by Dan Bruce
Her Nemesis must have sensed Emily’s inner turmoil. He laughed softly at her eagerness and gently pushed Emily’s head back then aimed his hard penis directly at her mouth.
“Who cares what anyone thinks, Blondie? You’re my bitch, and you do as you’re told, and that’s the end of the matter... Now I’d say you’re warmed up enough. It’s time to try the throat again!”
Emily looked at the cock so terrifyingly beautiful; then panting out her need she opened her mouth.
The man rammed his stiff meat brutally between Emily’s lips. Her jaws screamed in protest as they were pushed apart – the muscles round the hinges aching. But Emily willingly opened and embraced the hurt. She let the man pummel the inside of her mouth with his cock, struggling to suck and lick. But the man plunged in and out of her too fast to allow for anything other than passive acceptance. Emily’s hands grasped for the man’s hips for support, but made no attempt to fend off the attack - in her depravity she no longer wanted to.
Once again the man’s glans battered Emily’s throat – his intent was clear and his threat already made. She tried to relax and let him in, praying that her body would not betray her. A hard thrust and he went through. Emily heard a loud groan as her throat was impaled and the man’s groin smashed into her face. Emily struggled to stay relaxed – she thought her head might explode with the effort, but she managed to fight off the retch. For almost a minute the man held the position with his cock deep inside her gullet. Fighting for control, she clung to the man’s hairy thighs. She gripped for dear life - her lungs aching, desperate for some air. As the seconds slipped away, she felt a dizziness approaching; then unable to stop herself there was a violent retch. Claws sank into the man’s bare thighs as she battled to get free. Her Nemesis finally releasing her as she fell to the floor coughing and spluttering, splattering his shoes with her regurgitated drool.
He was not amused!
“Pathetic!” the man yelled as he grabbed the distraught woman by the hair and dragged Emily to her feet. “I warned you,” he continued, pulling her to the bench beneath the wall hooks where his clothes were hanging. “My bitches get punished if they make a mistake, and that’s what’s going to happen to you.”
Emily looked at him in horror as he left her for a moment, lunging for his clothing where he found what he wanted. The thick leather belt was removed from his suit trousers, doubled up and held by the buckle.
“No! No! Please, Master. I beg you,” Emily entreated, but her pleas fell on stony ears. His left foot was planted firmly on the bench, bending the knee to create a platform with his thigh.
“Bent over, bitch!” Her Nemesis commanded.
She wasn’t given the opportunity to obey or defy him. Emily was thrown over the thigh like a limp rag doll, bleating out pleas, begging for mercy which she knew would be denied. She ended up draped with feet and hands on the floor, her belly curled round chunky hairy flesh, her drizzling pussy wetting the inside of the thigh, her ass to the right pointing slightly upwards, positioned perfectly for the punishment she was due.
Clenching her teeth and every muscle in her body, Emily braced herself as she waited on the blow. The wait was short, a few seconds no more, then with a swish through the air the belt came thundering down, hitting Mrs. Johnson across her buttocks with a resounding crack that rifled round the room.
“Arrgh!!!!” she screamed as Emily absorbed the fiery burn – the pain from the blow blasting through her jerking body – hurt so fierce it that it defied all meaning. Emily had never known agony like it before.
“Pathetic bitch!” the man yelled then he struck her again. Emily howled and bucked, hands flaying the ground. She was sure that her ass must be on fire – the burn was like a kiss from a dragon.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Three viscous blows in quick succession had Emily screaming wildly. She howled under the attack, bouncing up and down on Her Nemesis’s thigh, tears flowing freely from her pretty blue eyes. More rained down, the man thundering the belt onto her ass, Emily’s tears forming a pool on the floor. Lily white flesh turned to angry scarlet, which would take some explaining if Les was to spot it, but Mrs. Johnson was too busy dealing with the hurt to worry about that at present. It was a blitzkrieg of pain, a snarling beast ravaging her flesh. Emily hollered and wailed, she jerked and bucked. She fought and fought until there was nothing left, and then she gave the apology that was truly needed.
