Candy Kinky Reader,
As promised, a rowdy BDSM journey from the M/f bondage-slut facet of my creativeness. Gamers are 18+ in age, licensed STD free, and apply contraception.
Plus, they are a tad bigger than life; so plzz droop disbelief accordingly.
Warning: Intense Consent/Non-Consent. Additionally, bare slavegirls molested in bondage.
Have enjoyable,
xxox Emm
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TOUGH GIRL
by Emmalee_Strict
© 2024
Within the wee small hours of a Friday morning, July 2011.
BREE HAD SENSED THE ABDUCTION COMING even earlier than she locked up on the bar, which spoiled the enjoyable of it. However solely just a little. When it truly went down — a swift, overpowering tangle of palms, limbs and ropes — the blood rush and the recent, juicy explosions of endorphins inside her denims greater than made up for the misplaced factor of shock. A darkish alley, three on one, fuck yeah. As abductions went, she needed to grade it on the excessive finish — though, who was she kidding? It was her first.
However at the same time as superior because the take-down was, in her twisted subspaces, she’d thought up a lot nastier ones.
Breanna Barber lay on her facet within the padded trunk of the dashing sedan — hogtied, stuff-gagged and half-stripped. The younger brunette exaggerated her struggles, wriggled her hips, and bleated out grunts of pretend protest into the gag.
“Mmff!”
A moist store rag packed her cheeks, her lips sealed round it by a number of turns of packing tape. She was fairly positive her loudest screams would not be heard outdoors the metallic confines of the trunk. Not that it stopped her from attempting.
“Mmmff!” she repeated, even louder. Ineffective. Helpless.
Helplessness was Bree’s factor. Particularly, resisting it — preventing the lack of management tooth and nail all the best way — however giving in to it when really overpowered. That was the best way she felt, listening to the feebleness of her voice, and feeling the inescapable grip of the ropes.
“Mm-hm-hm-HMM!” she whimpered in frustration.
She flopped onto her stomach and went on grunting and struggling.
She’d been at it for what appeared like a pair hours, ever since her ticket on the ‘Slave-Abduction Categorical’ had been punched. However nonetheless operating on adrenaline and lust, the beating about hadn’t worn her out. She knew it was futile, although.
She was expertly roped on the wrists, waist and crotch, knees and ankles, elbows and chest. Her denim jacket was again off her shoulders and bunched across the elbow ropes.
Her shirt had been ripped open and her bra was askew, leaving one tit lined and the opposite uncovered, now smooshed into the padding.
Barefoot too, boots and socks pulled off as a completion as soon as she was loaded into the trunk. Good one. She’d by no means considered that earlier than whereas fantasizing her splendid kidnapping, and she or he appreciated it.
Her denims and panties had been down at her knees. A knotted double-strand of crotch rope break up her pussy and ass-cleft, a cosy match over the laborious, fats rubber plugs that stuffed the 2 ‘nether slave-holes.’ The rope turned by her wrists and joined her ankles in a strict hogtie. Her naked soles touched her naked ass.
And for positive, she was battling that rope.
Fuck, am I allowed to get myself off? she gasped. Good loophole for the helpless captive, that little bondage trick. She knew it was intentional. Lady’s alternative?
Her ‘Sensible-Ass Masochist,’ the SAM persona who animated the ‘Struggler,’ chimed in, Or a factor we’ll be punished for on the opposite finish? Ooooh …
Bree, although, wasn’t going to take the bait. She was going to wriggle and squirm and stimulate herself, fuck yeah, however not get carried away.
No. Something my physique provides up, she determined, they’re gonna need to take it from me.
Together with helplessness, the issues that actually turned Bree’s crank had been manhandling, degradation, violation and ache. To date, so good. The manhandling, she’d gotten six robust, expert, man-hands value of that.
Degradation? The ‘half-stripping’ job the boys had achieved, oooh that left her feeling uncovered in a sloppy, matted method, which felt extra humiliating to her than straight-up nude.
Violation? The plugs and gag completed that. However she was trying ahead to reside, uncooked, laborious cock plundering all three captive, helpless holes. She knew that was coming. She tried to not fear her thoughts questioning and wishing how quickly.
And the ache? …
Properly, that was her rep, her ‘Powerful Lady’ model on the Spitfire Membership, the explanation she’d been recruited — and the explanation she’d signed up. If all people held up that finish of the contract, then … Oooh, she juiced into the rope that cleft her pussy, pondering forward to all of the enjoyable ‘n video games that lay in retailer for all involved.
