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Master2noone -> Chapter fourteen The Warehouse (4/7/2014 3:04:49 PM)
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The Warehouse
“Treasure, come go with me, I have to check on some cargo at the warehouse.”
“Yes Sir,”
“Dress Vanilla,” We will go to dinner afterwards. Treasure went to get dressed; she came down wearing a skirt, a white silk long sleeve blouse.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“You are my pretty girl, come on lets go.” He opened the car door for her. When she got in the car, he saw the pink thong she was wearing he smiled.
Phillip drove the slick BMW convertible to the warehouse on the pier. He pulled up to a huge building. Phillip left the car running, he got out to unlock, a big door, slid it open, he came back, pulled the car in; he got out and closed the door. The warehouse was huge, it was pitch black inside, and the only lights were from the car's headlights. Phillip drove to the other end and parked close to an office door. The warehouse was spooky and creepy, Treasure shivered. Phillip got out of the car, went to Treasure’s side of the car he opened her door. He offered his hand to her. She reached out to take his hand.
Phillip grabbed her hand; he pulled her out of the car, and twisted her arm behind her back. He threw his other arm around her neck. Phillip walked backward dragging her to the office. “Bitch, keep your mouth shut, you hear me,” Phillip dragged her as if he would a sack of potatoes.
He kicked open the door, the light came on, a pair of hand cuffs were tied to the rope that hung from a rafter in the center of the room, Treasure screamed, she had never seen him this way, he was very frightening, she was scared, “shut up bitch,” Phillip said. He slapped her face; he put one wrist in the cuffs, then the other wrist. Phillip pulled the rope tight lifting her arms until she was standing on her toes.
“Oh! Please Phillip, what have I done? I don’t understand. Please Phillip; let me down, it hurts please.” Treasure was crying, she was shaking, Phillip grabbed her blouse, pulled her to him, took his thumb smeared her lip stick, pressing hard with his thumb he smeared it to the right, then to the left, her lipstick was smeared from ear to ear. “You, fucking painted whore,” Phillip yelled. He pulled her hair, “look at yourself, your dressed like a fucking slut, a fucking piss whore!” Treasure screamed. “Shut up, you fucking piss whore!” Treasure screamed again. “Shut up bitch!” Phillip said and slapped her face. Treasure looked like she was going into shock.
“I know how to fix a slut like you.” He sneered, he reached behind his back under his coat, and he pulled a knife out of his waistband. He pulled the sheath off the knife. The shiny blade caught the light and flashed in Treasure’s eyes. Phillip grabbed her hair with his left hand; with his right hand, he laid the knife on her cheek under her eye. “You painted slut, I will fix you,” he said. He slid the knife down her cheek. He shook her head and showed her the knife, there on the blade was her lipstick he had scraped it off her cheek. Treasure eyes dilated open in spite of the room’s bright lights. Now slut, let’s see what you have under those rags? Let’s see what you’re trying to hide from me.”
Phillip began to cut her clothes off he started with her jacket. He put the knife under her jacket lapel, and cut it to her shoulder then he cut it to her shoulder then he cut her jacket sleeve down her arm to the wrist. Treasure was squirming, struggling she tried to kick Phillip. He laughed, “Yes struggle you slut, Struggle.” Treasure screamed at him, “I hate you! Let me go you bastard!”
“Let you go, nonsense you fucking slut, you must atone for you sins oh, yes, yes, yes,” Phillip sliced the lapel on the left and sliced her sleeve down her arm. Treasure’s jacket fell to the floor.
Phillip ran the knife under blouse and cut the first button off. Treasure heard it pop off and then she heard it hit the floor with a click. Phillip, cut the next button. Treasure was screaming, yelling, pleading, with Phillip. Treasure peed on herself, her pee ran down her leg, and puddled on the floor at her feet. “Oh you nasty piss whore!” Treasure twisted, and turned she kicked at him. Phillip cut the next button off, he pulled her blouse from her skirt, and he flipped her blouse open with the knife and stroked and squeezed her breasts hard. “Oh God, Please Phillip,” she pleaded. Her words were ignored, he wasn’t listening, Phillip cut the last button off, and then he cut one sleeve, then the other sleeve, cutting so slowly taking his time, listening to the knife cut the thin silk. He looked at the knife as if it were talking to him, and in a sense it was talking to him. The music it made as it cut the clothe revealing her body. He cut up the other sleeve, smiling, “Oh slut, it’s a shame I am going to skin such a lovely body.” Her blouse fell to the floor.
