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About: This was a Role Playing session between ASSTR authors SarahMcA2012 and Dandy_Tago. It was played out over instant messenger. Each participant writes in the first person for themselves and in the second person for the other participant. For this reason, I present the session like an IM chat so that you can easily distinguish which author is speaking.
Summary: Just out of college and starting her first job, Arielle is bright-eyed and naive. Her mother always warned her to be careful and safe in the city, but she was always over protective. Little did Arielle know that something as simple as saying 'hello' to a man who feels invisible to women can trigger something worse than her mother ever imagined for Arielle. But for Larry, the man who she said 'hello' to, this is the sign that she is his one true love. He must take her.
Codes: MF rape oral piv bd ws humil rough rom
It's late. Most everyone had already left for the weekend, but I needed to file additional paperwork for human resources issues. I've only been at the company for a few weeks, but so far I've enjoyed it. People always warned me about the dangers of a big city, but I've found everyone to be so friendly and outgoing.
After finishing up, I head out to the parking lot to drive home.
I watch from my car. I heard you tell your boss you were staying late, and I knew this was my chance. My only chance.
"Arielle," I whisper, as I rub my pants and picture your face. I want to take my dick out and stroke it, but I need to be ready.
Ready. I think I'm ready. I've got the duct tape. And a sock and a pillowcase. I can see the light in the room where you work. When it goes out, so do I. I'm out the car door with supplies in hand. I wait in the bushes by the back entrance. Your car isn't far. I won't have much time. I can't lose my cool.
I hear the sound of your heels echoing in the foyer. The door bursts open. I rush forward. One hand over your mouth, the other pinning your arms.
You squirm, but you're so soft, so weak compared to me. God, how soft! Your huge tits bounce in the streetlight, and I almost lose focus. Almost. I force you to the ground. Holding you in place with my knee while I shove the sock in your mouth and tape over it. Then I tape your wrists behind your back. I tape your ankles together.
Finally, I can get up. I'm sweating. This is hard work. Oh, almost forgot. I put the pillowcase over your head. You'll see me later, but I don't want you to see where you're going.
I look up to check and make sure we're out of sight of the security cameras. Yes. Now, the hardest part. I pick you up and throw you over my shoulder. I parked close, but it's still a lot for me being so out of shape. I throw you in the backseat and shut the door.
As I slide in behind the wheel, I take a minute to breathe, and then the hugest grin grows over my face.
I did it! I finally did it! I finally got a girlfriend!
In the back, my pulse is racing. The entire event seemed to be over and done with in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, I was being restrained and bound, and the entire time I kept hearing my mother's words, telling me to be careful.
I have no idea what this lunatic who's taken me is going to do, but I've seen enough movies and read enough stories to have an idea, and it makes me want to sob.
I try to squirm but it's useless. I finally begin to take in my surroundings, but they paint an even worse picture. The sock in my mouth is obviously dirty, and the foul taste and smell fills my senses. Beyond that, I can tell that there's a distinct odor to the vehicle as well, as if it's an old car that's seen a lot of use.
With nothing else to do, I wait and let my mind race as I struggle to think of a way to escape.
After what feels like an eternity, I feel the car come to a stop and hear you get out. I immediately begin to struggle again, but as you pull me out, I'm reminded once again of how feeble I really am.
Huffing, I carry you to the garage out back. Nobody ever goes there. I've spent the past week -- ever since you said "hi" to me in the break room -- lining the walls with insulation to dampen sound. I hope that when I'm done with you that you'll love it here, but I know it will take a while. So until then, I'll have to keep the neighbors from hearing you.
I throw you down on the bed. I was going to put sheets on it, but I never did. It's just a dirty old mattress.
I sit you up and pull the pillowcase off your head. The fear in your eyes makes me sad and aroused at the same time.
"It's okay," I say as I sit down next to you. "It's me, Larry. From the break room? Remember? Here, let me help you get comfortable."
