Fifty Shades Nastier

by Lardyard Hampoon

  “Your gag reflex is beyond the reach of my tongue.”

  “Is that a good thing, Master Green?”

  “I believe so, Nasty, dear.”

  He produced a knife from his pocket and proceeded to cut the flight suit off of me. Sometimes I could just feel the tip of the knife against my skin, but he drew no blood.

  “You’re very skillful with a blade, Master Green.”

  “I am well versed with a variety of both sharp and blunt instruments, Ms. Lime. I’ll introduce you to them all…eventually.”

  He took my now-exposed breast in his mouth, his tongue playing with my nipple.

  “Oh, Master Green, elongate my nipples with your fine, long fingers!” I gasped.

  I felt the point of the knife press against my buttock.

  “I mean, please elongate my nipples with your long fingers.” I pushed my breasts into him, urging him onward.

  “No, Ms. Lime. If you can’t remember your place, I can’t give in to your desires.”

  “Of course, Master Green, I’m so sorry. I beg your forgiveness.” I pushed away from him, licking his hand in a submissive gesture. Then I grasped my breasts in each hand and gently pushed them up to my mouth where I alternated licking each nipple.

  “You are trying to manipulate me, Nasty, and you’re not going to get away with it.”

  “I’m sorry, Master Green. I just lust so for your long, slender fingers.”

  “You will have my fingers…on my terms.”

  I pouted as sexily as I could and hung my head.

  “Have I shown you my swimming pool?”

  He had not, but everyone in Seattle knew about Unitarian Green’s “swimming pool.” It was a clear channel that hung over the edge of his building’s roof. Unit was known to swim laps around his building in the morning. Passersby could look up from the sidewalk and watch him swimming from below. He had the water tinted his trademark green. The effect of looking up through the water to the sky made the water appear a brilliant, tropical turquoise.

  “I’ve heard about your pool, Master Green, but you haven’t shown it to me.”

  “Well, I’m going to show it to you now. And I’m going to fuck you in it. I’m going to fuck you fifty laps around the building.”

  “Won’t that distract the neighbors, Master Green?” The thought of thousands of eyes watching me fuck Unitarian Green around his building made my inner slut have a large, squirting orgasm.

  “No. I can adjust the glass at the flip of the switch. We’ll be able to see them, but they won’t be able to see us. It allows me to swim nude when I choose.”

  I tried not to let my disappointment show. Unit guided me over to a waterslide.

  “Up you go, Ms. Lime.”

  “Yes, Master.” I climbed the stairs It was exhilarating being naked up here with all of Seattle at my feet.

  “Slide down, I’ll join you.” Unit called out from the ladder. I stepped onto the platform and it immediately gave way under my feet, sending me on a thrilling, spiraling ride down to the “pool.”

  I barely got my bearings when Unit splashed down beside me. The pool had been drained. There was enough water to splash around in, but not enough for swimming. The water was very warm and salty.

  “I had the pool specially prepared for this evening, Ms. Lime.”

  “Thank you, Master Green.”

  “I’m going to fuck you from behind so we can both enjoy the lovely view.”

  Unit rolled me onto my belly. My whole body felt weak and quivered from the view. We were suspended some 90 stories over the sidewalk. Unit felt me tremble.

  “Quite something, isn’t it, Ms. Lime.”

  I was too overwhelmed to answer.

  “Don’t worry, Nasty, my dear. You’ll get used to it.”

  I could feel Unit’s nuclear missile arm itself against my buttocks. Soon it was attacking my back door.

  “You’ve been a very bad boy, haven’t you?”

  I wasn’t really sure how to answer that one. “Um, yes, I’m sorry Master Green.”

  There was the huge thrust of entry.

  “Sorry for what, you nasty boy?”

  Unit pushed my face into the water for a moment. I came up gasping for air. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a bad boy?”

  “Say it like you mean it, you disobedient little cocksucker.”

  Again, he pushed my face in the water, this time holding it down.

  “I’m sorry I’ve been such a bad, bad boy!”