First, although, she needed to get there. Awhile again, she’d already sensed that her experience had left town based mostly on the graceful and straight observe it traveled. The freeway, she guessed. Taking her someplace removed from civilization. Oh sure …
Lastly, the automotive slowed and Bree felt the centrifugal pull of a curving off-ramp; extra twisting and meandering after that. She rolled round within the trunk, having fun with the powerlessness of that. Then an upward course … heading into the hills?
After some time, she felt a tough swooping left, heard a scrunch of gravel below the wheels. No movement then, the engine shutting off, the E-brake pulled.
Bree rolled onto her again, greatest as she may given the hogtie. In order that after they got here for her, they’d discover her dealing with them … tits up, uncovered, weak … helpless.
The automotive jostled and the driving force’s door slammed.
Second of reality. She felt overwhelmed (in a great way) by the anticipation of what she’d signed up for, and the way shut she was to its fruition. It simmered inside her crotch-roped stomach, alongside the plugs, filling her with an electrical, erotic dread.
The trunk lid swung open. An odd second of calm adopted. She heard crickets, overhead she noticed tree branches, a starry night time sky. The form of her captor-slaver looming above her.
He did not transfer, mentioned nothing … in no hurry to gather his booty from the boot.
“Hmmh?”
It briefly shocked her that it was one form, not three. But it surely made sense: the strict method she’d been subdued, it could be a cinch for only one to regulate her now. The opposite two should’ve clocked out for the night time.
Apart from, if she needed to choose certainly one of them to be her handler on the vacation spot finish of her abduction into sex-and-bondage-slavery, she received the one she needed.
It was Victor.
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–> Huge black dude comes across the bar, he is okay by me.
That textual content was the one factor Bree received from Kenny in the best way of introduction, earlier than mentioned ‘dude’ darkened the doorstep of her institution. Of all of the stinking gin joints on this city, this man chooses mine. It was just a little after she opened at two.
However the message had arrived about an hour earlier. All of Bree’s reply texts of ‘?,’ ‘????,’ ‘inform me extra,’ and ‘fuck you Kenny’ had been met with radio silence. Realizing him, it was Kenny’s method of claiming, ‘Okay by me’ is nice sufficient for you.
Kenny was her sponsor, mentor and sometimes-Grasp on the Spitfire Membership, the native BDSM-society bar, lounge and play house the place Bree was a rising star. Greater than anybody, he knew what she needed, what she wanted, and what she was able to.
So she would simply need to belief him. Nonetheless … fucking Kenny.
Bree watched the thriller man cross the slant of daylight on the ground, approaching her as a cumbersome, 6’4″ silhouette. As soon as he entered the muted lighting over the bar counter, she noticed he was … properly, beautiful.
Bree had a particular factor for Black males; this one was a candy specimen of that. He was tall and brawny, with a robust jaw and an attractive mouth. He wore a white T-shirt, boots, black denims and a light-weight inexperienced mechanic’s jacket.
His smile was flat. His eyes had been all-business, however on the identical time, soulful and magnetic. Immediately, she needed them on her with none garments between them and her physique. Ideally, tied up … at his mercy …
“Breanna?”
“Bree,” she replied. She realized she’d been holding her breath.
She regained her cocky calm. “Proper. Kenny mentioned to count on you.”
Glad by that, the customer took the barstool reverse her and slid a cost card throughout the counter. “Run a tab.”
“What’s your poison?”
“Johnnie Walker Black, neat, Corona again.” This time, she observed the slight French accent. “And no matter you are having.”
What a charmer. A lifeless Wednesday, no different patrons. Like he deliberate it that method; this wasn’t going to be the type of dialog you had round well mannered firm.
As she turned to set the cardboard by the register, she noticed her cellphone come alive, the brand new textual content from Kenny.
–> He is from VSSA
Bree’s pussy pulsed, she fought again a puff. She’d been fucking wait-listed lengthy sufficient. Voluntary Intercourse-Slave Abduction.’ So her quantity lastly got here up?
After a number of seconds of delicate hyperventilating, Bree recomposed herself. Cool as a cucumber, she introduced the beer, scotch and two rocks glasses, and set every thing in entrance of the customer. She poured two pictures and left the bottle on the bar prime.
She raised her leg and parked one Doc Marten on prime of the beer cooler, drank earlier than he did, making a degree of holding eye contact. Desirous to appear to be the ‘Powerful Lady’ she was. This being a nickname of hers, her nom de guerre and her rep, on the Spitfire.
“Roommates?” was his first query.
“No.”
“Pets?”
She squinted at him. Jesus, did she want to provide her favourite coloration, too, or whether or not she appreciated lengthy walks on the seaside?
He ignored her confusion. “Goldfish, even? Houseplants?”
“Ah.”
She caught on. Anybody, or factor, that will miss her if she was gone from her condominium for some time. “No. I am precisely the type of ‘quiet loner’ you are in search of.”