I take out a pair of scissors and start cutting away your top. I can't get it off of you with your hands bound, and now that you're sitting here, I see how having your arms pulled back makes your tits look even bigger, so there's no way I'm cutting your wrists free just yet.
Snip after snip, I cut your shirt away. My hands brush over your tits too many times for it to be accidental. And then you're there in just your skirt and bra. I push you back so that I can pull your skirt off.
I stand back and look at you bound in your bra and panties.
"So pretty," I whisper.
My eyes meet yours. For a second, my heart races, and I'm too shy. But then I realized that your mouth is taped, so you can't say anything to reject me. Not now.
"Arielle," I say, leaning in. "You're so pretty. I hope you know that. I *need* you to know that. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I touch your bra tentatively. Then again, more boldly. My hand cups your breast, and I pant, feeling my cock harden. I take it out and stand over you stroking my tiny little nub of a dick as my eyes devour your body.
"So pretty," I whisper over and over. "Oh, Arielle. My Arielle! Oh god, ARIELLE!" I cry as my cum shoots out and splatters on your chest.
I step closer to you, aiming it at your face. I've seen the pictures on the internet. I know where a man is supposed to cum.
"I love you, Arielle," I declare as I cover your face in my load.
The disorienting trip in the car had been bad enough, but as I was laid out on the bed, my worst fears seemed to be confirmed.
But nothing could have prepared me for who I saw when the pillowcase was removed.
I almost didn't recognize you, but then the realization of what was happening hit me like a ton of bricks, and it seemed as if the worst possible scenario was happening.
It's you...the awkward man from the break room, who I thought was cute at how shy he was. I've always been open-minded regarding my friends, and had thought we would probably end up being break-room buddies, but now....now I realize just how much of a creep you are, and even worse, i'm your prisoner.
As you cut away my clothes, I try to beg through the gag, but it's useless, and the hungry, lustful look in your eyes tells me I'm in so much trouble.
I practically shake as you molest me, feeling so repulsed, so disgusted.
Then it happens, you pull it out, and I can't help but stare. It's so....small, especially on your overweight frame, but the obsession in your voice as you begin to stroke to me is both disturbing and in a strange, out-of-body sort of way, gratifying.
I've always known that I'm attractive, and had no trouble having boyfriends, but the sound of reverence in your voice is almost flattering.
But then it happens, and I feel your gross sperm begin to spray over my body, then, unable to avoid it, I feel it begin to paint my face. The warm goo cools quickly, and I feel it run down my cheeks and pull in my eyes. I can do nothing but groan as I feel you unload the contents of your balls onto my fair, beautiful skin, and I know beyond a doubt that I'm fucked.
Unable to move, I flinch with each spray, squinting my eyes as some cum gets in them as you use me as a canvas for your painting.
Even worse, I feel so exposed as I'm down to just my bra and panties, and feel as if I'm going to lose every shred of dignity and privacy when I lose them too.
"Oh, Arielle," I moan as I step back and look at you. "That was the best one ever."
I sit down next to you.
"I've been... I've been masturbating to you every day since I first met you. Several times a day. And you're my favorite thing to jack off to. I swear. I don't even think of any other girls anymore. Only you. And I just want you to know that that was the best orgasm you ever gave me. Thank you."
I lay my hand on your thigh. I flinch at first, still not used to the smooth warmth of a woman's skin. But I put my hand back and caress you.
"I bet it gets constricting wearing a bra all the time, huh?" I ask, looking up from your leg to your chest. "Let me get that off of you. Your tits are so big, you know? That's one of the reasons I like you so much. You have a pretty face and amazing tits and just a really great body all around."
I take the scissors and snip the straps of your bra. Then I unfasten the back and let it fall way from your chest.
"Oh god, they're so perfect. Arielle," I say, looking you in the eye with absolute sincerity. "They're better than perfect. They're...angelic."
I look down at your panties, and I know I have to get them off of you too. My hands are trembling as I snip the sides and pull the gusset out from between your thighs.
With your knees together, all I can see is the top of your shaved slit.
