaving a trail as it slid down her cheek. She struggled to breathe, afraid of swallowing his sperm. A fourth load of sperm landed on her face, James slapping his semi-hard cock along her cheek, spewing out its fluids onto her soft skin.

James enjoyed the way his sperm covered her face and mouth, Carrie unable to do anything but take it. He finally stopped cumming, wiping his semi-hard cock on her face, leaving a final trail of sperm on her. He pulled back, his hand going up to scrape up the sperm that dripped down her face, pressing it against her lips until it coated them with a glistening lipstick of sperm. "Swallow now."

Her mouth was filled with the thick sperm, the salty taste overpowering everything else. She breathed through her nose, trying not to swallow, not sure what to do. James spread the sperm on her face onto her lips, Carrie finally resigned to her fate. She heard his words, knowing they were coming. She gulped, choking as the thick creme slid down her throat slowly like it was a lump. No matter how much she swallowed, the taste refused to go away.

It was time for Carrie to get her reward. "Stand up." He moved to the side as she stood up, stretching her muscles, her hands still tied in front of her. He looked up at the ceiling, finding what he was looking for in the beams that crossed over the top. He grabbed the other end of the rope, throwing it over the beam until the other end fell back down on the other side of the beam. He began to pull on the end of the rope, watching as Carrie's arms were forced up into the air.

She could only watch as her arms were pulled up high over her head until she felt the rope go taut. She only hoped that James would allow her the pleasure that she deserved.

Would he fuck her, looking down to see if his cock had hardened?

James loved the way her tits pointed almost up into the air, the nipples sharp and swollen. "Spread your legs," James' hand between her thighs, urging them to spread wider, her pussy lips peeling back to reveal the wet inner lips. Next time he would make sure that he had some toys for her, today she would have to do with his fingers, not that she would mind. She was more then ready to cum.

Carrie felt James slip behind her, his body pressing up against her ass. She ground back on him, hoping to make his cock erect again. His fingers curled around her body until he was cupping her breasts, his fingers finding her hard nipples. He snapped her nipples with his fingernails, back and forth the hard nails hitting her rubbery flesh with a resounding thud each time. It felt good and hurt at the same time, but Carrie could do little to protest. Her nipples grew more sensitive with each snap, his fingers finally stopping, but returning to pinch the abused flesh. She looked down as he yanked them harshly out of shape, her breasts pulled into sharp cones by her nipples, the dark brown flesh yanked out until they were over two inches long, a deep ache in her chest. He twisted and turned the yanked flesh, her nipples throbbing in pain as he pinched them harder.

James finally released her tits, seeing Carrie biting her lips as she suffered under his fingertips. She would soon learn to love the sharp pain. He lightly slapped her breasts from the soft underbelly, making them dance up and down on her chest. He felt his cock grow harder, moving his hips until he felt the head of his cock slip between her sweat drenched cheeks. He pushed harder when he felt her cheeks tighten on his cock, not sure if she was trying to keep it out from between her cheeks or seeking to pleasure him with her sharp contractions.

James was being harsh with her breasts, never having a boy take such liberties with them before. All the others treated them gently, lavishing attention on them with their hands and mouths. James seemed to enjoy doing the opposite. Carrie's mind was confused. While she thought it was wrong for Michel to treat them that way, she couldn't deny the unmistakable pleasure between her legs each time the sharp pain laced through her nipples, especially when she tugged on her arms, the ropes tightening, making her more aware that she was bound naked by him.

She felt his cock rising to the occasion, shivering when he pushed it between her cheeks, remembering when he did that to Candy, taking her in the ass. Her body responded naturally, the muscles of her ass clutching onto the thick flesh that was stuffed in her crack, the hot flesh feeling as if it were burning her anus. She arched her ass back onto his cock, unable to do anything else when James' hands slid down over her flat stomach, his fingers tangling in her dense, red bush. She almost came when he teased the tiny follicles, the pleasure resonating deep inside her pussy. She was disappointed when his hands moved away, Carrie looking back to see why he had deserted her.

James moved in front of Carrie, wanting a more intimate look at her. Yesterday he was too far away to see her well; today he would take full advantage of her bound body.

He sat down on the footstool in front of her, his legs between her. He took one of her legs, lifting it up and placing it on the armrest of the chair, her leg bent at a forty-five degree angle. He rubbed her available thigh, enjoying the sleek skin as he moved closer to her sex. With her leg up high and spread wide, her pussy was revealed to him.

She felt the cool air rushing over her superheated pussy as James placed her leg on the armrest of the chair. She looked down, her pussy lips open grossly, the pink insides highlighted by the bright lights of the room. Her thighs were coated with her juices, her body aroused to a fever pitch. She would cum quickly. In spite of being opened so wide, James still peeled her lips open, feeling the pinch of his fingers as he grabbed her slick lips. He blew on her pussy, her body shivering in lust. He was almost looking inside her, her spread legs affording him a view of her dark, inviting hole. His fingers crept up higher, clinically rubbing her pussy lips, yanking them wide until it almost hurt. He moved up to her clit, knowing that he would discover her secret. She had a large, sensitive clit. Once aroused it grew like a baby cock and Carrie even once masturbated it to an orgasm as if it were a cock, her fingers rubbing up and down the hard organ.

James wanted to eat her pussy, but knew that now was not the time. He would rather have her spread and bound on a bed, unable to move even the slightest bit, forced to endure his tongue as it lapped her vulnerable body. He could tease her for hours, bringing her to the height of an orgasm, only to deny her the ultimate pleasure. She would be shuttering in unfulfilled arousal. He saw his prey, his fingers finding her clit, one finger on each side of the base, pressing inward until it popped from her clit hood into the bright light. He was sure he could blow on her clit and make her pleasure button hard and red, swollen in lust. Her body jerked when his fingers slipped back and forth over the tip of it.

She tried to shove her hips forward, wanting more of his finger on her clit, the swollen organ teased by his touch. But James stayed away, his fingers sliding along her slick pussy lips until he came to her pussy. ""EEEEHH," she could only gasp in surprise as three fingers entered her without any preliminaries, her insides gripping on the fingers as they twisted and turned to reach the dark, deep depths of her pussy. She remembered the way Jesse had taken her, forcing her to take his fingers unexpectedly. James' fingers began to move inside her, twisting and turning as he pulled them out, only to plunge them back in again. She was ready to pop, not much holding her back, the night too arousing.

She looked out into the darkness through the wide open door. Was someone watching her? Would they see her cum? Her hips began to rock back and forth, her pussy clenching on the fingers that speared her, Carrie ready to cum.

James' fingers were soaked by her juices, her hot, tight pussy gripping his cock with love. He began to tap her pussy lips, lightly at first, a soft pitter-patter up and down her puffy lips. Her body began to jerk as his taps became harder, feeling her pussy clench onto his fingers each time he would slap her pussy lips. He moved up one side of her pussy, down the other, each time slapping harder until you could hear the sound of his hands on her wet flesh. Her hips were jerking uncontrollably back and forth, unable to comprehend the feelings that raced through her body.

At first, Carrie thought he was rubbing her pussy lips, but it became more pronounced. James was slapping her puffy lips with three fingers, almost as if he were spanking them. She watched, mesmerized as he moved up one lip, stopping just short of her clit, to move back down the other. His fingers even moved in and slapped her inner lips, one spread leg on the armrest leaving her vulnerable. The fingers continued to fuck her, driving in and out, opening up when they were deep inside her until she grunted, only to pull out, stretching her as they did. She couldn't control her hips, jerking side to side, back and forth, all responding to James' latest stimulation, whether it was his fingers inside her or the ones outside slapping her sensitive sex. She bit her lips as she readied to cum, her insides clenching on the fingers that stuffed her pussy full.

She only needed one more thing to drive her over the edge, James eager to give her what she needed, but would not expect. Four fingers entered her, Carrie grunting as he pressed them deep into her hot, tight pussy. His tapping fingers moved up, leaving her pussy lips alone, attacking her pleasure button. He snapped a fingernail over the tip of it, then pressing along the base of it until it stood out, engorged with blood, throbbing to be touched. Her scream filled the nighttime air as she came.

"OOOHHHH, GGGGGGODDD, EEEEWWWWW," the orgasm ripped through her body. The fingers filled her like never before, but it was the finger that snapped her blood-engorged clit, James' fingers making it swell. She could feel the blood pounding in it when he snapped it like he did to her nipple, but her clit was so much more sensitive. She flooded his fingers with her cum, James' hands never idle, plunging in and out while his other hand slapped her clit like it was a punching bag. He never allowed her to fully recover before the sharp pain in her clit sent another orgasm tearing through her body, from her nipples to her anus. Her tiny hole fluttered as it went into a series of uncontrollable spasms.

It took her long minutes before she finally slumped in the bondage, her legs barely able to hold her, her skin covered in sweat. His hand dripped her juices, her insides still lovingly clutching on his fingers. But it was her clit that enthralled him. It had swelled to twice its size, a dark red, still throbbing. He would enjoy playing with her clit, the sensitive organ subject to the same tight bondage that her body would be subject to.

James finally let her down from the rope, untying her hands almost too gently after all he had subjected her to. He helped her to her bedroom, putting her into bed and tucking her in, Carrie too exhausted and confused to protest. He left her alone, Carrie falling into the welcome relief of sleep. She awoke in the morning, finding her hand between her legs, her fingers already wet. She had been masturbating before she was even awake. She continued until she was satisfied again, her mind remembering how James had taken her last night.





CHAPTER 10



Sweet Surrender



She looked out her window to see James sitting on his patio, the umbrella was up, keeping the direct light off the laptop he was concentrating on. She had masturbated early this morning, but in spite of that, she was still aroused. What James had done to her excited her in a strange way. And she wanted more of it. She realized that she would have to trust James more than any man she had trusted before, but that is what drove her arousal.

Carrie put on her bikini after eating a light breakfast so she could spend some time at the beach. She slipped out the side door, taking her laptop with her to work on a novel her boss had sent her to edit, not wanting to disturb James. She walked the short distance to the beach, the sands deserted except for a few people walking their dogs. She spread out her blanket and laid down on it, the warm sun felt good in spite of the cool breeze blowing off the ocean. She closed her eyes for about half an hour before she got up and decided to do some work. She took out the laptop and began editing the latest novel. She wanted to make sure that she kept up her end of the bargain with her boss. She really didn't want to leave. At least not now. James intrigued her far too much.

James got a lot written, he preferred the early morning, his creative juices flowing much more then. He worked best while aroused and morning provided that. He had caught a glimpse of Carrie leaving her cottage, her lovely body barely hidden by her bikini.

She provided inspiration for the next chapter, James typing away for almost two hours straight before he stopped to take a break. He rearranged his cock in his shorts, the thoughts of Carrie and the latest chapter in his novel kept him hard.

He let her creep up on him, seeing her out of the corner of his eye, in spite of his fingers clicking away at the keyboard. He looked at his watch, a bit after two. Today was one of those days where the words just flowed out from his fingertips; of course there were some days he had to struggle. He had gotten down most of the words that were inspired by his night with Candy. Would Carrie be as willing as Candy?

"Are you writing about me?" She was almost behind him, dropping off her stuff at her cottage before coming over to see James. She was still wearing her bikini, liking the way she looked in it. And from the look on James' face, he did too.

"Not yet," he looked up at her, enjoying the sight of her half naked body. Her skin was pale with an abundance of freckles that was common for natural redheads. And a natural she was, confirmed by her red bush. The bottoms just barely covered her ass.

"What do I have to do to get into one of your novels?" She was almost afraid to ask.

He had already taken her mouth while her hands were bound. He wrote erotica and by the indications of the night he had with Candy, it involved bondage and Carrie was almost afraid to think of what else. She wasn't sure what she was asking for.

"Have dinner and drinks with me tonight. There is a local band down on Butler Street.

I was told they are good."

"And that will get me in your novel?" She smiled at him.

"No, but if you are bad, I'll take you back here and show you some ways to get into my novel." James' cock was rock hard at the thought of taking her to his bed tonight. A place where he had all the necessary equipment to fully explore her.

She turned her back to him and slowly walked away, shaking her ass at him. "So it's bad I have to be? Would you spank a poor little ole gal like me?" Her favorite Southern drawl was back. She slapped her ass lightly to tease him.

"I would insist on it. And much more. You have to be taught your proper place." He turned his chair so she could see the bulge in his pants, his hand going down to rub it blatantly.

"You're going to keep me wet all day. Pick me up at seven. I can hardly wait to see what you'll teach me." She turned her back completely to him, her ass swinging exaggerated as she walked back to her cottage. God, what had she just agreed to? Or asked for?





Carrie was never as nervous for a date as she was tonight. She took an hour to pick out her clothes, in spite of knowing that James would have her stripped naked before the night was over. She had never gone this fast with a man before, Carrie was not sure why she was doing it. James seemed to have a power over her, a control. And he knew it and took full advantage of it.

James was on time, Carrie opening the door for him. She had on a short, dark blue dress that clung to her body. Her long legs on high heels made her look taller than she was. James couldn't deny she had a luscious body. "If you keep looking this good each time I pick you up, we might not get out the door very often."

"Yes, but I would hate to miss the anticipation. Seeing your eyes stare at me, trying to imagine what your mind is conjuring up that you are mentally doing to me." Carrie let him in, her eyes going immediately to the front of his pants. She could see that she aroused him, enjoying that she did have some measure of control over him.

"Maybe you have more imagination than I do."

"We'll see. I was promised a lot tonight." She teased him, hoping that she didn't push him too far.

"Let's go. I'll take care of the hunger in your stomach first. Then we'll work on some of your other appetites." Tonight would be an interesting night. He would either scare her away or drag her in so far that she would never return to her plain vanilla past. He expected the latter.





Dinner was light; neither of them particularly hungry, salads filled them up. James kept the conversation light, talking a little about Tybee Island and what he had discovered of the place. He talked a bit about his writing, though he stayed away from the exact type of books that he wrote.

"I've published sixteen novels. Most of them were number one."

"Why do you think they do so well?"

"I like to believe that I get into the heads of my readers. As well as between their legs.

I tend to like to write the fine details, where some excellent writers tell their stories differently, letting the reader fill in the blanks.

"So, from where do you get all your ideas? And the details?"

"I do love the research. And I do have some experience. Along with a very vivid imagination."

"Research as in Candy?"

"I must confess, I have never run out of willing volunteers."

"So am I a research subject?" She let him savor the statement. "Not that I am complaining, I just like to know where I stand. Or in your case, where I lay."

"As I said, we have a relationship starting. We'll just have to see how it evolves. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"Surprised, I am sure of that. But I am a patient person. And like you say in your writing, you do get into my head." They both had a cup of coffee, lingering as the band in the next room began to warm up.

They didn't drink much, both of them wanting clear heads for when they went home.

