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SilverFoxBDSM -> Devons Fate. Chapter 2 (4/6/2012 8:56:40 PM)
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Trial & Sentence
Eyes flutter. Head bobbing slowly upright. The face winces from the headache. The aching muscles. There's an acrid dryness in the throat. Thirsty! Hungry! CHAINS!
Paulette watches him awaken. Enjoying the subtle nuances he made with his body & facial expressions. Each discovery increasing the knowledge of the horrific embrace of her reality. Her world.
Devons eyes come into focus. Before him was a true visage to worship. Outstripping all the vested fantasies that had led him into bondage.
His release from five years in prison in Arizona was really the begining. Or not depending on your view.
The amazing naked beauty walked slowly around the room. "Welcome to hell Mr. ... Reynolds is it?" She smiled. The look in her eyes was cold. Giving the smile a preditory look. "Well Devon Reynolds is dead." She moves out of his right peripherial behind him. The voice, as cold as her stare. A harsh swish of air preceeds a searing sting to his right buttock. His lurch does nothing to mitigate a second on the matching cheek. Heavy harsh breaths is the only other sound. Her voice circles from the left.
"Your parole officer was kind enough to recommend the sensitivity training as a parole condition you died en-route to. It was a terrible crash."
Devon could only watch her arm raise the crop & slice it in the direction of his left inner thigh.
"Five years in jail for pimping runaways on the street & you never even got fucked." The right thigh recieved its due.
"That was six months ago you've been unconscious a long while. During which your hair and vocal chords were permenantly removed. Not to mention your finger prints, and all your tattoos. You have also been subliminally programed with commands that you are unable to resist. For instance. I have made you into my ... whore."
Need swells in cold steel.
"See? Every time I say whore you whore. Your whore cock, ...or should I say MY whore cock gets all mean and nasty inside it whore cock prison."
Paulette reached under the steel tube. Deftly snaking her fingers into a tight clench around Devons scrotum. Her toxicly erotic blue pools kept his constantly in tow.
"There is one rule. Obey." Paulette pulls down on the scrotum. Devons mouth opens in silence. His head rearing in agony.
She only smiles.
"If you rebel? I take these. Are we clear?" Happily toying with his taut scrotum. The fingers of her free hand flicking against it like a drum.
Devons head rolled a nod of acknowlegement. Barely able to keep his own eyes from rolling back in his head.
Paulette released him and regained her stance.
" I said welcome to hell earlier. It could also be heaven for you. Look at my pussy Devon." Captive eyes obey. "I like to keep it shaved. I bet you can't wait to ... Worship."
Just before him. Stood the radient altar of all desire. The holy of holies. Every fiber in him longed in anguish to devote himself to her wombs pleasure.
Paulettes spread thighs did not hide their own want from his gaze. Her fingers play open soft, moist lips. Revealed the succulent pink center. A moist radiant flower. Devon, her helpless hungry butterfly. Paulette laughed.
"Oh you will worship me whore. Once you are out of those chains you will willingly die for me. If you surrender now. Your life can be relatively pleasent. The longer you resist the harder it will be. So my advise to you is roll with it."
Paulette totally ignored Devons feeble attempts to agree. She put a visor on his head. Totally covering his eyes. Strapping it under his chin. Her voice touched his ear. "Relax whore. It's movie time." Ear buds were fitted into each ear.
Soft whispers. "what? What are they saying?" The sting in his arm.preceeds the body rush of LSD. Soft, gentle hands sooth his nervous panic. Whispers. "Ohh!" He hardens. Before his eyes. "Yes!"
A confiscated video compilation of the girls he had prostituted show before him. He had personally made these vids to blackmail the girls. The first was Wendy. A girl of fifteen at the time. In the vid she was in naked bondage. Gagging on the cock of a local thug named Jules. Devon liked to use Jules in his films cause his dick was fourteen inches long. They always puked. Meanwhile her ass was being pounded by Jules brother Eddie. Who of course had equal endowment.
Whispers. "whore" "whore" "whore" Devons own nine inch endowment throbbed within its four inch steel coffin.
Kendall was next. At the time she was addicted to crack. Thanks to Devon. She was shot from above sucking his cock ravenously. Begging for a hit. "I've been good Daddy. Please Daddy I need it sooo bad!" Kendall engulfed his cock in one dive.
"worship" "whore" "worship" "whore" ...
"ohhh what was her name? Sylvia."
The naked sixteen year olds spread womb was center frame. The girl had been raped and beaten repeatedly for four days to break her. This was the final act. Her thighs were clearly bound apart with coarse rope. Her screams & lurches echoed the folded over leather belt shown to collide center loins. The belt moved over her loins reddening the skin between the knees. The beating stopped. A black cock rammed deep into her pelvis. Sylvias scream was stopped by another which she took like a seasoned pro.
"whore" "worship" "whore" "worship"
Black.
Silent.
"how long?"
"Did you... enjoy your little trip down memory lane whore" Paulette inquired as she removed the headphones. Followed by the visor.
Paulette held a key before Devons eyes. Which recognized its significance. "VE-RY GOOD! That's right "Old Thunder Stick" gets set free for the first time in ohh so long. But I think instead of thunder we will use it to brew the storm a while.
Oh yes. I almost forgot. I'd like you to get reaquainted with a few old friends." Paulette walked to the wall. She pressed a button that lowered a drape between them.
Devon could hear her say. "Wilson. Please escort my guests to the playroom."
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