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sweetkittykat -> traveling business womans wild experience (1/14/2005 8:47:44 PM)
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She had been traveling all day trying to reach the location of her next business seminar. These seminars were boring to present but it was a good way to get to see part of the country and get paid for it. She always tried to arrive on the weekend so she could have some free time to explore. It looked like she would be arriving around noon today. Today was Saturday. She would check in, take a nap, get up, shower and look for a nice place to have dinner. She would ask the hotel clerks about local clubs, people were such fun to watch.
She was in west central Ohio, still primarily farm country. Antique stores were plentiful and looking through them would be fun .Quiet country like this made her feel so much safer than she did in the big cities. She relaxed passing the barren fields that in future seasons would bare crops. The air was cleaner here, it was peaceful. This week should be a quiet one.
The hotel parking lot was almost empty and she had arranged for an early check in.
She checked in, bringing in only one bag and would get the others out of the car later,
Road weariness had set in, she just wanted to lie down and close her eyes. The room was on the first floor not far from the main desk. Sliding the key card in the door, the darkness of the room soothed her. A sigh slipped from her lips as she closed the door behind her. Walking over to the desk she set her bag down, turning on the radio beside the bed to a soothing station she collapsed on the bed. The room was cool and soothing; soon she was drifting in a light sleep.
She did not hear the door to her room open; it had not locked when she shut it.
He watched her lying there on the bed, her breathing so relaxed. He first spotted her driving alone down the highway and decided she would be the lucky one. Watching her exit the freeway he had never dreamed she would make it this easy, she pulled into the hotel parking lot soon after she exited.
He had stayed back and followed her into the lobby. Pretending to look at the tourist information rack beside the check-in desk he was able to overhear her room assignment. He got a drink at the water fountain and sat in the lobby watching T.V. Waiting until the desk clerk slipped in the back, he then made his way down the hall.
He simply reached down and turned the door knob, not thinking it would open. Silently slipping in, now here he was. She had no clue what the next hours were going to hold for her, but he did. He walked over to the bed and sat down softly on the edge; she moaned but did not wake. Soon she would wake and the terror in her eyes would be delicious.
She awoke suddenly, not sure where she was, trying to focus her eyes, something was not right. His strong hands were on her mouth and throat in an instant. The look in his eyes was so cruel and cold. The sadistic smile on his lips scared her. She struggled to get free but it was no use, she could feel her airway tightening under his hand. Tears poured into her frightened eyes, begging for her life. His voice was so soft, “I locked the door when I came in, something you forgot to do. Women who travel alone should be more careful, you never know what might happen.” She just kept staring at him, she was struggling, she had to get away from him and get help. This could not be happening to her, her mind racing, her heart pounding. He continued to speak; “Now I do not plan on killing you, I hate messes and that could be messy. You just be a good girl, do as I tell you and everything will be okay.” She nodded her head. He let go of her throat and reached into his pocket pulling out a blindfold. “Take this and place it over your eyes, and if you promise not to scream I will take my hand off your mouth.” She nodded again, telling herself to stay calm. Maybe she could catch him off guard and bolt for the door. Reaching up for the blindfold with trembling arms, she took it from him and placed it over her eyes.
She could feel his breath touching her, and she felt his hands on her blouse. She wanted to scream, her arms wanted to grab him, to claw at him but she concentrated on her breathing instead. His fingers were undoing the buttons one at a time as if he was in no hurry. She wondered what he had in store for her and was trying to remember everything she could about him, the color his hair, eyes, his stature and now his scent. Soon she felt him roughly lifting up one shoulder and pulling the sleeve down. He did the other side the same way. His icy voice cutting through the darkness reaching her, “Now lift your arms above your head bitch and hurry! “ Being frozen with fear she could not move. Her brain heard the words, but her arms would not move. He roughly pulled one up and then the other and she felt the cold metal handcuffs go around her wrist. The sound of the handcuffs locking pounding in her head, she pulled but they were attached to the headboard of the bed.
Next she felt him get off the bed; soon he was at the foot of the bed pulling her pants, hose and underpants off. He took the panty hose and tied them in knots at the center this would make a nice gag. “Spread your legs bitch” and a slap hit her right thigh.
She opened her legs and left the knotted hose pushed up into her pussy. His laughter was unexpected and she jumped. “Bitch your pussy is wet; I think you are enjoying this.” He rubbed the knotted hose back and forth teasing her with her own clothes, getting them covered with her juices. Removing the hose from her pussy he walked to the head of the bed,” Open your mouth bitch I have a treat for you.” He placed the knot in her mouth and ordered,” lift your head so I can secure your gag. Your pussy tastes good, doesn’t it?”
