Chapter 43: Deep throat
I don’t know why I went along with this. She had been abducted and raped the previous day and I had expected her to be severely traumatized. It wasn’t normal that she came on to me that morning and I suspected the drugs were still influencing her. Yet at the same time I could see something had changed with her, something had been awoken inside of her. Wasn’t this better than sending her to some counsellor to be in therapy for years to come to help her repress the sexual urges she had now discovered? I wanted to see her free and independent. She needed to embrace her perversions. And possibly she could then remain working for BDC?
Was I only trying to justify the fact that had a raging boner from being around the girl and seeing her naked? I really wanted to fuck her and why would I need to justify that? Especially when she herself was clearly lusting for me. But no, the thing that aroused me most was her corruption. She was becoming a true slut.
“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked while I helped her position herself on the bed with her head hanging over the side. She still tried to understand me, probably because she was looking for answers about herself.
“I don’t see myself as a sadist,” I replied, “Though I do experience joy when I abuse a girl’s body. It’s not so much the pain I enjoy, but the dominating aspect.” And in my mind I added ‘and corrupt her’. I put my hand on her right breast and squeezed to get a good hold of her flesh. Then I pulled at her breast and adjusted her body slightly.
“That hurts,” she said.
“It makes me feel in control of your body,” I replied. “And I can see you love it as well.”
“You could have pulled on my arm instead?” she tried.
“Not nearly as much fun,” I replied and tugged at her other breast to pull her straight. “When I fuck you, your body is mine to do with as I please,” I continued explaining. “And I enjoy humiliating and embarrassing you even more than hurting you.”
She looked up at me with a blushing face and I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.
“I enjoy not being in control,” she confessed. “I discovered that I get aroused when I am forced to do or endure things I could not even imagine before.”
“Good,” I said and I slapped her right breast with my flat hand, causing her to groan. “You are a slut. You love it when I abuse you. I will not only rape your mouth, I will rape your throat as well. Now open up wide.” I slapped her face with my wet and erect penis, drawing slimy trails around her mouth. She opened wide and I held my cock right in front of that open cavity.
“Use your teeth to let me know if you need air,” I added, “since there’s no way you can use a safe word. Just don’t bite me too hard.” I loved the feeling of teeth against the skin of my cock. It was such a nice contrast with the warm wetness of the rest of her mouth.
She nodded in reply and then closed her eyes, holding her mouth wide open. I waited at the open gate and looked down on her naked body.
“Did they rape you in that bar?” I asked. She didn’t speak but held her mouth open and waiting while she shook her hand to indicate they had not.
“I noticed they made you perform with objects,” I added and she confirmed this by wiggling her finger.
“My guess is that they ignored your breasts and mouth, right?” And again she wiggled her finger. I placed both my hands on her breasts and squeezed. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. I passed her ivory guards and met with her warm wet tongue. As I slipped past and went deeper, I met with the swollen soft tissue in the back of her mouth. Then I felt her close her lips around my shaft and press her tongue against me, enveloping me in warmth and wetness. It felt amazing.
I let go of her breasts and took her head in my hands to reposition her, aligning her neck with my cock.
“Use your fingers to masturbate yourself,” I said. “I won’t wait until you come so you’ll have to organize your own orgasm.” I watched how she spread her legs and quickly used her hands and fingers to stimulate her slit and how she began to flick her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed, clearly feeling her arousal spiking quickly. I pressed my hips forward and felt my penis pressing into the tightness of her throat. The girl gagged and arched her back but didn’t move to stop me. I pressed on and felt the crown of my cock invade the tightness of her gullet. It was so warm and tight, I almost came. But I resisted and held it in, concentrating instead on moving my entire cock into her mouth and throat, reaching as deep as I could. I watched her neck expanding and noticed a blush spreading all the way over her chest. The veins in her neck expanded as well as she began to choke.
“Pick up my pace to breath,” I ordered her and I pulled back out of her throat, waited a fraction of a second and then pushed back in. I repeated the movement a number of times until I noticed she was breathing in sync with my motions. And when I sped up a little, she followed with her breathing, her chest rising and falling in unison with my thrusts. Faster I still went, pushing my cock in and out of her tight throat, fucking her like it was her pussy. She squirmed more, coughed sometimes and kept arching her back while she tried to cope with my throat rape. She also shuddered in lust as her fingers worked her slit at the same time.
For awhile I fucked her throat at full force, enjoying the sensation of my cock going in and out of her tight gullet at full stabbing speed. But then I felt my balls tightening and as I pushed fully in, I erupted, sending my semen straight down her throat. The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand.
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I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete.
Later we lied on the bed, naked and satisfied.
“Do you care for me?” she asked softly. Her bonding hormones were undoubtedly activated by so much orgasmic lust. Usually I counteracted that by being extra cruel or by simply dismiss the girl. I felt no need to bond, it was just sex. But this time I too felt different. This girl was special. And with a smile I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her. There was no need for words.
(End of Part 2 – the rest will follow later)
