Spirit of Submission

by JJ Argus

  Chapter Eight

  That evening, she was looking to get even, considering how to reveal his own slut daughter's behavior to Rutherford without getting into too much trouble herself. Maybe she could bring Uwamba back here and let him catch him fucking Carey while she was tied to the bed?

  No, something less drastic. Maybe she could post a video or some pictures on the internet? She'd taken a number of them, after all. Or... why go that far? She could send a video to Rutherford, a video of his little precious licking pussy. It wasn't like he'd know it was Spirit's pussy. There was nothing in particular to identify it, no moles or marks or scars. What would he think of his little precious licking someone's clit?

  Or better yet, she thought as she examined the videos on her laptop. She had one of her fucking Carey from behind, while the girl was on all fours. It showed Carey's entire body but only showed Spirit from the waist down. It could be any young woman – wearing a big strap-on. Carey was crying out in wild pleasure, begging to be fucked harder. Yeah, the old man would love that, she thought vindictively.

  She got up and went down the hall, then downstairs to get something to eat. And a shock ran through her as she saw Rutherford.

  He walked up the hall, then turned and cocked his finger at her.

  “Why should I?” she demanded nervously.

  He turned his back on her and kept walking to a door at the far end. He unlocked it and went inside, and Spirit, indignant, but curious, and more than a little aroused, followed. She glanced inside and found a stairway leading down. That set off all sorts of delicious possibilities, and she licked her lips and followed, closing the door behind her.

  The stairs were stone, not wood, and as she descended into what was definitely a creepy looking old basement, she felt a wariness mixed with growing sense of defiant heat.

  “Where are you,” she called.

  You old pervert!

  She reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the open doorway of a well-lit section of the basement than the cool, dimly lit stone which stretched off to her right. Inside, all was luxurious wood, a wine cellar, obviously, from the rows of shelves.

  “What, no wine? You too low-class to drink anything but beer?” she asked, being deliberately impudent.

  She didn’t even see him turn, didn’t notice his hand shoot out as he grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. Then she yelped in alarm as he yanked her forward, turning her and slamming her back against the wall. He was on her instantly, his mouth crushed against hers as his hands grasped the front of her blouse and literally ripped it open. Buttons went flying as the material tore, and then his hands were on her breasts, mailing them as his tongue shot deep into her mouth.

  Spirit felt overwhelmed, as though she were being mauled by a bear, and her hands pushed feebly against his chest as his hands roughly kneaded her breasts. She twisted her head from side to side and he tore the rest of her blouse open and shoved it violently back over her shoulders, pinning her arms at her sides.

  In an instant he yanked back on her hair with one hand as the other shot down between her legs and up under her short skirt. As his fingers felt her pussy his mouth found an already enlarged, throbbing nipple and closed around the center of her breast to suck angrily.

  Spirit could hardly think, much less talk. She gasped and moaned and yelped and twisted, overwhelmed by the force of the sudden attack.

  “Stop it! Stop! Fuck! Bastard!” she cried.

  She meant none of it of course, but struggling was necessary. Not only did it make things more arousing, but it kept up her rebellious self-image intact. He had seriously damaged it when he had made her beg, made her call him sir. She had been wary around him since. But now she wanted to be punished, wanted the wild, dark heat of him hurting her, using her, as roughly as possible!

  “I told you to watch your mouth, slut!” he growled.

  He yanked her away from the wall, tearing the remnants of her blouse off, turned her, and lifted her to drop her bottom on the edge of a polished wooden counter top on an island that sat in the middle of the room. Without a pause his hands grasped her legs, yanking them up so she fell back onto her back on the counter. He pulled off her shoes, then roughly undid her skirt and yanked it down under her butt and down her legs.

  When they dropped free she rolled off the side of the counter as if to flee, running for the door. She didn’t get far – which relieved her, as he grabbed her and spun her around, throwing her back against the wall again. Once again he pinned her there with his larger, more powerful body, his lips crushing hers as he mauled her breast. She pushed against him harder, twisting, and he seized her slender arms and pinned her wrists together above her head.

  Then his other hand reached down to her panties, grabbed them, and literally tore them off her body.

  Heat flared wildly inside her at this incredible scene of masculine domination, at the force and strength he was displaying, both physical and mental. She wanted to melt into his arms, but that, of course, would not be playing her role.

  She swung at him and he dodged, lifting her up bodily and once again dropping her heavily onto the counter top. Again he yanked her legs, dropping her onto her back. But this time he pinned her legs down and apart with his forearms and elbows as he bent and took her entire pubic mound into his mouth, growling like an animal, his tongue thrusting down between her pussy lips and sliding up the length of her pussy slit until it lapped at her clitoris.

  She cursed and moaned and slapped at his head - but not too much - calling him a pervert and a bastard. But she couldn’t keep her words going for long as the heat he was rousing in her rushed up through her mind so quickly, so overwhelmingly, she was left breathless and moaning as his tongue whipped across her clit and his mouth practically fed at her pussy.

