C aveat lector.

This is a story of brutal rape, without one shred of socially redeemable value.

 

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On The Job

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

I had on my work clothes complete with a nametag, a well-used tool belt and the ever-present clipboard.  I was already hard with anticipation when I rang her doorbell.  I waited impatiently for her to answer.  What the hell is the bitch doing I said softly as I rang he bell several times in rapid succession.  Finally I heard the knob turn and the door opened slightly.

 

"Hello mam," I said with a smile, "the Super said you were having problems with your cable.

 

"You must have the wrong apartment," she replied with a sleepy yawn.  So that's what took the lazy bitch so long, I thought as I made a show of looking at the paper on the clipboard.

 

"No," I said, using my hand to hold the door open, "it says right here on this list." 

 

"Can you come back this evening when my husband will be home?"

 

"What time will he get home?"

 

"He usually gets home around six in the evening."  That was the best news I'd heard.  It was ten o'clock in the morning; I'd have eight fucking hours to do whatever I wanted with this little Asian bitch.   I looked up and down the walkway to make sure no one was watching, then pushed my way through the door.

 

"No," she started to scream.  I silenced her with the back of my hand then, after closing the door, I pulled my buck knife from the tool pouch and pulled the cunt to her feet with a handful of hair.  I turned and pushed her back up against the inside of the front door then, standing close to her I held the tip of the knife to her throat.

 

"Don't make a sound," I whispered in her ear, "now unbutton your blouse."  I pushed the sharp point of the knife into the smooth skin of her neck to let her know I meant business. 

 

"Please," she begged in a soft whisper, "don't."

 

"Shut up, bitch," I hissed in her face as I pushed the knife point a little harder into her neck, "I said, unbutton your blouse, cunt."  My cock twitched with the thrill of watching the play of emotions across her face as her trembling fingers released the buttons one at a time.  Terror, anger and humiliation battled for dominance.  After the last button was undone the small trembling woman let her arms drop to her sides.  Still holding the knife to her throat I pulled the sides of her blouse off her shoulders, exposing her bra-covered breasts.  I moved the knife down from her throat and slipped the tip under her bra between her tits. 

 

"You ever been raped before?"  I asked softly as I slowly sliced through the material of her lacy bra. 

 

"No," she whispered after a hard swallow, tears rolling down her cheeks as her bra separated revealing a pair of small, firm, young breasts. 

 

"Well," I said as I ran the knifepoint up the side of her breast and pushed gently on her nipple, "I'm not going to be gentle just because it's your first time."  A single drop of blood welled up around the knifepoint as it dug into her nipple.  Slipping the buck knife back into my tool belt I pinned the cunt to the door with my left hand around her neck while I grasped her breast with my right hand and 'milked' more blood from the wound.  Leaning over I licked up the blood then sucked on her nipple with vicious force.  My cock was hard and aching, I needed relief.

 

"Take off your shorts."  I ordered dropping her nipple and putting a little more force around her neck.  The terrified young woman quickly unfastened and unzipped her cut off Levi's then, as best she could not being able to bend over, worked them off her hips and down her thighs.  Placing the toe of my boot on the crotch of her shorts, between her thighs, I pushed them down her legs to her ankles. 

 

Still holding her by the neck I stepped back from her just far enough to remove the tool belt then, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants and, after letting them fall to the floor, stroked my hard cock.  I hooked my right hand under her left knee and lifted her off the ground and spread her open at the same time.  The look on her face was exquisite, she knew exactly what I was going to do and was totally helpless to stop me.  Stepping forward I positioned my hard cock at her vaginal opening and began to push myself into her.  She was dry at first, and fresh tears streamed down her face.  Her body jerked, and she grunted loudly with every thrust of my dick deeper into her body.

