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Date: Sat, 02 Aug 2008 15:47:13 -0400
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Subject: The Single Mom: M/f, BDSM
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A young single mother finds herself a prisoner to her cruel and
perverted date, and unable to make a fuss without waking her small
daughter.
He would leave now, Darcy thought weakly. He had pounded her like a
rag
doll, so that she ached all over, and she had come like a bitch in
heat. But he was finished. No one would find out, and she could try
again to think of how she was going to handle him.
Except he seemed in no great hurry to leave. He untied her ankles and
let them drop to the bed, much to the relief of her aching back, then
unstrapped her wrists as well. He had no need, after all, of keeping
her bound.
But then he produced a long, thin chain with a loop on one end, and
slipped the loop over her head. It was a choke chain, a dog's choke
chain, and he pulled it tight as he backed away so that Darcy gasped
and choked and her fingers clawed at the thing around her throat even
as he forced her to jerk forward towards the edge of the bed.
"Come on, you dirty little fucking bitch dog," he said, dragging her
off the bed by the chain. "On your hands and knees like the dirty dog
slut you are."
She knew he was deliberately using such foul, abusive language to
degrade her. It succeeded, but something about it also turned her on.
She fought the chain with her hands, desperately trying to gulp in
air,
but he shoved her hands back, pinning them, tightening the chain even
more so that her eyes bulged, her head throbbed, and her chest
pounded.
"Obey me, whore," he said. "You can't fight me. And you don't want
to.
You're a natural cunt whore, and you need to be told what to do. Now
get on your fucking hands and knees like I told you to and I'll
loosen
the choke chain."
He released her wrists and jerked her forward by the hair, then back
again so that she cried out and her hands slapped against the floor
to
support her. The chain loosened and she gulped in deep, desperate,
ragged breaths of air as she knelt, quivering, on all fours.
That's better," he said. "Learn to obey me, slut.
He backed up and tugged briefly on the chain.
Crawl, whore.
Dazedly she crawled, putting one hand forward, then the other,
lurching
forward as he took another step back, then another. She was getting
her
breath back now but was still dazed as he forced her to crawl across
the floor.
"Where's the booze?" he demanded.
She looked up at him, blinking in confusion, and he held up what
looked
like a handful of leather laces, laces like the ones he'd used to tie
her wrists at work. He swept his hand down and they slashed across
her
buttocks with stinging pain so that she cried out and lurched
violently.
I asked you a question, cunt whore.
"I-in the living room!" she cried.
Let's get me a drink.
He tugged on the choke chain and Darcy was forced to crawl after him,
across the carpet to the door and then, anxious in case Jasmine
wakened
and came out of her room, down the hall and into the living room.
She felt shamed and yet she felt little resentment or anger. It was
as
if he were some kind of force of nature, something to be accepted
without thought. And it felt bizarrely - exciting - to be crawling
along like a dog on a leash. He slashed the laces across her bottom
and
she gasped but kept her voice down, despite how they stung.
Faster, slut.
She crawled into the living room. She headed towards the cabinet
where
she kept the liquor but he stopped, and the choke chain closed tight
around her throat, making her gurgle and stop.
Again the laces whipped across her bottom and she let out a gasp of
pain.
Heel, slut.
He pulled on the chain, forcing her to scramble backwards next to
him.
That's it. Remember your manners.
"Please, keep your voice down," she gasped.
That drew another slash from the laces, and again she gasped in pain.
How old is your daughter, slut?
"She's four," she panted.
Another slash, this time across her back.
"Say sir, slut. Four, eh? So in another fourteen years I'll be
fucking
her in the ass, too?"
He chuckled, then tugged on the leash. "Where's the liquor, slut?"
She had to wait until he eased his pull on the choke chain to speak.
"I-it's in that cabinet," she panted.
He walked to the cabinet and opened it, then examined the contents as
Darcy looked around anxiously. She had no idea how she would possibly
explain this if Darcy wakened and came out into the living room.
Worse,
she pictured the girl talking about it to Gary later, how she'd found
mommy naked, on hands and knees, being walked like a dog by a strange
naked man.
Strangely, she wasn't afraid he would hurt Jasmine. She just didn't
see
him stooping to harming a helpless child.