Grabbing his leg, she washed his calf with her tears. “I’m sorry, Master. I truly am. I’m sorry I failed you. Please! Please! Give me another chance.”
That was enough. The belting stopped. Emily didn’t see, but she heard the belt drop. Then instead of leather, it was flesh on her ass – a strong masterful hand softly stroking the hurt he had caused.
“A first?” he asked.
“Yes!” she blurted.
“And will this be a first?”
Through her hurt she felt a finger invade into the depths of her crack. It settled on her pucker to tease the little bud. This wouldn’t be the first finger if he decided to enter her anally, but Emily knew that wasn’t the question.
“Yes, Master... Not even my husband... You will be the first.”
You will be the first! It was total acceptance of the Fate in store. But then how could she resist Her Nemesis!
Chapter 7
“Say it again!”
“Please, Master... Please fuck me. Please fuck me up the ass where no man has ever fucked me before.”
“You’re getting there, Blondie. I don’t think anyone would doubt your sincerity. But what is it that you want, and I mean truly want? Ask for it nicely and you just might get it.”
From the floor where she now lay, Emily looked up to Her Nemesis, who stood towering over her, with a towering erection that was demanding some more attention. It was an odd question to be asked, and it took her by surprise, forcing Emily to think when for the last five minutes she’d just reacted: grovelling at his feet, kissing his shoes again, accepting his cock back down her throat and miraculously not gagging, saving herself the torture of another punishment. Emily was struck by the irony of it all. She was a woman with corporate power. She had the influence to dismiss someone like this man yet it was Her Nemesis who had all the control – down here in the basement he was the Master, and Emily was the slave. And even now when perhaps a choice could be made, Emily realised she didn’t have one – that was the true meaning of control.
But a question had been asked and an answer must be given – so what did she truly want?
For him to fuck her cunt instead – hours of rutting the way nature intended with a portion of spunk fired out at the end, and multiple orgasms for her? That would be a treat indeed, and one Emily prayed would happen. If the power was with her then she undoubtedly would have insisted that he gave her such an experience... but it would have been empty, because the dynamics would have been wrong. This was Her Nemesis, Her Master as well – the power was his and he’d already stated what HE wanted. And what Emily wanted – what she truly wanted – was to give him the pleasure he sought.
“I want you to fuck me up the ass, Master. I want the pain, and I want the risk... I want whatever it takes...”
“Fair enough!” Then that’s what you’ll get.”
Joining her on the floor, the man pushed Emily onto her back, raising her legs and forcing them behind so that she rolled upwards onto her shoulder blades. That hurt! She was used to a soft mattress and less of the contortions. A blanket would have helped, but all she had was the hard cement floor that was unforgiving on her delicate frame. Her muscles protested but she did not disobey. She held her legs open for him, keeping the position as Her Master knelt between them and touched her pucker, teasing the pink anal flesh with the tip of his index finger.
He snorted. Emily feared it was derision – her offering not quite as the man had hoped – perhaps flawed in some mysterious way. Emily had never felt inclined to check, so she had no idea what her asshole looked like. It
was sensational as it happens – a lovely pink starburst next to a lovely juicy cunt. There was derision all right, but not directed at Emily.
“God - it’s so beautiful! Best ass I’ve seen it a long, long time... And never once! In how many years?” Her Nemesis asked.
“Four,” Emily admitted, realising what he meant.
“Four years... with this at his disposal, and not even slipping you a finger I bet.”