“Are you?” He regarded up from his good cellphone, smiling. He’d been filling in her solutions on her sex-slave profile; apparently, there was an app for that.
The smile put Bree comfortable. Which was form of a buzz-kill. She appreciated him higher the best way he began off: mysterious and menacing.
“My identify is Victor,” he mentioned. “You’ll be able to name me Vic. So, assuming you propose to maintain this job, are you able to prepare to get your shifts lined … properly, indefinitely?”
“Will not be an issue.”
“Good. Do this straight away.”
Hello s subsequent sequence of questions had been just like the important indicators for a medical examination:
Top, weight, DOB, shoe and gown sizes,
preexisting situations, contraception (verify; tablet),
latest STD testing (verify; labs in her messenger bag; planning to hit the Spitfire later),
kinks, fetishes … limits.
“None.”
He eyed her skeptically however took it down. “All holes obtainable?”
“Readily.”
“How previous are you, Bree?”
He had her DOB; however he needed to listen to her say it. “Twenty-two. How previous are you, Vic?”
“Similar. However I am not the one answering questions.”
“You are actually,” she smirked, draining her glass. “Proper off the bat, I believed you regarded just a little younger to run an operation like this.”
She poured herself a second shot and topped off his. The person was shopping for, in spite of everything. “Now I do know you might be.”
Vic laughed, unfazed by her impertinence. Or no less than, not taking the bait. She may inform he knew a SAM when he noticed one. And he wasn’t right here to play.
He took a sip of spirits and a swig of beer, wiped his mouth on the again of his hand, and gave her a quick-capsule bio. His years within the life-style, the lecturers he’d had, the talent units he’d acquired.
He defined that he did not ‘run’ the Syndicate. He was a VSSA recruiter, abductor and coach, who answered to another person, somebody older and extra skilled. “However so far as I am involved, I may run it higher myself.”
“Properly, aren’t you the cocky one?” Bree remarked, her eyes drifting all the way down to the overall space of his belt buckle.
“It is meant to encourage confidence,” he replied. “And respect.”
Vic pulled a folded doc out of his jacket pocket and handed it over. Bree opened it and began to learn. Her breath caught in her throat …
Mutual Covenant of Voluntary Erotic Slavery.
She was a quick reader with wonderful comprehension, having been an English main in school (therefore the bartending she did for an precise residing), and on this case, it helped that what she noticed within the doc was in a language she actually understood.
Her eye fell on the ‘Remuneration’ clause. “The fuck? I receives a commission for this?”
“All our ladies do. It is since you’re whores.”
Ugh, love the best way he says that: stating the plain. She nodded fortunately, “True that.”
“Pay attention, I do know on the Spitfire they prefer to make a proper present of signing these master-slave contracts.”
“Positive, it is a ‘neighborhood’ factor,” she agreed, including the air-quotes, “a part of the membership’s ‘model.’ However from what I hear, it is nothing actually ‘authorized.'”
“No, it is ‘ceremonial.’ However this,” Vic replied, tapping the again of the doc in her hand, “that is completely different. That is severe. That is actual.”
Bree shot him a degree glare excessive of the web page. “Actual is my model.”
She took a pen from her messenger bag, positioned the doc on the counter and flipped to the signature web page.
Vic’s hand darted out and gripped her wrist. “I have not given my permission.”
Ooh! She met his eyes.
He regarded again significantly. “I am obliged to ask. Have you ever learn it fastidiously? That part there particularly,” he pointed, “‘Certified Damage, Civil & Felony Legal responsibility Waivers.’ Positive you do not wish to take it residence, learn it over, sleep on it?”
Eye contact unflinching, shaking unfastened her wrist, Bree replied, “No. I am positive.”
Vic pursed his lips and nodded in a method that appeared to say, problem accepted.
“Another factor.” He rose from his stool, trying round. “You bought a kind of ‘Again in 5 Minutes’ door indicators?”
“Positive.” Bree reached below the bar and handed it to him. He went to the door, closed it and latched the deadbolt. He hung the signal over the small, diamond-shaped window. Smiling flatly, he turned again to her.
“Strip.”
Bree felt an electrical present of lust pulse by her physique. However outwardly, she simply shrugged … and she or he did not hesitate.
She hopped over the bar counter and took the center of the ground in order that he would have an unobstructed view. She took off her boots and socks, then undid her denims and slid them down her legs, cautious to not take her panties with them. Her denim jacket and peach coloured tanktop got here off subsequent, adopted by her lacy black bra.
As educated, she neatly folded her garments as soon as they got here off her physique, and positioned them in a tidy stack on the bar. Whereas she disrobed, Vic walked slowly again to her. She regarded up and met his eyes. Watched them flip all the way down to her waist.