 

They almost always get wet.  More out of self-defense than pleasure I'm sure.  The secret is to just keep pounding into them no matter how dry they are, no matter how much it may hurt them.  If they don't get wet my cum will take care of it; they'll be nice and slimy the second time I fuck them.  By the time I was fully inside her, the bitch was wet and slippery making for a great fuck.  I lifted her other leg and held her against the inside of the door, pinned on my hard cock like a butterfly in a little boy's collection.  Then I pounded into her as hard as I could, slamming my hard meat into her wet cunt over and over again.  By the time I dumped my first load inside her tight pussy the cunt was hanging against the door as limp as a rag doll with her knees over my arms and my softening cock still buried deep in her slit. 

 

This is always a special moment for me.  How can I make you understand the thrill of possessing a woman against her will?  The electrifying surge of excitement that comes when I brand a bitch with my cum for the first time.  I felt like a god with he power of life and death over this mortal cunt, she was mine to do with as I pleased, at least for the next eight hours.

 

That's one reason I like to target Asian women, nice petite ones that I can overpower easily and throw around if I need to.  I had no problem at all holding this little bitch against the door while I rested and waited for my cock to re-harden inside her.  When she started struggling, trying to push me off, her cunt massaged my dick in a most delightful way.  I began to move my hips in little circles, just sort of playing with the inside of her pussy with my completely re-hardened cock.  

 

With her legs still hanging over my elbows, I pushed my hands behind her back then stepped back from he door and carried her, still impaled on my cock, in search of her bedroom.  It was time to defile her marriage bed.  As soon as I pulled her away from the door the little bitch tried to push her self off my dick by flexing her leg muscles.  I'd let her get about three quarters of the way off then I would slam her back down on my hard cock.  The stupid cunt didn't seem to realize that her efforts were just giving me a better fuck.  I carried her through the living room then started down the hallway that obviously led to the bedrooms.  The first door I came too led into a bedroom, which obviously belonged to a young female. 

 

"When is your daughter getting home?"  I asked as I looked around the room with the struggling bitch still essentially fucking herself on my dick.  When she refused to answer I turned my body rapidly and slammed the side of her head against the doorframe.  Her body jerked then went limp.  Her eyes rolled up in her head.  She didn't quite pass out, but she came close.

 

"When is your little cunt daughter coming home?"  I asked again, positioning myself to slam the other side of her head against the doorframe.

 

"Two o'clock," she cried just as I was preparing to smash her again. 

 

"That gives me four hours," I said out loud.  I wasn't really talking to the bitch, it was more like I was talking to myself and she was just over-hearing me.  She must have been recovering from the knock on the head.  That plus the implication of my statement that I was going to spend the next four hours using her body in whatever way pleased me, started her trying to fight me again.  She pushed as hard as she could against my arms with her legs and struck out at my face with her fists.  This time I just let her go.  It was quit a sight.  She flew backwards several feet, then fell flat on her back on the floor of her daughter's room.  The landing knocked the breath out of her and left her dazed on the floor. 

 

I picked her up and threw her face down onto her daughter's twin bed which was up against the wall.  I pulled her legs off the bed so she was bent at the waist with her knees on the floor.  I pulled both her arms behind her back and, crossing her wrists over each other high up, almost between her shoulder blades, held them with my left hand while I pushed her legs apart and explored her just fucked cunt with my fingers.

 

"If I were you," I said as I pulled my hand from her crotch and lined my hard dick up with her pussy, "I wouldn't be trying to fight me of," I slammed my cock into her so hard her head bumped the wall on the other side of the bed, "I'd be doing my best to make sure that the man was all fucked out before my daughter got home."  After a couple more pounding strokes in and out of the bitches cunt I pulled my cock out and lined my cock head up with her asshole which was on such enticing display in front of me.  Once I was lined up I continued to hold her wrists painfully high on her back while I leaned forward and, grabbing the cunt by the hair, pushed her face into the comforter to muffle the screams I expected momentarily.

 

I wasn't disappointed.  Her muffled screams proved that she'd never been fucked like this before.  I pushed my cock into her virgin ass with one long slow thrust, not stopping until I was completely inside the hot, tight hole.  Once I was all the way inside her I held still so I could enjoy the warmth and tightness.  I could feel the beat of blood pumping through an artery pressed against the underside of my cock.  Her sphincter muscle grasped the base of my hard dick like a living cock ring.  I could feel every twitch of the muscle as it adjusted to being stretched.  I'm sure she felt like she was being ripped apart. 

