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By *ainteeK OP Woman
over a year ago
PERTH |
From the minute that she got into his car, she knew this was going to be different. Sure, he'd already warned her that his idea of a CNC scene was going to push her like she'd never been pushed before, and she'd agreed to that, but being physically in his company she could feel the shift in their dynamic.
No warm greeting, no casual chat. Just a growled instruction for her to sit in the back of the car.
Pulling up in a secluded spot, he silently turned around and began to strip her naked. Forcing a freezing cold dildo into her already soaking cunt, he cuffed her hands behind her back and pulled her out of the car, near enough throwing her into the boot.
In what seemed like an instant she was hooded, gagged and felt the familiar, excruciating pain of clamps being applied to her nipples, and pegs being applied to her breasts and thighs.
Amongst all this the slaps, spanks, punches and pinches were coming thick and fast, but still he barely spoke.
The silence was menacing.
They drove, her being thrown around in the boot of the car, utterly helpless and with no sense of time or location. She fought back the tears that threatened to fall, determined that he would not break her.
Feeling the car come to a halt, she wondered what was next. She was aware of him getting out and locking the doors, before walking away. The only words he'd spoken were to tell her not to make a sound. She had no idea how long she lay there for, unable to do anything but wait, struggling to remain silent in the face of the fear and the discomfort from the clamps and cuffs.
Eventually, he returned. Dressing her haphazardly in a pair of loose bottoms and her jacket, having harshly yanked off the clamps and pegs, he led her to waste ground and instructed her to get on her hands and knees and crawl beside him. She reluctantly agreed, knowing the consequences of refusing would not be worth it.
They came to a stop, and again he stripped her naked. Forcing her to kneel, he began viciously fucking her throat, his huge cock making her gag and struggle.
She felt vulnerable, naked and completely at his mercy, outdoors in an unknown location. Again the tears threatened to fall, and this time she struggled to contain them.
Little did she know, the worst was yet to come...
Close your eyes and open your mouth, bitch he suddenly barked.
Before she knew it, a warm stream of fluid was covering her face and body. Horrified, she realised he was pissing all over her. She struggled, twisting and turning, begging him to stop, but the onslaught was relentless.
By the time he was done, even her hair was soaked and the tears were falling freely, she was too broken to resist any further.
Dressing her again, he guided her away from the waste ground and into his flat, finally allowing her to at least understand where she was.
In the bathroom, she shivered and cried, soaking wet and scared, yet still aroused.
Kneel down on the floor and kiss my feet, you worthless piece of shit he growled.
The bathroom floor was covered in salts, making kneeling far beyond uncomfortable, but she did as he instructed.
All the while he continued dishing out the insults, not satisfied until she was crying uncontrollably and red and bleeding from the slaps and scratches that continued to rain down upon her.
Roughly positioning her on the side of the bath, he spat in her face. She knew what was coming, and she didn't have a single ounce of fight left in her.
The enema was brutal, but she cooperated until he was satisfied that her ass was clean and ready for his enjoyment.
The scene officially ended, they went to bed, but of course he wasn't really finished. Oh no. That enema had not been for the fun of it.
Despite her protestations, he rammed his huge, black cock balls deep into her ass, fucking her relentlessly, stretching her tight hole so much she felt that she might be ripped asunder. With a growl, he came, filling her with his cum. She felt utterly worthless, spent, broken, defeated...
Later, as he slept with her wrapped in his arms, she reflected upon her first experience of CNC.
It had been terrifying, yet thrilling. Embarrassing, yet erotic. Painful, yet pleasurable. She was proud of having not used her safe word, of having endured everything he threw at her, and she knew that this aftercare was her reward.
I'm proud of you he suddenly whispered into her hair, and with that, they both slept soundly.
Until the next time... |
