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trimegitus -> Suzanne's Violation (7/10/2010 2:04:35 PM)
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This is from my book, "Suzanne's Violation", which is available at amazon.com. I hope you enjoy the read, and I look forward to your comments.
S. A.
Trent saw Suzanne standing there, noticed her slim fit body, the delicate features of her face, and the proud way she carried herself. This was not the woman he had been expecting, she was ever so much more than he had hoped. This was a woman he could be proud of!
Suzanne looked around, and it was obvious she was in the library. Then she noticed Trent coming to her, his hand extended to greet her.
“You must be Suzanne. I’m Trent, and I must say I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
“Thank you.” Suzanne meekly replied.
“I’ve been told that you rather fancy me. That you think you can make me happy. Is that true?” Trent asked.
“Yes.” Suzanne said softly.
“I rather fancy you having a chance to prove that. But there is something you need to know. You see, I’m a sadist, I like to tie a woman up and torture her, humiliate her, and then fuck her. I would never actually hurt a woman, just whip her, maybe drip hot wax on her tits, that sort of thing. I really love it, and if a woman is to be with me she would have to let me do these things. Do you still think you can make me happy?” Trent asked.
Suzanne’s mind was swimming with all of this. She had a chance to be with Trent, to prove her love. But to let him tie me up? To whip me? To humiliate me? Why couldn’t he be happy just fucking me? That was something she had dreamed of, and was more than willing to do?She knew in her heart that if she said no he would send her away and she would lose her chance to be with him. And he did say he wouldn’t actually hurt her. And afterward they would be together.
“I’m willing to try.” Suzanne said meekly.
“The trouble is, there are many women that would let me do these things, only to later try to make money off of the experience. Sell the story to the tabloids, maybe even go to the police in hope that they can later sell a book, or try outright blackmail. So, you see that I must protect myself.”
“Yes.” Suzanne answered.
“Are you willing to sign a paper saying you won’t do these things?”
“Yes, I’ll do that.” Suzanne said, knowing this was the only way she could be with the man of her dreams.
Trent led her over to a desk and motioned for her to sit in the chair behind it. She noticed a video camera on a tripod across from her. Trent handed her a piece of paper.
“I would like you to read this out loud, and if you agree, sign it. Then we can have a play session, followed by an intimate dinner together. Will you do this for me?” Trent asked.
“Okay.” Suzanne answered.
“Just a moment, I need to start the camera.” Trent said.
He walked over to the camera and pushed the start button. A red light on the front of the camera winked on.
She read the document, obviously written by lawyers and filled with legalese. The gist being that if she ever told anyone about their time together, she would be liable for one hundred thousand pounds. She doubted the document would stand up in court, but she also knew that the legal fees necessary to fight it would bankrupt both her and her father. In that sense the threat was very real. When she finished, Trent asked;
“Do you understand what you have just read?”
“Yes.”
“Do you enter into this contract of your own free will and without coercion, without expectation of financial gain?” Trent asked.
“Yes.” Suzanne answered
“Good. Now sign the contract.”
Suzanne took the pen he offered and signed the contract.
“Very good.” Trent said and turned the video camera off.
He opened one of the desk drawers and picked up a pair of handcuffs.
“Stand up and give me your hands.” Trent ordered.
Suzanne stood and held her hands in front of her.
The handcuffs consisted of heavy leather straps that buckled around the wrists and connected by steel chain. In the middle of the length of chain was a large steel ring. Trent first buckled her right wrist, pulling the straps very tight and Suzanne noticed that the straps were well padded, then he buckled the strap around her left wrist. Trent took hold of the steel ring with two fingers.
“Shall we go to the playroom?” Trent asked rhetorically.
With the ring, Trent pulled Suzanne out of the library. They turned left, retracing Suzanne’s earlier steps. When they reached the end of the hall, instead of turning right, they turned left. Trent pulled her to a door and when he opened it Suzanne saw a flight of descending stairs.
“Watch your step. I wouldn’t want you to fall.” Trent warned.
Suzanne carefully made her way down the steps and through the door at the bottom. She found herself in a large open room decorated as a dungeon or torture chamber. Trent pulled her to the left and stopped her. He took a hook from a peg on the wall, inserted it through the ring. Suzanne looked up to see that the hook was connected to a winch directly over her head. Trent pulled on a rope which trailed down from the winch and Suzanne’s hands were pulled up over her head.