  She grasped at his hair, trying to tear him free as his tongue plunged into her burning pussy, but instead found her hands jamming down on his head as a shuddering moan escaped her open lips. Her legs were jerking, trembling, her back arched and she ground her hips helplessly as his tongue made her want to scream at the raw intensity of the sensations rolling through her nervous system.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking bastard!” she gasped. “Fu-ck-ing bastard!”

  He gripped her buttocks, lifting her up closer to his mouth, and she cried out weakly as his tongue licked hungrily across her swollen clit.

  He raised his mouth and smirked down the length of her body.

  “Beg for it, slut.”

  “N-No!” she gasped, trying to slap at his face. “Bastard!”

  He yanked roughly on her leg and she squealed as she was dragged over the edge of the table and almost dropped onto her bottom. But he caught her, turned her, and shoved her belly against the counter.

  “Don’t! D-Don’t! Oww!”

  He ignored her, bending her over the table, his groin pressed into her naked bottom as he forced her arms back behind her. She gasped weakly, struggling, because struggling was a part of her role, but had no chance against his strength as he pinned her wrists together with one hand, then began to loop soft black rope around them. She shuddered in heat as she felt the rope tighten around her wrists, then loop after loop sliding around to form an immoveable bond.

  “Bastard!’ she gasped.

  He tied off the loop, but then slid another around her arms just below the elbows and began to tighten it.

  “Oww! Oh shit! Oww! You’re gonna break my fucking arms!”

  “No loss. Not like they do any work,” he said. “I only need your mouth, your pussy and your ass anyway.“

  He continued to tighten the loop of rope until her elbows ground together and her shoulders were screaming in pain, then slipped another four or five loops around her arms before tying them off.

  “Are you afraid of me!?” she panted. “You afraid I’ll hurt you, old man!?”

  “Yeah, that’s it.”

  He lifted her up again, roughly and dropped her back onto the counter, seizing her hair, forc
ing her head up and back as his mouth crushed hers once again. His free hand roamed her body, roughly groping her breasts or rubbing at her clitoris.

  He twisted her head to the side and bit into the other side of her throat, then licked and bit his way down across her breasts, making her gasp and cry out as his teeth dug into her soft flesh. He slid his tongue down across her belly and abdomen, then forced her thighs achingly wide as he thrust his tongue into her moist, overheated opening and started to pump it in and out.

  His nose ground across her clitoris, and she shuddered and cursed him weakly as he slid his lips up around her clit and started alternately sucking and licking. She felt a finger thrust into her, then several and squirmed as her body overheated and her mind began to swelter in the bubbling steam.

  “Fucker!” she gasped. “Fucker!”

  He loomed over her and grabbed her hair, jerking her head back, forcing her back to arch.

  “Whore,” he sneered back.

  Spirit gasped as a fourth finger was forced into her, feeling them thrust deep, all the way to the hook of his thumb, which curled up and then over onto her clit.

  “Come for me, whore,” he taunted her. “Come for the old man so he can watch you squirm!”

  “Fuck you!” she cried.

  But the feel of his slick thumb stroking expertly across her clit, the feel of his fingers inside her, twisting and pumping, was almost too much to stand. And when he forced her head even further back, so that her back arched off the table, and his mouth came down on the center of her breast, she couldn’t resist. She began to shake and tremble, and then cried out in helpless pleasure as the orgasm spilled over her.

  “Yeah! Come, you whore! Come for me, slut! Cum-slut! Come on my fingers, you little bitch!” he yelled as she bucked and twisted and shook beneath him.

  His fingers thrust in savagely, his thumb grinding against her clit as he collapsed over her and bit into her exposed throat.

  Spirit gasped weakly and went limp, moaning as he pulled up and back. But then his fingers were torn free of her, and he unzipped. She lay, gasping, helpless, legs spread on the edge of the table, as he pulled his thick cock free and then thrust it into her. She winced, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t prepared, as he leaned into he and started to thrust.

  “B-bastard,” she gasped weakly.

  He sneered down at her, his fingers digging into her breasts, kneading and squeezing them as his hips worked in and out.

  Spirit could feel his big cock pumping inside her, and moaned at the wild dark heat of the moment, rolling from side to side on her bound arms. He leaned over her, grinding his hips in addition to pumping, and licked along the nape of her neck before biting at her. His fingers caught at her hair and yanked her head back, and his hips thrust faster, harder so that they slapped against her buttocks.

  “Fu-fucking your son’s girlfriend,” she panted breathlessly. “Bastard! You probably fuck your own daughters too!”

  He pulled back and slapped her face so her ear rang.

  “They’re not whores like you!’ he growled, grasping her thighs and thrusting harder.

  Spirit felt a hot rush of heat and moaned weakly, staring up at him through glassy eyes as her body jerked to the impact of his hard thrusting. She moaned low in her throat, sex-heat roaring inside her as his cock continued to pound into her aching pussy.

  “Beg for it, slut,” he ordered, leaning over her.

  “F-fuck you,” she gasped.

  He slapped her face again, still thrusting into her hard and fast.

  “Please!” she gasped.

  “Beg, slut!”

  “Fuck me,” she moaned weakly. “Please fuck me!”

  He slapped her face again, thrusting harder.

  “Please fuck me!” she moaned.