"You keep it clean," I say, nodding. "I appreciate that. It's so much better that way. You can see everything so much better."
I push your knees apart and look at your puffy lips.
"You know I have to fuck you. That's why I got you. Because I need a girlfriend and nobody ever really talks to me. And girlfriends have to give it up to their boyfriends whenever he needs it. Okay?"
I look up to see the panic in your eyes.
"Don't worry," I say, dejectedly. "I'm not big. I doubt I'll hurt you. But, I just want you to know that if you cry, I won't be mad. I've been practicing. I've been jacking off to movies where the women cry... NOT because I think they're prettier than you. They're not. But because I needed to be ready for when you cry."
Tentatively, I reach up to your mouth. My cum has slid down onto the tape, and I wipe it away before ripping it off your mouth with one motion.
I take the sock out and kiss you before you can react.
The uncomfortable position, laying on my back on my hands is bad enough, but as I feel my clothes fully removed, I nearly sob in humiliation.
As I listen to you explain yourself, I can't help but think how sad and pathetic you sound. The nice, friendly girl wants to help you, but I don't want to help you that way, and I'm terrified as I know I'm about to be raped.
When you rip the tape off of my mouth, I almost start to beg, but before I can even try, it's too late, and I feel your gross mouth pressed onto mine.
I can still taste the food of what you must've eaten earlier, and I can smell the sweaty odor from your exertion in kidnapping me.
I'm thoroughly repulsed, but even more so when your tongue slides into my mouth. I don't, however, bite or try to hurt you. Not only is it simply not in my nature, but I know that that would just mean likely pain.
When you finally break the kiss, I gasp for air and immediately beg; thankful to have my voice.
I'm nearly hysterical and on the verge of tears as I look up at you.
"Please, Larry, don't do this. I know you want a girlfriend, but don't do this to me! Please, i thought we were friends!"
"Oh, Arielle. We *are* friends. You're my best friend. That's what a girlfriend is. She's a guy's best friend, and she lets him fuck her any time he wants to."
I wipe some of the cum from your cheek with my thumb and push it into your mouth.
"Taste me, Arielle. Eat my jizz. As my girlfriend, you're also my cumslut now. You have to eat my cum whenever I want you to."
I scrape every drop of my semen from your face with my fingers and push it into your mouth.
"You look pretty with my cum on your face. Just like a real cumslut. But I want you to eat it to get used to me. The only thing I'm going to feed you tonight is my jizz, so you better eat up."
I cringe as you put the cum in my mouth, but through a lack of fear and not knowing what else to do with it, I reluctantly swallow.
It's not the fist cum that I've eaten, but I've never enjoyed it, and as i swallow yours, I can't help but notice how much more pungent the taste is, as if it has more of a tangy, tart sour taste.
You see my face squint with the bitterness of it, and I shake my head.
"I can't be your girlfriend, larry. I don't like you like that, you have to let me go! People are going to look for me, and i promise, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone!"
My eyes well up with tears as I wonder how long you'll hold me, and the desperation and frustration causes me to sob. "Pleaseee. I don't want to do this! I want to go home, Larry! Let me go!!!"
"I can't let you go, Arielle. Besides, it's not fair that I came and you haven't yet. I've been reading about pussies, and watching lots of videos about how to make a girl cum."
I push you onto your side and cut the tape away from your hands just long enough to tie you to the bed frame. Then I cut the tape from your ankles and push your thighs up against your belly, bending you like a folding chair. I tie your ankles to the frame as well, holding you in this position, exposing your pussy perfectly for anything I want to do to it.
"Just relax," I say. "I promise not to stop until you cum."
Even the idea of your mouth on my cunt sends shivers of revulsion through me, and as you cut me loose i momentarily try to struggle, but it's useless and I'm soon in the most exposed position I've ever been in.
I feel so dirty, even though I have no choice, with my cunt and ass in the air.
"Please! I don't want to cum! I want to go home! I don't want this Larry! Stop!"