Coming to the pièce de résistance, Bree hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pantie. She lowered the pink satin thong slowly like a stripper, a transfer she’d practiced within the mirror a time or two — or 100.
“Slut,” Vic muttered. Once more, ooh, stating the plain.
Demonstrating one other practiced transfer, she picked up the thong together with her toes, gave a sleek kick, and tossed it to him. He caught it. He ran his thumb contained in the satin material. He smiled.
With out being requested, Bree took a sluggish flip to provide him the complete 360, then confronted him, one hand on her hip. Vic nodded, appraising her items.
Whereas there was no accounting for tastes, she thought he appreciated what he noticed. Bree was a petite brunette, lanky and athletic, a gym-rat with flat abs and good muscle definition in her legs and arms. She had a candy, agency ass to go together with her shapely hips and lengthy waist. Like her stature, her breasts had been just a little on the small facet for some tastes, however they had been properly rounded with a pure, youthful buoyancy.
Not counting the understated physique artwork adorning her forearms, beneath one boob and alongside one hip, her pores and skin was unblemished with a girlish glow. Her eyes had been a smoky blue-gray and she or he wore her darkish brown hair quick.
“Like what you have achieved together with your pubes,” he gestured at her ‘down-arrow’ grooming job. “You are cute. Cute, however tough-cute.”
She grimaced. Not precisely the praise she hoped to listen to.
So she fished for the one she needed: Dropping to her knees, she clasped her palms behind her neck, elbows out, and straightened up with a sleek ahead tilt of her pelvis and tits.
As educated. “Does this slave not please your eye, Sir?”
He did not reply. Verbally. However he moved nearer, a hearth lighting up in his eyes … and that was Bree’s reply.
As he neared, she knelt up larger, adjusting her face to his crotch degree. She regarded up at him, doe-eyed. “Should not this be a part of the interview — testing my talent units?”
“Not likely,” Vic shook his head, his eyes briefly all-business once more. “We prepare, that is our complete factor. All we would like from our slave-whores to begin off is willingness, expertise, good well being. Absence of inhibition or disgrace. Ache tolerance.”
Oooh, verify verify verify verify verify.
“Stamina.”
“So like … throat stamina?” Bree opened her mouth huge, licked her lips throughout and lolled out her tongue like a thirsty suckslut, and gazed up longingly into his eyes.
The ‘all-business’ dropped out of them, changed by the hearth. “By no means hurts to verify.”
He unzipped and let all of it hang around.
Bree blinked and drew in a deep breath. “Wow.”
“I do know, I get it on a regular basis.”
“That response? Or pussy?”
“Each.”
And that was the final coherent phrase Victor spoke for some time. Bree’s palms got here off her neck and seized his shaft, she opened huge and fed herself a grasping suckslut’s serving to of cock.
Swallowing the size and girth of him was a problem, however she was identified for rising to these. He rose in flip. Gurgling fortunately, she demonstrated her practically non-existent gag reflex.
Misplaced in her cocksucking headspace, moaning and slurping and fixated on hoovering him dry, she was startled and aggravated when he pulled out of her mouth and drew her to her ft …
Then glad another time when lifted her ass onto the bar counter, and firmly packed her pussy with hands-down the most important cock she’d ever taken.
His first, regular thrust felt like a revelation on its method in.
“UGH-HHH!!” she answered with a full-throated groan. “Fuck me! Oh God oh God oh —GG-NGH!!“
Vic wadded her underwear into her mouth. Fuck, that turned her on.
Obediently she held the fabric there whereas his palms returned to her hips and he began drilling her. “Ngh! Ngh! NNGH!”
Rapidly gaining momentum as she juiced, unfold and opened as much as him, Vic fucked her together with her again to the beer faucets.
“Nguh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh,” her panty-gagged voice jittered.
Squealing and hyperventilating, she exploded like a sonic increase — prior to she needed to, powerless to withstand his jackhammer manhood — and shortly after, so did he.
Nonetheless bare, heat cum dribbling down her inside thighs, Bree signed the contract and initialed the waiver provisions. Vic took pics of her doing it. He countersigned and initialed the place she had, ‘VL.’
“We’ll gather you at a time of our selecting. You aren’t getting to know –“
“Would not be an ‘abduction’ if I did.”
“That is the spirit.”
After she redressed (aside from her panties, which he saved as a memento, or a trophy), he settled his tab and left a giant tip. Bree’s cunt twitched just a little watching him log out. The whore in her took that as cost for her providers rendered on the opposite facet of the bar; and the low-cost whore in her delighted in how little it price him for a BJ and a fuck.