The band was fairly good, not as good as they expected. A little too much head banging music for James' taste, though they did tend to mellow out later in the evening. James did get to manage a few slow dances with Carrie, the jukebox was turned on during the band's break. He held her close, Carrie feeling as if she fitted so perfectly against him as they danced slowly across the dance floor. It was only ten-thirty when Carrie reached over to James. "Would you like to take me home now? Your home? I don't think I can wait much longer." She took his hand and placed it on her naked leg, her legs parting slightly to allow him unfettered access to where ever he desired.

James' hand caressed her smooth, satiny inner thigh, her skirt pulling up higher as he crept up towards her pussy. He teased between her legs, pulling her skirt back, his finger running along the edge of her panties. She did little to stop him, her legs spread wider now. Luckily, it was dark in the room. "Yes, let's go."

They kissed in the car; James was unable to take his hands off her, his large hand squeezing one of her breasts while she arched her back to press it deeper into his strong hand. Her skirt had hiked up high, her panties revealed, one finger tracing over her mound until Carrie's ass rose up from the seat, wanting a stronger touch on her pussy. "Hold out for a few more minutes," he urged her, her kiss still lingering on his lips as he put the car in gear, speeding off the short miles home.

It looked different on the inside, Carries only vision of the living room was from the window outside. It was tastefully decorated, though you could tell a man decorated it. It lacked the things that a woman would add to the room, the little personal touches. She stood there in the center of the room, almost nervously, feeling a little like Candy probably did last week.

"I think the bedroom would be more appropriate, don't you think Carrie."

"YYESSS," Carrie nervously stammered. It was different now. Before it was just play, something to happen in the future. Now it was suddenly upon her. What was she getting her self into? She walked down the short hallway as if it were her last steps.

"Are you scared?" James could see it in her eyes.

"A little. I'm not sure what I'm doing." She walked into the bedroom, surprised by how big it was. The bed filled the center of the room, a high poster bed, four massive beams of carved wood shooting majestically up to the ceiling from each corner.

"You won't have to do anything. Take off your dress." James was already unzipping the back of it, Carrie not doing anything to stop him. He pushed it off her shoulders, looking over to see her breasts, rising and falling from her rapid breathing, tightly contained in the lacey white bra. The thin material could do little to contain the hard nipples that pushed out the cups of the bra. He pushed the dress down off her arms, sliding it over her full hips until it fell to her feet. He bent down to pick it up, inhaling her sweet scent of arousal. "Step out of it." She complied willingly, James' eyes on her sex as she lifted each leg.

She watched as James picked up the dress and put it on a hanger, hanging it neatly in his closet, all while she stood there in her bra and panties. It didn't seem real. She did the unthinkable. Before he turned around, she slipped off her bra and panties and stood naked in front of him, except for her high heels. She felt a rush of juices between her legs, spreading her legs slightly, hoping that James wouldn't notice it. Or maybe hoping that he would.

James turned to see her naked in front of him, her full breasts pushed up high, her nipples hard and pointed, the dark tips and areolas highlighting her pale skin. His gaze quickly fell to between her legs, her red bush enthralling him. He saw the drops of fluids on the silky hairs glistening in the light like dew on the flowers in the morning. He didn't touch her, not yet. He went over to the large, four-drawer chest and opened the top drawer.

She expected him to take her; her body was naked and ready. Instead, he was fumbling in the top drawer of his dresser; strange sounds coming as he intently looked for something in particular. He turned towards her, her eyes opening wide when she saw them. Thick leather straps, many of them. She looked at the bed and suddenly the posters on the corners all made sense now. "DDDDo you want me on the bed?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Yes, in the center. On your back. You can take off your heels. You won't need them."

He walked to the bed, moving to the head of it as Carrie slowly sat on the bed, kicking off her shoes. She looked at him as though she had changed her mind, but instead, she lay back down on the bed, laying her head on the pillow as her legs stretched out in front of her.

The bed sheets were cool as her body lay down on them. The pillows were overstuffed, comfortable as she put her head down on them. Her legs were together and tightly clamped together, though she knew they would not stay that way long. She watched James sorting out the leather straps, four of them. Two for her arms and two for her legs. She would be spread eagle on the bed. Naked and spread. She felt her pussy get wetter at the thought of being bound.

"Give me your hand." James' hand was outstretched, waiting for Carrie to submit. She would only have one choice. To submit to be bound or not. Once she submitted to being bound, her choices would be no longer hers; James would take what he wanted from her lovely body. Whether she liked it or not.

Every fiber in her body said no, don't do it, but her hand had a mind of its own, stretching up until she felt the familiar touch of James' hand on her. His grip was powerful, once he took her wrist, she surrendered. It felt strange to feel the leather strap go around her wrist, James pulling the metal into the hole to secure it. It felt too tight, but Carrie had little control of the situation. The other end of the strap was long, over two feet. James pulled the end towards one mammoth post. She didn't notice it before, but the wood was worn, she was sure that the straps had been used before, Carrie's mind began racing. It wasn't as if James never had any other women before or bound them to his bed. How many women had he subjected to the same thing? What happened to them after he was finished with them? She felt him fumbling with the leather strap for a minute and then he moved to the other side of the bed.

James watched Carrie as she looked up at the corner of the bed. Her arms tested the strap, pulling on it until it resisted. Her breasts were rising and falling, her breathing ragged. He could see a bead a sweat on her forehead, in spite of the coolness of the night. He reached the other side of the bed. Now for the final test of Carrie's resolve. "Give me your other hand." He could have just grabbed her hand and Carrie would be effectively tied to the bed, but he wanted her surrender. Her final surrender.

Carrie hesitated for a second, feeling her body sweating in spite of being naked in the cool room. It wasn't what she had expected, not that she could have expected any of this.

Her arm moved up until James grabbed her other wrist, the smell of leather suddenly filling her nose. It was as if her whole world was the leather straps. She felt James secure the strap to her wrist, tight like the other one. It dug into her wrist; Carrie was able to feel her pulse pounding. She felt her arms stretched wide, turning her head to see James pulling the other end of the strap, wrapping it around the base of the other post. She felt the pull on her arms, not expecting them to be spread so wide. It suddenly shot into her mind. What would it be like when he did that to her legs? Spread so wide that her crotch would ache. Spread and bound! She tried to calm herself; her heart was racing so fast.

She looked down, her breasts shoved up high, the muscles in her arms taut from the wide spread. She tugged on both arms, no play in either of them. She looked up at the twin posts that held her arms spread, it finally dawning on her that she was unable to stop anything that James wanted to do to her. She was bound tight. And James was not finished; his hands were still holding two more leather straps.

He didn't say anything to her. Nothing was necessary. He didn't want to calm her nerves, he preferred instead that she be on the edge. He found that it would increase the arousal in her body. He could see a coat of sweat glistening on her body. Soon he would have her completely bound and then he would be able to enjoy her body. She would be surprised at the things he would do to her. Very surprised. He moved to the foot of the bed, standing in the center. Not needing her cooperation any longer, he took her foot in his hand. He caressed it first, his fingers massaging it, Carrie beginning to squirm. His eyes looked up between her legs, her movements giving him quick glimpses of her pink pussy. He picked up the other leather strap, the leg straps wider and longer. He wrapped it around her ankle, watching as she looked at him with those beautiful big green eyes. He tightened the strap on her ankle until the black leather dug a groove in her white skin. He wanted to make sure she felt the power he had over her. He didn't do anything with the other end of the strap, he let it fall on the bed. He picked up the other strap and secured her other ankle in the same manner.

Her thigh muscles were tight, she held her legs tightly together as if she could stop him from his ultimate goal of spreading her legs wide. But he didn't bother, securing both leather cuffs on her ankles before he stopped and looked up at her, a smirk on his face as he gazed at his handiwork. She looked down, his cock protruding the front of his pants, farther than she had ever seen it. He was excited from the bondage he was placing her in.

He scooped up one of her ankles, pulling it obscenely to one side of the bed, Carrie sliding along the smooth sheets, unable to stop him. Her other leg moved in the same direction, though she knew it would only be temporary. She felt him tugging on the leather strap, James finally stepping back. She tugged one leg, it was secured tight. Too tight. And too far.

It was now time to reveal all of Carrie. He gripped her other leg, sure that she would fight this one, no matter how much she agreed to submit. Her legs would be spread wide, wider than she had ever voluntarily spread them for any lover. It would be uncomfortable at first, though she would soon forget it; other matters would take a more pressing priority.

"Relax your leg. It'll do no good to fight me." His tone was demanding.

She didn't know why, but when she tried to relax her body failed to respond. James pulled her leg to the other side of the bed, Carrie looking down at her own body, seeing her legs spreading wide, her pussy opening up like a flower in the first sun of the morning.

She panicked when she felt the first ache in her crotch, sure that he would never be able to spread her that far, the bed too big, her legs too small. His hands tightened on her ankle, refusing to yield to her, the ache in her crotch growing as he almost reached the edge of the bed. He stopped, Carrie relieved in spite of the continuing ache. At least that was as far as he was going to spread her.

James tightened the strap around the post, finding the same groove that it previously had been tied to. He released her leg, grabbing the other end of the strap. He began to pull it, Carrie's leg had no choice but to open up and spread wider. He saw her eyes begging him, but his eyes went to her pussy, his lust centered on the flaming red bush and the pink, wet pussy that was slowly being revealed to him. He heard her grunt in pain but his lust could not be contained, pulling wider until he felt her leg touch the post. He tied the strap off tight and stepped back to see the success of his endeavor.

Her crotch felt like it was on fire. Her legs were spread so wide that she was sure her skin would tear. Even the ache in her arms paled in comparison to what she felt between her legs. "Please," she begged softly. "It's too wide, you're splitting me up the middle." She looked down; her pussy was spread so wide. She could feel the cool air rushing inside her, sure that James could see deep in her body.

In spite of her pain, her pussy glistened in the room's lights, her pussy lips were wet with her juices. He could almost see inside her, the dark, tight hole not so forbidden in the bright light. Later he would spread her on her belly, her anus open for his inspection.

"Nonsense. You'll get used to it. I'll take your mind off of it soon." James stood back from the bed, staring at Carrie as he slowly undressed. He stroked his cock when it popped out of his shorts.

She watched him as he made it grow bigger. In spite of the ache in her crotch, she would welcome his large cock inside her. James turned his back to her and went over to the dresser again. Carrie watched as his naked buttocks clenched tightly as he walked.

He fumbled in the drawer again, Carrie was afraid of what he would take out this time.

Naked and spread eagle, she could do nothing to stop him and she was sure that any pleas by her would fall on deaf ears. He sat down on the bed next to her, his hands dumping out the toys he had found. One was familiar, though it was much nicer than the one Carrie had. It was a large, pearl colored vibrator. It had a triple prong clit stimulator strategically place along the shaft. But it was the rotating beaded shaft that was drawn to her eyes, Carrie already imaging how they would feel inside her as the tiny bumps twisted around. The others were more ominous. Nipple clamps, twin clamps strung together by a silver chain. She had seen them before, but never felt them, always too timid to put them on herself. She was sure by the way James pinched her nipples that he would have no trouble putting them on and making them tight, the tiny screws on each one compressing the serrated clamps together. And she should have expected the last one. A long, purple anal probe. It had to be a foot long or more. The shaft was a collection of balls attached to each other, from a small one, barely the size of a fingertip at the end, growing bigger as they progressed in size down the shaft. The largest had to be two inches in diameter, a formidable weapon when shoved up an anus. A simple, plain vibrator was included in the pile, but on it was the twin attachment, a second shaft running at a 45-degree angle from the main shaft, a short, stubby attachment that would be inserted in the anus was what scared her. Carrie could almost feel the way they would plunge in and out of her, pressing deep into her duel holes.

James watched her eyes search out the toys, her thighs tightening up as she grew tense. His cock grew harder at the thought of his lovely toys entering her, especially her anus. He would prepare her with butt plugs, but tonight he wanted her to feel the power he had over her. Carrie would be unable to stop him from any perversion he desired to inflict on her body. "One more thing," he took a simple white cloth and slipped it around her head. She didn't even protest when his fingers pushed it between her lips, making it tight, her lips split wide by the material.

She took a deep breath as the cloth slipped into her mouth. She had never been gagged, her saliva quickly soaking the dry material. James pulled it tight, too tight, the cloth splitting her lips painfully. Why did he need to gag her? Was he trying to silence her screams? She grew more afraid and her body became tenser. Bound, gagged, and naked she could do little to stop him now from whatever perversities he would inflict on her body.

James' hands moved to her breasts, his large hand encircling it, feeling her hard nipple sticking into the palm of his hand. He squeezed, enjoying the feeling as his hand clenched on her firm flesh. She could do little to stop him as he fondled her breasts roughly, her nipples responding to the hard touch by growing thicker. His fingers sought out both tips, pulling them up as he squeezed them, watching her conical breasts yanked out of shape. He twisted his fingers, not even a grunt of protest came from Carrie's gagged mouth, even though he was pinching all the blood from the tips. Her hips were moving, slowly from side to side, the bondage preventing any more. He looked down at her pussy, her spread thighs glistening with her arousal. He picked up the nipple clamps, holding them in front of her face so she could see what would soon bite into her nipples.

He opened one of them wide.

Carrie could almost see the great pressure James had to put on the small clamp to open it, the metal glistening in the bright light of the room. The inside of the clamp was serrated, tiny little teeth that would bite into whatever it clamped onto, refusing to pull off if pulled. Carrie could almost feel the pain already. She shook her head in defiance, mumbling unintelligible sounds. Her body stiffened as James' hand moved the clamp to her breast, Carrie trying to sink her body deeper into the bed. He had a look of pleasure on his face, as one hand gripped her nipple just beneath the areola, pinching until all the blood shot to the tip. She could feel her heart pounding in the tip of her nipple, looking down to see the tip grow a dark red, growing thicker as his fingers forced the blood to the end. He was making it an easy target for the metal clamp that was only inches from it. It was almost as if he were moving in slow motion, his hand moving the metal clamp until both halves were around her nipple, poised to pinch her delicate flesh. She braced her body for the unexpected. But nothing could have prepared her for the unbelievable pain that shot through her breast.

Carrie's head shot up from the pillow in spite of the bondage. Her arms tugged painfully on the leather straps that pinned her securely, in spite of the pain as they dug into her flesh. Her back arched as if she could somehow ease the pain by pushing her breasts out farther. Even the gag could do little to contain the scream that tore from her mouth. Luckily, they were outside of town, the only neighbor was Carrie, and she was the one suffering. James had released the clamp, the powerful clamp shutting on her delicate flesh. He watched with pleasure as the teeth bit into her aroused flesh.

