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fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

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?


  
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