He poured himself a drink, a double of scotch, then looked down at
her.
Would you like to suck my cock now or go back into the other room?
"I-I'd like to go back into the other room please, sir," Darcy said
carefully.
Do you promise to be a good, obedient little slut if we do?
"I - yes, sir," she said.
Say it.
She drew in a deep, shaky breath. "I promise to be a good, obedient
slut if we go into the other room, sir," she said.
She felt a shiver run along her spine. This whole thing was bizarre!
She was naked on her knees letting this man treat her like a whore,
letting him push her around, tie her up, walk her like a fucking dog!
What was the matter with her!?
The vibrators were still stuffed inside her, perhaps an inch of each
protruding from her pussy and anal openings. She could feel the
vibrations buzzing through her body on an almost subconscious level
now. She paid them little attention, but the way her groin was
buzzing
was helping to increase the heat through her body.
He nodded, then gave the chain a snap to indicate she should proceed.
She turned and began to crawl back towards her room, making sure she
didn't go too fast so as to get in front of him. They went through
the
doorway, and Darcy heaved a sigh of relief as he closed it behind
him.
Into the bathroom, slut.
She continued crawling along the thick rug, then turned at the corner
and headed into the large bathroom.
It was a large bathroom, and nicely done, with plants along the side
of
the raised tub.
Lie down, slut.
She let herself lay down on the cool, tiled floor, heart thumping.
Roll over.
With a grunt, Darcy rolled herself onto her back.
Now raise your knees, and spread `em.
Her pulse gave a sudden upward spike as she obeyed, blushing a bit.
Do you like that vibrator in your twat, slut girl?
"I-I don't know," she said in a small voice.
He put his foot down against the base of the vibrator and applied
pressure, forcing it down deeper inside her. Darcy gasped as the
thing
thrust into her, then groaned in pain a the nose jammed against the
deepest pit of her pussy. Her hands instinctively clutched at his
ankle
as she moaned in pain, but his leg was like a tree trunk and he
pushed
down harder still so that she let out a soft, shuddering cry.
"I don't like hair on a girl's cunt," he said. "It looks dirty. I
want
you to shave it off."
"I-It's only a little," she said.
He jammed his foot down hard and she cried out as his heel crushed
the
soft flesh of her pussy and the nose of the vibrator punched against
her insides. She pulled at his ankle but to no avail until he pulled
his foot back.
"Do what you're told, you fucking skank," he growled.
"Yes, sir," she gasped.
She looked up towards the cabinet, wondering if she should ask
permission to get up, but he moved to the sink instead. He searched
through it and quickly found her razor and shaving cream, handing
them
to her.
"Now shave it off," he ordered, propping himself against the counter.
Darcy self consciously looked down at herself, then sprayed shaving
cream over her thin line of pubic hair, rubbing it around over her
sex.
As he watched, she carefully ran the shaver back and forth to
eliminate
the line of reddish brown hair.
"Do a good job, slut. If I feel one bit of hair I'm going to burn it
off."
She bit her lip lightly, her fingers searching, stroking, caressing
her
soft skin, searching out stray bits of stubble so she could run the
razor over them. When she could find no more she stopped.
He yanked a towel off the nearby holder and squatted before her,
rubbing the cream away from her pussy.
"Much better," he said, letting his hand stroke and caress her there.
His fingers pushed in against the second vibrator, and he grunted
weakly.
Are you hot, slut? Is your pussy starting to drip for me?
"N-No," she said.
Lying slut.
He ran his hand up her belly and kneaded her breast, then sat back
against the wall.
Let me see that vibrator. Take it halfway out of your cunt.
Her chest was starting to rise and fall more quickly as she felt heat
rising, and Darcy looked down past it to her pussy, then let her
fingers push lightly against her sex lips to reach the base of the
vibrator he had just shoved up high inside her. She gripped the base
between thumb and forefinger and eased it gently back, then caught
the
base with the rest of her fingers and slid it out about half way.
Very nice. Now push it back in, slowly.
Darcy obeyed, feeling embarrassed and yet deliciously aroused,
deliciously slutty.
Deep.
She pushed it deep and fought to keep a groan of pleasure quiet.