The unyielding metal clamp bit into her nipple with a vengeance, the tiny teeth felt like hundreds of pins piercing her nipple all at the same time. She shook her head back and forth in pain, her eyes pleading with James to release her from the pain that laced through her breast and shot straight to her brain. He only smiled, his hand picking up the other end and opening the second clamp. She felt his fingers on her other nipple, preparing it for the painful bite of the other clamp. She willed her body to refuse the finger's teasing, but her nipple failed to obey, growing larger as he pinched the blood to the tip. James teased the nipple this time, rubbing the clamp over the tip of her nipple, teasing her with the torrent of pain that he would inflict on her. The other nipple still throbbed in pain, but the intense feeling was gone, replaced with a dull throbbing pain that refused to go away. She tried to lay still, the slightest movement making the clamp dance painfully on her nipple and igniting a fresh bout of pain in her breast. She held her breath as the other clamp descended on her nipple. James pinched it open and Carrie felt the cold metal clamp encircle her nipple. She bit into the gag as James released the clamp, her back shooting up into the air, both of her nipples now suffering the unbelievable pain as the metal clamped her delicate flesh with impunity.

The metal clamps stood out from her chest, James attaching them from the front, making it easier to tug on them without releasing the pressure. Tears filled her eyes, her chest slowly rising and falling as she tried to breathe. He could see the pain etched on her face. His hand slid between her legs, his fingers prying apart her pussy lips to slide along her slit, finding her wet in spite of the pain. Her body jerked, but not in pain, his finger bringing her pleasure. He began to masturbate her, two fingers sliding up and down, Carrie fighting to keep her hips still.

She fought the conflicting urges in her body, from the pain in her nipples to the pleasure she felt between her legs, she was surprised when James' fingers began to rub her pussy so gently. She couldn't deny the juices that his fingers extracted from her spread pussy. To make it worse, James gripped the chain that connected the nipple clamps, pulling it until it was taut. The muscles in her back began to cramp, Carrie realizing that her back was arched obscenely, not even touching the bed as she tried to subconsciously ease the pain in her nipples. She had no choice' she eased her back down, the spasms were hurting. She felt the clamps tighten as James kept the chain still; Carrie forced to endure the increased bite on her nipples as they pulled out, the serrated teeth refusing to yield. "MMMMMGGG," the gag muzzling her cry as James slipped two fingers inside her suddenly, a tug on the chain sending a shot of pain through her chest.

The fingers began to finger fuck her, in and out, her pussy slick, coating his fingers with her juices, making them ride easily into her wet pussy. But with each burst of pleasure between her legs, she also received a burst of pain in her tits. James was tugging the chain on the nipple clamps until her breasts were yanked out almost an inch, the metal digging into her tormented flesh.

James watched her body dance beneath his hands; he was playing her like a maestro, keeping her body tense as he alternated between pain and pleasure. Her body shook and trembled, her insides were clutching his fingers with love, triggered by the pain in her breasts. Her body glistened with sweat, her arms and legs pulled painfully on the straps that kept her spread for his pleasure. She was ready to cum, but he didn't want to give her the pleasure yet. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, her eyes opening wide as she tried to figure out why he stopped. "Not yet. I don't want you to cum yet. You have so many more sensations to receive. Pain and pleasure, before I will allow you to cum."

She hated that he denied her the orgasm that was built up in her body, especially after the pain he had inflicted on her breasts. She felt frustrated, wishing she could use her own fingers to bring herself off. The only relief she felt was when he released the clamps from her nipples. But nothing could have prepared her for it. She welcomed his fingers when they moved to the clamps, first the right one. He opened the clamp, the blood rushing to the nipple. She screamed into the gag. "EEEGGGG." She had never felt anything like it before, the clamp coming off more painful then when it was placed on. The only relief she got was when James' fingers squeezed her nipple hard, Carrie welcoming it, the pain finally subsiding as the blood pounded in her abused flesh.

"One more Carrie." James' fingers pinched the other clamp open, another muffled scream from Carrie; even though she knew this time that it would be painful. He massaged the nipple, Carrie's chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to put the pain aside. He looked at her nipples, red and swollen, he was sure that they would be sensitive to touch for a few days, but he would enjoy that.

Carrie would look at the nipple clamps with dread in the future; their bite was just as painful coming off as going on. Not that she would have much of a choice. She looked down to see James' cock hard and erect, he enjoyed her pain. She heard the sound of a vibrator, her pussy getting wet just from the buzzing sound as if she were conditioned to the response. Carrie had often used one at home, much easier than putting up with some of the men she had dated. She felt the tingle as James slid it along her thigh, moving up towards her pussy. She welcomed it, James pulled back her lips and pushed the head of the vibrator against her opening.

Her pussy looked as though it was swallowing it up, the vibrator sliding with ease inside of her. He turned it on higher, the buzzing sound reaching a crescendo, the small pearls turning around the shaft as he began to push it in. Her body jumped from the unexpected touch of the pearls, rubbing her insides as James began to feed more and more of it inside her. Her hips tried to move up, wanting to take it deeper, the pain forgotten from her face, the look of ecstasy replacing it. "You like that Carrie?"

"MMGGHHH," the vibrator pushed in deeper, the sudden shock as the clit attachment pulsed against her swollen pleasure button, the triple prongs feeling like they were slapping her clit. James began to fuck her with it, making her take the full measure of it, the vibrating muffled as it shoved deep inside her, the pearls sending her tight passage into spasms as it slid in and out. God, did it feel good, the pain of the clamps gone from her head, only the pleasure of the vibrator inside her.

The vibrator glistened with her juices as he pulled it out, her insides clinging to it possessively. He would shove it back in and tiny gasps would come from her gagged mouth each time he would plunge the entire length back into her pussy. Her clit stood out like a little, hard cock, the clit prong making it vibrate with pleasure each time it rubbed against it. She was not to be denied her pleasure this time, James shoving the vibrator in and out with ferocity as her orgasm drew near. Her hips were moving up and down, the rope constraining her movements.

She bucked up and down as best she could, but it was the tight bondage that also drove her lust. James was fucking her with the vibrator, her sex a tangle of conflicting pleasure. The vibrations were driving her crazy, her clit tortured by the clit stimulator, the beads turning inside her, making her muscles clench uncontrollably on the artificial pleasure. But it was the thick, unyielding plastic vibrator that drove her over the top, pushing aside all resistance to take her, just as she hoped James would do to her with his cock. Fuck her while she was bound, his cock banging away inside her belly, Carrie forced to take his thick weapon. She shook her head from side to side, biting the cloth that split her lips as she came, clamping down on the vibrator, trying to close her legs on it as she would when she did it herself. Her thighs trembled as the vibrator continued to fuck her in spite of the orgasm that raced through her body, her helplessness adding to the pleasure as her spread legs prevented her from doing anything but accept the continued fucking of her pussy. She came again, her nipples aching as they swelled in pleasure, the clamps making them sore to even the gentle breeze of the night on them. James continued to fuck her with the vibrator, each time driving another orgasm from her body.

James took her from one orgasm to another, her body was wound so tight and her pussy was forced to take the vibrating phallus inside her by his hand. The ropes kept making her accept the continuing orgasms until James grew tired of the game. Only when he pulled it from her pussy did she stop, a touch of the tip of the vibrator to her swollen clit driving a cry from her gagged mouth. She finally slumped into the bed, exhausted from the pleasure. But he was far from finished with her. It would be her anus next, James testing it for elasticity. She would have to learn to pleasure his cock in her backside, clenching on his shaft in spite of being split open so wide. e He James moved next to her face, taking his cock and rubbing the hot flesh over her silky cheek, his cock jerking from the pleasure of her skin. He stroked his cock over her face, his hand jerking up and down the shaft until he felt the urge to cum in his balls. His sphincter tightened as he felt himself cum, shooting a small arc of creamy sperm onto her gag with a thud. He struggled not to cum any longer, his hand still as he saw the thick, milky substance coat the white cloth. His fingers rubbed it around her lips and pushed it into her mouth. "Just something to remind you of me."

She couldn't do anything as she felt the sperm land on her mouth and gag. His finger rubbed it over her lips, painting them with the salty fluid. His finger pushed some into her mouth until it invaded her taste buds, the overpowering salty taste pervading her saliva. It spite of cumming, his cock remained hard. Carrie felt hands reaching under her, her cheeks pulled apart unceremoniously by James. He picked up the anal probe, slowly lubricating the balls until they glistened in the light. They were too big, too big to be pushed inside her backside. From Jesse to James, both of them taking a special interest in her anus, Carrie was unable to dissuade them from probing her backside with their fingers. Now James had toys, toys that would force her muscles into submission.

James stroked his cock as he held up the anal probe for Carrie to see, the balls glistening with lubricant. "I love a nice tight asshole and I am going to enjoy sodomizing a pretty young thing like you. I will prepare you over the next few days to take my cock in your ass. Now try to relax your asshole. It will make it much easier for you." James moved the anal probe beneath her legs, rubbing the tip of it over her anus, watching as the tiny hole went into a series of spasms from the unexpected touch on it.

Carrie could do little except submit, feeling the touch of the probe on her anus. She felt a pressure as James pushed hard against her tiny hole, Carrie bracing for the pain as it entered her. James pushed the head of the probe around her hole, teasing it as he ran it around in a circle before placing the end of it in the center. The lubricant made it slick, her anus unable to stop it from entering her, a gasp from her gagged mouth as her anal ring opened wide to take the first ball inside her. She felt an uncomfortable feeling inside her, her insides stretched open, her anal ring burning as it spread to take the ball. Her ring snapped shut on the ball, trapping it inside her, the next ball battering at her back opening.

She tensed, knowing the next one was bigger, the burning would be worse.

James allowed her to grow accustom to having something in her ass, leaving the first ball inside her, but tapping the end of the probe so she felt every vibration. He snapped the anal probe, Carrie's eyes opening wide as she was suddenly impaled on the next ball, her anal ring forced open, then quickly snapping shut, two balls now lying inside her.

She felt a cramp, two balls sitting uncomfortably inside her. God, if they already hurt, what would it feel like to have his cock inside her, his shaft and head much bigger then the largest ball? Carrie didn't think she could take such a formidable weapon inside her. And what did he mean by preparing her? This time James was slow and deliberate, Carrie grunting as he pushed on the probe, her anal ring slowly opening to accept the next ball, this one bigger then the last. Her ring burned, opening wider than she thought possible.

Carrie strained to keep her muscles relaxed but it did little good. Just when she thought it wouldn't go in any farther, her ring began to grip on the smaller side of the ball, forcing it hard inside her before she could even do anything. It felt like a giant lump inside her, keeping her insides open, her rectum clutching on the three balls. "MMGGGG," she tried to protest this rude invasion, but James' hand was already forcing a fourth ball inside her.

Her ass rose up, the probe inside her, her anal ring stretching to accommodate the next one.

James' eyes were glued to her anus, watching as the tiny hole was forced to engulf the slick balls. His mind conjured up the pleasure he would feel when it was his cock that was receiving the pleasurable clenching of her muscles. He was always surprised that such a tiny hole could accept all of the balls, but it was managed with only a minimum amount of pain. The ball, over an inch in diameter, stretched her ring wide, clinging to the ball as he pushed it inside her. She clenched down on the shaft, Carrie jerking as four balls lay inside her anus.

She felt like there was a baseball bat inside her, her rectum forced into submission by the hard balls, her anus going into a series of tremors as it clutched on the anal probe inside her. James was relentless, the next ball shoved unceremoniously inside her, the other balls sinking deeper into her guts, a sharp pain in her stomach. She forgot how many balls there were, but she was sure that there were more. And bigger ones. She felt an unexpected tugging from inside her anus, one of the balls suddenly pulled out, her anal ring in a spasm as it was forced open. She could only gasp, James suddenly shoving it back in, this time her anal ring opening and closing on two balls, the last one was the thickest. It hurt as much coming out as going in.

James began to fuck her anus with the probe, over eight inches of balls inside her, only two left, the biggest one over two inches in diameter. He beat her anus until it submitted, balls forced in, then out, then two more shoved in, the probe deep into her bowels now. He watched her stomach muscles jump, knowing that the probe was giving her cramps, but he continued until the last one was inside her.

Her head shot up, her eyes pleading with James, her anal ring felt as though it was tearing as he shoved the last ball inside her, Carrie could feel his knuckles banging against her beaten anus. Her insides felt like they were forced to straighten out, the balls lying inside, keeping her passage open wide, her muscles forced into submission. She never felt as full as she did now. But James was not content with just leaving them inside her, his hand drawing the probe out, sometimes just one ball, sometimes two or three, painfully plunging in and out, her anal ring forced to submit as it opened and shut on the unyielding balls.

James watched with interest, his hand stroking his cock as he imagined her anal ring sliding up and down his shaft. He wouldn't last much longer. He needed to unleash a load of sperm inside her. He pulled the probe from her slowly, one ball at a time, her body jerking each time her ring closed on the shaft.

She couldn't control her own muscles, James forcing her anus open and closed, the burning worse as he pulled the probe from her. How would she take an ass fucking with his cock? She finally felt relief, the probe pulled from her, her anal ring still opening and closing in a series of spasms. She saw James between her legs, his hands holding his cock in front of him as he lay down between her widely spaced thighs. She wanted his cock inside her, needing relief that only a real cock could give her, not the artificial plastic vibrator. She saw his hand out of the corner of her eye, picking up the twig vibrator, the smaller anal probe slick with lubricant. She'd never be able to take both of them inside her, but her mind was clouded by the pleasure she felt when the head of his cock was placed at the entrance of her pussy. She wished she could wrap her legs around him, but the bondage forced her to accept whatever he decided to give her. "EEEEEMM," his cock suddenly impaled her, her hot, wet insides sucking it deep inside her belly. He drew it back, only to plunge it back in unopposed, Carrie tightening her muscles to give him all the pleasure she could.

She was like a blast furnace, her insides clinging to his cock as he began to fuck her, taking deep strokes inside her belly. She could only roll her hips to the side, but her muscles made up for the lack of mobility, clenching and unclenching on his cock. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, then shoved it back in, making her take all of it. His hands slid under her ass, taking one end of the duel vibrator and placing it against her greased anus. Her ass rose up as he pulled out, the head pushed against her anus.

She couldn't do anything about it, the hard vibrator shoved against her anus. She was already slick and the powerful thrust of James' cock inside her belly drove her ass down onto the vibrator. Carrie screamed into the gag. The vibrator split her anus, burning as it drove into the depths of her guts, meeting James' cock as they both impaled her. She never felt anything like it before, her sex feeling as if one giant cock was tearing her open.

James began to fuck her hard, making her take his cock in her belly, as well as the vibrator in her anus. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more stimulation, his fingers went to her nipples, pinching the abused flesh, igniting a fresh bout of pain. She screamed as she came, her body unable to comprehend the ravishment that James was inflicting on her. His body slammed into her clit as he fucked her with Carrie submissively spread and bound for his pleasure. Her pussy gushed onto his cock, dripping down to soak the vibrator that James continued to fuck her anus with, making it easier as it slid deep inside her. Another orgasm raced through her body, her nipples pinched harshly, her body jerking as James fucked her. He shoved hard, burying his cock inside her belly, his hand shoving the vibrator deep inside her ass. Then she felt it, a feeling like a fire hose spurting her insides with his hot sperm. He fucked her as he spewed his hot sperm inside her belly.