The room got quiet. She could not see him, or hear him. He had not left or she would have heard the door. Here she was on the bed helpless, humiliated, afraid, and her bra was the only thing that was still on. She strained to listen; she could still hear the radio playing. Her mind was racing, what was he doing?
The room started to get colder, or was it just her imagination? Then she felt his breath on her chest, something pointy was running along her skin. Tears soaking the blindfold, her mouth making muffled pleas, she was sure he was going to kill her now. The blade of the knife was going slowly down her abdomen; her breathing was fast and shallow. He seemed so calm, so in control and she was helpless. The knife lifted just as it reached her mound, she was not cut. Then she felt the knife cutting her bra off, now she was totally exposed for this man.
His hands began roughly exploring her breasts, pinching, pulling, and twisting them.
Her body betraying her, her nipples getting hard showing the excitement she felt. He seemed to increase the pressure he applied as he worked them. Then his hands were gone and she could hear him rummaging for something. The cold metal clamps bit her nipples as they closed, first the right and then the left. She started to buck using her legs, she could not get free but she would not willingly lie here and let him violate her.
The slap of his hand across her face startled her; quickly she drew in a fast sharp breath. The pull on her nipples increased, the clamps were attached to a chain. She thought the strain might pull her nipples off, the pain ever increasing. The clamps biting on her nipples making her moan and squirm. Nothing in her past prepared her for the slap on the wooden ruler against the strained breasts. Her mind screamed, her mouth moaned, her body arched. The beating seemed to go on forever, the pain rising like molten lava in a volcano. He still seemed cold, methodical, taking his time, by alternating the torture between the two breasts he seemed to know she would last longer. He did not want an unconscious victim. The burning never ceasing, her breath rapid, sweat pouring from her forehead, the moans coming from her never stopping, She felt her head swimming, it seemed she was somewhere else feeling the pain and hearing the sounds.
Next it was as if her breasts were being bandaged one at a time. The bandage was smooth, being applied tightly, pushing her soft breasts into cones. Her breasts were radiating a burning heat, her breathing was beginning to slow down, her nipples were now numb from the clamps, and her mind was coming back to this unthinkable event.
Then the screaming pain hit, the clamps were released and blood was trying to flow in the constricted cones. She arched and thrashed! She could not bare this any longer. He was off the bed and his rough, strong hands had her ankle pulling her down, stretching her body out. Her right leg was being pulled to the right bottom corner of the bed. The same bandage that was on her breast was now being wrapped tightly around her ankle. The ankle was being attached to the bed frame. The left leg was done the same as the right leg.
The sharp slap and sting on her mound was a complete surprise. Her breasts were throbbing and sore, her mind had been there. Her wrists were chaffed and aching, arms numb. The noise was almost as bad as the pain. Slaps coming close together, her body struggling to get away, seemed to rise to each strike on her delicate female flesh. Again the pain was swelling, tears pouring out of her covered eyes, moans from her gagged mouth. The gag was soaked from her saliva, it was uncomfortable, her face wet, her breathing was rapid, short, sweat poured and again she started to float. His strikes were unpredictable, dancing around her mound, clit and inner thighs, the timing irregular, the touch from earth shattering hard to teasingly gentle. She wished he would speak for all this time that he had been torturing her he had not said a word. The only sounds had been that of his devices and of her own moaning.
Then the slapping stopped, her inner thighs, mound, clit were all on fire. She felt him up by her arms he was undoing the handcuffs. Then the icy voice broke the silence, “Well now I think we are making some progress. You seem to understand that I am in total control here. I will use your body anyway I please. I am going to move your arms, so you can regain some circulation, it is needed but it will be painful. You can see I enjoy your pain. You will not struggle as I reposition you or you will pay dearly. We have much more to do and how it goes depends on you.” He pulled her left arm down and out to the side of the bed, rubbing it, and then wrapping it with the bandage material he had used earlier tying it to the bed frame. The right arm was done next.
He pulled the blindfold off of her eyes. It took sometime for her eyes to adjust. Then her eyes fell to her breasts, they were purple. Her gaze went to him; he was still calm, cool and collected. His right hand stroked her cheek, he smiled and said: “Why do you look so afraid dear? We have just begun, so much yet to experience!” He turned and walked into the bathroom returning with a cool cloth. Tenderly he washed her face and kissed her forehead. Returning the washcloth to the bathroom, he came back with a cup of water in his hand. He pulled the gag out of her mouth, lifted her head, gave her a sip, replaced the gag and sat the cup down on the night stand. “Shall we continue?” She wanted to be able to say no, but gagged and restrained she was his prisoner.