Trent stepped in front of her, took hold of the tab to the zipper on the front of her dress and pulled it all the way down. He reached up and unsnapped the right shoulder strap, then the left, and Suzanne’s dress fell to the floor. Trent leaned down and lifted first one, then the other of her feet, retrieved the dress which he hung on another peg in the wall.
Now naked and hanging from the ceiling, there was nothing Suzanne could do.
“I don’t care for a lot of screaming and crying. It pleases me when my woman takes what is coming to her with a quiet dignity. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Suzanne answered.
“Good. Welcome to my world.”
Suzanne was helpless, hung from the ceiling like a side of beef. She looked into Trent’s eyes and saw lust, pure and simple. But there was something else, he was in control, not only of her, but of himself, he was carefully following a prepared script.
Trent again took hold of the rope connected to the winch and pulled it, and as he pulled Suzanne was first pulled up onto her toes, then into the air, she was suspended by her wrists. She was grateful for the padding on the insides of her handcuffs.
Trent stood before her, looking her up and down.
“Quite nice, really.” Trent said.
He reached up and took hold of Suzanne’s right nipple, squeezing it hard and twisting it at the same time. The pain was excruciating, but Suzanne stifled her cry, not wanting to displease Trent. He then took her left nipple and did the same, again she didn’t cry out.
“Nice tits, you show promise.” Trent said.
He ran his hand down her belly, pinching her there also. Suzanne was sure her pussy would be his next target, but instead he walked around behind her. He ran his hand across her shoulders, then down her back.
“Very nice skin.” He remarked offhandedly.
He ran his hand over her ass, squeezing it as if checking a piece of fruit for ripeness.
“Yes, if you can keep the screaming and crying down, I think you will do nicely. We need to get you ready now.” Trent said.
He put his hand in the hollow of Suzanne’s back and pushed her, and to her surprise she started moving across the room. She looked up to see that the winch was attached to a track system mounted to the ceiling and she felt even more like a side of beef in the slaughter house. Ahead of her she saw an area of the floor covered in tiles, there was a metal grate in the center of the tiled area and it was right in front of her. She feared what that might be for and hoped she wouldn’t be stopped over it. To her relief, Trent pushed her over the tiled area and kept going. Then she saw an apparatus directly in front of her. She also noticed that the apparatus was hanging from the same track system.
It was a strange looking thing, it looked like padded cushions connected by hinged arms. The cushion directly in front of her had two semicircles cut out of the sides near the top. Trent stopped her very close to this cushion. He then got a control box that hung next to the apparatus. He pushed a button and the apparatus started to rise. When the cutouts in the cushions were aligned with her breasts, he stopped it and she understood.
Trent eased her forward and Suzanne’s breasts fit nicely into the cutouts. He swung one of the cushions that had been on the side around and across her back at her shoulders. There were fixtures which allowed this cushion to be connected to the one on her front and adjusted for tightness, sandwiching Suzanne between the two.
The front cushion extended down to her lower belly and Trent now swung the other cushion from the side across her lower back, again attaching it to the front by similar fixtures. He adjusted this cushion for tightness as he had the first. Suzanne’s body was now tightly held in a fixed position, and yet the design was such that she had no problem breathing.
Trent then picked up Suzanne’s right leg, setting her thigh in a”U” shaped section of one of the lower arms. This held her thigh perpendicular to her body and level with the floor. Straps across her upper and lower thigh held her tightly. Her calf was then placed in another section of the same arm, holding it at ninety degrees to her thigh and inline with her body, a strap around her ankle. He then did the same with her left leg. This arrangement took most of her weight off of her wrists.
Trent then returned to the rope from the winch, but instead of raising her higher as she feared, he lowered her arms so they were just above her head. He unbuckled her right arm and placed it in the upper arm section of the apparatus, which held her arm in much the same way as the ones holding her legs. Straps were buckled at her elbow and wrist. He did the same with her left arm. Suzanne’s hands were then held rigidly about a foot away, and even with, her shoulders.
Suzanne was able to move her head, feet and hands. The rest of her was held totally immobile.
Trent stepped back in front of Suzanne.