He dumped the sperm from his balls, her insides clinging to his cock as she came with him, his cock sliding effortlessly on her wet insides, shooting sperm as he plunged back in. He twisted the vibrator in her anus, making her dance on his rutting cock.

He didn't untie her right away, his hands caressing her body so tenderly, the vibrator still sitting uncomfortably in her anus. Her thighs were slick with their combined cum. She finally felt relief when the vibrator was pulled out, James putting it down beside them. He got up and untied her and Carrie stretched her cramped muscles. When she was untied, he turned her over onto her side, facing away from him as he inspected her anus intimately, his fingers peeling apart her cheeks. Carrie was humiliated at the obscene sight he was viewing.

Her anus was red and inflamed, the tiny hole still open as it tried to adjust to not having something inside it. She had cum while having something in her ass. He knew that he could make her cum when he sodomized her.

She stayed the night, James bringing her coffee in the morning. He was dressed in a bathrobe, but he kept her naked, his eyes feasting on her flesh while they sipped the coffee.





CHAPTER 11



Trained



Carrie did not see James all day, his car was gone early in the morning. She got a lot of work done, finished up editing the novel she was working on and glad to pass it on to her boss. She had some free time for two days, the artwork for the cover not due yet. The book would be ready to go once she got that.

She lay on the beach, her mind still going back to last night, her pussy becoming wet as she thought of it. It was not what she had always fantasized. Her perfect man, the man that would take care of her, protect her, be the father of her children. James was completely different, demanding submission from Carrie, sexual demands that Carrie could barely fathom. And to be bound. And enjoy it!

The loud voice scared her, the beach deserted.

"Turn over on your stomach."

She instantly recognized James' voice. Opening her eyes, the bright sun shining on them, she was barely able to make out the imposing figure that towered over her. She looked to both sides, the beach was empty. She turned over, afraid of what James had planned for her. Her legs were tightly clenched together as if she could stop him from having his way with her. She put her hands at her side and closed her eyes, waiting for James.

James stood above her in his bathing suit, his cock growing as she turned over, her lovely ass pushing up into the air, the bikini doing more to entice than to cover. Her plump twin cheeks pushed out the thin material of the bikini. James bent down, putting his knees on either side of her hips. He felt her jump when his fingers touched her back, unsnapping her bikini top with deftness. He pushed the top to the side, his hands sliding lovingly up to her shoulders, slipping the thin straps off her shoulders. "Put your arms in front of you."

She felt him on her, more his presence than his weight. She shivered when his fingers touched her back, his light touch giving her goose bumps as they moved to her bikini. She felt the release, his hands stripping away the garment from her body. Would he make her naked? On the beach? Even though there was no one now, she was afraid someone could come along. She heard his command and did not hesitate, feeling him slip the bikini straps off her arms as she spread them out in front of her. She pushed her upper body from the blanket, James slipped the bikini top from her body and Carrie pushed her naked breasts back down onto the blanket. His hands slid along her flanks, his fingertips lightly touching the side of her breasts, Carrie finding her nipples responding to his touch.

James slid lower down, uncovering her lovely ass. His hands began to clench on her cheeks, able to grip each one in his large hand, pulling them apart as he ground her pussy into the blanket. She did little to stop him, her hands clenched in fists in front of her, her eyes still closed tightly as if she could put this out of her mind. He loved her ass, her cheeks so firm and taut. "I'm going to enjoy your ass, Carrie. But first you must be prepared."

There was that word again, prepared. She trembled in fear. He had already used an anal probe on her, the feeling still vivid in her mind as the balls slid in and out of her rectum. What else would he do? His hands gripped the top of her bikini. She felt it sliding slowly down over her cheeks.

"Raise your ass up in the air so I can take these off."

His hands continued to slip her bikini down, Carrie rising up on her knees, ashamed at the way she was thrusting her ass up into the air. She felt the bikini bottoms as they were peeled down her cheeks, slowly revealing her naked ass to his eyes and anyone else that might wander down to the beach.

A sharp slap on her ass kept her in position. "Keep that ass up until I tell you!" James peeled the bikini down over her hips and down her legs. He pulled them down until they came off her ankles, folding them neatly and placing it next to her bikini top. Her ass was still perched up in the air, naked now, her cheeks clenched together as if he hadn't peeked between them before. Her upper body was partly off the blanket, her lovely breasts hanging down so seductively, the nipples rubbing along the harsh blanket. He was sure that they were hard, the clamps making them sore, the lightest touch inflaming them. Her pussy peeked out from between her tightly clenched thighs, a few stray red hairs inciting his lust. James' hands caressed her hips, enjoying the way she moved, her ass rising up higher as his hands pushed harder on her skin. He moved his fingers inward, teasing along her clenched thighs, the light touch reaching close to her pussy, but not quite touching it. His fingers slid along her naked cheeks, pushing harder onto her flesh, teasing along her crack, but not forcing his way between her cheeks yet. She would have to open them voluntarily.

How could his hands feel so good, in spite of him humiliating her this way, stripping her naked on the beach in the middle of the day? She didn't understand her own body, her pussy was growing wet with desire and her hips were moving as if they had a will of their own. She almost wished he would touch her pussy, his fingers were moving so close to it.

Carrie held her breath each time, but was disappointed as his fingers moved away, leaving her unfulfilled. His hands slid under her body, pushing her upper body up higher, his hand cupping her hanging breasts. She was almost on her hands and knees, doggy style, naked on the beach. His fingers felt good as they sought out her nipples, his fingers pinching the swollen tips as they hung down. "EEEEEMM," she moaned in pain as his fingers bit into the sensitive tips, still sore from clamps that painfully bit into them last night. She felt them swell beneath his touch in spite of the pain.

She was responding well. James pushed down on her back. "Lay down on your stomach again." She obeyed with out question, James moving to get off her. "Very good Carrie. Now spread you legs for me. Very wide, like last night when you were bound."

She shuddered as her legs slowly opened, her pussy rubbing on the blanket as her legs spread wider and wider. She could only imagine how she looked in the bright sun, her buttocks parting, her crack disappearing, her pussy peeking out from behind. She spread them wider and wider, a strange thrill racing through her body as she felt her pussy rubbing along the harsh blanket. She knew her anus was exposed, as well as her pussy and it excited her. Far more than she cared to admit. She didn't stop spreading her legs until she felt the familiar ache in her crotch, just as James had done to her in the bed yesterday. Her thigh muscles trembled. She could feel the heat of the sun blazing down on her anus.

James was pleased with her progress. He opened the bag he had brought with him, putting the series of black butt plugs on the blanket, as well as the warming oil. He picked up a butt plug that would be the first of three that he would use on her. It measured a small 3 inches in length and 3/4 of an inch in diameter. The next increasing to 4 inches and 1 1/2 inches in diameter and would be more challenging. The final, five inches, and 1 1/2 inches in diameter would really open her up and then his cock would be next. The end was small, making the initial penetration relatively painless. The plug expanded in the center to the maximum diameter, dilating the anus. The base slimmed back down to lock the butt plug in the ass, the sphincter clamping down and securing it in place, the large base would keep it from going in any deeper. Carrie would be required to wear the butt plug for two hours. Although it would be uncomfortable, it was necessary for her anus to be trained to accommodate his cock.

"WWWWhattt is that?" She hated to admit knowing what it was, but she had never really seen one up close and personal.

James began to lubricate the smallest of the butt plugs. "This is a butt plug. There are three of them, each one longer and wider than the last. You will be required to wear each one for two hours inside you. As I said, this will prepare you. Prepare you for my cock. I am a lover of the female asshole and I enjoy the hot, tight round hole. It is a different feeling than the pussy, the muscles rippling up and down on my cock uncontrollably. It is also deeper, able to take the largest cock inside, though it does become more painful the deeper the penetration. And you will experience a fullness that you have never felt before."

She could never take the smallest one in her ass, never mind the large one. It still felt like the anal probe was inside her, in spite of its small size. How could she keep it inside her for two hours? She was sure it would tear her if he shoved it in. She felt his hands on her buttocks, his powerful fingers prying her cheeks apart even wider, Carrie feeling her anus open wider. She braced herself, never even realizing that she had already resigned to the fact that she would submit to taking the butt plugs inside her. All for the express purpose of making it enjoyable for James to sodomize her.

"Relax your anus." James pushed the butt plug against her anus, the hole still pink from the anal probe. The black plug covered the opening and contrasted sharply with her white skin. He pushed harder on the end of the plug, watching as she tried to drive her body deeper into the sand. He didn't hurry, his eyes watching as the black plug slowly began to push into her hole, her anal ring having no choice but to open up and allow it to penetrate her. "Push back with your ass. Make your asshole pucker open. It will make it less painful." He saw her try, her ass rising up.

It felt like a brick pushed against her anus. In spite of it being lubricated, it wouldn't go in; her hole was too small for the large plug. She tried to obey James, she raised her ass up and strained as she pushed out with her muscles. She felt the gradual opening of her anus, the familiar burning of last night returning to her brain. She grunted as James pushed harder, the slick rubber plug having success in penetrating her. "OOOHH, GGGODDDD," she moaned in pain.

James gave it a shove, finally breaching her tight hole, watching as her anal ring swallowed up the tip of the butt plug, James pushing it in until it got to the part where it swelled bigger. Her anus was stretched tightly around the shaft, almost lovingly. "Take a deep breath and relax." He could see her body tense and her muscles taut.

"It's hard to relax when you have a log up your ass," Carrie yelled sarcastically, too late to take it back. It was not good to offend the person that had a butt plug up your ass.

She tried to lay her body back down on the blanket, James following her with the butt plug.

She breathed heavily, trying to put the burning in her ass out of her mind. If he would only fuck her instead. In the pussy and not be so preoccupied with her ass.

James laughed loudly at her, pleased that she could keep her sense of humor at a time like this. He began to move the plug, slowly in and out, the oil making is slide easily.

He enjoyed the way her anal ring gripped the shaft, imaging it was his cock that was getting the pleasurable feeling. He began to take fuller strokes with it, the shaft moving up to the part where it enlarged, each time James forcing more and more of it into her anus.

She had about an inch of the shaft in her rectum, the rubber massaging her anal muscles.

He was fucking her with it; in and out it slid, never quite letting it leave her anus. Her anal ring gripped it, her muscles fought to shove out the invader that penetrated her rectum. It felt like a huge rock inside her, Carrie unable to do anything but lay there on her belly while he sodomized her with the fake phallus. He was pushing it in deeper and as he did the burning increased. She felt the pressure as the butt plug pushed deeper; James was relentless as his hand pushed harder. She could feel it began to swell inside her, stretching her open, making her take the thick rubber inside. She shut her eyes, her hands clenched in pain as it stretched her open, the thicker part of the butt plug entering her rectum, pushing painfully against her muscles. Nothing that big should be going inside her, her passage was made to push things out.

James gave one last shove with the butt plug. The largest part of the shaft pushed through her anal ring, her stretched hole quickly shrinking back down and gripping the slim shaft almost possessively.

"EEEEGGG," the unexpected pain as it entered her, her insides pushed aside, her muscles forced into submission by the unyielding rubber. Just as her anus stretched until she thought it would tear, it quickly slipped closed, trapping the butt plug inside her. She pushed with her ass, testing its resolve, the butt plug moving but not going far until she felt it pushing at her anal ring, but this time from the inside. It finally dawned on her. How would he take it out? She looked at the other ones, the butt plugs tapered at the beginning, but the end of it shrunk abruptly. To take it out, her anus would have to open just as abruptly. She knew that it was going to be painful.

James enjoyed the delicious sight of her ass, the black base of the plug covering up her anus, but he knew that she was being stretched from the inside, the broad middle of the plug deep inside her rectum. James needed relief, he looked around the beach, and it was still empty. He took off his bathing suit and stroked his cock. He knelt down next to her and saw her look over her shoulder at him. She licked her lips.

She felt the fullness, but it was James' cock that drew her attention away from her anus. He was kneeling down next to her, naked, his cock hard and ready, her pussy welcoming the pleasure. She didn't know how it would feel to have his cock and a plug in her ass, but she wanted to find out. Her submission had made her horny for his cock. She pushed her legs closer together as James climbed on her ass, his cock placed between her cheeks. At least she wouldn't have to worry that he would stick it up her ass, the hole already filled to overflowing. She moaned softly as he took his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, the thick head pushing aside her wet lips. He drew his cock all the way up to the butt plug, a strange thrill hitting her as it moved around inside her as if it had come alive. She arched up her ass when she felt him place the head of his cock inside her.

She was accommodating, her pussy was very slick and the head of his cock entered her with ease. She pushed her ass up submissively, ready to be impaled. He lay down on her ass, thrusting his hips forward as he covered her ass, driving his cock halfway inside her belly before he stopped. Except for a grunt, she made no sound, only a tightening of her pussy on his cock. Her pussy was like a blast furnace, hot and wet, clenching on his shaft. He pulled his cock out until only the head of his cock was gripped by her tight hole.

He plunged back in, this time not stopping until his stomach slapped against her buttocks, her insides clenching around his cock.

He filled her completely, the full length of his cock inside her belly, his stomach banging harshly against her buttocks, driving the butt plug deeper and more painfully inside her anus. It twitched and jerked inside her rectum, sending her anus into spasms, her muscles rippling up and down the thick plug inside her, the pain increasing her stretched passage. She didn't have time to dwell on the pain, James was commencing to fuck her. He put his legs on the outside of her thighs, pushing her legs together until his cock was squeezed tight inside her pussy. As well as the thick butt plug in her rectum.

She never felt so full; feeling like one giant log was between her legs.

James couldn't believe how tight she was. Her legs were shut tight, the butt plug filling her, pushing against his cock inside her pussy. He couldn't wait any longer; he began to hammer his cock in and out of her belly. Each time he thrust back in, he shoved harder, slamming his abdomen against her ass, driving the butt plug deeper inside her. He knew that it hurt her, her belly clenching his cock in pain, but that only added to his pleasure. His hips jerked up and down, his cock plunging in and out of her belly with lust. He couldn't believe the pleasure he felt. He wouldn't last long. His hand crept under her, driving her hips up, her ass rising up so he could take deeper strokes inside her belly. His fingers were not idle, finding her wet slit, sliding up until he found her clit. He pinched it just at the base, her hips driving her pussy hard onto his cock. He began to roll the swollen organ in his fingers; Carrie was now dancing her pussy on his cock.

James was fucking her hard, harder than anyone had ever done before. Now with her ass forced up, he shoved in deeper, banging hard against her cervix with each punishing stroke. But it was his fingers, stroking her clit, finding her pleasure button and rubbing it that was driving her over the edge. Even the pain in her rectum could not diminish the pleasure she was feeling, his large cock pulling out, dragging her insides out each time, only to shove back in to take her with a powerful thrust.