 

I fucked her ass with long slow strokes, pulling out until her sphincter rested against the rim if my cockhead, then pushing back inside her until my pubic hair smashed against her butt cheeks.  Occasionally I'd pull all the way out, then push back into her.  I have no idea how long I fucked her ass, it must have been at least twenty or thirty minutes.  When the screams stopped I let up pushing her face into the comforter.  I held one of her wrists with each of my hands instead of both of them in my left hand.  With her arms pulled up behind her back far enough for her wrists to be between her shoulder blades, I leaned forward and, putting my weight onto her painfully bent arms, continued my methodical fucking of her fanny. 

 

After I came, buried deep inside her, I moved her arms out of the extremely painful position I'd been holding them in and laid forward on top of her to rest with my spent cock still inside her ass.  Laying on top of her I could feel the bitch fight for air and sob in pain and humiliation under me.  While I'd been pounding the cunt's butt hole I'd noticed a baton leaned up against the end of her daughter's bed.  The kind that pretty young bitches twirl while they're showing off their panties strutting down the street in front of a marching band, a hollow metal rod with a large rubber cap on one end and a small rubber cap on the other. 

 

I raised myself up and pulled my cock from the slut's no-longer-virgin ass.  I picked up the baton and, before her ass had time to close completely forced the larger end of the baton into her.  As I stood up I watched her sphincter muscle close around the steel tube, holding the baton firmly in her fanny.  That, I thought, as I began to look around the room, should make her easier to control. 

 

"Or at least," I said out loud to no one in particular, "a hoot to watch if she tries to run away."  The room looked like a typical preteen girls bedroom.  I opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of the daughter's white cotton panties to clean my dick.  Dropping the girl's panties on the floor I grabbed the free end of the baton that was sticking out of her mother's ass.

 

"Up you go," I said urging her to her feet with my make shift anal probe.  The slut looked rather silly walking in front of me slightly bent forward trying to ease he pressure of the baton's large end in her rectum.  Using the rod to steer her I turned the cunt towards the living room.  Having been properly humbled the bitch walked wherever I directed her with my 'joystick', and stood, meekly whenever I stopped to look at their stuff.  The tears rolling down her cheeks were the only indication that she was feeling anything at all.  I stopped at the fireplace and picked up a picture of the whore's daughter from the mantle.

 

"I don't normally go for kiddy cunt," I said giving the rod a shake to make sure she was listening, "but I might make an exception for this cute little slut of yours."  That got her attention.

 

"No," she screamed, starting to strike out at me with her closed fists.  A good hard shove on the baton stopped her attack and brought the bitch to her knees.  "Please," she continued, grabbing my leg and looking up at me as she begged, "do whatever you want to me, but don't hurt my little girl." 

 

"You behave yourself," I sneered looking down into her terrified face, "and be my little fuck whore for the next four hours, and I'll leave your daughter alone."  She looked up at me silently for a moment then nodded her head in agreement.

 

"Stand up," I ordered.  The cunt climbed to her feet and stood passively in front of me with the baton still hanging from her tight little Asian butt.  Only the tears streaming down her cheeks, and the trembling of her body revealed her fear, humiliation and anger as I pinched and twisted the nipples, which capped her small, firm breasts.  I watched her face closely as I slipped my right hand between her legs to finger her cunt. Her body jerked slightly when my fingers found her clitoris.  I pulled on it gently, then rolled it between my thumb and finger.  I pulled my hand away from her pussy and wiped my fingers on her trembling belly, then picked up my 'slut guide' rod and headed the bitch toward the kitchen.

 

"Fix me some coffee," I ordered sitting down at their table.  I smiled as I watched her move around the room with the steel rod hanging from her fanny.  She was apparently getting used to it and moved much more easily.