  Unit’s thrusting was becoming faster and more violent. I wondered if my butt hole would hold up under such an assault. But, the more he drilled me with his power tool, the more my insides danced with delight. I was worried the force of my nipple hardening might crack the glass bottom of the pool as he pushed me farther along the perimeter of his building with every thrust. Unit was tenderly holding my head up by my hair so I didn’t drown.

  “Are you ready to cum yet, boy?”

  “Um, yes Master. I’m ready to cum.”

  “Shall I make you cum?”

  “Yes, Master, please, Master.”

  Unit pushed his hand against the back of my head, shoving my face in the water. He drove his hips harder and harder against my buttocks, forcing my clitoris to bang repeatedly, mercilessly against the bottom of the pool. But, I was running out of air. I struggled to raise my head up, but Unit held it down firmly. Just when I thought my lungs would burst, my vagina went into spasms of pleasure.

  Unit yanked my head from the water, twisting my long hair around his fist.

  “Did that do it for you, baby? Was daddy good to you?”

  I didn’t know whether to be mad or grateful. I could think of a hundred better ways of having an orgasm than a near death experience.

  “Daddy was naughty…and I’m not going to give you back your penis until you promise not to do it again.”

  I clenched my butt cheeks around his member, locking it inside my rectum. A healthy, mostly vegetarian diet had given me some mighty powerful butt cheeks.

  “Argh! Nasty! Release! Release, boy, release!”

  “Not until you promise not to try to drown me again.”

  “I wasn’t trying to drown you, I was trying to enhance your experience through oxygen deprivation.” I clench even tighter and hold.

  “I promise! I promise!”

  I release my cheeks and Unit pulls out at a furious speed.

  “You could have Bobbitted me!”

  “Yeah, well, you could have drowned me.”

  “I would never do any such thing.”

  “Neither would I.”

  “Sometimes I think you are completely untrainable, Ms. Lime.” Unit pulled a lever and we are swept down a tube and deposited in his hot tub two stories down.

  Chapter 17

  As we lay cuddling in Unit’s hot tub, I find the courage to broach the subject.

  “Unit, why won’t you let me touch your butt?”

  “Because I don’t want you to. No one touches my butt. Not anymore.” He sniffs as if he has said the final word on the subject.

  “But, you just butt fucked the hell out of me.”

  “Yes. And you didn’t seem to have a problem with it. I do.”

  “But, why?”

  “Let’s just say I had some issues with my father when I was young.”

  “Has that got anything to do with why you were calling me a boy when you were butt fucking me?”

  “I was?” Unit’s eyes look distant. “I didn’t realize that. And yes, I suppose it is connected. Subject closed.”

  “But…”

  “Subject closed, Ms. Lime!” Unit gives me the eye that warns punishment may be in order.

  “Oh, alright. Have your secrets. Keep your butt to yourself. But, I lay claim to your love silo.”

  “Do you, now?” Unit lets his silo surface from the beneath the water so we can both admire it.”

  “The silo was in danger of being crushed earlier.”

  “I would n
ever crush your silo. Your silo holds the grain that feeds my existence.”

  “Just remember, Ms. Lime, it’s feed grain, not seed grain.”

  “You’ve assured yourself of that, Master. Green.”

  I reach over to pet the silo and Unit splashes me away.

  “Not yet, Nasty. I’m still recovering from your assault.”

  “My assault?” I splash him back. “You butt fuck me for ten laps around the building and call my 20 second caress an assault?”

  “Ha! You nearly cleave my favorite appendage clean off my body and call it a caress?!” Unit splashes me again, really kicking his palm into the water to send up a forceful spray.

  This leads to a vigorous water war. I don’t think Unit is playing. He is very aggressive. But, he’s met his match. I am determined to win! We are flipping and flapping and giggly about like a pair of otters.

  Then, as I jam my fist into the water for a good splash to the face, Unit rolls over to protect his face – and my fist slides clean up his butt! And I mean “up.” There is literally no resistance. This must be the world’s widest Hershey Highway. Unit groans in what is unmistakably pleasure.

  I pump my fist in and out several times, Unit squirming in obvious ecstasy.