As I feel you press your mouth to my cunt, I flinch and groan.
"Nooooo! Don't do this!!"
It's futile though, and my neat, clam-like cunt is on full display for you.
I've always been modest about myself, and have never really wanted to be eaten out in my life, but as I feel your mouth press to me and begin to lick me out, I grunt as the sensation. It's so disgusting, being eaten out by you, but to my utter horror it feels good, which makes me hate myself even more.
"Noooo! Please don't! STOP!" I scream
"Arielle," I moan as I lick you for the first time. "Oh, you taste wonderful. You taste like... sweetness and tanginess and honey and wine. This must be what angels taste like."
My tongue pushes between your folds again and again, spreading your labia apart. I like up and up, slowly getting closer to the prize little bud. The mysterious thing I've read so much about. All the diagrams, all the porn, all the videos of girls being eaten out have led to this moment.
I widen my tongue, sliding it over your clit, and when I hear your breath change, I smile. *It's working* I think to myself. I go at it again, dipping between your lips to find nectar and then dragging it up to slide over your button.
"Yes, Arielle," I moan. "Get wet for me. I want to make you feel as good as you always make me feel. This is for you for all the times you made me cum."
I make love to your pussy. every squirm, every change in your breath drives me on. Knowing that I have power over your body thrills me.
"Nooo" I say almost breathlessly. I hate what you're doing. I hate how my body is reacting. I hate that a man is putting his mouth on my pussy!
Despite the hate, though, my body is reacting, and I feel my pussy moisten, both from your saliva and my bodily reactions.
"Umphhhh, no. Don't do this Larry, we shouldn't...we shouldn't....oh fuck stop! Stop! Oh fuck please STOP!"
I find my mind wandering, how in the fuck does this spas know how to eat pussy!
"If you're a good girl, I'll make you cum every day," I tell you. "I want you to love me, Areille, as much as I love you, you sweet..." *lick* "...beautiful..." *lick* "...amazing..." *lick* "...gorgeous..." *lick* "...girlfriend."
I push my finger into your cunt as I continue to lick your clitoris.
"I made sure to watch videos of girls eating other girls' pussies. I figured they had to know best how to make a girl cum. Please cum for me, Areille. I love you so much!"
I plant my mouth on your twat and assault your clitoris with my tongue as I slide a second finger into your opening and start fucking you with my digits.
As much as I hate myself for it, I can't stop my body, and at the very least, I reason, cumming will make it stop.
I finally let a moan slip out of my mouth and I gasp as I feel you penetrate me. I can't withstand the all out assault your mouth is making on my cunt, and my body writhes.
"OH FUCK! OHFUCK LARRY! I CANT! I SHOULDNT! I....Oh FUCK! I...I....I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!" I scream as my body writhes in the bonds. The awkward position almost compounds the orgasm, and I feel myself thrusting my hips inadvertently up at you.
As you finger me, you can feel my cunt spasming around your fingers, and i can't stop myself from screaming in an orgasmic bliss that I've rarely, if ever, felt.
The fact that you made me cum just fills me with more self-loathing as I feel like I've been betrayed by my own body.
"Ohhhh fuck!" I say in both despair and orgasmic bliss. "Oh fuck."
"Arielle! Yes, Baby! Do it! Cum for me!"
I rip my fingers from your pussy in excitement and get up onto my knees. My little dick is hard, and I rub it up and down your quivering slit.
"That was perfect, Arielle. You're doing a great job," I say, like I'm encouraging a little kid.
I start to push my head into your sopping wet cunt.
"I have to cum in you now, Arielle. My dick needs you so bad."
I shove my full three inches into you in one go, and the sensation of your tight hole spasming around my narrow girth makes my eyes cross.
"You feel so pretty inside," I moan as I start to fuck you.
Before I know it, I feel you slip into me.
Despite my fears of being raped, as I take your full cock, the physical discomfort is non-existent, and I feel you begin to pump into my soaking wet cunt.
