How far will it go?

By Pepper Jade

He had her by her long, dark hair. He whispered in her ear, 
"You're mine. You will do exactly as you are told, and 
you'll love every minute of it. Understand?"

Her green eyes wide with fear, she nodded slightly. He had 
her hair so tight, even a slight nod sent pain down through 
her spine. She knew that this was only the beginning of the 
pain she would feel over the next few hours…and then what?

He saw the fear in her eyes, and it made him harder. He was 
gonna fuck the shit out of this little bitch. He knew she 
had never experienced the kind of hardcore fucking he was 
going to inflict on her.

He had her hair in one hand and held her wrists behind her 
back with his other hand. He let go of her hair, then 
handcuffed her wrists behind her. She was shaking; her fear 
was tangible.

"One scream, and it will be your last," he told her. She 
had no idea how far he would take this, and he used that 
fear to his advantage. He knew that she would not be able 
to stifle her screams, so he gagged her.

He had her in the back of his work van. He could fuck her 
pretty good here, but he could really take his time with 
her back at his place. Plus, he had his tools at home…

He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. He forced her face 
down on the floor. He could hear her whimpering softly, 
perhaps even crying as he hog-tied her. He threw a blanket 
over her.

He drove back to his place and opened the garage door. He 
drove the van into the garage, then closed the door behind 
him. No one would notice anything out of place. He worked 
late nights. He had lived here for several years, and his 
neighbors trusted him.

He opened the van door. He freed her legs and pulled her up 
to her feet. The blindfold was wet and her cheeks were 
stained; she had been crying, but no longer. She seemed 
resigned to her fate--a fate he alone controlled.

He led her through a door, then down some stairs. Though 
she could not see anything, she could denote changes in 
light. Wherever he had taken her--a house, perhaps, she had 
heard a garage door--she was now in a room with very low 
lighting. She had no idea how far he would take 
this…whether she would survive the night. She decided her 
chances were better if she cooperated, if she did not anger 
him.

He welcomed her obedience as he led her into his special 
room. He had converted this room in his basement into his 
own private dungeon. It was underground, so there were no 
windows here. He had installed acoustic panels to further 
soundproof the room. She could scream her head off in here, 
and only he would hear her.

The first thing he would do was re-assert his absolute 
dominance over her; she had to understand that he was her 
master, he was in control. She was completely at his mercy.

He stood her with her back against a wall. He grabbed a 
hunting knife and very slowly cut each button from her 
blouse. Each button clattered as it hit the concrete floor. 
She recoiled as she felt the cold blade against her flesh. 
She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life.

He cut every stitch of clothing from her body. She was 
wearing only the cuffs, blindfold, gag and her black 
leather high-heeled pumps. He removed the gag. He was gonna 
abuse that hole in her face tonight. "Now you can scream 
all you want, cunt, because no one can hear you," he told 
her.

He stepped back. Damn, she looked so good standing there in 
nothing but what he allowed her to wear. Her tits were 
erect; the coldness of the room made her nipples hard. She 
was well-groomed; her legs were smooth, as was her pussy.

He slipped a dog collar around her neck and attached a 
leash. He pulled it hard. "You're gonna be my good little 
bitch," he told her.

The fear had returned when he had pressed the knife blade 
against her tits. She was still shaking. He could force her 
into submission, or he could force a valium down her 
throat. Instead, he poured a shot of whiskey. He grabbed a 
handful of her hair. "Drink this--it will loosen you up a 
bit." She hesitated and he slapped her. "Don't ever disobey 
me!" 

She opened her mouth and swallowed what he offered. Jack 
Daniels. He was right; this would help. She hoped it was 
whiskey only that she had swallowed. 

He grabbed the collar around her neck and bent her over a 
couch, her beautiful round ass fully exposed. Her legs were 
tightly closed. 

"Spread your legs," he ordered. 

She did not hesitate. Face down and bent over, she obeyed 
and spread her legs apart. She felt his fingers enter pussy 
and her ass. She moaned. 

"I'm going easy on you to start with," he said. "Then it's 
my big fucking cock your gonna have in here." He shoved his 
fingers deeper inside of her. She cried out.

"Please, can I have another shot?" she asked. She really 
thought this night would go easier if she had more to 
drink.

"You'll have to earn it, bitch," he said. He pulled his 
hand out of her.

She heard him unbuckle his belt. She felt the sting of 
leather against her backside. She cried out louder. 