Neither of them lasted long, only minutes before they came, both of them cumming together. James bathed her insides with his hot sperm, Carrie crying out as his fingers extracted the ultimate climax from her body. She shuddered beneath him as he continued to pump in and out of her, all while he was spewing his sperm inside her belly. Even the butt plug felt good, the thick rubber plug pushing hard against his cock in her pussy.

They both got dressed as a couple came into view. By time they were close enough to see anything, both of them were dressed. "Do you want to go into town and have lunch with me?"

"Like this?" She tried walking, taking only short steps, each one uncomfortable as the butt plug moved around inside her. She had to put a short skirt on over her bikini, the butt plug pushing out the bottoms.

"You have two hours to wear it."

"Okay," Carrie cringing at the thought of having to sit on a hard chair, pushing the butt plug in deeper.





CHAPTER 12



James' Demands



Carrie barely got any work done the next week; luckily she could manage to do most of it late at night. A time when James was less demanding. Her mind was in a cloud, not believing the things she submitted to and the things that James demanded of her.

The butt plug was the worse, each day Carrie presented her naked body to him and each day the butt plug was inserted inside her for the customary two hours. James would sit in a chair while Carrie stripped naked for him, Carrie loved watching his lap, enjoying that she could arouse him as she did. She watched as the bulge in his pants grew until he finally had to unbutton them, the zipper sliding down noisily until his cock was free of his tight shorts.

Carrie arched her back, sticking out her breasts for him, her long red hair covering her bare breasts until her hard nipples would burst out from beneath her red tresses. Her nipples were still sore and sensitive, but a breeze from the outside was enough to make them hard.

"Move closer," James picking up the strings from the table. He had used the clamps on them each day, letting her get used to the bite of the unyielding metal clamps. Carrie kneeled before him, already knowing the daily ritual would include James fondling her breasts. Or more. She put her hands behind her neck, her elbows bowed out as he had taught her, her back arched obscenely until her chest was thrust out brazenly. Her firm breasts stood out, her nipples hard and pointed, waiting for James' manipulation.

Carrie saw the string; at least it wouldn't be the strong metal clamps that bit into them today. She saw him place a loop of string around one of her nipples, his finger teasing the tip, pushing the string down until it snuggled below the nipple, right on her areola. She could feel the pressure even as he began to pull, James yanking the tiny noose until she felt the gentle tug on her nipple. She arched her back more, her eyes looking down to see the string bite into her pink nipple, a thin indent in the otherwise smooth flesh. She could feel the blood rushing to the end of her nipple as the string compressed the harden bud.

She shivered as James' fingers touched her breast as he tied off the string, making short work of making it so tight that the end of her nipple pounded harshly. She felt a tingling, looking down to see how swollen her nipple had become. It began to turn a dark red.

James enjoyed himself, tying first one nipple, then working on the other, all the while Carrie watching him as if she were a spectator. He tied the string tight, far tighter than was necessary. He would not be able to keep them on for long, not wanting to permanently injure Carrie. He just wanted to teach her that she would have to submit to his every demand. Both of her nipples stood out like tiny red balloons, swollen as the blood was trapped in the ends. James stood up, towering over Carrie, his hands holding the other end of the two strings.

Carrie looked up at James, her eyes following the twin strings that rose up from her aching nipples to his hands. She braced herself for the inevitable. He pulled the strings until they were tight, her nipples pulling and yanked harshly to the side. It was as if James was a puppeteer, and Carrie was the puppet, James pulling the strings to control her. She bent backwards as James yanked the strings harder, her nipples pulled up to the ceiling.

The ache in them began, the strings getting tighter, her nipples distending further. It felt like the ends would explode. James began to make them dance, her breasts rising and falling as he pulled and released the strings. Each time he pulled the strings tight, the sharp bite would shoot through her breasts. For five minutes, James played with her. He finally grew tired of the game, but he didn't remove the strings. Instead, he took two half-pound fishing weights, carefully tying them to the string an inch from her nipples. He placed them on the table, making Carrie bend over it.

He didn't want her to feel the weights until he was ready with both of them. He tied them off, the weights looking harmless on the table. It would be a different story when they would hang loosely from her nipples, a half-pound of metal yanking her proud nipples towards the ground. Shortly, the tiniest of movements would incite a fresh bout of pain. He could leave her in and out of sharp, sexual pain as long as he desired.

Carrie struggled as she leaned back, the sudden shock of pain hitting her as the weights slid off the table, slapping hard against her stomach as they swung back and forth. Carrie could barely catch her breath, the sharp pain racing to her brain. It was worse than the nipple clamps, the heavy weights making her lovely breasts contort. She struggled to keep still until the weights stopped moving. Now there was only the painful drag as they hung down, gravity forcing her beautiful firm breasts towards the ground.

James left them on for five minutes more, tapping at the weights when he saw the look of pain leave her eyes. He hefted one weight up into the air. "Hold it." Her hand cupped the weight, so delicately as his fingers played with the string, trying to get it off her trapped nipple. It took long minutes and much fondling of her flesh before he was able to pull it off, but not without pinching her already clenched nipple numerous times. He worked on the other one, a sigh of relief from Carrie once it was off. His fingertip rubbed over the ends of her nipples, watching as Carrie flinched. "I love it when they are so sensitive. Show me your pussy. I'm sure I will find you drenched."

Carrie took off the rest of her clothes, standing naked in front of James. She spread her legs as he taught her, his fingers peeling back her pussy lips like an onion, Carrie ashamed that he was right. Her pussy was soaked. He pulled her lips wider, until she was exposed, her pink insides glistening with her arousal. His fingers stroked her, moving from the top of her pussy lips, teasing close to her clit without touching it, back down until he found her tight hole. One finger became two and then finally three was impaling her, Carrie gasping as she stood on her toes as the fingers moved inside her. She knew he was just teasing her, he would not let her cum yet. She knew what was next.

James loved the scent of her arousal, licking his lips as his mind conjured up the familiar taste of her pussy. Not now, maybe later he would partake of her delicious pussy.

She wouldn't last much longer, so James was ready to move on to the reason for this display. "Turn around. Show me your ass."

Carrie turned without question, though only days ago she would have been mortified to perform such a task. She bent over, her hands on the table James conveniently placed nearby. She spread her legs apart, wider this time. She had worn the smallest butt plug for quite a while and she was sure that he would move up to the next one. She had seen it on the table, it was much more formidable then the last. Thicker and longer. It would be very uncomfortable to have it inside her, never mind that it would be for two hours.

"Spread your cheeks for me Carrie. Show me that lovely flower." James sat in the chair, his eyes transfixed on her lovely ass. Her long, slim fingers slid back, delicately peeling back her cheeks until her anal cleft was exposed, the crack of her cheeks barely visible. Her tiny anus was more pronounced now, the daily probing of the butt plug in it had given it a pink glow, but it was still a virgin hole that would soon receive his cock in her ultimate sacrifice to his sodomy.

She felt the familiar tug on her anus as her fingers pulled her cheeks apart, the cool air blowing on the hot hole that was now so graphically exposed to him. She could feel his hot breath between her cheeks as he moved forward, Carrie bracing for the touch of his finger as he lubricated her for the butt plug. "Eeeeehhh," letting out the air from her lungs as she felt his finger, already slick rubbing around her anus. His touch set off the fiery feeling between her legs, his finger rubbing circles around her wrinkled hole as he made it slick. She felt the tremors, Carrie still unable to control them as he touched her in her most intimate spot. She pushed back on his finger as she felt the pressure, the tip of his finger pressing into the very center of her hole. She could now contain the gasp of surprise as her rectum was probed with his finger, but James was not stopping until she had taken two inches of finger inside her. She squeezed his finger appreciatively as she grew comfortable with his finger inside her. She felt his fingertip move, pressing on the sides of her rectal muscles, palpitating the tight muscles until she squeezed him again.

She had learned quickly, Carrie squeezing his finger as he taught her how she was to pleasure his cock. Each day she tightened and clenched on his finger, James' cock jerking in pleasure at the delightful pressure that her muscles exerted on his small finger. Soon it would be his cock that would feel the pleasure. "Now relax while I go deeper." She grunted as James twisted his finger and pressed it deeper, her body moving forward before she realized her mistake, pushing her ass out, impaling her own anus on the finger that crept deeper into her intestines.

Carrie felt the uncomfortable feelings that rippled through her stomach as something went in her ass the wrong way, her muscles fighting to push out the invader in spite of Carrie trying not to resist. The finger wormed its way inside her, Carrie trying to relax her anal ring as it went into a series of spasms as it slid so tightly over his knuckles. No matter how much she tried to relax her muscles, she could not stop the burning as her anal ring spread to accept his finger that was shoved inside her. She pushed her ass higher up in the air as the finger corkscrewed her guts, spreading the warming oil that James lubricated her with. She felt his knuckles bang against her anus, knowing his long finger was as deep as it could go. She felt it pulling out, grunting softly as it felt like her guts were being pulled out from behind with his finger. He teased the tip of his finger just inside her anus, then thrust back in, this time his finger was unopposed as it slid along her slick passage. He fingered her anus, slapping her buttocks, the sound resounding in the quiet of the room. Her muscles reacted, squeezing tightly on his finger, so tight that he could barely move it inside her. The pain made her tighter and James took advantage of that. By the time they would be finished, her cheeks would be pink from his hand.

James fingered her anus for five minutes, her hips beginning to gently rock from side to side, Carrie not even realizing that she was settling into the probing with ease. He slapped her ass three times, her cheeks were now glowing a pretty pink against her pale skin. Each time she ground her muscles onto his finger and clutched it so tight. He pulled his finger out of her ass with a loud pop, his eyes watching her anus as it stayed open for several seconds, the dark hole so forbidding. Her tiny wrinkled hole now glistened brightly in the light, the tiny hairs ringing the hole standing up. He looked lower down, her pussy was gushing with her juices and staining her thighs. She might protest what he did, but her body took it in stride and even welcomed it. It was time for the probe. "You will be taking the next size today Carrie. You are going to have to get used to it quicker. My cock can't wait much longer to enjoy that tight, hot hole."

Carrie looked over her shoulder as James oiled the butt plug, the black plug shining in the light. It was four inches long and 1 1/2 inches in diameter. It would stretch her far greater than James' fingers had. And she would have to keep it inside her for two hours.

Each day. She felt James rubbing the end of her anus, her hole shrinking away from the large head. James was relentless and pushed harder, Carrie grunted as it felt like he was pushing her hole inside her. No way would it fit, the head was just too massive for her in spite of taking the smaller one inside her. Her hips hit the edge of the table, no more room to get away from the plug. Her hands trembled as she kept her cheeks spread for him.

"MMMMGGGG," she felt the head of the butt plug spreading her ring open, Carrie unable to fight the massive weapon that was being forced inside her ass. She was sure that he was tearing her, the burning shooting straight to her brain. She clenched her ass muscles, the head of the butt plug entering her rectum with a sudden shove that left Carrie gasping for air. It felt like a lump of rock inside her, her cheeks clenching and unclenching, Carrie unable to do anything but try to breathe.

Her anus swallowed up the slim end of the butt plug, the more formidable part of it, the center, still had to go in. Her body relaxed, Carrie forgetting that the thicker part was half way down the shaft. Her anal ring was stretched wide, but it would have to go much wider to take the larger diameter of the plug. He moved the plug inside her, pushing it in and out, keeping Carrie's mind focused on the main task. Her ring clung to the shaft as it moved, sliding up and down on the oil. He began to move it in deeper, her anus having to take the larger part of the plug.

James was fucking her with the butt plug, the thick rubber plug pushing hard against her rectal muscles, beating them into submission. She felt it going in deeper, the fiery pain in her anus increasing until she finally realized that there was still the thicker part of the plug to enter her before it would be locked inside. Much thicker. Her breathing became shallower and Carrie braced herself for the pain that she knew would be coming, but nothing could have prepared her for this. It felt like her anus was torn. "GGGGGHHH," she screamed out loudly, James fucking the butt plug into her anus until she felt the large bulge of the center of the plug enter her rectum. It was tearing her open, James pushing until her anus swallowed it inside, her anal ring shoving it in deeper as it shrunk down over the thin shaft at the end. It felt huge inside her. James tapped the end of the plug, the vibrations shooting down the plug deep inside her, feeling them deep inside her guts.

She took it with ease, though James doubted that she would consider what she had just endured as "with ease." He tapped on the end of the butt plug, seeing Carrie's body shake as it resonated deep inside her intestines. "Take a deep breath."

"It's hard to breathe when you have a baseball bat shoved up your ass." In spite of the pain, she still managed to keep her sense of humor. She stood up, feeling the butt plug in her stretching her obscenely from the inside. God, how would she manage to keep that thing inside her for two hours? Each day. She almost would welcome getting ass fucked instead. She looked at the other butt plug, the one that was even more massive.

James kissed her, surprising her as his lips took hers, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. He found her responsive, her naked body pressing up against him, his naked cock pushing against her pussy, her lovely breasts sticking into his chest. She responded with her tongue, his hands around her back, gripping her buttocks and pulling her onto his waiting cock.

She didn't expect James to kiss her, but then again, very little of what James did was expected. At least by Carrie. She felt her body mold into his as if she belonged this way forever. Especially that lovely cock that slid along the lips of her pussy. Her lower hips began to move, feeling the pleasure of his flesh on her wet inner lips. She knew he was going to fuck her the minute she felt his cock. Carrie was having some trepidation of taking a hard cock in her pussy while her rectum was full of fake cock. A very big fake cock. But James had aroused her again, in spite of what he subjected her to or because of it. All she knew was that she wanted that beautiful cock inside her.

James waltzed her off to the bedroom, Carrie walking slowly as she tried to get used to having something that large inside her ass. His hand was around her waist, his eyes looking over behind her to view the black plug that graced her lovely ass. She got into bed slowly, bending over slowly, trying to accommodate the four inches of thick rubber inside her. He slid in along side her, turning her on her side until she was facing him, one of her hands going down to slide over the shaft of his cock, the other lovingly cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. James kissed her again, his lips moving down to her breasts, capturing each nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep inside his mouth, his tongue attacking the battered tip. Even though his sucking and biting of her nipples was painful, she kept her hand masturbating his cock, her fingers sliding around the shaft, moving up and down.

He fingered her pussy next, two fingers inside her, the other finding her clit, pinching it at the base until it pushed out of its protective hood, his finger snapping at her pleasure button as her hips jerked in pleasure.