The emotional damage, however, is worse, and I groan as I realize that I'm being raped.
"Noooo, please don't do this! I don't want this, Larry...I don't want to be fucked! Don't cum in me! Please it's not too late, Larry! You don't have to do this!" I beg.
As you fuck me, though, you couldn't have picked a better coworker. It's obvious that I've had little in the way of sex, and my tight cunt even grips your small cock tightly.
I smile as I hammer into your pussy, feeling the tight grip of your young pussy.
"I just want you to love me, Arielle," I say. "I need you to love me as much as I love you."
I lean over and kiss you as I hammer into your pussy.
"I'm going to cum in you a lot, Arielle. You're my girlfriend and my cumslut now. You belong to me. But just this once, I'll do you a favor if you do me one. If you say that you love me, I'll pull out and cum on your face instead."
I continue to hammer your pussy, looking you in the eyes as I await your answer.
"All you have to do is say those three words."
Neither of the options sound "good" to me as I lay there, getting raped by the creepiest man I've ever met.
On the one hand, I definitely do not want your seed inside me. But on the other, I don't want to say those words, just to take another load on my face.
You can see the battle going on in my mind, but finally I look up at you and grudgingly nod.
"O-ok," I say as I grunt, feeling you thrusting hard against my cunt.
"I'll say it....just please dont' cum in me."
You can see me working myself up to it, but I finally know I have to get it over with, and I look up at you.
"Larry, I..." I feel your cock slide into me, over and over again, "I...love you."
"Oh god!" I cry.
Hearing the words sends me over the edge, and before I know it my cock is cumming, spurting. I rip it from your cunt, my second blast covering your pussy lips, and aim it at your face. Several more forceful ropes of my semen splatter onto your face.
"Oh fuck, Arielle! Yes! I knew you loved me!"
I watch in glee as your face takes a second load from my dick. Once I'm spent, I look down at your pussy. Cum is dripping from the hole.
"I tried to keep my promise, Arielle, but you looked so sexy when you told me that you loved me. I think some of it got inside your pussy. But don't worry. Like I said, you're going to be getting filled up down there a lot. So you better get used to it, sweetie."
I groan. I could literally feel the first spurt of cum spray into my cunt, and the feeling of revulsion reverberated throughout my body.
To make matters worse, i felt a second load of cum spray over my face, and I knew that there was nothing I could do anyway.
A sense of helplessness gripped me and I start to wonder if I'll ever get out of this place!
I untied one of your hands, explaining, "This time I want you to clean the cum off your face and pussy and eat it for me, okay? I love doing things for my girlfriend, but you should be able to feed yourself."
I lean back to watch.
I'm reluctant at first. This is beyond just humiliating, it's degrading as well.
But the past hour has given me perspective, and I begin to realize that one way or another, it's going to happen.
To make matters worse, I haven't eaten since lunch, and from what you've said I'm not going to get any more food tonight.
I sigh, struggling to think of any other way, but there is none.
With a resigned look on my face, I slowly reach down to between my legs and wipe up the cum with two fingers. I've already tasted your load, so it isn't as shocking this time, and I steadily lick it off of my fingers.
It creeps me out as you watch me clean myself, but it has to get done, and I steadily wipe the cum off of my face and eat it in front of you.
"I've gotten it all," i say with a resigned tone when I'm finally done, and despite the disgusting nature of it, the taste of eating anything is slightly comforting as my stomach rumbles.
"You are such a good girl, Areille," I say, leaning over and kissing your mouth. "I'm glad you love me. I love you, too."
I untied your legs and let your body unfold, but I retie your lose hand to the rail again. Then I tie your ankles to each other.
"It's time for bed, don't you think?" I say, getting up and returning with a blanket.
"You just sleep soundly. I'm going to go get rid of your car and send an email from your work account saying that you've had a family emergency and that you won't be back."
I push your hair away from of your forehead and kiss you there before ripping another piece of tape off and covering your mouth.