 

"Come here," I ordered, once the coffee pot was gurgling.  I scooted my chair away from the table then forced her to sit on the edge of the table with the baton hanging straight down towards the floor.  I pushed her back so she was laying on the table with her fanny half off the edge. 

 

"Lift your legs up and spread them wide,"  once she was holding her spread legs with a hand behind each knee I scooted the chair back up to the table.  I grasped the metal shaft hanging from her ass and spent the next several minutes seeing what combination of moans, groans and yelps I could coax from her by manipulating the ball that was being held inside her body by her anal sphincter.

 

"You stay just as you are."  I told the cunt when I tired of that entertainment and noticed that the coffee maker had stopped gurgling.  It only took me a couple of minutes to find a mug and fill it with coffee.  I sat back down and let my right hand rest on the cunt's crotch while I sipped the steaming coffee.  With out giving it any thought I began to alternately push my thumb into her pussy and flick it back and forth over her clitoris.  I didn't even realize what I was doing until I heard the bitch moan.  I could tell from the sound that she had been trying to suppress it, and the moan only came out when she could no longer keep it contained.  I sat up straight and watched her face with renewed interest as I worked her hard, engorged clitoris with redoubled dedication.  I could see the effort she was putting into not moaning or responding to to the relentless stimulation I was applying to her now swollen and obviously sensitive clitoris. 

 

The outside of my coffee mug was warm to the touch, almost but not quit painfully so.  I used my thumb and finger to open the cunt's pussy.  I pushed the mug of coffee up against her inner lips and exposed clitoris.  The bitch jumped, almost spilling the hot coffee into her open cunt, then moaned loudly as the heat stimulated her in ways she'd never experienced before.  I moved the hot mug in slow circles on her tender flesh.  The cunt's hips began to move, seemingly against her will, as she moved her pussy and clitoris against the hot glass, which was now slick with her cunt juices.  My cock, after a nice rest, was rapidly re-hardening with the stimulation of watching this little whore hump herself on the hot coffee cup.

 

When she started cuming I pulled the mug away from the slut's pussy and pushed my cock into her.  I held myself buried deep inside her cunt while I drizzled hot coffee over her breasts and belly.  I don't think I can adequately describe how wonderful it felt, having her cunt milk and massage my hard dick as she writhed on the table trying to avoid the steaming hot liquid.  I watched her skin turning bright red as she moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure. 

 

I pulled my cock out of the bitch's cunt, then poured the last of the hot coffee directly on her clitoris and her wet pouting pussy lips.  By that time the liquid was still uncomfortably warm, but not hot enough to really burn her.  I discovered the slut had a real masochistic streak.  She started fucking herself on my cock as soon as I slammed it back into her coffee drenched cunt.  I reached down and, grabbing the metal shaft of the baton, which was still hanging from her ass, pushed it deeper into her rectum with a series of quick forceful thrusts.  Each inward thrust would cause the whore's body to jerk as she clamped down on my hard cock with her cunt muscles and moan in orgasmic ecstasy.

 

I was pretty well spent, at least for the time being, as far as pumping gallons of cum into and onto her body, but I knew from experience that I could keep my dick hard for hours and enjoy the process of fucking her over and over again, especially as long as I continued to torture and humiliate her.  I pulled my cock from her cunt and pulled her off the table and on to her knees, then cleaned the pussy-goo off my dick with her face.  I don't know if something had snapped inside her head when she discovered how hot it made her to be tortured and humiliated (it sometimes happened) but the crazy bitch held her face up with an almost ecstatic look.  With her mouth open and her tongue stuck out for my cock to rub on as I used her face as a jiz-rag to clean my dick. I'm sure she would have made no objection if I'd chosen to fuck her mouth but I wasn't interested in putting my cock between her teeth unless I had absolute control of the bitch.  I figured I'd get to that sometime after her daughter got home. 

 

I pulled the bitch to her feet by her hair and gave her a shove towards the kitchen door.  She presented a humorous sight stumbling in front of me with the baton hanging out of her ass.  I continued to shove and pushed her down the hallway, past her daughter's bedroom and the bathroom to what was obviously the master bedroom.