“How is that, not too uncomfortable?” He asked.
“It’s okay.” Suzanne answered.
“Oh, . . . I forgot one thing.”
Trent stepped behind her again, and suddenly her legs were pulled wide apart. She heard a click from the apparatus and her legs were held in that position.
“Yes, that does it. Are you still okay?” Trent asked.
“Yes.” Suzanne answered.
Trent then walked to the side of the apparatus, moved a lever and pushed Suzanne forward. Suzanne and the apparatus pitched forward, pivoting somewhere near her hips, her head tipping forward and down as her feet swung up and back. She rocked forward a bit, then rocked back upright. Trent made an adjustment, then pushed her forward again, except this time instead of rocking back up, she didn’t stop, but continued to fall forward. Trent caught her and lifted her back into the upright position. He made another adjustment and this time when he pushed her forward she stopped at about a forty-five-degree angle and stayed. He pushed her so that she was even with the floor, and again the apparatus held her there. He then pushed her back upright, then flat on her back and then completely upside down! Suzanne was part of the machine, and the machine was in balance.
“Good, now it’s time to get you clean.”
Suzanne had no idea what that meant, but then she had no way to resist.
Trent put his hand on her belly and gently pushed back along the track the way she had come, but this time she was moving backwards and she could only see where she had been. She saw the tile floor emerge beneath her and Trent stopped her at its far edge.
Trent walked over to the wall and got a long rod with a hook at its end. He used the rod to lift the grate from the center of the tiled area and set it aside. Beneath the grate Suzanne saw a porcelain receptacle exactly like the public toilets seen across Europe, but without the foot prints on either side.
Trent moved her so that she was over the receptacle, then went to a cabinet on the wall. He got something out of the cabinet and attached it to a small hose. Suzanne recognized what he had attached. It was an enema syringe! He walked over behind her and stuck the syringe up her ass. She felt water flooding her gut.
“Say, when, luv.” Trent said.
Suzanne waited until the pressure started to hurt.
“That’s enough.”
Trent stopped the flow of water and pulled the syringe out of her.
“Hold it until I get you close to the floor. We don’t want to make a mess.” Trent told her.
Trent returned to the control box and pushed the button to lowered Suzanne and the apparatus. When her ass was quite near the floor, Trent said;
“Okay, let it out.”
And she did.
Trent got another hose from the wall, this one looking like a miniature garden hose, and used it to hose off Suzanne’s ass. Then, using the control box, raised Suzanne back to her original position and reinserted the enema syringe. Suzanne felt the water again, felt it filling her bowels, felt the pressure build, and with it the pain.
“That’s enough.” Suzanne said.
Trent repeats the procedure from before, lowering her close to the floor, having her evacuate, hosing her off and raising her to the first position.
Again Trent inserted the syringe, filled her with water, lowered her to evacuate and hosed her off. This time though, he only raises her another foot off the floor.
Suzanne turned her head to watch as Trent removed the enema syringe and tossed it into a waste basket. He reached back into the cabinet and got something else. As he removed the plastic wrapper, she recognized the douche syringe. Trent attached the new instrument to the hose and squatted behind her.
Suzanne felt the syringe as it was pushed into her pussy, felt the water rinsing her, felt that there would be no end to her degradation. She wanted to cry, to let out the emotions of shame and desperation she felt, but she knew this would displease Trent, so she held it all in.
When Suzanne was thoroughly clean, he stopped the flow of water, removed the douche syringe and threw it into the waste basket. He returned to the cabinet and got a wash cloth, and with it and the hose scrubbed Suzanne’s ass until it was spotless. He threw the wash cloth into the waste basket and got a clean towel from the cabinet.
Back at the control box, Trent raised Suzanne higher off of the floor. He released the lever at the side of the apparatus and rolled Suzanne so that she was laying face down and locked her into position. With the towel he dried her ass, and when satisfied, he threw the used towel into the waste basket.
Trent walked behind her and with both hands gave Suzanne’s ass a hard shove. Suzanne and the apparatus glided across the room. Suzanne, still laying face down, raised her head to see where so was going. She saw the place where she had been strapped into this sadistic machine, saw it pass beneath her, saw the stone block wall of the torture chamber coming at her face quickly. Suzanne gasped and closed her eyes. At the last moment the track made a hard left, and with it, Suzanne and the apparatus.