"I'll be back to snuggle with you as soon as I'm done, sweetie. I love you, Arielle," I say as I close the door behind me. You hear the padlock and then the sound of the car driving away.
Hours later you wake up to the sound of my car returning followed by the padlock being opened. I come in and close the door behind me.
"Whew," I say stripping my clothes off. "Sorry that took so long. I had to walk back to my car from the ditch site, and it was a long, long way. But it's worth it. No one with think to look for you for a long time. And by the time they find your car, you'll be madly in love with me."
I crawl into bed next to you and press my cold body against you under the cover. I wrap my arms around your waist and hold you tightly to me.
"I know you didn't mean it before. But you will. You'll see. I'm a good person, Arielle. And I really do love you. With all my heart. I know girls don't notice guys like me. That's why I had to do this, but I promise that you'll see how sweet and kind I am. I'll take care of you."
I nuzzle my face into your neck.
"Goodnight, Sweetheart," I whisper.
As I lay there that night, i can't help but think that there is no way I'll ever "love" you. But the more I think about my situation, the more I begin to realize how hopeless it is.
Not only did you dispose of my car, but you convinced my work that I've had to leave. I kick myself (figuratively) for the dozenth time that night as I realize that my family won't be missing me either as I haven't stayed in touch with them nearly as much as I should have, and they'll be thinking I'm just settling into my new job.
As I look over, watching you sleep, I feel no love for you whatsoever, but it is obvious that you have a deep infatuation, and possibly even love, for me.
I begin to realize that some things are inevitably going to happen whether I want them to or not, and at the time I can't see any way to escape.
Part of that realization fills me with a hopeless sense of dread, while the other tells me that I'm going to have to find a way to survive.
In the awkward position, I feel even more helpless, and I'm thankful that I'm at least covered, even if you are pressed against me nude.
You wake to feel my fingers in your pussy and my erection pressing against your hip.
"I'm hard, Arielle," I whisper in your ear when I notice that you're awake. "I need to fuck you. If you're a good girl and do everything I say, I'll get you a nice breakfast, okay?"
I pull the blanket off and untie your ankles from each other to push them up and tie them by your wrists again. I look into your eyes for a second before dropping down to lick your cunt.
"I want you to cum for me at least every morning and every night," I say as I start to bathe your twat. "I need you to associate the sight of my face with the primal urge to have an orgasm."
As I lick your cunt, I spread your pussy lips wide and shove my tongue into your hole. I continue my ministrations until I feel your hips start to buck. But before I let you cum, I climb up onto your body and position my cock at your entrance.
"Let's cum together this time, Baby," I say as I shove myself into you.
In the relationship, it's like a battle, but in every instance all I can do is surrender. The only difference is how long I hold out.
As you ate my pussy that morning, you could tell that I was slightly less reluctant, and the reason was obvious. The sooner I came, the sooner it would be over.
But even as you prepare to mount me, completely changing the rules, you see that your offer of a good breakfast has softened my resistance, and I don't beg you to stop as you thrust into me.
I grunt as you thrust into my sensitive cunt, and all I can think about is how hungry I am.
"Unf, ughhh, umph...do you have to cum in me?" I ask, still repulsed by the idea of you unloading your full sack into me.
The shift in my behavior is subtle, but it's obvious that at least some of my edginess is starting to wear away, even if that realization kills me.
"I have to," I say, looking into your eyes. "But here's the deal. If you give into your orgasm and let go, I won't just get you a bowl full of cereal. I'll buy you breakfast at McDonald's or Waffle House. And if you say you love me when you cum, I might even go all the way to IHOP."
I look down at you as I thrust into your pussy.
"Or I can just pull out right now, make you suck me off until I cum and then suck me dry, and that will be all you get to eat this morning. It's your choice, sweetie. What do you say, Arielle?"
My inner-defiant self screams at me to suck you dry, but as my stomach rumbles again, I know that I need something more than just a mouthful of cum.
Deciding to compromise, I look up at you, preparing to negotiate sex for breakfast.