"Tell me you want my cock, you fucking whore!" He brought 
the belt down across her ass again and again.

"I want your cock," she cried.

"That didn't sound very convincing," he said as he cracked 
her ass again with the belt. She had welts across her ass 
and thighs. Fuck, it made him so hard just to look at his 
work.

"I want your cock! I want to suck your cock SO BAD," she 
practically screamed.

He dropped the belt and pulled her up by her hair. "You'll 
suck my cock when I am ready to give it to you."

His cock was so hard, he was ready to unload. But this 
bitch wasn't getting it just yet. He forced her to her 
knees. He removed the blindfold. She had already seen his 
face; he was not worried about her identifying him later.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. She 
looked down at the floor. He slapped her. "Look at it, 
bitch!" He pulled her head back and she yelped. He didn't 
trust her to put his cock in her mouth yet. He wasn't sure 
that he had completely broken her. And if this bitch bit 
his cock, he would fucking kill her. Slowly.

She was beginning to feel the effects of the whiskey. She 
wanted more. How would she earn it? She knew she had to do 
more that follow his orders--she had to participate in 
this. She had to please him.

He held her head in one hand and stroked his cock with the 
other. In no time he blew a wad of hot sticky cum all over 
this broad's face and hair. "Mmmm," she moaned. She licked 
the cum on her lips. "You taste SO good," she purred 
appreciatively. "Your cock is huge." And indeed it was. 
Normally, she would have loved to have such a cock 
presented to her. But with this guy, such a cock was a 
weapon…

Oh fuck, this bitch was heating up. "Very good, my little 
cum slut." He zipped his pants up and poured her a second 
shot of Jack. She eagerly sucked it down, her face covered 
in drying cum.

"You'll be swallowing more than whiskey tonight, bitch." He 
poured himself a shot and downed it. 

He uncuffed her hands. "I want you on all fours," he 
ordered. She obeyed, but the concrete floor was painful. He 
grabbed the leash and walked her like a dog to a bed in the 
corner of the room. He grabbed her collar and forced her 
onto the bed, on her back. He tied each arm to a post above 
her head, each leg to a post at the end of the bed. She was 
completely spread eagle; she could not move.

The room was dimly lit, but she could see that it was about 
12 feet by 15 feet. Oh shit, this place looked pretty 
fucking scary. There were all sorts of chains and leather 
binders attached to the ceiling and walls. There was some 
sort of mechanic's tool chest in the corner. Fuck only knew 
what was inside it. She felt the room spinning. She was 
queasy. And it wasn't the whiskey…

He could see the confusion on her face. He loved the sight 
of this woman helplessly tethered to his bed. It made him 
unbelievably hot. He would enjoy breaking this one…

He undressed in front of her. She didn't look away; he saw 
her carefully looking him over. He took pride in his body; 
he worked out constantly and had a body most men envied. 
This stuck-up bitch was lucky to have a real man fuck her.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her body. She was so 
soft, so hot. She didn't recoil from the feel of his body 
on hers. Those tits…he began sucking and pinching her 
nipples hard. She tasted exquisite and had a light scent of 
perfume. She moaned, and her nipples grew harder. He 
grabbed her tit in his hand and squeezed hard. She moaned 
louder. He stuck his tongue in her ear and told her, "You 
love it, you filthy whore."

And she did. Her nipples were so sensitive…she had never 
had a man treat her breasts so roughly. This was a new 
sensation, an exciting sensation.

He reached under the bed and pulled out some sort of small 
chain. He clamped the ends of the chain to her nipples. She 
breathed a slight moan and thrust her breasts upward.

He wanted a taste of that sweet pussy spread out before 
him. He buried his face between her legs…and she was 
unbelievably wet. He was breaking her; a woman's wet pussy 
never lies…

He licked and sucked her hard, and her body trembled…with 
pleasure. That's what this uptight little bitch needed all 
along--a real man to show her who is boss, to suck her hard 
and to fuck every hole in her body without mercy.

She completely gave in to him. "Suck me harder, please," 
she begged. "I love being your slut, just suck me!"

He did, but stopped before she could cum. "You haven't 
earned it yet, but you will."

He stuck two fingers in her tight twat…then three. She was 
so wet and so receptive to his fingers. He began shoving 
his entire hand up into her sweet little box and she 
screamed. "Hurts, doesn't it?" he asked as he pumped her 
harder.