 

"On your stomach," I ordered harshly pushing her toward the king-size bed that took up most of the room.  I watched the rubber-capped metal rod bounce gently as the cunt climbed onto the bed and laid down.  "Get your butt up in the air," I ordered, as I batted the end of the baton causing it to bounce more forcefully.  My fuck toy de jour groaned loudly as the other end moved inside her rectum.  She quickly brought her knees up lifting her ass obscenely.  "That's better, now stay that way."  I began to look around the neat, clean, tastefully decorated room, peaking into the closet and rummaging around their drawers.  I wasn't really looking for anything, but I knew it would make her feel more helpless and violated.  I found several digital camcorder tapes in one of the bedside table drawers.

 

"Where is your camcorder?" I asked, figuring tapes kept beside the bed like that probably contained something interesting.  Her red face, the tears in her eyes and her stuttering response told me I was probably correct in my assumption about what I would find on these tapes. 

 

"You know what will happen if you move while I'm getting the camera," I asked as I grasped the rod protruding from her ass and gave it a sharp jerk, "don't you?"  She nodded her head, indicating that she had a pretty good idea what would happen to her if she moved while I was retrieving the camcorder.  I left the room, then stopped in the hall way to spy on her for a few moments to make sure she wasn't going to cause trouble.  After enjoying the sight of the little Asian slut laying with her baton penetrated ass sticking up in the air invitingly, I turned and walked down the hall to the closet where the cunt had said I'd find the video camera. 

 

Ignoring the bitch on the bed I plugged the cables into the camcorder and the bedroom television then slipped the first tape into the camera.  I started the tape then sat on the edge of the bed.  I ran my hand over the slut's butt, thighs and crotch while I watched her on the screen where she was down on her knees sucking on her husbands cock while he sat on the edge of the bed.  After watching, and fingering the bitch's cunt for several minutes I decided it was time for another good fuck.  Standing up I grabbed the baton and yanked it from her ass eliciting a surprised yelp from her other end.

 

"Off the bed," I ordered prodding her with the baton I'd just pulled from her body.  After she scrambled off the bed I positioned her beside the bed facing the TV on the other side of the room.  I stood behind her and, reaching around from both sides, roughly massaged her little tits while continuing to watch her sucking dick on her knees on the screen. 

 

"Spread your legs," I ordered as I slipped my hands down across her trembling belly and into her crotch.  I pinched, twisted and roughly pulled on her clitoris while I pushed two, then three fingers into her cunt with the other.  My hard cock pushed against the smooth, warm skin of her lower back as I continued to abuse her clitoris and cunt while we watched her husband lay back on the bed and pull her up on top of him. 

 

"Lean over," I ordered as I pulled my hands from her crotch and held her hips while she bent at the waist and supported herself with both hands on the bed.  I actually had to pick her up, and hold her with her feet a couple of inched off the floor in order to line her cunt up with my hard cock.  I forced my dick into her tight cunt just as she was lowering herself onto her husband's cock on the television.  As I began to pump into her the slut actually spread her thighs, and reaching backwards with them wrapped her legs around my hips. 

 

I couldn't believe my eyes, I had barely started to fuck my cock in and out of the slut's cunt when her husband, on the television, came and, pushing her off, left her obviously frustrated and unsatisfied as he stood up and turned off the camera.  The screen went blank, then immediately lit back up with another scene.  This time the husband was on his back with his feet toward the camera.  The slut was crouched down between his legs once again sucking on his dick.  She was bent over so her cunt and ass were facing the camera and easily dominated the screen.  This scene, and all those that followed it, followed the same boring pattern.  After a few minutes of sucking on her husband's cock he'd begin to fuck her and then cum almost immediately leaving her unsatisfied.  No wonder she seemed to be enjoying my raping her, my fucking lasted long enough to make her cum. 

