Author: Hungry Guy
Title: HUNGRY FOR DAWN 2
Summary:  After Dawn's husband throws her out, she delivers herself to Guy. 
Keywords: M/F Mdom Fsub Mpov rom wife cheat breath ws scat copr tort sad viol humil caution 
Language: english

HUNGRY FOR DAWN 2
By Hungry Guy

    Dawn arrived at Guy's house that night and parked in the small parking lot in the back.  

    With her one small suitcase, she walked around to the front and rang the doorbell to his apartment.  

    Guy appeared a moment later.  "Guy!" she cried.

    As the fell into each others' arms, he said, "It's so good to see you again."

    "Me too!" she said.    

    Guy sniffed the air around her, "Yeah, you do smell like shit."

    "I know," she said.  "Your shit.  And I like it.  I wish I could smell like your shit all the time."

    Guy laughed and took her hand and let her inside where he grabbed her and pressed his mouth to hers.  

    Dawn drank his saliva and leaned back.  "I knew I'd taste you again, but I didn't think it would be so soon."

    "Really?  I never expected to see you again.  Most women want to play once and move on to someone else.  I never see them again.  That's how these things always seem to go.  Up until now, anyway."

    "Oh," said Dawn, "you wouldn't believe how furious my husband was.  He called me a slut, a whore, a tramp, a piece of garbage, and everything else.  There's no going back."

    "I'm actually glad for that," said Guy.

    "Me too," she said as she kissed him again.  "So I'm yours if you want me."

    "Oh, I want you," he said.  "But you must be tired after that long drive.  I know I still am though I've been home for a few hours.  Off to bed?"
 
    "I'd love to.  But, er, you don't want me in your bed smelling like sewage, do you?"

    "Well," said Guy.  "You have a choice.  Sleep in my cage, or take a shower and let me tie you to my bed and again and sleep on top of you."

    "Hmmm," pondered Dawn.  "The cage is tempting, but I want you on top of me, and inside me, again."

    "Great", said Guy.  "Let's take a shower together."

    Guy led Dawn to his bathroom where they both shed their clothes.  

    "This feels so good," said Dawn as Guy massaged the shampoo into her hair with his fingertips. 

    "I want to make you feel good."

    "But you also want to torture me, right?" asked Dawn with a sly grin.

    Of course," he said.  "Maybe I can torture you tonight in bed.  Are you up for it?"

    "Of course I am!" she said.  "But don't ask.  Just do it.  Abuse me!  Now that I won't be going back to my husband, mark me up and bruise me all you want."

    Guy slapped her hard across the face.  "My pleasure, bitch."

    Soon enough, Dawn was lying naked, tied down to Guy's bed spread eagle with her legs up against his headboard in a V and her arms outstretched above her head with her wrists tied by rope to the bottom feet of the bed.  She wore an adult incontinence diaper, and he had placed a mattress pad under her butt and under her head.

    As before, he put the posture collar on her so she couldn't roll her head from side to side, and put a ring gag in her mouth so she couldn't bite him."

    With Dawn securely in place, he flipped the blankets up over her body so that only her crotch and legs showed.  

    She squirmed a little and gasped as Guy left the room and went into the kitchen.  He poured himself a tall glass of wine and relaxed in his living room while Dawn waited to be used like a piece of furniture.

    Shortly later, he returned to his bedroom and rooted through his toy chest.  He tossed various items onto the bed, then climbed into bed.  He mounted her, sliding his eager cock into her mouth.  

    Feeling giddy from the wine, he pondered what to do first.  

    After a moment's hesitation, he slid the cattle prod dildo up into her cunt, but didn't turn it on yet.  Instead, he laced her pussy lips closed with a needle, using a spool of fine strong fishing line as the thread.  Dawn flinched and thrashed each time he threaded the needle through her sensitive flesh and pulled the line taut.  Knotting the end to hold the stitches closed, he then put a clamp on the button of the cattle prod.  Dawn's body spasmed so violently that she threw him off of her with a piercing scream that would drown out a jackhammer.  

    Guy quickly mounted her again and slammed his cock back down her throat, muffling her screaming.

    Taking a leather belt with a ratchet mechanism on it instead of a buckle, he slid it under her back and attached the loose end to the ratchet on her side.  Slowly, he pumped the ratchet, tightening the belt around her waist.  He continued to tighten it until it constricted her waist.  Still he continued to tighten it even more until her waist was pinched several inches smaller than normal.  Then he tightened it a few more clicks just for good measure.  

    Next, taking a few hat pins, he pinched her clit and pulled on it, and pierced it all the way through with one of them.    

    He then slid a pin through both of her nipples.  Dawn struggled so violently that it was an effort to stay mounted.  

    Grinning widely, he peeled the shrink wrap off the package of metal skewers.  Pressing the point of one of the skewers to one of Dawn's breasts, he pushed it into her soft flesh.  Slowly, he pushed it all the way through her breast and out the other side, covered in blood. 

    Then he pierced the other breast with another skewer.  

    With two more skewers in the package, he placed the remaining skewers through her breasts again.  

    Still not done yet, he poured a handful of thumbtacks into his hand and pressed them, one at a time, into her body, her chest, arms, and legs.  Crimson blood slowly oozed out from under each of them.

    Realizing that he would need additional aid to get to sleep upon her writhing struggling body, he reached over and poured himself a shot of NyQuil and gulped it down.

    Some of the wine had reached his bladder by then, so he gave her a drink.  Then, feeling horny before falling asleep, he began pumping her throat, letting his orgasm build slowly.  Her bucking hardly changed its ferocity from his pummeling, and his orgasm exploded into her throat after a few minutes.  

    Finally, with a yawn, he reached up and turned his light off, and rested his head down on her crotch.  Between the wine and the NyQuil and his recent orgasm, Dawn's violent thrashing hardly delayed his sleep, and guaranteed that he would remain asleep late through the following morning.

    * END * 