  He brought a hand down to her pussy and his thumb began to stroke her clit.

  Spirit gasped, arching, twisting, writhing as his thumb rubbed her clit and his cock pounded into her.

  “Fuck me!” she moaned.

  He slapped her face again and she shuddered and cried out.

  “Whore!” he growled.

  His other hand closed around her throat, closing tightly enough to make it almost impossible to breath, and her orgasm exploded, spiraling upwards into a wild, sparkling explosion of jagged pleasure. She gurgled weakly, unable to breath, her skull pounding like it would explode as the sexual energy tore through her mind and body.

  Then he collapsed atop her again, hips still working as his lips found hers. She moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth, as his chest crushed her beasts, overwhelmed by the wild dark hunger flailing her mind.

  Slowly, his movements eased, and she lay on the table, chest heaving, trying to regain some portion of her shattered consciousness even as he pulled up and back.

  “”You were made for fucking, you hot little slut,” he said.

  “F-Fuck you,” she panted.

  His eyes narrowed, and he dragged her off the edge of the counter, bending her forward when she would have collapsed on rubbery legs.

  He tied more ropes around her arms back around her ribs, then grasped her hair and forced her up off the table, though keeping her bent over. With one hand on her hair he looped the rope going around her right side once around her right breast and then simply pulled to tighten the loop.

  He fed it across to her left breast and did the same, then fed the rope back around her left side and tied it off. He shifted hands, then did the same in the opposite direction with the rope going around her left, so that two loops circled each breast, squeezing the soft flesh and forcing it out more tautly.

  “Pervert!” she gasped, dazedly excited.

  Her breasts were throbbing with more than the aching heat of being squeezed. Her nipples were burning and sparkling like live electrical wires, and she groaned as he bent her over again so her taut breasts were squeezed against the smooth counter top. She felt him gathering her hair in behind her into a loose tail, then tying something in it.

  “W-what are you fucking doing, old man?” she panted.

  “Whatever the fuck I want, slut,” he said.

  He released her for a moment and she stood upright, panting, the dark heat swirling inside her. Her breasts were quite firm indeed as they thrust out before her, and her arms were immovably locked together all the way down to her hands. She grunted as he forcefully bent her over again, and then kicked her ankles apart. She moaned as she felt herself being penetrated by something, some toy or other. It was a butt-plug, she quickly learned, as it slowly pushed up into her bottom until the fat part had passed..

  That left just the narrow base outside her body, and she gasped again as he pulled back on her hair. Then she felt the cord attached to her hair being tied somehow - to the butt plug!

  “You’re such a fucking perve!” she said, half accusing, half admiring.

  He led her away from the counter, holding her bound arms tightly. She couldn’t really see much because her head was forced up and back by the pull on her hair. She felt something against her belly, then he lifted her up and she grunted as he set her down, straddling the wooden rail. It jammed up into the soft flesh of her pussy, and she squirmed weakly.

  A moment later he was kneeling beside the rail, sliding rope through the vertical wooden posts, and around her ankles, binding them tightly in place.

  He straightened, and then to her shock, he slipped something into her open mouth, and she felt it hook on her tongue ring.

  She tried to talk, tried to turn her head away, but she couldn’t, as the hook pulled out on her tongue stingingly, and forced her tongue right up out of her mouth! She was bewildered by what he was doing even as she saw him tying a cord to the hook thing. Then he pulled the cord up and out and she felt the wild thrill of understanding, a dark delight at how cleverly perverted he was, and a shimmering sense of excitement at being so exotically and cruelly tied up.

  She watched him feed the cord to the tall post at the end of the rail and th
en tie it around it. Talk about being tongue tied! Of course, now she could no longer talk, could no longer insult him as he found another pair of thin cords, tied loops in them, and then tugged the loops tight around her nipples!

  Chapter Nine

  “I tell you, this is the life,” Mark said, blowing a puff of cigar smoke into the air.

  Dave smiled and hoisted a beer, and the other guys raised theirs and clinked glasses.

  It was a beautiful night, and the waters of the lighted pool gleamed. They were sitting out beneath the big, overhanging patio roof playing poker, and had been for several hours. The beer was cold and plentiful, and everyone was in a good mood. Off to one side was a big screen TV showing the Jets game, and everyone was half following it as they played.

  Roy nudged him and leaned over. “So where’s that hot little slut of Davie’s gone?” he asked.

  Dave grinned. “She’s around.”

  “You haven’t scared her off?”

  “The only thing that would scare her would be to sew up her pussy so she couldn’t get anything into it.”

  Roy chuckled in amusement.

  “So where is she?”

  Dave grinned at him smugly for a moment, then looked around. “Deal me out, guys. I want to check on the boiler for a minute. It’s been giving me trouble,” he said, standing up and giving Roy a look.

  “Yeah, me too,” Roy said, rising and following him back inside.

  “She hasn’t tried blackmailing you or anything?”

  “She hints at it but no. I think all she wants is excitement.”

  “And she thinks you’re exciting?” Roy snorted in amusement.

  “I can be damned exciting.”

  “Yeah, well I won’t bend over to find out how.”

  The two men laughed and Dave unlocked the basement door and motioned him down.