 

By this time she was flexing her legs, trying to pull my cock even deeper into her hot wet cunt with each thrust.  After several repetitive scenes had graced the screen, we were treated to something a little different.  Once the obligatory dick sucking was done the slut's husband began trying to talk her into letting him fuck her ass.

 

"Shit," I said to the man on the screen, after watching all of that scene I could stand, "hold the bitch down and fuck her ass already."  The slut moaned loudly and pushed herself back onto my thrusting cock.

 

"Like this," I continued as I pulled out of her cunt and slammed all the way into her ass with one hard thrust.

 

"Oh god," the slut moaned as I pumped in and out of her tight rear hole, "fuck me hard."  I was happy to oblige the cunt.  Taking full strokes, pulling my dick almost all the way out then slamming back into her ass, I fucked the little bitch like she'd never been fucked before.  I continued to pound her ass through several more of the little sex scenes between her and her husband on the television.  By the time I had my very intense, but almost dry, orgasm she had cum at least three times.  I left her collapsed, half on and half off the bed, while I walked, naked with a slowly softening cock, into the kitchen to get another cup of coffee.

 

After pouring a cup full of coffee, I looked around the room.  The beginnings of an idea were forming in my mind.  I found the ubiquitous 'junk' drawer then rummaged around in it until I found a large paper clip and a pair of needle nose pliers.  While I sipped my coffee I sat at the kitchen table and carefully bent the paper clip into an outline of a hard cock and balls, leaving just enough sticking up to hold with the pliers.  When I was satisfied with my art work I put the empty cup into the sink then laid the bent up paper clip on the electric burner and turned the knob to '7' that being the highest it would go.  I left the pliers beside the stove and pulled the kitchen table in front of the range.  My cock was already hard with anticipation as I headed back to the bedroom to get the bitch.  I made a quick stop in the daughter's room to snag the panties I'd earlier cleaned my cock with, then continued into the master bedroom where I found her setting on the floor leaning her head on the bed crying. 

 

"Stand up," I ordered giving her a rather firm nudge with my foot, "on your feet slut."  The bitch climbed slowly to her feet then wiped the tears from her eyes.  "Come on," I said putting my hand on the back of her neck and guiding her towards the bedroom door.  She knew something was up, and was trembling almost uncontrollably by the time we reached the kitchen. 

 

"Oh god, no."  she said in a horse whisper as soon as she saw my makeshift branding iron heating on the stove.  She twisted out of my grasp and tried to run from the room.  I caught a handful of her hair and held on as her momentum pulled her off balance.  She landed on the floor with a loud thud.  Before she could catch her breath I picked her up and laid her on her back on the table.  I quickly jerked the power cord off every appliance in the kitchen. 

 

The longest one went twice around her neck, then I tied the ends under the table.  as long as she stayed flat on the table she'd be fine.  If she tried to set up, or raise her head, she'd be strangled until she lay back down.  Working quickly I tied a slip not around each of her wrists an tied the other end of each cord to a table leg.  I finished with a slipknot around each of the bitch's knees that I also tied off to table legs.  By the time I was done she was secured with her legs held apart and her butt right on the edge of the table where I could get access to her cunt and her ass.  I picked up her daughter's panties and stuffed them in her mouth.

 

"Can't have your screams attracting the neighbors," I observed as I worked the material between her lips.  Once she was properly gagged I ran my hands up and down her thighs, over her body and squeezed her breasts repeatedly.   My cock was achingly hard with anticipation as I pushed it into her open waiting cunt.  I fucked in and out of her pussy a few times, then held myself buried completely inside her while I picked up the pliers and carefully retrieved the white hot bent paper clip from the burner.  The slut shook her head violently and pulled at her bonds.  I could hear her, through her daughter's panties, trying to beg me not to do it.  The electric cords began to dig into her wrists and knees as her struggles pulled the slipknots tighter and tighter.  I hadn't even touched her soft, smooth skin with the glowing wire yet and already her struggle to pull free from the bonds was causing her hot, wet cunt to massage my cock in a most interesting way.