"Yes!" she wailed. 

"Never been fist fucked, have you?" He didn't wait for an 
answer. "You can take it harder." The sound of her screams 
made his cock throb.

"We're just getting started, baby." He untied her shaking 
body. He grabbed the leash and pulled hard. "Down," he 
ordered. She dropped to the floor on all fours, her pussy 
bruised and aching. He led her to the couch and bent her 
over as he had done before. He once again cuffed her hands 
behind her back. She did not need to be told to spread her 
legs.

"Ever take cock up the ass?" he asked.

She silently shook her head. No, she had not. She had never 
wanted to participate in anal sex.

"Well, then this will be a new treat for you," he said. He 
could really make this hard on her, or he could make her 
first anal experience a little easier.

"Lube is the key to good ass fucking," he said as he 
greased his fully erect cock. He slipped a greased finger 
into her tight ass. She instinctively tightened her 
sphincter around his finger. Oh, this was gonna feel 
fucking incredible. He greased her asshole up good.

He grabbed her hips and worked his cock into her ass. She 
screamed, but muffled her screams in the cushions of the 
couch. She did not fight it. This bitch was definitely his; 
he had broken her. He fucked her harder and harder in the 
ass. And she took it, every bit of his eight-inch cock.

"Oh, you are such a good little slut," he said. He reached 
around and fingered her clit. He rubbed it hard, and 
slipped his fingers into her cunt. She responded. She 
spread her legs further for him, and he alternately rubbed 
her clit then finger fucked her as he pounded her ass. She 
moaned and writhed. He felt her pussy explode all over his 
hand as he blew a wad of cum into her ass. He definitely 
owned this bitch.

He grabbed her collar and pulled her upright. He ran his 
tongue along the side of her face and breathed into her 
ear, "You fucking came like a ten-dollar whore. Now you're 
going to lick my cum and your ass juice from my cock. You 
will suck me hard again and I will fuck you again," he 
said. He pressed the hunting knife against her throat. "And 
if I feel any teeth, I will cut your fucking throat." 

She dropped to her knees, lips parted. He grabbed her hair, 
and yanked her head back, knife still at her throat. He 
shoved his filthy cock into her eager mouth. She 
immediately began sucking hard, swallowing him as deeply as 
she could. This broad had definitely sucked cock before, 
and she was damn good at it. He grew hard in her mouth 
quickly. He let her linger, enjoying her tongue on his 
cock. 

"Lick my balls, suck my balls," he ordered. She released 
his cock from her mouth and began licking his balls like 
they were Baskin Robbin's flavor of the month.

"Come on, bitch, let's do it doggie style," he said. He 
uncuffed her and led her back to the bed. On all fours, she 
presented herself to him like a bitch in heat. He grabbed 
her hips and shoved his cock deep inside of her sore pussy. 
"Bark for me," he told her. She howled as he fucked her 
harder and harder. He reached around and twisted the chain 
that was clamped to her nipples. She shrieked in pain.

He rode this cunt rag for what seemed like hours before he 
finally came. She was too damn broken to cum. He pulled out 
of her and she fell over, exhausted and filthy.

"Not quite done with you," he said as he grabbed her hair. 
She didn't even whine. He led her to the center of the 
room, forced her on her knees. There was a drain in the 
floor where she knelt. He pulled her head back and pissed 
across her face, her hair and her tits. She simply moaned 
as he let go of her.

He was done with her. He leaned over and took her by the 
arm. He removed the collar, the leash, the nipple clamps. 
He led her into an adjoining bathroom. He ran a warm 
shower. He stepped in first, then pulled her in with him. 
He gently washed the filth from her body. She could barely 
stand; she had bruises and scrapes all over her body. Her 
strong, young body had taken some serious abuse from him 
over the course of four hours. She leaned against him as he 
shampooed her hair. He stroked the small of her back. She 
was barely conscious.

He turned off the water and wrapped her in a towel. He 
picked her up and carried her back to the bed. He climbed 
into the bed with her. He unwrapped her, and gently 
caressed her body. She had taken so much, and she had 
brought him so much pleasure. He softly kissed her belly, 
then worked his way down to her pussy. He licked and sucked 
her again, and she moaned with pleasure. He finished what 
he had started earlier. She had definitely earned it.

"You are my good little girl," he whispered to her.


  
How far will it go