His hands and mouth were everywhere, her nipples, her pussy, her clit, all of them touched, bit and fondled as she stroked his cock, feeling it grow beneath her touch. The butt plug felt uncomfortable, but it soon passed from her mind, her arousal becoming more pressing. "Fuck me," she begged him, lying on her back, her ass rising up from the bed as the butt plug hit the hard mattress. Her stomach cramped as it moved the wrong way inside her. She spread her legs wide, finding his cock as he moved over her, guiding it to her wet pussy. She rubbed it up and down her slit, pressing it against the opening of her pussy.

James was quickly between her legs, her hands reaching out for him, drawing him into her. He gave a quick thrust with his hips, impaling Carrie on his cock with a single thrust that buried half of his cock into her hot, wet pussy. She welcomed him in, her insides clutching to him, drawing him in deeper as her ass rose up from the bed. His hands reached under her, gripping her buttocks in his hands, his hips fucking his cock deeper inside her belly. He felt her tightness, far tighter than before. It was because of the butt plug that lay on the other side of her pussy, only a thin membrane separating the two.

It felt like a giant cock was inside her, filling her more than ever before. Each time she moved, the butt plug would shift, banging painfully in her guts, the cramps making her pussy clamp down on his cock. He drew her onto his cock, taking her with powerful strokes that drove his cock into the deepest depths of her belly. She had never been taken so fully, her pussy stuffed with his cock, her insides feeling like a virgin, the butt plug pressing hard against his cock. He banged into her with each thrust, unable to control his powerful strokes, banging hard against her clit. Even her nipples hurt as they scratched against the hair on his chest, feeling like it was sandpaper rubbing over them. It was the mixture of pain and pleasure that sent her over the edge, James' hands under her ass, pushing hard on the end of the butt plug that set off the first orgasm in her body, rushing from her rectum, to her pussy to her breasts, all of her organs shaking in pleasure. She came just as one powerful lunge sent his cock hard against her cervix, his fingers banging hard on the butt plug, feeling like it was going to come out her mouth. And then he came, blasting her insides with a hot powerful jet of sperm that filled her insides.

James couldn't contain his lust, taking her hard, his cock banging in and out her tight belly, his hand snapping the butt plug in her ass, each time her body jerking in pain, each time her insides clenching on his cock with such delicious pleasure. His body rocked with the powerful orgasm. When he felt her cumming, her body gripping his cock with such force, he exploded, his swollen balls dumping his precious sperm into her waiting body.

He slammed into her four more times, each time his cock spewing out his sperm as he pushed in, her insides clinging to the shaft as he pulled out.

They finally collapsed on the bed, their sweat drenched bodies lying side to side, their cum leaking out from her pussy onto the clean sheets.

The rest of the day went on as if they were a normal couple, either spending time together at the beach or going into town. Carrie was rediscovering the town she grew up in. It was different now or maybe she was just seeing it in a different light. Even the lustful stares by the town's people did little to dampen her spirits. James took it as a compliment, often eager to flaunt her lovely body to them, knowing full well it was only he that could have it.

And each night they spent together, either at Carrie's or in James' bed.





CHAPTER 13



Lost Anal Virginity



They had been together for two weeks now. The hardest part of the whole thing was the final butt plug. Carrie looked at it with dread, the butt plug 5 inches long and 1 1/2 inches in diameter. It was hard enough to walk with a 4-inch plug in your ass. She felt as if the thick plug straightened her back and now it would increase to 5 inches. James enjoyed her discomfort, making her take long walks with the butt plug inside her. The first time he inserted it in her; he took his time, teasing her with it, her anal ring slowly gripping it as he pushed it slowly in her anus. She could barely move when he shoved it deep inside her, her anal ring gripping the tiny end, holding the large plug in her rectum, stretching her wide inside.

Carrie was almost ashamed at allowing him, knowing that he was only training her ass to accept his cock, but the final act of sodomy was now upon her. She was at his house, following his instructions to the letter. She stripped off all of her clothes, in spite of the sliding glass door drapes that were opened to the night. They were usually closed, but this night was different. Was there someone outside that would soon witness her ultimate sacrifice? She took off her clothes as if she was doing a strip tease for the outsider, slowly revealing her naked body. She looked over at the large bed, crawling to the center on her hands and knees, her cute ass shoved back towards the open door. She got into position, on her hands and knees, her head bowing down and turned back behind her, James wanting to see the expressions on her face as he took her. Her knees shuffled along the silk sheets, spreading her legs wider, her thighs parting. She could feel her buttocks separate, knowing that she was presenting a lovely look from behind, from her wet pussy all the way up to her anus, the tiny wrinkled hole slightly inflamed from wearing the butt plug this morning. She posed on the bed, waiting for James to enter.

James took off his clothes, looking into the full-length mirror, his hand on his cock as he stroked it to full erection. He had saved himself for two days, wanting his cock rigid, his balls full when he took her anal virginity. Carrie had proved her submission, taking the increasingly larger, and thicker butt plugs with only minor protest. Tonight would be her ultimate sacrifice, her final surrender of her anal virginity. He walked out of the bathroom, the lovely naked creature on his bed making his cock grow thicker. Her firm, round ass was arched up into the air; her legs spread wide, and her pink pussy contrasting with her white skin. She was looking back at him as he stood behind her, a flush on her face, James not sure if it was her arousal or shame. But what drew his attention was the brown, wrinkled hole that looked as though it was winking at him, snuggled tightly between her white cheeks. He rubbed his cock as he imagined how it would feel to have his cock wrapped deep in her colon, her muscles rippling up and down his shaft as he fucked her.

"What do you want Carrie?"

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to spare her the humiliation, but he would have none of it. He wanted to hear her surrender. The words came out hard. "Your cock."

He stroked his cock in front of her. "Where do you want it Carrie?"

"IIIInnnn my ass," she blurted out, already feeling the painful stretching she would have to endure, his cock looking larger than she had ever seen it. He wouldn't allow her to make him cum for the last two days, knowing that he was saving himself for this day.

James got in front of Carrie and knelt down before her head. He gripped her hair, pulling her head up, seeing the pained look on her face as he pulled some of the red hair from her scalp. "Suck it Carrie. Get it wet for you ass." His hands squeezed on the side of her head.

She opened her mouth wide, welcoming his cock, feeling it slide over her lips, the flesh so hot. Her lips stretched wide, clasping the head of his cock just under the rim. She instantly went to work on him, her tongue searching out the hole in the tip, extracting his salty nectar. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth, eager to please him, eager to make his cock slick for her sodomy. Anything to ease his monstrous cock as it entered into her small anus. Her head began to move up and down, taking more of the thick shaft in her mouth. She kept her lips tight, wanting to please him.

She felt James' hands tighten on her head, knowing he wanted it still deeper; Carrie forced to take his cock down into her throat. James enjoyed her choking and gagging, his cock leaping as it plunged into her tight throat. He began to jerk her head back and forth, his cockhead banging at the back of her mouth, her tongue moving up and down the shaft.

James enjoyed Carrie sucking his cock, her mouth was very responsive, and her throat was so tight that he didn't think he would ever get his cock down into it, but he did.

She always kept her hands at her side, in spite of the choking and gagging as she was forced to swallow the thick helmet of his cock. But tonight would just be a preliminary, to put her in the mood as much as him. He let her suck him for a few minutes more before he stopped, taking his cock from her mouth slowly, her lips gripping it tight as he pulled out as if she didn't want to let go.

His cock slid out her mouth, covering her lips with her saliva and his sperm, the salty taste lingering on her taste buds. He moved behind her, Carrie putting her head down on the pillow, looking back at him. She waited for the first painful entry in her ass.

James climbed on the bed and crawled behind her, his cock jutting out in front of him as if it had a mind of its own, eager to be between her cheeks. He slapped her ass, his hand rising up high, Carrie seeing his intentions, her cheeks growing taut as she prepared for the powerful impact, but doing nothing to stop him. His hand struck her right cheek with such a force that her body rocked forward, her cheek turned pink instantly and you could almost see the outline of his hand on her flesh. She quickly pushed back, her ass arching up higher, allowing him unfettered access to the clear, pale skin of her ass. His hand rose up again, crashing hard down on her other cheek, the muscles of her cheeks taut, unable to cushion the force of the blow. This time she was prepared, pushing her ass back to meet the smack, her body not moving an inch in spite of his strength. He struck her ass four times before he stopped, her cheeks glowing a pretty pink. "Just to get your ass warmed up."

She should have been surprised, but she wasn't. He took out a length of rope. He had been increasingly tying her up, Carrie doing little to protest the bondage. Bondage, a word that was new to her vocabulary, but strangely exciting. Each time James would tie her up, the voracity of her orgasms would increase. She eagerly put out her hands, James tying them together, pulling the ropes tightly around her wrists. He tied the end of them to the headboard. Carrie's naked body was now stretched out, vulnerable and waiting for James.

She saw James' cock glistening with her spit as he settled down behind her. She could feel the heat from his organ, the plum sized head pushed against her delicate opening. It felt huge, much larger than the butt plugs that he used to open her up and just as hard. She panicked suddenly, her calm demeanor giving way when she came face to face with his fat cock pulsating on her anus. She shifted her weight as if she could get away from him as he pressed forward with his hips, fighting the restraints that held her tight. James' hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her white skin and pulling her back onto his cock.

He saw her panic as he sought the inside of her ass, but he was not willing to give up his pleasure. He yanked her back onto his cock as she tried to escape, feeling her tight anal ring slowly expand as he pressed in with his hips. It felt like a vise was crushing the head as it was compressed by the tight ring of her anus, James' hand reached down to keep his cock rigid as he sought to ride her ass. He pushed harder, hearing Carrie grunt loudly as her muscle was slowly weakened by his rock hard cock. She squealed like a stuck pig as the head of his cock suddenly popped through her small virgin opening, gripping his cock like a tight glove. His head reared back in pleasure as he felt the tightness of her rectum grip the head of his cock in her hot, tight hole. It was such exquisite pleasure.

Carrie's head shot up from the acute pain as his thick cock stretched her anal ring until she was sure it was torn, as she was impaled on his cock. She couldn't believe the burning pain in her ass, James' hands holding her tight, not allowing her the luxury of moving away. She could barely breathe as her muscles tried to push out the rude intruder that entered her the wrong way. She could feel the twitches of her muscles around the thick rim of his cock as she fought to accommodate the massive member that breached her virgin hole. James was not patient, his hands pulling her onto him, filling her rectum for the first time with the real flesh of a thick cock.

James couldn't believe the tightness, her anal ring gripped his cock on the sensitive rim just beneath the head, her quivering muscles brought such delight to him. James was finally able to exhale loudly. He had planned to take her slowly and let her get used to having such a monster in her anus, but the tightness of her rectum and the sight of her bound naked body at his mercy was too much for his lust. Instead, his hips responded on their own, sinking half of his cock in her anus with a powerful thrust. Carrie's head was shaking from side to side and the air thrust out of her lungs by the unexpected impalement. James' bulging cock sank into the hot depths of her guts as her hips danced from side to side to escape his ravishment. James pulled his cock back until only the head was gripped tightly by her anal ring, then he thrust forward again, his cock sliding deeper into her guts, a second grunt of despair coming from Carrie's lips.

Her anus was ablaze with painful sensations. Her ring burned as it passed over the thick shaft that pushed in and out. Her insides were clutching on the thick head as it battered her muscles into submission, stretching her from the inside, the thick rim rubbing her passage as it pressed in and out. She could barely breathe, gasping as she tried to accommodate the thick flesh that pierced her very soul. She couldn't feel James behind her, knowing that she still had more cock to take inside her, in spite of the cramps that were already beginning. This was worse, much worse than the butt plugs. At least they stayed still, James' cock was continuing to plunge in and out with abandonment.

When James felt her muscles relax, he thrust back into her ass. He reveled in the tightness of the round tube, three quarters of his cock was now inside her. He watched the obscene spectacle of her anal ring stretching along the shaft of his cock as he pumped in and out. She grunted again, her head turned towards him, her shoulders bunched up as he shoved in, her bound hands clenched in pain. He pulled out, pausing for only seconds and then he impaled her with one mighty thrust that sent his cock to the very depths of her bowels, her insides fighting every inch as it pushed into her virgin rectum. He grunted in pain, feeling like her anus was going to skin his cock, but he was determined, feeding her his cock until it twitched deep within her guts.

"God, it's so big in me!" She grunted in pain as she felt her insides speared by his thick, long cock. It felt like it was going to come out her mouth, a fullness that made her stomach cramp. There was no escape for Carrie, James' hands were holding her onto his cock, her hands were bound and her naked body was bent over submissively. James began to rhythmically fuck her in the ass, pulling his cock out until only the head of his cock was trapped by her anal ring. He paused as Carrie braced for the next thrust. The next thrust was just an inch, then he pulled back and thrust back in, two inches this time.

Her insides clutched his cock, not to pleasure it, but to force it out, but James was too strong, each time making Carrie take more of his big cock. She gulped, as if his cock were going to come out of her throat, as James began to ride her, making Carrie take the full measure of his cock with each stroke inside her. Her toes curled each time he bottomed out in her guts, the thick head pushing aside all resistance, her hands clutching the headboard. She had no way to escape the punishing strokes. She felt a fullness in her she had never felt before.

James would pause, wanting to prolong his pleasure; Carrie's hips were moving from side to side increasing his pleasure. His cock would piston in and out of her stretched anus, watching as Carrie slowly took his cock in her rectum. He would pull out slowly, then thrust back in hard. "What a tight little ass, Carrie." James teased her as he made her endure the eight inches of hard cock up her ass. Carrie was struggling to dislodge his cock, pushing her cute ass out hard to dislodge his cock from her ass or squeezing her anal ring, but his cock enjoyed the delightful clenching. Her muscles were tight around the shaft, his balls tightening in pleasure, needing to cum soon. But first, he needed to instill the same desire in Carrie. He began a rhythmic fucking of her rectum, taking long, deep strokes in her, burying the head of his cock deep in her intestines and feeling the warm blanket of her insides clutch his cock. James began to sense a change in her attitude. Her squeals of pain began to change; the first sounds of unwilling arousal came from her mouth, desperate sounds of lust from her lips.

She couldn't tell when it changed, but all of a sudden, the fullness felt good. Even the cramps sent a strange masochistic pleasure between her legs as she felt the thick ridge of his cockhead and the bursting vein that pulsated along the shaft in her rectum. Carrie could feel every bump and ridge in his cock. James sensed it, his hand sliding under her body to find her pussy, his fingers finding her clit and squeezing hard. Carries ass shot up, impaling her anus so hard onto his cock that she screamed out in pain, but James just withdrew his cock and thrust back in without stopping. He flattened her body out on the bed, his legs pushing harshly between her thighs, pinching the tender flesh by accident as he spread her legs wide until they ached. All the while, he continued the hard sodomy, pounding away at her anus, his stomach slapping noisily against her buttocks.

James' body fucked her ass hard, her body was pinned to the bed, her legs spread as he took her for his pleasure. He wouldn't last long. "Grip my cock with your insides. Make me cum." He shoved her legs together, shoving her ass up into the air, his cock still spearing her tightly clenched cheeks. It felt like his cock was in a hot, tight vise, the tightness of her legs together making it hard for him to drive his cock deep in her rectum.