"I'll give you a good cum, but I want a two waffles from Waffle House," I say as you pound my cunt.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I surrender to the sexual stimulation I've been fighting as your cock slid in and out of my pussy. As I focus on it, I look up at you and suddenly moan out loud and deeply.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck!" I say with a gasp, "Oh fuck I'm getting close. Mmmmmm, oh yessssssss, oh GOD! OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!!!!"
I bite my lip, selling it fully as I look up at you, "MMMMMM, HERE I CUM! I'M I'MM I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!"
I smile. Feeling your tight cunt clenching me, massaging me is the greatest feeling in the world.
"Oh, god yes! Arielle! Cum for me, Arielle. I can feel it! Oh you're so wet and tight. I can't stand it. OH GOD OH FUCK! YES, ARIELLE YES! I'm cumming with you!"
I slam into your pelvis as my little cock sprays its load into you.
"SHIT, ARIELLE, YES!"
I look into your face and see the passion. We're feeling it together, our brains flooding with dopamine and oxytocin, binding us.
"Yes," I whimper as I collapse onto you, spent.
I'm not gone too long, and when I come back, I bring breakfast for both of us. Two waffles each plus bacon, and scrambled eggs. After cumming so many times with you in such a short period, I'm famished.
"Eat up, my darling. You earned it," I say.
As my own orgasm subsides, I know I should feel like a whore, but the promise of real food spares me too much emotional turmoil.
I hungrily devour the food as we eat together, and any pretense of being prim or proper is out the window.
As I look over at you, I still can't believe what you're doing.
I never would've imagined the shy, sweet-seeming mid-level manager would be a kidnapper and rapist.
Eating the food gives me at least some sense of normalcy though, which after the last 18 hours was a welcome treat.
After we finish eating, I get a collar and a chain.
"I bet you probably need to go to the bathroom, huh?" I say.
I put the collar on you and lock the chain onto it. The other end of the chain, I lock onto the bed frame. Then I get a bucket and set it in the floor. I untied you from the bedframe and gesture toward the bucket.
"Go ahead, Arielle. I say, and I sit down to watch.
I look at it in horror.
"Y-you can't be serious!"
Getting fucked was one thing, but to use the restroom....
It's obvious however, that you aren't budging, and in humiliation I squated over the bucket, thankful that I at least didn't have to go #2 yet.
As I peed into the bucket, I was humiliated beyond compare, but was at least surprised when you had a babywipe on hand. After wiping myself, I stood up, my face beat red in embarrassment.
"Arielle," I say pulling you to me as you stand up, "that was beautiful. Your pussy is so beautiful. Everything about you is so beautiful."
I put my hand behind your neck and pull your mouth to mine and kiss you.
"Now get on your knees," I say after our kiss, "and put your head over the bucket because I have to go. You don't have to swallow it, but I want to piss in that pretty mouth of yours, Arielle."
I didn't think I could be more horrified, but the sincerity in your eyes tells me you're serious.
"No!" I gasp. "Please, that's....that's disgusting! I can't!"
But one again, you give me the patient stare that tells me I have no choice in the matter.
You can see the revulsion in my eyes and the pain it causes me, but I drop down to my knees in a near-fog like state of disbelief and lower my head to the bucket, turning my face to where you can pee into my mouth and the rest will spill into it.
"Good girl, Arielle," I say as you open your mouth.
It takes me a second or two to relax and get my stream started, but when I do, the sight of your mouth filling with my golden stream makes my heart swell with even more love toward you.
"Yes, Arielle. You're mine. Your pussy, your tits, your mouth. Every part of you. I own you now. I'm your master, and you're my dog, my little bitch. I'll always love you, but the way that I'll know that you love me is in how you give yourself to me. The more you give, the kinder I will be."
When my stream finishes, I smack your face a few times with my wet, limp dick, and then I push it into your open mouth. I run my fingers through your hair as I look down at you.