  “You’ve been a very, very bad boy.”

  “I know, Daddy. Make me pay for it.”

  And make him pay, I do, fisting aggressively away as he seems about to explode in sheer, erotic delight. Finally, he blows his wad and collapses into a quivering heap.

  It takes several minutes for Unit to pull himself together. Then, he stands up and without looking at me, slips on a towel.

  “Never. Ever. Do. That. Again.” He leaves the bathroom in a huff. And never returns. There’s no sign of Michael Caine. I decide to try my luck in the parking garage. Fortunately, there’s a car in the elevator with the keys still in the ignition. I drive myself home wondering if I’ll ever see Unit again.

  Chapter 18

  My Partridge Family Bus is parked at my apartment when I get home. I don’t want to face Kath and her questions (okay, as a valley girl, all her comments sound like questions, but I know if I see her tonight she will ask me actual questions that demand answers), so I curl up on a seat inside the bus and cry myself to sleep.

  When I awake in the morning, I am cold and stiff and I’ve shat my pants. I drag myself inside. Surprisingly, Kath is already up. She’s never up this early. Damn.

  “Um, like, hi? I, like, didn’t hear you drive up?”

  “Oh…I sat in the car for awhile. Thinking.”

  “Did you, like, read about Unitarian in the newspaper?”

  “No. When did you start reading the paper?”

  “I, like, didn’t. But, like someone told Fabio and Fabio told me?”

  “About what?” I was really too tired for this and I needed to get to the shower before I started leaking feces from Unit’s jeans. This will be one pair I won’t be giving back to him.

  “The paper, like, says that Unit has been sexting under the table during important meetings? And he’s, like, screwed up a like, HUGE merger and, like, some other important shit?”

  “Oh.”

  “So, like, aren’t you worried that Unit is, like, ruining his company?”

  “I’m more worried that Unit probably isn’t going to call me again. I think we might have broken up.”

  “Are you, like, gonna be all right?”

  “I’ll be fine. I just need a shower.” I trudge toward the bathroom. “How are you and Fabio doing?”

  I hear a head bonking against our kitchen table. Fabio and Kath simultaneously yell, “fine!” Damn. I didn’t realize Fabio was under there. I hurry to clean myself up. I could hear Kath talking to Fabio.

  “Wow. Nasty, like, smells bad.”

  “Unitarian probably butt fucked her last night. She’ll tighten back up again.”

  “You are, like, so insightful? You know that? Oooo, you just, like make me want to….” I could hear Kath slip down off her chair and hit the kitchen floor. I turned on the shower to block out the sound.

  Chapter 19

  When I get out of the shower, Michael Caine is at the door.

  “Good morning, mum! You should wear a towel more often. Suits you.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Caine. Are you here to pick up the car?”

  “Oh, no, mum. Mr. Green has already had the owner’s papers transferred to your name. I’m just delivering this box from Mr. Green.”

  “Oh. Thanks.”

  I took the package, but Caine still lingered at the door.

  “Is there something else, Mr. Caine?”

  “Oh, I was just hoping to have a peek, mum.”

  I put down the package and gave Caine a quick frontal flash of what was under the towel. He looked a little embarrassed and continued to stand in the doorway.

  “Mr. Caine?”

  “A peek in the package, mum. I wasn’t sure if they put in the extra set of keys to the car.”

  “Oh.” How embarrassing. I flushed as I opened the box and rustled through the contents. “Yes, they’re in here, Mr. Caine.”

  “Thanks, mum…for, eh, everything.”

  “You’re very welcome, Mr. Caine.”

  “I’ll look forward to seeing you again soon. then? Have a good morning.” He gave me a knowing wink and was off. A good man, that Caine.

  Chapter 20

  Unit came by to see me the next day.

  “I want to control you.” Christian’s green eyes darkened.

  “I don’t want to be controlled.” I whispered breathlessly and flushed.

  “Just let me beat you up a little bit.” Christian’s eyes softened. “It won’t hurt. You’ll like it.”

  “What if I don’t?” I raised my eyebrows and blanched.