His attention then went to the purple bulges that were her breasts. He grabbed the nipples and pinched. She screamed into her gag. The pain so severe it made her stomach turn. Then she felt his mouth, it was warm and wet, but far from comforting. It tormented the purple masses, sucking, nipping, and licking. The tears poured from her eyes and into her gag she pleaded for his mercy. Finally it came to and end. He sat up and started to unbind her breast, the return of blood flow causing excruciating pain. The process was slow, deliberate and it seemed like hours before all the material was off. His hands could not wait to massage the purple masses. The tingling was unbearable; it was like thousands of little needles in each breast. “Your breasts are so beautiful slut. They make me so horny” He then straddled her, fully clothed, pressing his body between her open legs.” Bitch, you see what you have done to me. Stop those noises you are making!” with that another slap landed across her face.
He reached up, pulling the gag out, “Do not say a word, catch your breath, your mouth will not be empty long!” He slid off her and stood up. “Watch me bitch, I want you to see what you have done to me.” His hands reached down to his belt, unfastening it, pulling his pants down, the bulge even bigger than it had felt. He stood there in his underwear for just a few seconds letting her get a good view. “Can you guess what will fill your mouth now slut?” Then he fully disrobed.
Mounting her body on the bed, he ordered, “Open your mouth slut! I am going to fuck it and it better be good!” His cock was waiting at her mouth, she opened her mouth knowing it was useless to resist. He rubbed the cock head on her lips, watching her knowing it was humiliating for her. Then the head entered her mouth being pushed slowly steadily toward the back of her throat. Pulling it back a little, he looked down on her and smiled. Then he started the rhythm of in and out. “Slut I know you can suck better than that! This is your last warning!” She tightened her lips over her teeth and began sucking and licking. Her mind kept telling her that if he climaxed maybe he would leave. She listened for his moans of pleasure, she tried to watch his face for signs of pleasure but he was hard to read. She used all her concentration, every thing she knew about cock sucking and all the energy she had. His cock was gagging her, sliding into her throat. She was gasping for breath, saliva all over her face. The part that was disturbing her the most was she was enjoying him, his cock in her mouth, him riding her face. She began to feel his cock swell even more; it would not be long now.
The surprises with him never stopped, just when she thought it was almost over, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Well slut did you think I was going to let you drink my cum?” She nodded yes. “No, we are still far from done! Has your pussy stopped hurting from its spanking?” She shook her head no. “Well isn’t that too bad! I am going to pound your pussy so hard!”
She found her voice and whispered,” Please, please stop!” He laughed, “Well she speaks. You have been such a good slut! I am not going to stop until I am done.”
He rose, went to the foot of the bed and started to untie her legs. “I want your legs bent bitch!” with that he started positioning her legs. “Just maybe your cunt will please me enough that I will get off” He climbed in between her legs, rubbing his cock between her swollen lips. “Bitch, you are so wet, so open, you are a little pain slut I think.” Everything had gone so well. He was going to enjoy this most of all! He slid his hard cock in her wet hole and slammed into her as hard as he could. Over and over he slammed into her. Her eyes were wide with pleasure. Her moans rising from her soul, her body responding to his touch, she was his. Her legs wrapped around him, her body arching. He reached his hands up to her throat and closed them around it. Her airway restricted he said,” You are a cunt, a bitch, a slut! This is about my pleasure not yours! Do not cum without asking me first! You will beg me to let you climax” with that he let go of her throat and then she exploded. Her body was trembling, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth open, wild sounds escaping from her. He waited until her orgasm was over, then once more his open hand found her face. Slap! “You stupid cunt, this is not about your pleasure! It is about mine, you should always ask me; beg me to let you cum.” She whimpered softly, “I am so sorry! I could not help it!” He could not stop himself he pounded her till he exploded inside her, his orgasm so intense, his balls pumping, and his cock throbbing. She had been everything he had hoped.
He collapsed beside her panting, his eyes closed, he was spent. She could not believe that this wild series of events had brought her to heights she had never felt before. She started to drift to sleep. They both slept for a while. She was awakened to find him untying her hands. He kissed her gently, passionately. It was then that he told her he had first seen her out on the highway and followed her here. She smiled and said,” I am here all week. You could stay”
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