The apparatus slowed to a stop a few feet short of an area of thick red carpet. Suzanne noticed several chairs on either side, along with a couple of tables.
When Trent caught up with her, he pushed her into the middle of the carpeted area. He then walked to a locker against the wall. He undressed and carefully hung his clothes.
Now naked, Trent reached into the locker and got a whip, a riding crop actually, and turned to Suzanne.
“Here are the rules. If you need water, ask and I will give it to you. If you have to piss, say so and I’ll take you back to the W.C. If you want me to stop all you have to say is â€̃Trent, I don’t love you.’ You will be released, bathed, clothed and taken home. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Suzanne answered.
“Good! Then let’s have some fun!”
Trent walked over to Suzanne’s side, looked at her helpless body, the body he would soon be fucking, at her skin that he so admired, the skin that would soon be painfully red, and thought to himself”It’s time!”
The first crack of the whip on her back startled her. The pain was only slightly delayed. Then the second, the third, the forth lashes struck her and the pain burned her to her soul as the whipping continued. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.
Trent had a method. He paused momentarily between the strikes of the whip. He had reasoned that a half second between strikes was almost perfect, not too fast and not too slow. He slowly walked around Suzanne, striking whichever part of her body was next to him. As he walked down her right side the strikes were to her back, then as he passed her leg, he directed his strikes to her ass, first her right cheek, then the left. As he passed her left leg, the strikes were to her back again. His rhythm was perfect, every half second. He knew that in short order Suzanne would recognize that rhythm, and any deviation would bring a reaction.
When he returned to Suzanne’s head he stopped, turned to face her, the strikes continuing to her back. He moved forward so that his cock was near her face.
Suzanne saw his feet first, the floor being all she could see without raising her head. She looked up and there was Trent’s cock looking back at her.
If you want me to suck your cock, then stop whipping me! Suzanne screamed in her mind.
The whipping continued
You stupid bitch! Suzanne thought, You came here to suck his cock, so get on with it!
Suzanne opened her mouth, and Trent moved forward. The moment Suzanne closed her mouth around Trent’s cock the whipping stopped. Suzanne’s eyes filled with tears, she was finally sucking Trent’s cock, and she was so very grateful for the end of her whipping. Suzanne sucked Trent as lovingly as she could.
Now if you’ll just fuck me, we can have that quiet dinner. Suzanne thought to herself.
Trent watched Suzanne sucking his cock, watched how hard she was working to please him, and it did please him. He realized that with Suzanne in this position, all trussed up like she was, he could easily force his cock down her throat, he also realized that this wasn’t the time, that would be later.
Suzanne used her mouth well, and obviously she had sucked few cocks, perhaps more than a few. This was not a bad thing. It saved him the trouble of teaching how to do it right. He felt his cock getting very hard and knew it was almost time.
Suzanne could feel the tension in Trent’s cock, she knew that she had him almost there, and sucked even harder.”Just a little bit more, just a bit more and he’ll want nothing but to come.” Suzanne thought. Then Trent pulled his cock away from her.”No! No! Not now, not so . . .” Suzanne thought, but the crack of Trent’s whip on her back destroyed the thought in mid-sentence. She thought and felt nothing but the pain of the whip slashing her back.
Trent walked slowly along Suzanne’s side, carefully placing the strikes where Suzanne’s back was still unblemished. As he stepped around Suzanne’s leg, he shifted the strikes to her ass and upper thighs. He stepped up behind her and used his left hand to bring his cock in line with Suzanne’s pussy, still maintaining the steady rhythm of her whipping. He leaned forward, pushing his cock against her pussy and to his surprise she was already wet and he slid in easily. He stopped whipping her
Oh God, yes! Fuck me, baby! Come for me! Suzanne screamed in her thoughts.
Trent set about working the length of his cock into her, but when he was about half way in he found that Suzanne was just a bit too high for easy fucking. He reached over to the control box and pushed the button to lower her.
Ah, much better. Trent thought as his cock now had free access to Suzanne.
Trent drove himself into Suzanne, enjoying the freedom Suzanne’s position allowed him. He fucked her faster and faster, knowing full well what was going through Suzanne’s mind.