 

I aimed my branding iron at her lower belly, just above her pubic hair.  The bitch sucked in her gut so hard, trying to keep he skin away from the wire that her head was pulled up from the table tightening the cord around her neck.  I watched her face turn red and listened to her muffled screams while her cunt clamped down hard on my dick and her hips jerked up and down repeatedly.  She was thrusting her hips with such force that the table jumped and the legs banged on the floor each time. It was a wonderful ride until she passed out.  As soon as she relaxed her head sank back onto the table allowing the coils around her neck to loosen and air to once again fill her lungs.  I put my branding iron back on the glowing burner and gently fucked the slut's now totally relaxed cunt while I waited for her to recover her consciousness.  Spasms of muscle contractions continued to massage my dick as the slut slowly became aware of her surroundings once more.  Another panty muffled scream announced her complete recovery.

 

As soon as I was sure she was back I pulled my hard cock from her cunt and forced it into her ass.  I wanted to sample the different feels I could get from each of her holes as I burned her.  I knew that I had only a limited number of burns I could inflict on her before she would become unresponsive.  I kept my hard dick planted deep in her ass as I picked up the pliers and retrieved my homemade branding iron from the glowing burner on the stove.   As I brought the hot, bent paper clip toward her, she shook her head violently back and forth.  From what I could make out, through her daughter's panties, I believe she was speaking some language other than English.  I didn’t need to hear, or understand her words to tell that she was begging me not to burn her again, but she was helpless to stop the wire as I lowered it onto her breast, just below her right nipple. 

 

Her scream was fainter through the makeshift gag, and she did not pass out this time.  I still got an exciting massage of my cock by her spasming ass.  I pulled the branding iron away from her breast and, after placing it back on the glowing burner, examined the burn marks while I pumped my hard cock deep into her rear.  I wanted to burn her at least twice more, for symmetry if nothing else, but I wanted to add a new element to it.  I pulled my cock from her ass, and left her bound, gagged and sobbing on the kitchen table while I walked back to the bedroom and brought the video camera and tripod back into the kitchen. 

 

I set up the tripod, then carefully aimed and focused the camera so that all of her body would be visible but, when I stood at the end of the table with my cock inside her, only my stomach and part of my chest would be seen.  I turned on the camera, turned the fold-out screen around so I could see it while I fucked the bitch then, after slipping my still hard cock back into her, pulled the panties from her mouth.  She didn't let me down; as soon as her mouth was empty she started begging me not to burn her again.  It really turned me on to see my cock pumping in and out of her on the monitor while she whimpered and pleaded with me not to hurt her any more.

 

I was torn between watching the real, live, bound slut gyrating on my dick and the image of her on the monitor.  I picked up the brightly glowing wire and teased her with it: bringing it close enough to her skin for her to feel the heat, then backing off without actually touching her.  I discovered the anticipation of the painful burn generated a lot more cock massaging gyrations from the bitch than the actual burns had.  The longer I teased her, the more she struggled against the bonds, and the more pitifully she begged me to do anything, anything at all to her other than to burn her with my hot iron.  Tiring of the game, I reheated the paperclip on the stove, then brought it down on her left breast just below her nipple. 

 

Her body bucked and gyrated against mine, giving me another great cock massage, but even though she was un-gagged, she did not scream.  As the glow faded from the bent wire I pulled it away from her scorched skin and placed it back on the stove burner.  I pulled the tripod closer and, removing the camera, aimed it at the panting bitch's tear streaked face.

 

"Tell that wimp your married to," I instructed as I adjusted the zoom lens so her face took up the whole screen, "how much you enjoy being fucked by a real man for a change."  My order seemed to have broken some dam holding back years of frustration.  The bitch started fucking herself maniacally on my cock while she talked passionately into the camera.