"Let me see it again, almost all the way out this" time.
Darcy obeyed, sliding the vibrator back up her pussy."
Now take it out and rub it against your clit.
Again Darcy obeyed, and her hips jerked as the vibrator made direct
contact with her clitoris.
Like that, didn't you, slut? Rub it back and forth a little.
Darcy obeyed, staring at him, feeling weirdly entranced by his dark
eyes.
"Now shove it up your cunt," he said, his voice harsh.
Darcy obeyed, groaning as she pushed it deep into her pussy.
Pump it in and out.
Again she obeyed, hardly thinking about it.
That's right. Masturbate for me, you filthy little whore.
Darcy stared at him, feeling a surge of disbelief and embarrassment.
"What? No," she protested.
What do you mean no? You're already doing it, you stupid slut.
And she realized she was, and blushed more darkly. She stopped moving
the vibrator. But it felt so good - .
"Wh-why don't you just fuck me?" she asked.
You forgot to say sir, slut.
"Why don't you just fuck me, sir?" she asked.
"I will, slut. But first you have to excite me. Go on. Pump it in and
out."
Slowly, despite her embarrassment, she started to do so, blushing
hotly even as she felt her insides boil with lust and excitement.
I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought dazedly.
Rub your finger across your clit. Let me see how fat that clitty is.
It did not seem fat, but it seemed hot and swollen, and Darcy moaned
as
her finger stroked across it.
Arch your back, roll your head back, you dirty little come-bag.
She shuddered and obeyed, spreading her knees wide, pumping the
vibrator, stroking her fingers across her clit as he looked on. She
knew it was lewd, obscene, disgusting, but it was also a wild, dark
thrill. She looked up at him again, chest heaving, and saw to her
confusion, then shock, that he held a camcorder in his hands and was
videotaping her as she masturbated.
Where did he get that, she thought wildly.
She stopped moving, frozen.
"Keep going," he barked.
"I-I don't want you taking that," she said.
I don't give a shit what you want, crack whore. Keep moving.
But… but if someone I knew - .
His face hardened. "You promised you'd obey me, remember, slut?
Besides, I've already got more than enough to humiliate you if anyone
you knew saw it."
Which was true enough, she thought weakly. She looked down at
herself,
at her stiff nipples and swollen breasts, at her chest rising and
falling and her knees spread wide apart, and slowly began to work the
vibrator up and down her pussy tunnel again.
She was a little numb at first, knowing that he was videotaping her,
but then the thought of the camera began to arouse her even more. Her
breathing became more ragged, and her movements grew more energetic
as
passion flooded through her. She moaned and her knees began to fall
further apart, her feet leaving the floor now as her knees fell away
to
either side.
She was pumping the vibrator in and out, pressing it upwards towards
her clitoris as she jammed her clitty down, and was also deeply aware
of the other one in her backside.
"Take it out and rub it against your clit," he ordered.
Darcy obeyed without thinking, eyes closing into slits as she moaned
in
response to the increased vibrations.
"Now start pumping the one up your asshole. Go on, you know you love
being fucked in the ass."
A thrill of shock and embarrassment went through her, but she did as
he
ordered, pumping the vibrator in her rectum as he filmed her.
"Tell me what a cheap slut whore you are," he said. "Tell me what a
cum
loving crack whore bimbo you are."
"I-I'm a - a dirty, filthy slut," Darcy said, her voice as ragged as
her breaths. "I love to be fucked in the ass! I'm a come drinking
skanky slut whore who loves to suck men's cocks and drink their cum."
She was pumping the vibrator faster in her anus now, the tip of the
other one rubbing harshly back and forth over her clit. Her hips were
jerking, bucking up, her body writhing, jerking, her head pulling
back
and her back arching as her hips bucked against the plunging anal
vibrator.
The climax rocked her body and she let out a helpless, guttural cry
of
passion and pleasure, her back arching violently as she thrust the
vibrator deep into her anus and her insides heaved and twisted around
it.
She went limp on the floor, gasping deeply, closing her eyes.
"Slut," he said.
And she was, she knew.
All right, cunt. Get on all fours. Crawl for the camera.