Come for me, baby! Come for me! Suzanne thought.
Trent knew how to control his orgasm, just like he knew how to control a woman, especially one like Suzanne, and he did his best to convince her he was close to coming. Faster and faster he fucked her, then pulled his cock out of her.
No! No! No! Suzanne thought.
Again the precise whipping resumed as Trent slowly walked along Suzanne’s side until he was again standing in front of Suzanne.
Suzanne was gritting her teeth against the pain, her eyes half closed, when she saw his feet. She automatically lifted her head and opened her mouth, her body was in charge now, no need to think, just stop the pain. As Trent’s cock slid into her open mouth, the whipping stopped.
Suzanne was sucking in desperation now, not to make him come, just to make it feel so good he won’t pull away again. She would gladly suck him all night if it would end the whipping.
Trent brushed Suzanne’s hair aside so that he could watch her.
“You’re very good at that, when you try. You are trying?” Trent asked.
Suzanne nodded her head as she sucked.
“Whenever you suck my cock, it will be like this. Do you understand?”
Suzanne nodded.
“Good little cock sucker.” Trent said, then pulled his cock out of her mouth.
As Trent’s cock left her mouth Suzanne thought No, please, no!
The whipping started again, and again Trent walked slowly down Suzanne’s side carefully aiming his strikes. As he moved around her leg, the strikes came to her ass and thighs. Then as he moved up behind her again he pushed his cock into Suzanne’s pussy, and again the whipping stopped.
Suzanne was almost overwhelmed with pleasure, Trent’s cock was in her pussy and it felt wonderful. And doubling the pleasure was the fact that her whipping had stopped. God she loved this man.
Trent fucked Suzanne easily. No rush, everything was going to plan. He did notice that Suzanne had a tight pussy, she felt good around his cock, that was important to him. God knows he had fucked a lot of women and should know a tight pussy when he was in one. Yes, Suzanne might just work out.
Trent saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his cock out of Suzanne and again he started whipping her. He moved to her side, the strikes aimed at her back.
Suzanne had known what was coming when she felt Trent’s cock sliding out of her, she braced herself against the onslaught. She was watching now, watching for Trent’s feet, knowing that soon after seeing his feet she would have his cock in her mouth and the whipping would stop.
Then she saw them. Watched as he stepped in front of her. She raised her head and opened her mouth. The moment his cock touched her mouth, the whipping stopped. Strangely he had lost much of his erection. No problem she would soon have him hard again.
She sucked him as she had before and she felt him getting hard. She felt pride, then she felt something else, a cock being pushed into her pussy! Was Trent letting another man fuck her? Then she heard Trent’s voice from behind her;
“She’s got a great mouth, doesn’t she, Freddie.”
“You got that right. She’s a sweet little cock sucker”
Suzanne realized that she had been tricked into sucking the cock someone named Freddie, and that Trent had set her up. But this was all after the fact, the deed was done. On the upside she wasn’t being whipped, and if this was what Trent wanted, was it really all that bad? She had to take pride in what she was doing, it was that or be lost in total despair. So she would be the best fucker and cock sucker these two had ever had.
That’s right Freddie, Suzanne thought I’m a sweet little cock sucker. That’s a title I earned!
Trent noticed that Suzanne didn’t try to stop sucking Freddie’s cock, Good, she has surrendered. Now to stretch the envelope. Trent thought.
Freddie watched Suzanne sucking his cock, and it made him giddy. He loved the idea that a beautiful woman was sucking him off, and here it was, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He paid close attention to everything, what it looked like, how it felt, he never wanted to forget this moment.
Time to change things up. Trent thought.
Trent pulled his cock out of Suzanne and walked around her to her front. He watched Suzanne sucking on Freddie’s cock and he felt good. He had always enjoyed letting his friends fuck his girl friends, it was a measure of just how strong his hold was on these women, how much they adored him, loved him. Being loved was one thing, testing the depth of that love was something more.
“Suzanne?” Trent asked.
Suzanne turned her eyes to Trent as she continued to suck Freddie.
“I want you to hold this for me.” Trent said as he placed the riding crop in Suzanne’s hand.
Suzanne closed her hand around the whip.
“Don’t drop it.” Trent told her.
Drop it? Suzanne thought. You can’t whip me if the whip is in my hand. Don’t worry. I won’t drop it.