He grunted, throwing his hips forward, his cock hitting the depths of her guts. "God your ass is so tight!" He felt her clench onto his cock as he pulled out and then relaxing her muscles as he grunted and thrust back in. He began to vigorously fuck her ass, his cockhead growing thicker as the sperm bubbled up in his balls. His hands found her clit again, pinching the erect organ until she bounced up and down to match the thrusts of his cock.

The inside of her ass was rubbed raw, the pain deep in her guts and cramping her, but his fingers sought out her clit, mashing it between his strong fingers until she responded, meeting his powerful thrust, her ass forced back onto his cock. Just when she didn't think she could stretch any more, his cock bulged and Carrie knew that he was ready to cum. She felt the first load flood her guts, bathing her insides with the hot fluids. It triggered an orgasm that started in her rectum, rippling along her muscles, her clit swelling as the tremors raced through her bound, naked body. He continued to sodomize her as he came, load after load of sperm filling her bowels. She had never felt such a thing before.

Each time he would shoot, her rectum would contract on his cock, sending another load of sperm from his balls into her reluctant anus. He thought it would never stop, shooting five times in her before his cock began to shrink. He stayed on her back, feeling the delightful contractions as her anus until she was finally able to force out his shrinking cock, James straining to keep it in as long as possible. It finally popped out, a flood of sperm following it. James sat up, his hands on her cheeks, parting them until he saw her red, inflamed anus, still clenching, partly open, his milky white sperm dribbling out. Her anal virginity was gone, but he would enjoy her tight rectum for a long time to come.

James untied her, Carrie rolled over and curled up into a ball. It still felt like his cock was in her anus, Carrie reaching back to see if she was still okay. Except for a handful of sperm, her anus had survived his sodomy. She took a warm shower, letting the water run down over her sore anus. It was almost a half hour before she came out, Carrie not surprised to find James naked on the bed, his cock already erect. "Anywhere but my ass,"

was her only response. She found herself a short time later on the bed, her hands tied to the headboard, James kneeling just below her head, his hand holding his cock out for her open, waiting mouth. He fucked her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out of her mouth, Carrie choking when he thrust it down her throat, James enjoying pinning her to the bed, her mouth and throat speared by his cock. She swallowed all of his sperm but not before he fucked her mouth for almost a half an hour.

James ate her pussy after he came in her mouth, leaving her bound, her legs pulled up high, tied to the same headboard as her hands. He tongued her pussy, even paying special attention to her anus, rimming her as she squirmed uncomfortably from the perverse act. But it didn't stop her from cumming all over his face as he kissed her sex with his tongue lapping up her juices.





CHAPTER 14



James' House in the Mountains



It was a week later, out of the clear blue sky. "Would you like to see my house in Asheville? I haven't been home for a while and thought you might like a change of scenery, from the warm beach to the cooler mountains." Their relationship had progressed rapidly, Carrie often finding her body naked and bound for James, with not a single word of protest from her. Even when he took her in the ass, which was a favorite place for James. It never failed to please him that she came no matter what he did to her, or maybe because of what he did to her. At home, he would have a better place to indulge his fantasies with her, his house laid out nicely for his pleasure.

"Should I worry?" Carrie looked at him, smiling broadly.

"About what?"

"Is it a castle high up in the mountains, or a dungeon down below where I would find myself naked and bound, awaiting your pleasure?" Carrie didn't know what to expect, James was always surprising her. She had never met anyone quite like him.

"Well, it's not a castle." He smirked when he said it.

"So, there is a dungeon?" She was kidding when she said it. Now it seemed like he wasn't.

"I'm not sure you can call it a dungeon. I think of it more as an entertainment center."

"I assume you don't mean a big screen television and a sound system."

"No, nothing in the way of electronics, but lots of interesting furniture. I think you will find it suitable, though not necessarily comfortable."

"I guess I should pack light. I presume I will be naked most of the time." Her pussy was getting wetter by the moment. "And bound."

'Yes, I do love you naked." James reached down to the front of his pants, openly stroking his hard cock. "And especially bound."





It was about a three-hour drive, James putting the top up, as the weather was already getting cooler the higher up into the mountains they drove. Carrie was wearing a short skirt, knowing that James loved her long legs. Her panties had come off over an hour ago, her skirt now hiked up high to her waist, and her legs spread for him. She was openly masturbating at his request, his cock throbbing to get out of the tight pants that constrained the growing flesh. He loved her red bush, but was watching her face as she pleasured herself, James warning her not to cum.

She liked teasing him, playing with her pussy as he watched, her fingers slick with her juices. It was a long ride, Carrie stopping more frequently now, her arousal reaching a peak, afraid of defying James by cumming. It was strange, a man telling her when she could have an orgasm, but their relationship had always been strange. The encounter with Jesse had opened up a world to Carrie that she only thought existed in books as fantasies. She had tried to get William to engage her desires, but he was afraid of it, or afraid of her and what she wanted. And then she met James, Carrie was literally swept off her feet and taken in by his overpowering presence. She could have never imagined that she would receive so much pleasure from submitting to his perverse demands, giving her body to him in whatever manner he desired. And his desires were far beyond what Carrie could have ever imagined. Yet, she continually submitted to him, a shiver running through her body when he told her of the "entertainment room" at his house. She had already been bound naked for his pleasure. And he had taken her in every manner she could fathom. What else would he require of her? She knew she would have little choice in the matter. By agreeing to go, she had surrendered to accepting anything he did.

"What are you thinking about?" James had noticed that her mind had drifted off, though her fingers were still stroking the slick lips of her pussy.

"About how far you have taken me."

"Do you regret it?"

"No, no," she answered quickly. "I hate to admit it but I am enjoying every minute of it.

It scares me sometimes, but that only makes it better. And you always leave me guessing as to what you will do to me next."

"We're here," James pushed the remote and waited, the large wrought iron gate squeaking noisily as it slowly opened. The car moved forward, the tires making crunching noises as he drove down the stone driveway to the front entrance.

Carrie couldn't have even imagined such a place. It was late in the day, the fog was already rolling in, making it more sinister than it really was. It was a huge house, a sprawling single level with tall floor to ceiling windows opening up to the magnificent view of the valley below and above, the high mountain peaks. "I never imagined this." Carrie heard the wrought iron gate clang shut, making it sound so final as if she were locked in a prison, James the warden, Carrie a prisoner to be dallied with as he saw fit.

James carried the bags in, Carrie only having one small one, taking James' advice.

He also had a fine collection of clothes for her, picked out by him.

"Can I see the entertainment room?" Her lip quivered when she said it.

"Let's have a light dinner first. Then we can enjoy some time together in it. Your lovely masturbation has left me aroused." He moved into the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator, finding some food already made, only having to warm it up. "No need to hurry.

Anticipation is a nice aphrodisiac."

Her stomach grumbled for food, but it wasn't her tummy that she wanted filled. Two hours of masturbation had left her on edge, she needed relief that only James could provide.

There were two large oak doors with massive hardware on them looking out of place with the rest of the house. It was almost like an entrance to a dungeon. James lifted the heavy iron door handle and the door creaked open sounding a little too spooky. It needed grease. He would need to speak to his caretaker.

Carrie looked in with trepidation and arousal. The room was brightly lit with a wide scattering of furniture throughout. There were chairs and couches, but they were strangely spread around islands of unusual furniture. Carrie looked at each one. She recognized some of them, wooden stocks, just like the Puritans used with yokes that would hold the head and arms of the unlucky occupant, but also their legs, widely spaced, leaving the unfortunate occupant crudely exposed. One table looked exactly like a rack, heavy chains and a pulley on one end used to stretch a body until it broke. There were saw horses with sharp ridged planks of wood, meant to force the female occupant's sex onto the painful ridge at the mercy of their captor. There were chairs gathered around so that many could watch their sexual demise. "TTTThhiss isn't just for your pleasure!"

"No. I have friends with similar appetites. That is why we like the seclusion of the mountains."

"Is anyone coming tonight?" She began to grow worried. It was just like when he left the windows opened, making Carrie perform in front of them. It excited her and scared her, knowing that someone out there was watching her as James indulged in his pleasure with her.

"Only you and I, and hopefully we will cum many times." James laughed loudly, hoping to take some of the edge off.

She felt some relief, but there was still the worry over the bondage furniture. Carrie knew she would soon be bound naked and at James' mercy. Her pussy dripped with desire. Carrie reached back and unzipped her dress, pulled it off her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet. She stood naked, no bra needed, her panties lying on the floor of the car. Only her high heels remained, knowing that James loved the way she looked in them, especially when she was naked. Carrie always felt a little shame in wearing them, naked and perched high on a pair of heels always made it seem so obscene. "Where do you want me?" Her nipples felt like they would explode, looking down to see the tips hard and pointed.

James could see the way she was trying to be brave, as if it was nothing to submit.

But he saw the fear in her eyes, James enjoyed knowing that she could not anticipate what he would do to her. She would learn discipline tonight.

"Over here." He made Carrie lie on a wooden table, the back slanted up to support her back into a half-reclining and half-sitting position. The top had a pair of well-worn stocks, one for the neck and two for the wrists. He pushed the large stock in front until the two sides met, seeing Carrie gulp as the wood pushed against her neck. He arranged her hands until they were pointed up, locking the stock with a small padlock securing the two sides together.

She felt the rough wood on her ass, careful not to slide and get a sliver in her cheeks.

It was hard to get used to the wood pillory around her neck, gulping a few times until it passed. She tried to pull her hands out, but something kept them from sliding out, the wood pressing hard on her wrists until she could almost feel her heart thumping in the veins of her wrist. She looked down, but there was nothing to secure her feet. The table was low to the ground, not more than two feet high.

James kissed her softly surprising Carrie with the act of affection at this time. "Relax, we have a long night ahead of us." James stood back and took off his clothes, stroking his cock with broad strokes in front of her. Her head was at a convenient height to suck his cock, but that would be later. He stood in front of her. "Bring your legs up." He watched between her legs as she bent her knees, pulling them up, keeping them tightly together as if she could somehow preserve her innocence from his eyes. "Very lovely, but I want to see that lovely red haired pussy. Spread your legs apart." He looked at the way her breasts heaved up and down, Carrie was still trying to grow accustom to the pillory that fit tightly around her neck. Her legs spread, and James rubbed his cock from the head all the way down the shaft as her sweet pussy came into view. "Farther, real wide now Carrie."

Carrie tried to imagine what it would be like if others were in the room, watching her as she spread her legs so obscenely. Would James let them touch her? Or would it be he that made her perform in front of them? She felt her wet pussy lips separate, the cool air in the room blowing on her hot inner lips, wishing she could touch herself again. She couldn't look down, the pillory keeping her head up and rigid. She spread her legs wide until James was pleased. She saw him move to the side of her, moving close to her.

James looked down at her. "Keep your legs open. No matter what I do!" Before she had a chance to respond, he slapped her inner thigh, his large hand leaving a pink imprint of the tender white flesh. Her legs closed instantly, trapping his hand between her thighs, her powerful muscles putting pressure on his hand. He didn't do anything. "I told you not to close your legs. The number will double. Now open them and keep them open."

She couldn't believe the pain from his hand, her silky thigh still aching. And what did he mean by the number will double. What was he going to do? She struggled in her mind, but James won, her legs spreading wide again, James removing his hand from between them. She braced herself, knowing that was not a single slap. It didn't take long before James slapped her other thigh, the muscles in her thighs struggling to close, Carrie grunting as she tried to obey.

Her legs closed a little, but she was trying. He tapped her inner thighs. "Wider. Much wider and keep them open. You must learn discipline." He waited until she complied, a frightened look on her face as she spread her legs. This time they spread wide, James knowing that her crotch must ache from the wide spread. He could see her pussy lips pulled wide apart, the dark forbidden hole opening. She was learning. "Remain still." He reached over, Carrie watching as he slapped her again, this time high up on one thigh, so very close to her pussy. Her body jerked, her muscles drawn taut, but she obeyed, her legs spread wide.

"EEEEhhh," she cried out. She could feel the breeze of his hand as he slapped her on her thigh, catching her where her legs joined her crotch, a sharp pain on the most tender flesh, near her pussy. Another to the other side, her legs aching as she tried to keep the position.

"You're doing well Carrie. Now I'm going to work on your pussy. Twenty slaps, twice the number for disobeying me. Each one will grow increasingly harder. If you don't keep them spread, I will double the number each time you close them. I have all night. And your mouth is conveniently located should I feel the need to cum."

He couldn't be serious. Her pussy? He was going to spank her pussy! She looked at him, his cock harder than she had ever seen it before, jutting out proudly in front of him, a cruel smile on his face. She was bound in his house, high up in the mountains. No one would help her. "Please. Not there! It's too tender."

"Nonsense Carrie. There is nothing more enjoyable than spanking your pussy. Unless I desire to whip it. And with the way you are bound, I doubt you can do much to stop me except for close your legs. And that will only increase your punishment." Her body grew tense, her muscles all tight as his hand swung between her legs, her eyes following his every movement as his large hand swung between her widely spaced thighs. He caught her pussy directly in the center, his hand smashing into the puffy lips of her pussy with a resounding smack that rang out in the loud room like the repeat of a rifle. He felt the wet slap, his palm covered with her juices. She might verbally protest this, but her wet pussy was saying a different thing.

Her body jerked, her ass pushed into the hard wood, a splinter puncturing her ass cheek. But that was mild compared to the shock of his hand spanking her pussy. She felt her lips crush beneath his hand, the stinging flesh still resonating in her brain. He kept his hand on her mound, the pressure of the heel of his hand strangely discerning. She could taste blood in her mouth, Carrie was biting her lip to keep the screams from coming out.

She wanted so badly to close her legs, to trap his hand between them, to make him masturbate her until she came. His hand pulled away, Carrie's hips moving forward, pulling the splinter from her ass cheek. She kept her legs spread as she waited for James to spank her pussy again. Nineteen more times.

James looked at the wet spot on his hand. "Lovely Carrie. Your pussy is dripping wet.

This one will be harder." He didn't wait, swinging his hand, connecting with her wide spread crotch, slapping upward to catch her low down between her legs and pulling his hand upward to make sure that he captured her lips. By the time he was finished, her pussy lips would be large, swollen and very tender to the touch. So ripe for an orgasm.

Her body jerked up, her tits bouncing gently, Carrie's hands clenched tightly in the pillory.

Not a sound came from her mouth, but he could see the tears forming in her eyes. And her legs began to tremble. Another slap, this one higher up, but stopping short of her clit.

He didn't want to give her that pleasure yet. He caught her square in her slit, smashing her wide spread lips, his fingers smashing into the tender flesh of her inner pussy. Her juices splashed onto the table, staining the wood with her arousal. Another one followed quicker and harder, her body jerking with each spank.