The passion and lust and heat had not left her, and Darcy rolled
weakly
onto her belly, then slowly rose onto her hands and knees, trembling
a
bit.
Crawl, cum-slut.
She crawled slowly around the bathroom as he video taped her She
reached back between her legs and pumped the vibrators in and out,
and
spread her legs and rolled her bottom back at him as he recorded it.
All the while she was frantically telling herself how insane she was
for doing this in front of a video camera.
"Tell me what a bad girl you are," he said.
I'm a bad girl," Darcy moaned. "I'm a dirty, slutty whore.
"Bad girls need to be punished," he said.
She moaned, turning her head, watching as he set the camcorder down
on
the counter, then got up and sat on the ledge which circled the
bathtub. It was three steps up from the floor, and he grinned down at
her as he motioned for her to crawl over.
She did, and he pointed at his bare foot.
"Let me see your tongue, bitch. Let me see you lick at my ankles. Go
ahead. Show me what an obedient little bitch whore you are."
The order sent a sharp stab of excitement through her gut, and though
she was slightly reluctant, Darcy leaned in obediently, stared at his
bare feet, then bent and licked at his ankle.
"Keep licking, slut. Lick good and hard," he growled.
She ran her tongue over his ankle again and again, then let it slide
around his ankle to the front and down along the top of his foot. Her
entire body began to quiver and throb with excitement as she so
degraded herself, before him and the watching camera, her tongue
pushing far out, licking long strokes over the top and side of his
foot.
He raised the foot, and she felt another jolt of excitement. She also
felt a little more reluctance, but was too aroused to heed it. She
licked down towards his toes and took his big toe into her mouth,
sucking and licking at it as he looked down at her. He drew his foot
up
and she licked along the underside.
"Dirty little fuck toy," he said. "You're a very bad girl, and very
bad
girls need to be punished appropriately."
He gripped her hair and forced her to scrabble up the stairs to him.
Then he dragged her across his lap and slapped her bare bottom hard
enough to make her yelp.
"Bad little girl," he said. "Naughty little slut.
Again he slapped her bare bottom, and again she jerked and yelped in
pain.
He kneaded her buttocks, then thrust the vibrator in her pussy in and
out a few times before burying it and slapping her bottom again. Then
he proceeded to spank her, using a steady, hard series of slaps that
made her bottom burn and sting with ever growing heat and pain.
Darcy gasped and moaned and whimpered and began wriggling and jerking
as his hand slapped down across her upraised buttocks. The pain grew
more intense, and several times she was on the verge of protesting,
of
demanding he stop. But then he would halt, run his hands up and down
her body, and thrust the vibrators in and out of her a few times, or
stroke his fingers across her clitoris, and the passion would roar up
into uncontrollable levels.
Then he would resume his steady spanking, and the pain and heat would
throb inside her as she moaned and wriggled helplessly. Then she got
an
idea, and her right arm slid back beneath her, her fingers pushing at
her clitoris, rubbing wildly as he spanked her, and the excitement
and
heat joined together as she moaned and gasped and jerked her bottom
in
wild passion and pleasure.
"That's it, bitch. Rub your cunt, you filthy little slut. Show
everyone
what a dirty whore you are."
He picked her up and slid down off the ledge, setting her easily onto
all fours as he dropped behind her. He reached up and snatched at the
camera, placing it on the ledge beside them, then yanked the vibrator
out of her anus and thrust his hard cock down in its place. Darcy
cried
out in pleasure and heat and discomfort as his fat cock speared into
her belly. But then he gripped her hair, yanking her head back, and
started to ride her with harsh, powerful thrusts that set her entire
body shaking violently.
Oh! Ungh! Ungh! Oh! Fuck! Oh! Yes! Oh God! Fuck! Fuck me! Ungh!
He cursed and slapped her bottom, then her breast as it hung below
her.
You want it, bitch? You want your asshole fucked?
"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she cried, her mind spinning
towards climax.
His hips pounded against her buttocks as she came, and the blinking
red
light looked on as she cried out in wanton pleasure and slammed
herself
back to meet every hard, rutting stroke.
From the ebook The Single Mom - by Argus. Argus novels have been
published by Nexus, Olympia, Beeline, Silver Moon, Star, and Chimera.
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