Trent moved to the side of the apparatus and released the locking lever that kept Suzanne from swinging forward or backward. Then he walked back between her legs. He pushed down on Suzanne’s ass and it moved down toward the floor.
Suzanne felt herself being pulled up and off of Freddie’s cock, she moved farther up, and then she could see Freddie’s face, could see him smiling at her, his ruddy face and the missing tooth. Then she was upright again, then falling back, looking at the ceiling, then she felt Trent’s hands catching her shoulders and she looked up into his face. She was on her back and she opened her mouth as Trent’s cock neared. As Trent’s cock entered her mouth, she felt Freddie’s cock sliding into her pussy.
I’m a great fucker and cock sucker. These guys are getting quite a nice piece. Suzanne thought.
Trent watched his cock sliding in and out of Suzanne’s mouth. Time to add to the mix. He thought.
“I want to see your tongue. Stick it out.” Trent told Suzanne.
Suzanne did as she was ordered, then waited expectantly for Trent’s cock to force its way into her throat. But what could she do?
Freddie was in heaven. He looked at Suzanne’s lean beautiful body, at her creamy smooth skin, and of course his cock sliding in and out of this beautiful woman’s pussy. He felt overwhelming pleasure, even pride. Perhaps it was in gratitude that he put his thumb on Suzanne’s clitoris and started rubbing it back and forth.
Freddie didn’t see any reaction at first, but as he continued he saw the muscles of Suzanne’s belly start to twitch in sync with his rubbing, then he saw the reaction increase and he was pleased.
Trent knew that Suzanne was waiting for him to shove his cock down her throat, and that was exactly what he wanted.
Soon my sweet. But not now. He thought.
Trent reached up to the handle of a cord that was connected to the upper most part of the apparatus. He pulled the handle and heard the click that told him the pivot was unlocked. Another pull would have locked it again, but that would be later also.
“Freddie, time to switch.” Trent said.
“Okay.” Freddie answered.
Suzanne expected to be flipped vertically again, and her body was ready. But this time Trent put his hand on Suzanne’s right shoulder and pushed sideways. To Suzanne’s surprise she was spun horizontally! She watched the room go by, then she was stopped by Trent’s hands on her ass, and there in front of her was Freddie’s cock. Suzanne opened her mouth.
“Tongue out!” Trent said.
Suzanne dutifully stuck her tongue out as she sucked.
Trent got a little saliva and rubbed it on the head of his cock. He placed his cock against Suzanne’s ass and pushed.
“Shove it in her throat, Freddie.” Trent ordered.
Freddie took hold of Suzanne’s head and pushed his cock all the way into her mouth.
Suzanne gagged, and when she gagged her whole body tensed, then her body relaxed, and when her body relaxed Trent’s cock slipped easily into her. Again Suzanne gagged, again her body relaxed and a couple more inches of Trent’s cock slid into her. Suzanne gagged a third time, and when her body relaxed, Trent timed it perfectly and drove his cock the rest of the way into her.
“That’s enough Freddie.” Trent said.
Freddie pulled his cock out of Suzanne’s throat and her gagging stopped.
Suzanne felt Trent’s cock in her ass, felt the irritation and discomfort, but surprisingly it hadn’t hurt as badly as she feared.
Trent worked his cock in and out of Suzanne and soon he felt her body relax. He had been watching when Freddie had rubbed Suzanne’s clitoris and now did the same. Soon he was sure that Suzanne was enjoying his cock up her ass almost as much as having her clitoris rubbed. Trent fucked her ass until she was completely stretched out, then said;
“Time to switch, Freddie.”
“Okay.” Freddie answered.
Suzanne didn’t know what to expect.
Trent pushed down on her knees and Suzanne started to rise vertically, back to upright, then down on her belly again. When Trent stopped her, she was looking at his cock, knowing full well where it had just been.
“You have two choices. You can suck my cock, or you can hand me the whip.” Trent said and held his hand near the whip in case she made that choice.
Suzanne thought for just a moment, . . . then opened her mouth. Trent put his cock in Suzanne’s mouth.
As Suzanne sucked, she could taste the bitterness, but what could she do?
“Tongue out!” Trent ordered.
Suzanne dutifully stuck her tongue out.