  “You will.” Christian murmured as he nuzzled my neck.

  “Why haven’t you beaten me up yet?” I look at him quizzically.

  “Because I’m afraid you’ll leave and I’ll never see you again.” Christian sighed.

  “Why would I leave you if it doesn’t hurt and I like it?” I hoped Christian could see what I was getting at.

  “Because you’ll realize how fucked up I am.” Christian’s eyes darkened again and he pulled away.

  “But, I know how fucked up you are, you idiot.” I tried hard not to roll my eyes.

  Unit gave me that look.

  “I mean, I know how fucked up you are, Master, you idiot, you.” My inner slut wondered if he’d punish me in some deliciously sexual way.

  “Then, let’s go play the sadistic bondage games I’m into.” Unit put his hand down my pants, rubbed it against my twat, then pulled it out and licked it.

  “Okay. But, not right now. I, um, I’m enjoying having a billionaire boyfriend. I want that to last a few more days. Let’s do your bondage thing on Tuesday.”

  “Tuesday. Whatev, dollface.”

  “Tuesday, baby.”

  Chapter 21

  On Tuesday, Unit picks me up in his Bondage Mobile. It’s a recreation vehicle outfitted especially for his own particular kind of recreation.

  “I guess you’re not going to waste any time getting down to business.” I blanche.

  “No, as soon as I park this mother, I’m going to do to you what I’ve been dreaming of doing since I first saw your hairly little cunt splayed across the floor of my office.” I flushed. Crap. He could see my twat that day?

  Unit eased the RV into a parking spot not far from my apartment. “Now, take your vagina off the parking brake so I can secure this thing. We don’t want to be rolling down the road while we’re in a compromising position.”

  “I have the brake all warmed up for you.” I slid up and off. It was quite slippery.

  “Doubtless you’re all warmed up, too.”

  My breath hitched at his look.

  “That’s my job, you know, Nasty. Warming you up. Now, I’ll be forced to warm up your behind instead. I shouldn’t have to be jealous of my dam
n parking brake.”

  “But, that’s what you really want to do, isn’t it?” I flushed. Crap. This was going to be the real thing tonight, wasn’t it?

  “Yes. I spank, Ms. Lime. It’s what I do. It’s what turns me on more than anything else. Without spanking, no relationship is fulfilling for me.” Unit’s green eyes had a glint I’d never seen before.

  “I guess we might as well get on with it then. The suspense is just making it worse.”

  “It won’t be bad, Nasty. You’ll like it. Won’t knowing you’re giving me immeasurable pleasure bring you some fulfillment?” His voice was soft, comforting.

  “Your pleasure at my pain. It’s just weird. Won’t knowing you’re hurting me give you some, uh, sorrow?”

  “I told you, it won’t hurt.”

  “Whatev. Let’s get it over with.”

  “Come here then.”

  I walked over to Unit. He settled on a sort of sex bench in the back of the RV, pulled my pants down and leaned me over his knee.

  “Now, each time I slap your lovely little bottom, you say: ‘I’m sorry, I’ve been a bad boy.’”

  “Is that really necessary?” Unit gave me the look. “Uh, Master?”

  “Yes.” Unit’s voice was firm. He rubbed my behind gently, slipping his fingers up my butthole a bit, then slapped me. Hard!

  “Ow!”

  “That was not the correct response, Nasty Lime.” Unit’s voice was stern.

  “I’m sorry, Master, I’ve been a bad boy.” I whimpered.

  Unit slapped my bottom again, almost as hard. “The ‘Master’ was a nice touch.”

  “Thank you, Master, but I’ve still been a bad boy.”

  Unit slapped me the hardest yet. Was going off script making him angry? “I’m sorry, Master, I’ve been a bad boy.”

  “Better.” Unit mumbled, then slapped me hard, but with slightly less force than the last time.

  “I’m sorry, Master, I’ve been a bad boy.” The slaps were consistent now. And so was my response. I dared not vary from the script.

  “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, young man?” Unit’s voice was still stern. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I hadn’t been given the script for this part. But, after about a dozen spanks, this had to be the end, didn’t it?