 

"I've finally been fucked by a real man," she said through clinched teeth, emphasizing each word with a thrust of her cunt onto my hard cock, "and I'll never be satisfied with a wimp like you again.  Look at me," she yelled at her husband through the camera lens, "he's taken me the way a man should.  He's branded me.  The only reason I'll be home when you get here is because he won't take me with him."  Her speech was interrupted by a body clinching orgasm as she rode my hard cock.  "Oh god, oooohh goooooood," she screamed as she arched her back and pulled against the chords binding her arms and legs.  "He fucked my ass," she continued, still fucking herself on my dick after the orgasm subsided, "he didn't beg me to let him do it like a whiney little boy, he held me down and fucked my ass like a man taking what belongs to him.   His cock is inside me right now, god it feels so good to be really fucked by a man who knows how to take what he wants.  I can feel his cum making me pregnant right now.  I can't wait to see how humiliated you are when a half white baby comes out of my body."  Her diatribe was interrupted by another muscle cramping orgasm.  The cunt had gone insane.  She was fucking herself on my cock, so hard I thought she might rip it from my body, while she said every humiliating thing she could think of to her husband by way of the camera lens.  I panned down her gyrating, naked body and focused on her wet cunt thrusting on my cock.

 

"Yes," she hissed, "that's his cock fucking me.  Take a good look and see what it looks like when a real man fucks a woman.  I hope he never stops fucking me. God I haven't enjoyed a good fucking like this since before we got engaged.  Oh yes," she said looking directly into the lens as I panned the camera back up to her face, "I've been fucked by real men before.  I thought I could give up real fucking for a good provider for my daughter."  She seemed to be talking past the camera, directly to me instead of to her husband. 

 

I dropped the video camera onto the kitchen floor without turning it off.  Her husband wouldn't be able to see the action, but he'd be able to hear what was happening.  Leaning forward I grabbed the opposite edge of the table with one hand on each side of the bitch's head and began to fuck her with long, hard strokes that shook the table and made the table legs bag against the floor.

 

"Oh god yes," she said fucking herself back onto my pounding cock, "fuck your bitch hard.  How did I ever think I could get along without a good hard fuck every day?"  I couldn't believe the transformation I'd just seen.  This cunt had gone from a timid, scarred woman to a cock hungry slut begging me to 'fuck my bitch harder' in just a few minutes.  She continued to pull against her bonds as I pounded her crotch, fucking my cock into her small body.  She wasn't trying to get away, she was slamming her cunt up against me in a desperate need to be fucked. 

 

"Fuck me," she chanted over and over as our bodies pounded against each other.  Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she gave herself over to the fuck obsession she had apparently been suppressing for several years.  As the slut approached another orgasm I picked the white-hot bent paper clip up with the needle nose pliers and just as she started to cum I brought it down on her forehead.

 

She screamed with unexpected pain.  It must have felt like it was going to burn right through her brain.  Her body jerked convulsively several times, driven by the combination of pleasure and intense pain.  Her belly muscles tightened, pulling her head as far off the table as the electrical chord around her neck would allow, forcing her forehead against the burning wire.  As her spasming cunt massaged my cock I watched her contorted face turn red as she uselessly tried to suck air into her lungs through her restricted trachea.  After what seemed like hours, but could hardly have been more than a minute, her face relaxed and took on an almost blissful expression, then her whole body relaxed and collapsed onto the table as she passed out.  I tossed the wire and pliers onto the stove then continued fucking her limp almost lifeless body until I came with one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. 

 

After pulling my overused cock from the bitch's unconscious body I untied the cords then, scooping her totally limp form up in my arms, I carried her into the master bedroom and laid her on the bed.  Leaving her naked, scarred and well-fucked, unconscious body on the bed I went to the front door and took a careful peak outside to make sure we hadn't attracted any undo attention.  It looked like my little victim lying in the bedroom was the only one home in this part of the apartment complex.  I shut and re-locked the front door then walked back into the kitchen.  I turned off the burner on the stove, then I found a Coke in the refrigerator and, after chugging the entire can, belched loudly.  I took the bent up paper clip and placed it with my tool belt.  I wanted to make sure I took it home with me as a memento of the occasion.  

 

"What," I asked myself out loud, as I walked down the hallway, "should I do to the little slut next?