Phillip took the knife, laid it on her breast, the cold steel made Treasure shiver. Phillip began to trace the outline of her bra, onto her skin. He took the point of the knife dragging it down her skin leaving a red scratch. He started on her left shoulder, on her back he traced the inside of her shoulder strap, to the top of the elastic strap, then across her back to the other shoulder strap and up to her shoulder he traced the other side of her shoulder strap down to the back strap to her side. Little trickles of blood began to form on the scratches. He traced a line along the bottom edge of her bra strap all the way around her body. He finished in the back where he started. He traced the front of her bra down the shoulder strap along the top edge of the cup, over her breast to the front; Then up the other cup along the top edge of that cup over her breast. The red scratch shone plainly against her skin. He finished at her other shoulder.
He slipped the knife under the strap, pulled on the knife. The strap parted the elastic pulling the strap, she felt slap her back. Treasure was petrified. She knew if she moved he would cut her. He slid the knife across her chest and cut the other strap. He slid the knife down between her tits and cut the fabric between them. Her bra fell to the floor exposing her breasts. Phillip grabbed her nipple, pulled if and stretched it then slid the knife across it as if he was going to cut it off. He stood back, the red scratches outlined where her bra used to be. Phillip took the point and flipped the barbell in her nipple. “I will delight in taking that barbell out of course you know, I will take the nipple too.” He laughed. Treasure had not stopped screaming and cursing him.
Phillip traced a line down her belly to the skirt she was wearing. He traced it down until he felt her mound then her crotch; he pushed the knife through her dress at her crotch and cut her skirt to the hem. Phillip traced a line up the inside of her leg to her crotch, then to her mound. He slipped the knife under what was left of her skirt to the waistband and in one quick pull cut through it. Her skirt fell to the floor, “Oh how sweet” he said. “Little pink panties they will soon be red with your blood when I skin you alive. Treasure screamed, she had screamed so much she was becoming hoarse. Phillip put the blade of the knife between her legs pulled the point up in her slit, Treasure moaned. “O God Phillip, please stop.” Phillip cut her panties off; he pulled them from between her legs with a jerk. Her panties were wet with her pee, Phillip smelled them, yes, yes, he said. He put his knife on her clit. “Piss you fucking slut.” He commanded. Treasure was so scared she strained to piss; she pissed on herself and farted.
Phillip laughed. Now slut! Phillip broke up laughing he reached up cut the rope. Treasure started to giggle,” I am so sorry Master it slipped.” “I guess I scared it out of you huh. Phillip laughed,” Come here you bitch.” Treasure went to Phillip, he unlocked one cuff, and Treasure slipped the other off her wrist. Phillip hugged her; kissed her. “I am so horny she said. Treasure reached down, and touched Phillip, he was erect “Come on” he said.
She started to pick up, “no leave them, get in the car,” Phillip drove to the other side of the warehouse and out the door. He drove to the end of the pier, “get out,” he said, Phillip walked to the back of the car, Treasure took his cock from his pants, he bent her over the trunk and pounded her, “Oh God yes,” Treasure said. “Harder, Master, please Master.” Treasure screamed when she orgasmed, he pounded her harder, Treasure felt Phillip cum. “Oh God!” he said.
“Ok, shall we go he said? Treasure got in the car, leaned over to his seat, and gave him head on the way home. Phillip would begin laughing he made a little fart sound with his mouth. Treasure would nibble a little harder on him. “Ok, ok,” he said. Treasure rose up and laughed, she farted again. Phillip laughed so hard he had to pull off the road. Treasure was red from embarrassment, she was hiding her face and giggling, “Oh baby,” he said. “I am sorry,”
“Excuse me Treasure said.” Phillip farted and laughed, Treasure slapped him on the shoulder, “ooooooh men,” she said.
Phillip laughed.
He pulled back on the road and drove home slowly, they both would chuckle, and giggle, Treasure said, “I don’t see anything funny about a fart.”
Phillip laughed said, “it was a man thing,”
“It must be,” she said, “I don’t get it.”
Margarete was up drinking a beer in the kitchen, when Phillip and Treasure came home early.
“I’d like one too,” Phillip said.
“Getting beer is a man thing ain’t it,” Treasure said.
“What?” Margarete said.
Phillip laughed, “I will tell you later.” Phillip walked to the fridge, got two beers, he put them on Treasure’s back she turned, and he kissed her. “I do love you, you know that don’t you,” he said.
“Yes, I do.”, she said, then whispered get those fucking cold beers off my back and I love you too.”
Treasure and Phillip finished their beers and went up to sleep.
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