Emily didn’t answer that part. Once again she was too busy dealing with a conscience – the trident bearing demon that was determined to goad her. As she lay there on the floor, frozen in disbelief that she was going to let this man fuck her unprotected in the ass, another image flashed through Emily’s mind – the final mental torment before the final capitulation. It was that of her husband as he stood in the church beside her on the day when they were married four years ago. She had made a vow and they had just exchanged their rings. Les looked so happy to have claimed her as his own, even though for the life of him he couldn’t work out why. She had said she would keep herself only unto him. And she had kept that promise up until today, in body if not always in mind. He had treasured her fidelity. Emily was violating his trust.
What would Les say if he could see his wife now, her legs spread and held willingly open while she waited for a man, whose name she did not know, to stuff his cock into her ass – an ass that Les himself had never fucked? What would he say as he watched his wife and she made no attempt to push this man away? What would Les say if he knew that his wife came willingly to this place and allowed a man to use her in this diabolical way?
Emily had no answer. Her reverie was suddenly wonderfully disturbed!
Holding her by the buns, pushing her further back, the man attacked Emily with his face. He slurped at her cunt, lapping up the juices, and he lashed at her asshole, coating it with lubrication. His tongue delved into her gushing sex, flicking around the folds, piercing her vagina. And he alternated this bliss with the filthiest deed, sticking his fleshy tongue into her clenching anal ring, relaxing the muscle and easing it wider.
“Oh no! No! No!” Emily protested, totally shocked by the depravity of the act. Then it was, “Yes! Yes! Oh My God, YES!!!” as he resumed his deftly work on her pussy, feasting on the cunt like a man possessed.
He flowed between the two like an easy river, meandering here and there wherever it took his care. He made her sigh and he made her cry; he made her soar in euphoria to the sky; then with a well judged nip on her throbbing clit, the Master made his slave come again, flooding her body with orgasmic pleasure.
And that’s when he rammed his cock right up her – eight fat inches all the way up her ass!
Emily howled at the entry! She hollered in orgasm that came with much pain. The stretch on her sphincter was an agony, battling with the waves of utter bliss that radiated from her empty fanny. She screamed at the depth – the incredible depth, and friction on her bowels that had never known flesh. She yelled at the ecstasy that was etched on his face – a violent ecstasy of a man making his claim and satisfying his own lusty passion.
She screamed till the man silenced her with a hand firmly clamped over her mouth.
“Shut it, Blondie! Keep the noise down or I’ll have to gag you. That wouldn’t be good – I prefer to hear you moaning. So don’t spoil it for me. That would only make me angry. And that would be a very bad idea.”
Emily whimpered at the threat. Her asshole was aching, but she suspected the hurt would pass. Already the sharp pain was ebbing away. Her legs were shaking but she kept them raised and open. They stayed open for the man, Her Nemesis Master.
Emily stared as the hand was removed from her mouth. She sucked in a breath then let out a groan as the man’s cock started to saw in and out, dragging her tightly stretched bowels as it did so. He moved slowly and steadily, letting the weight of his body lean into Emily as he rode his cock in and out. God he was big! Emily had never felt so invaded and incredibly stuffed. She had never felt so vulnerable – so utterly dominated. She had never felt so wonderfully alive.
As he continued to screw her with some easy strokes, the man pulled her other breast free of the lacy bra so both were exposed, to be looked at and played with. Fucking her gently, the lull before the storm, the man squeezed Emily’s nipples, both at the same time. She yelped at the new pain – an agony of ecstasy, as it energised her body all the more, and made her extra receptive to the buggering she was getting. The hurt in her chute had now disappeared and all Emily knew was pure bliss in her guts.
Then the enormity of it hit her! She was being fucked unprotected up the ass by some promiscuous stranger, here in a men’s changing room on the wet smelly floor. She worked on the top floor, but she was getting buggered in the basement. How had she sunk so low? And why was she soaring so incredibly high?
The man must have read her mind, because he grinned and smacked her with his words.
“You’re my bottom whore, aren’t you, Blondie? Your ass has been hungry for my cock from day one, and you know it. I own you. You’re mine. I’ve claimed you by using you like your husband wouldn’t dare.”