God, her sex was ablaze in pain. And wet! She couldn't believe it, but she didn't feel just the pain, she also felt pleasure. She lost count of how many times he spanked her but it must be at least ten. With ten to go! Her pussy felt like it was burning up, her lips swollen. She tried to look down but the pillory prevented her from seeing if he damaged her sex. James' cock leaked sperm from the end, the thick organ bouncing in front of him each time he spanked her pussy. He was enjoying her suffering. And she hated to admit it, but she was too. She refused to cry out, biting her lip with each spank, tears staining her face. He was moving higher up. Moving closer to her clit. What would that feel like?

Her clit crushed beneath a powerful blow of his hand. Could he really make her cum while spanking her? She would be humiliated if she did that. What was he disciplining her for?

Was she just to be put on display for his friends?

James bent down, licking away the salty tears from her cheeks. "Ten more Carrie. Are you going to cum for me while I spank you? It's your clit on the next one. Raise your hips up for me. You know how much you like it when I'm rough on your pleasure button."

She did it without thinking, her ass rising up from the table, at least relieved that no more splinters would go into it. She could see her sex now, her legs spread wide and her pussy open. It was so red, not the white and pink like before. And her lips, they were twice their size, sticking up high in the air, her slit so much more pronounced. She waited, holding her breath. It happened suddenly, Carrie not even seeing it coming. "EEEGGG!"

She couldn't help it. His hand came slamming down on her pussy. So much harder than before or at least it felt that way. Maybe it was just that she was getting more tender after the first ten spanks on her pussy. His hand felt like it was smashing her clit into her pelvic bone. And her clit, it felt like a stone as his hand hit it. The rest of his hand crushed her lips, James pressing his hand hard into her mound as she struggled to keep her ass up high.

James could feel a change in Carrie. He had spanked her clit five times now, each time Carrie keeping her ass raised up from the table. He would keep his hand pressed into her sex, his fingers pushed hard between her lips, the tip of two fingers pressing her clit into her pelvic bone, rubbing it back and forth. Instead of her ass rising up, it was moving from side to side after each spank, her clit rubbed by his fingers, the heel of his hand rubbing against the opening of her pussy. Her pussy dripped onto the table beneath her, a puddle now staining the wood. He had never seen a girl get so aroused, wondering what she would be like when he whipped her pussy with the buggy whip. With it, he could pinpoint the pain, paying special attention to the sensitive area of her perineum, her anus, her pussy and finally her clit. He was sure she would cum easily under the leather whip.

One of many times tonight.

She didn't know how many more times he was going to spank her pussy, but she didn't care any longer. She just needed to cum. She was rubbing against the hand that was spanking her, wanting the pleasure. Each time she was close, he would pull his hand away, another spanking on her pussy igniting the masochistic pleasure in her body. She wasn't sure what would make her cum first, the spanking or her erotic rubbing of her pussy on his hand. She no longer cared, her body drenched in sweat and her nipples begging to be touched. Even her anus throbbed, wishing James would touch her back there, probe her with his finger and make her feel the power he had over her body.

It was the last one. The twentieth and the one that would make her cum. He knew her body well enough to sense it. He swung hard, hitting her, Carrie arching up higher than usual, knowing what she wanted. Her legs spread obscenely, his hand catching her hard in the center of her mound, two fingers slamming into her clit. She screamed, but not in pain. It was pleasure, her hands clenching, her back arching her tits out for any stimulation and her hips swung erratically from side to side in an orgasmic frenzy, humping his wet, punishing hand as she came loudly. If only his friends could see her this way. Her ass jerked up and down, James' hand gripping her pussy like a bowling ball with his fingers pressed into her tender flesh.

It hit her like a ton of bricks, the pain, the pleasure and her body jerking in an animalistic frenzy. The orgasm washed over her body, her nipples feeling like they would explode, her rectum going into a series of spasms, her pussy trying to find anything to clamp down on. Her only regret was that she didn't have James' fat cock inside her, but she knew that would come soon. She finally collapsed into a heap on the table, feeling the puddle beneath her ass, ashamed at how her body had responded to the harsh treatment.

She looked at James, his hand stroking his cock. She opened her mouth, taking in the thick organ, the last of her energy used to pleasure his cock with her mouth and tongue.

Once her orgasm was gone, he wasted no time in taking her in the mouth. Carrie opened her mouth submissively, James kneeling in front of her. He had to do little except fuck her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out, her head having no place to go. He fucked her mouth, driving his cock in and out, and in spite of how much she tried to please him, it was her throat that brought him off. Or maybe it was her choking on it that did it and enjoying the power he had to take her in any manner he wanted. He made her hold her mouth open, her tongue out as he pumped his cock. The first rope of sperm landed on her tongue with precision, the thick white sperm in contrast to her pink tongue. He continued to pump, the next one shooting out in a wide arc, some of it hitting the top of her nose, the rest going on her tongue. He pumped harder as he watched the thick sperm slowly drip from her nose to her tongue, Carrie trying to shake it off. One more load and he was finished, his wet cock still semi-hard. He pushed it back into her mouth.

He fucked her mouth. Hard, choking her as he shoved the thick head down into her gullet. She remembered the movie Deep Throat, the girl having her clit in her throat. If only Carrie had the same affliction. Instead, she could only choke and gag on his thick flesh until he was ready to cum. She held her mouth open, her tongue out, James masturbating until he shot his sperm onto her tongue and face. She knew what to do when he was finished, James already teaching her to clean his cock when he was done. It wasn't bad when he fucked her mouth or pussy. It was only bad when he fucked her in the ass, Carrie forced to clean his soiled cock.

She couldn't believe all of the ways he had bound her that weekend. Her body was contorted in ways that she could never have fathomed. And the spanking had opened up a new world for Carrie. Discipline. Not only did he spank her, but he whipped her. Carrie found herself bent over the large pillory, her head and hands held tight. James made the top go down, Carrie forced to bend over until her ass was up higher than her back, her hair touching the floor, the blood rushing to her brain. He spread her legs. Wide. Really wide. He showed her the buggy whip, slapping it against her side as he explained to her where he was going to use it. She already knew where. And she was to keep her legs spread wide while he did.

James brought the whip up between her legs, the spread leaving her little protection as the unyielding leather whip lashed hard between her widely spaced pussy lips. Her body jerked, the pillory shaking as she screamed in pain. But her legs never closed. Ten times, he whipped her pussy, Carrie sobbing. James' cock grew hard. He put the whip down, taking the oil and lubricating his cock. "I know how much you like my cock in your ass."

She had little choice, bent over, her ass shoved up so high as if she were offering up her anus for his cock. And her pussy ached, a deep ache, wishing James would take her in her pussy instead of her ass. She grunted loudly as he impaled her in one powerful thrust that drove his cock into the depths of her bowels. God, it hurt, her insides stretched too wide, too fast. But James cared little, already taking powerful strokes in and out.

The pain in her pussy would make her ass that much tighter. He picked up the two— stranded tawse. He began to slap her pussy with it, striking the already tenderized flesh.

The sharp slap of the leather on her already bruised and battered flesh drove her to arch her ass back, James' cock buried so deep into her guts, enjoying the way her intestines clung so lovingly on his cock. He fucked her for twenty minutes before he came, but the tawse worked on her clit, the double strands never missing the swollen organ, an orgasm forcefully driven from Carrie's body. He dumped his sperm into her, fucking her as he spewed his seed, her insides clenching so pleasurably on his shaft as she came with him.

They stayed at the house in the mountains for a week. Each day James would take Carrie to the "entertainment room", each day Carrie would be surprised by James. And by herself. When they finally went to bed, her body felt drained by the multiple orgasms James had induced in her body. They slept deeply.





Epilogue



The Special Day



It had been six glorious months for Carrie, settling into a new life in Tybee Island and Asheville. With James. They were inseparable, the town's people almost believing they were married. She never even fathomed such a life before. James opened up a new world that she never knew existed and Carrie explored it with a gusto that took her breath away.

She openly gave her body to James, not that he needed her approval. James took what he wanted with no qualms or regrets.

It surprised her. One night he popped the question, Carrie didn't even hesitate to think, quickly saying yes. It was a whirlwind of preparations after that, with so many details to take care of, the rings, the ceremony, everything had to be planned with the precision that James required. Carrie would finally get to meet James' friends, the big event would be held at his home in Asheville.

The day finally arrived, Carrie getting up early to prepare. Her pussy ached, longing for the honeymoon tonight. James had made them abstain from sex for the last two weeks, both of them refraining from any sexual activities except for the sexual innuendos that continually popped up between them, the sexual tension building the longer they went without each other.

She heard the voices of the guests on the other side of the massive double doors.

She waited for the cue, the music finally beginning as her body began to sweat from the nervousness. It was the first time his friends would see her, Carrie hoping they approved, Carrie doing everything that James had told her. The door opened wide as if by itself, Carrie taking the hardest first step she had ever taken before, the sound of her heel clicking on the tile floor, the room suddenly quiet except for the music in the background.

Three more steps and she was in the room, a whoosh of excitement as they all saw her for the first time. All eyes were on her, a look of approval on their faces as she marched down the aisle.

James led her down the aisle, his hand holding the end of the black leather leash hooked to the shiny black leather collar around her neck, making her hold her head up high. Her lush, red hair hung sensuously over her naked breasts, a hint of a nipple peaking out each time she took a step, her firm breasts dancing gently as she walked.

She was naked except for the black, four-inch heels that were strapped around her ankles. Her trim, legs were drawn taut by the stiletto heels, drawing the stares of all in the room to the flaming red bush that highlighted her sex so prominently between her legs. If that wasn't enough to keep their attention, then there were the gold rings that pierced each of her labia, her symbol to James of her surrender. They glistened in the bright light.

Carrie felt humiliated and excited, all at the same time. Her pussy was soaked, she was sure that all of them saw it. She could feel her labia move back and forth, the rings piercing the puffy lips discerningly, dragging down on her tender flesh, making her even more aroused. She was stark naked in front of all of his friends, for the first time. James pulled her along with the leash, dressed in the black leather pants that clung to his body, especially to the large bulge in the front of his pants. He was naked from the waist up, his flat abs and slightly hairy chest making him look even sexier than usual. Or maybe it was just from the lack of sex for two weeks and the desire for his large cock to be inside of her.

Her heels clicked along the tile floor, passing some of the people, feeling their eyes focused on her naked buttocks as she walked, feeling her cheeks rubbing back and forth.

She looked at the people watching her, surprised when she first walked in. Most of them were couples, just like them. Each one had a partner, a slim leash designating which one was the Master, and which one was the Slave. Some of the Masters were women, some of their partners were male and some of them female. There must have been about twenty couples.

James found his friends gathering around them, shaking his hand, and congratulating him on the catch of the century. Carrie stood obediently by his side as they all inspected her as they talked to James. Some of the partners seemed to be jealous of Carrie as their Masters paid too much attention to her.

Carrie found herself face to face with an older woman, her hand tugging on a leash, a lovely young, naked black haired girl at the other end that couldn't be more than twenty-one. She had the cutest small breasts, with the biggest areolas with dark brown nipples that were in a state of perpetual hardness thanks to the nipple rings that pierced them.

Like Carrie, two gold rings pierced her labia, but the rings were more visible on her naked pubes.

"I've admired your lovely, naked body from afar for too long Carrie. It is much more impressive up close. James has found himself a prize with a red haired slave. And with such a delectable sexual appetite that you have." She saw the look of surprise on Carrie's face.

"You may speak," James told Carrie.

"So you are the one that James left the window open for to see me perform for him.

And you left the note in my house?" Carrie almost forgot. "Mistress."

Amber was a long time friend of James', both of them loving to dominate, though Amber would go either way, having a male for a while as a slave, but preferring the more submissive female temperament. They were easier to train and only required discipline for the pleasure of it, not as punishment. She was five years younger than James, his experience helping her out when she first started. They had grown close over the years, Amber moving to Asheville, a group of over twenty of them all living close and sharing their slaves among them. "James does love to flaunt his catch. And by the looks of what I saw, you do too." Amber turned to James. "May I?"

"Of course." James took the end of Amber's slave's leash. He handed the leash for Carrie to Amber.

Amber unclipped James' leash from Carrie's collar. "I have my own." Amber took out the long twin silver chains. "Let's try out these new rings Carrie. Spread your legs."

Carrie didn't hesitate, James teaching her complete obedience. She felt the gentle tug on her labia, a strange tingling in her pussy as she felt the soft hands of a woman touch her down there. James had never given her any inclination that a female could be a dominant, Carrie just assumed that other males would use her body as they wished. She had grown excited when James had told her that, imagining James watching as another man indulged in his perverse ways with her, whipping her, spanking her pussy, sodomizing her, even Carrie sucking their cocks.

They brought over a low table, covered in black velvet. Amber walked over towards it, tugging on the chains until Carrie moved along, her puffy lips tugged, a gasp coming from Carrie as she failed to move fast enough. "Kneel on it Carrie." She tugged the chain again, this time Carrie responding without question. She kneeled on the black velvet, highlighting her white skin. Amber noticed that she spread her legs without question. "Bend over."

Carrie felt a hand on her back, pushing her over, her ass rising up until her head touched the table. She felt the soft hand parting her cheeks, sliding down her crack until she felt the touch on her anus. She was surprised to find a moist finger impaling her rectum. She held still as it probed deeper into her, twisting and turning until it was all the way inside her.

"She's still very tight James. Tighten on my finger Carrie. Show me how good you bring James' cock off when he is in your ass." Amber twisted the finger in Carrie's ass, feeling her clench and unclench on her finger until Amber told her to stop.

Carrie felt the finger leave her ass, tightening on it as it pulled out, not wanting it to leave. She was still aroused to a fever pitch, two weeks without James had left her unfulfilled for too long. She found her body pushed back, her back straining as she was still kneeling until her head was almost all the way back, her breasts pushed up high into the air. Someone had to hold her, the strain was almost too much. With her legs spread, her pussy lips were peeled back, leaving her open for all to see. And explore. Carrie felt many fingers rubbing her slit, entering her wet pussy, and even tugging on her clit.

She should have realized what would be required of her, but it wasn't until Amber kneeled over her face that it dawned on her. She had removed her skirt and panties, her naked pussy only inches from her face.

"Lick my pussy until I cum on your face. And don't forget my asshole." Amber slid down, lowering her ass onto Carrie's mouth until she felt the touch of her wet tongue on her anus. "Yesss," she hissed as the tongue grew thick and tried to force its way inside her anus.

Carrie began her new life with James not like she had expected, but little of her life had been what she expected since she met James. And she was sure that there would be so much more he would require of her. Her tongue began to lick Amber's anus and her pussy, tasting the sweet nectar of another girl for the first time. Her only regret was that she couldn't see James' face as she performed oral sex on a girl. She hoped that she pleased him.

The End