Trent put both hands on the back of Suzanne’s head and shoved his cock deep into her throat. He thrust into her several times as she gagged.
“Now I’m going to pull my cock out, and as I do I want you to hold your lips tight against me and suck me clean. Do you understand?” Trent asked.
Suzanne nodded between gags.
Trent pulled his cock out slowly, and Suzanne sucked him clean. When he was completely out, Trent squatted in front of Suzanne and smiled.
“Now swallow.” Trent ordered.
Suzanne swallowed.
“That’s my baby.” Trent said.
Suzanne smiled. He called me baby! She thought.
The bitch has nothing left to surrender. Trent thought.
Suzanne was pleased. She was Trent’s baby! She had always known that she could make him happy, knew he would love her. It was all worth it to hear those words.
Trent looked into Suzanne’s face, saw the smile, saw the happiness, and decided that was quite enough. With his right hand he slapped her left cheek hard.
“Time for me to finish up.” Trent told Suzanne.
Trent stood, gripped Suzanne’s shoulder and flipped her vertically again, putting her on her back again.
“Take a break Freddie.” Trent said.
“You got it.” Freddie answered and took a seat.
Trent put more spit on the head of his cock and pushed it into Suzanne’s ass. It was much easier this time, and that brought a smile to Trent’s face.
Suzanne felt Trent’s cock sliding into her ass, felt the discomfort.
That’s right Trent, fuck your baby good. I’ll take anything you give me. Suzanne thought.
She really is a good fuck. Trent thought. Best not to let her know that though.
Trent had achieved all he needed to achieve in this first session with Suzanne. Now he could come, and sit back, and enjoy the show. There was still much planning before Suzanne’s next session, of course, but there was time for that. Now was the time to solidify in Suzanne’s mind her roll in Trent’s life, to force her to accept, and even revel in that roll.
First things first, he no longer needed to control his orgasm, he could fuck Suzanne’s tight little ass and come. And with Freddie no longer in her mouth, she would only be aware of his cock, be aware of him fucking her, fucking her in the ass!
Trent put his thumb back on Suzanne’s clit, rubbing it back and forth as he fucked her.
“You won’t forget this fuck for a while.” Trent thought.
As Trent rubbed Suzanne’s clitoris, he watched her body react, he pushed her toward coming. Unfortunately, Trent’s orgasm, now free from the restraints of his control, was approaching faster than Suzanne’s. But there are two sides to Trent’s self control, and both sides helped him be as successful as he was, not only in the music world, but also in the world of sadism and sex, and that was his ability to multitask. So even as he started to come, even as his sperm shot into Suzanne’s bowels, his thumb kept a steady rhythm on her clit.
Suzanne had at first resisted Trent’s attempt to pleasure her, but then gave in to the stimulation of her clitoris. As her body reacted to Trent’s thumb she felt incredible frustration in being restrained as she was. Her body wanted to move, to respond to the stimulation, but it was held rigidly in place by the apparatus. Then she felt Trent come, felt him ram his cock deep and leave it there.
Then, perhaps because Trent’s cock was in her ass, her old friend, the friend that only visits when she is alone, made herself known. As she built toward orgasm, she wanted to scream her frustration, frustration at not being able to wrap her arms and legs around Trent, to pull his body tighter to her own, and deeper, always deeper. Of its own accord, her body strained against her restraints.
Freddie watched in fascination as Suzanne neared orgasm. He had noticed Suzanne’s resistance when Trent put his thumb on her clit, had watched that resistance melt away and to be replaced with a burning passion, and now as her body seemed to levitate, he watched her orgasm turn her into an animal. And what a magnificent animal she was! This was a woman he would do anything for, . . . if she was his. But she isn’t, and never would be. She belonged to Trent. And Trent had allowed him to see this spectacular event, had allowed him to fuck her, and for that he was grateful.
Trent watched Suzanne come, watched her raise her head, eyes and mouth open, her body straining for expression. Then her head went back as the first body wrenching convulsion tried to tear muscle from bone, and from her soul issued a long wail. Moments later the second orgasm grabbed her and treated just as abusively. Then the third, and with it Suzanne’s body squeezed Trent’s cock out. From there the spasms lessened, and soon, Suzanne relaxed in exhaustion.
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