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Subject: NEW STORY BY SIR NDER The Punisher!
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Copyright 2004 by Sir Nder
story_title: The Punisher: Part Two; Conclusion
codes: M/f/f, B&D, S&M, oral, anal, vag
preview: Finally, at long last, the conclusion to The Punisher!
text: The Punisher: Part Two / Conclusion
(To my readers: I apologize for the extended delay in publishing The
Punisher Part 2 Conclusion. I acknowledge I am not as prolific as my
imagination would prefer. Work, Family and social obligations often leave
little time to devote to more pleasurable pursuits. Sometimes, when I
have the time, I am not in a creative frame-of-mind and I refuse to
write just because an opportunity exists. I am particularly fastidious
about my compositions as well, attempting to ensure they are structured
and accurate, punctuated and correctly-spelled as well as entertaining.
I hope the wait was worth the read. Enjoy. Comments are gratefully
accepted and now can be replied to - SirNder)
Aaralyn awoke the following morning, but found her body was so stiff
and sore from the ordeals of the previous day and sleeping on the flat,
hard floor that it was difficult to sit up without wincing. Aches
throbbed throughout her lithe, little body. She rose to her knees as
urgently as possible when she found it uncomfortable to sit on her recently
abused and violated ass. Her joints creaked and muscles she never knew
she had protested with each minute movement. Her arms and shoulders
had almost seized-up, having been pinned behindher for so long. Her face
felt swollen and she remembered him slapping her repeatedly almost
twenty-four hours earlier. It seemed so long ago, considering everything
else he had done to her afterward. Her tongue was dry and heavy,
sticking to the roof of her mouth. Even her hair seemed to hurt. She was
glad it was so utterly dark in the room: she was sure she looked
terrible.
Light suddenly flooded the room, forcing her to squint and turn her
face away. The Punisher entered, but she did not see him until he loomed
directly over her, casting an ominous shadow. Aaralyn was glad she was
already on her knees: it might have taken her ten minutes to struggle
to them otherwise and he would surely find fault with her for being so
lethargic and indolent. Even with her head bowed, she peered up and saw
that he was wearing a long, black silk robe that somehow seemed to
match the nylon stocking-mask concealing his identity. He stood for a long
minute gazing down at the girl silently, his arms folded across his
chest. Aaralyn couldn't help but become nervous. In spite of all the
indignities he had performed on her and the liberties he assumed, she
suspected he had new and more imaginative ways of abusing her. She
couldn't see his face, but surmised he was thinking of some fresh humiliation
for her to suffer as he gazed down on her naked, young body.
"Do I need the O' ring with you this morning?" he asked, his voice
just as calm and controlled as it had been the day before. Aaralyn
understood what he meant and cringed. He intended to have her please him
with her mouth and probably spray his bitter, sticky seed down her throat
again. She wanted to turn away, resist him, refuse to allow him to
treat her in such a vile manner, but knew it would both be pointless and
regretful. Remaining passive, she shook her head, betraying her
instinct that told her to rebuff him at all costs.
With an almost elegant flair, he opened his robe and revealed his
erection standing at full attention, a narrow, black leather strap
encircling the base of his turgid stalk. Aaralyn had no idea why his cock
needed a belt or what purpose it might have had, but The Punisher did not
seem the kind of man to wear something just for vanity's sake. His hands
lightly, yet firmly, clutched her skull, sending fresh pangs of gnawing
pain through her cranium, her corn-row braids draped over his fingers,
as he rubbed his swollen cock-head over her lips. Aaralyn turned her
face from side to side to try to capture his cock in her open mouth,
thinking he was simply missing her waiting mouth with his aim and not
particularly appreciating his slimy pre-cum being smeared on her cheeks and
lips. She finally managed to ensnare the long, thick tool between her
lips, unaware he had been swiping his excited rod across her face on
purpose, and felt him instantly began to slowly push and pull it i!
n and out of her mouth, moving her head in time with his pelvis.
In spite of all the kids who had told her she had a big mouth, she
discovered she did not have quite a big enough mouth, at least it wasn't
big enough to accommodate the thick girth of The Punisher's prick. It
was harder than she thought it would be to keep her teeth out of the way
and the additional strain of tucking them under her lips was
challenging as well as uncomfortable. She did not want to even lightly scrape
his prick with her incisors and give him cause to punish her again. She
tried to remember what he had instructed the day before and found
herself licking the head as it rocked to and fro between her closed lips.
Once he helped her establish a rhythm and his cock was gliding smoothly
back and forth, she discovered it wasn't such a horrible or disgusting
thing after all, yet it wasn't easy to accomplish either. She could
smell the aroma of fresh soap mixing with his natural musky scent and her
nostrils flared with appreciation. It was a rather appealing com!
bination. She determined the unbearable strain in her jaw was mostly
because she was tense and when she concentrated on relaxing, the misery
abated considerably. She even felt his member twitch and spasm as she
sucked, encouraging him to climax. She experienced a strange,
satisfying sensation as she felt the ridged yet smooth shaft moving back and
forth across her tongue. A part of her was even eager to taste his
creamy semen again, drowning out the inner voices that protested and warned
it was depraved and execrable.
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