"Suck me clean, and when I pull my dick out of you, I want you to tell me that you're mine, that I own you."
Humiliated and degraded, I realize that things actually could get worse than I'd originally thought, and they have.
As i suck your cock, cleaning it of the foul urine, I nearly sob, but I keep myself in check.
A sense of determination comes over me. A defiance not to give into my emotions, regardless of how much I want to. If I'm stuck in this, I at least intend to keep my dignity.
As I lean up, I look up at you. The sight is incredible, as my young, lithe, fit body and beauty is submitted before your old, overweight physique.
"I'm yours....You....you own me," I say, both in defeat and realization.
As I kneel there, I can't help but be impressed by you in a morbid way. I assumed you to be a shy, weak man. But in the span of a day, you've kidnapped me and forced me to be your slave, pet, and toilet.
"Oh, Arielle,"I moan, and you watch my little cock start to inflate in front of your face.
I scoot the bucket aside with my foot and shove my dick into your mouth.
"I'm so glad you realize it, Arielle. The first time I saw you and saw what big tits you have, I knew you were a slut at heart. You'll see. If you make me happy, then I won't have to beat you. Keep me happy, cum for me, make me cum in you, and we'll have a wonderful time."
I hold your head and start thrusting into your mouth.
"You were made for this, Arielle. All women were. You're so fragile and delicate like a flower. So easy to break. So easy to bend. You may think of me as your rapist, and that's okay. Rape is natural. That's why men are bigger and stronger than women -- so we can take what we need."
I pull my dick out of your mouth and rub your saliva all over your face.
"Tell me that you're my cumdump, Arielle. Beg me to cum in your mouth. Say that you're worthless without my cum inside your body."
Knowing I have no choice, I reluctantly repeat your words back to you, feeling as if I'm betraying myself, but knowing you could hurt me if I don't.
"I....I'm your cumdump....I need your cum inside of me. Without it, I....I...I'm worthless."
As the world goes on outside, and my employers wonder why they gave me the job, and my parents chat about how great I'm probably doing, I'm on my knees in the shed in your backyard, being steadily turned into a sex slave.
I kneel there as your small cock resumes fucking my mouth, and I know at that moment that all hope is lost.
As the realization comes over me, you feel something....my mouth sucks you.
"Oh shit," I groan as I feel the suction. "Oh god, don't stop, Arielle."
My fingers dig into your hair as I fuck your mouth. You hear my desperate moans, as I chant your name in lust.
"Oh Arielle! My sweet Arielle! Yes, suck me, Arielle. My pretty, little cumdumpster, Arielle!"
My belly presses against your forehead as I fuck your mouth. My body dominates you, overwhelming you in my shadow as I press you down and assault your lips, driven crazy by the sensation of you sucking me.
"I'm cumming for you, Arielle. Oh what a good, little bitch. Suck your master, bitch. Make me cum in your pretty mouth hole!"
I shove your head against my body. My dick isn't long enough to choke you, but with my belly pressing into your face, you can't breath, and I don't seem to care. You know that making me cum is the only way you're going to draw air again.
I suck you, feeling your sweaty belly suffocate me as you ejaculate into my mouth.
I swallow your load, swallowing it outright for the first time; forcing myself to do what I know i should.
I'm your slave and there's no escaping that fact. I swallow glob after glob of your cum until you're expired, and then you finally let me go.
As you finish up, I look up at you, and you can see a change in me. It's subtle, but it's obvious that I clearly don't 'love you', but I am embracing my role.
I drop to my knees in front of you, and I pull you to my mouth and kiss you.
"That was perfect, Arielle," I say. "You're definitely moving from girlfriend material to cumdump material quickly. I mean, I need you to be both, of course. I need you to prove your love for me by letting me abuse you in any way I see fit."
I stand up and make you get back on the bed. I tie each of your limbs to a different corner.
"I have to go for a while, but when I come back, we'll play some more. I love you so much. You're really growing as a person, and that means a lot to me."
I cover your mouth with tape again before I leave.
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