Emily let out a loud moan. She looked away from his face and scanned the man’s body, the hard muscular chest matted with black hair, so incredibly raw and masculine. Emily moaned again and clenched with her rectal muscles – she clenched around the enormity of the man’s cock wedged so deep inside her – Her Master’s cock, claiming what it owned. Then she returned her awe struck face to the dark sultry features that were grinning down at her.
She nodded.
The man raised a dark eyebrow, asking again.
“Yes, Master. I’m your bottom whore, and I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed, accepting at last the truth. “Ever since the day I first saw you and you told me that you would fuck me down here.”
“Good girl, Blondie. Now you’ll get your reward.”
Emily almost feinted with the thrill of that promise. Her inner muscles set off on a joyful dance and massaged the man’s cock with peristaltic waves of desire – her body worshipping the meat that was inside her.
The man groaned in pleasure as he wallowed in the surrender – a physical melding that felt so fine. He accepted the tribute that his cock was due, holding it stationary as flesh pulsed around it. Then he began to pull out slowly and work himself back inside, enjoying the friction that the tightness provided – the start of a fuck that was long overdue, but would be all the sweeter for the month of verbal foreplay.
In tune with the moment, Emily reached up and held her legs open for the man. Her muscles were beginning to fail her and they needed some help. She spread her legs wider, wanting everything in her – wanting to give herself completely to this man. Somewhere in the shadows of her messed up brain there was a tinge of shame at what she was doing, but it was quickly blasted away. Shame could come later – but now Emily needed to ride her unadulterated lust.
“It feels good, Blondie,” said the man as he slid luxuriously in and out, taking his time to enjoy his new bitch, “...even tighter than I had expected - virginal tight – real snug round my cock!”
“Thank you, Master... And it’s so big! I’ve never had anything so big inside me.”
The man grinned at the compliment. He began to rock back and forth a bit faster; emptying Emily and filling her up again. Emily in response groaned and moaned and stared at Her Master in adoration.
From slow languid strokes the man upped the pace and steadily fucked her. Emily’s chute was a tingling mass of sensation. The skin of her rectum stung with being pulled so taut. But if anything she wished Her Master could fill her even more – it felt so wonderful to be so amazingly stuffed by a cock.
The man’s fingers were now gripping Emily’s ankles, helping her force her legs wide for him. Then the man suddenly let go and leaned over her, supporting himself with his hands on either side of Emily, grinning down at her – a dog sure of the pleasure he was giving his bitch. Emily gazed back a
t his dark sultry eyes, sapphire blue drowning in deep black pools as Her Master continued to fuck her ass at a steady rhythm, pulling and pushing his cock from the depths of Emily’s electrified bowels.
“So Blondie,” he quizzed as he continued with the shafting. “Have I converted you? Will you be getting hubby dearest to try a bit of anal for a change?”
Emily looked shocked. The reference to Les was hardly called for. And no! She wouldn’t let her husband anywhere near her ass. That would be a betrayal to the man who had claimed it... on odd piece of logic, but there you go... Emily Johnson was a funny case.
Her Nemesis Master grinned, reading her like a book. “Good girl! But you’ll do it if I tell you. I’m not possessive with my bitches – I don’t mind sharing... if there’s a reason to share that is. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good! But perhaps it would be best to keep it boring at home – we don’t want to raise suspicion with a bunch of new saucy tricks. And there will be more tricks for my bitch to learn, but I’ll save that for another time. For there will be another time, Blondie. You’re mine to screw whenever and however I want. Isn’t that right?”
Emily gasped at the words. Instinctively she bucked, thrusting her hips upwards, horrified and thrilled at being spoken to so assertively. She lifted to meet Her Nemesis as he plunged the retribution of his throbbing big dick deep inside Emily again, causing her to yelp with each new thrust that he made. Emily couldn’t stop writhing. She felt like such a dirty whore and she wanted more and more.
