Club_PG

[The_PG]

*I can feel the change. Once again your asshole tightens up. With relish I pound just it, allowing your internal organs to settle again. Only penetrating enough to loosen your muscles once again, before driving deep inside of you and holding myself there. Not letting any part of your return to it's normalcy just yet.*

Of course maybe you just can't help it. Maybe it's just part of you... But I don't think so. You're different.

*Slowly I extract my cock, but this time I don't exit all the way. Instead I get to where the head is just inside before thrusting all the way back up into you bowels and holding myself there as I whisper to you. Below, my hand is lightly rubbing the lips to your pussy. Sliding them back and forth and consciously avoiding your clit the more i talk of your arousal.*

You actually need something sexy to turn you on, right? Not just this steady...

*I pull out, and pound back within you.*

Raping.

 

[Britwitch]

Of course maybe you just can't help it. Maybe it's just part of you... But I don't think so. You're different...You actually need something sexy to turn you on, right? Not just this steady...

I have been whining the whole time, my pussy going against everything I though possible, my hips bucking but are they trying to pull away or get closer...I can no longer tell...

Raping.

A scream as you plunge back into me, my body lost in a world of unfamiliar sensations, all threatening to overwhelm me.
Terror rising in my veins that to be raped, to be taken so harshly, might turn my body on in some strange, uncontrollable way...

Please...please, no...

My voice soft and pleading, unsure if my body can take much more...

 

[The_PG]

*I laugh and it sounds much more insane then I intended, but I really can't help myself. I push in deep and now begin to move rapidly, pounding your ass with short strokes that don't come out, but that go as deeply as i can fit them. I growl into your ear as you beg.*

Please yes...

*I whisper mockingly, my finger just barely brushing over your clit. Not really touching it. Just giving you the impression that I am.*

You enjoy being raped cunt. Deal with it.

*You don't want to deal with anything at the moment. I can tell, but your mind is forcing your body to react in ways that it really should not. Not with the way I am tearing you ass into little pieces of raw meat. I feel a slight tingle in my cock where a bit of skin burn has started to form. It is easy for me to ignore with the whimpers and soft groans you are making. It is the terror giving you a heightened sense of things. Like a paranoia you are feeling things that are not truly there. Like your arousal. Nothing like this should make you feel good, but it does.*

You have permission to cum, bitch.

*It's not very subtle, but it's enough for your paranoia to pick up on. I can imagine the train of thought in your head; I can come? But, I don't wanna. Oh fuck! I feel you tighten around my cock, and before you can say a word your body explodes. Your ass and bowels are milking me for all their worth, and I push through the straining, vibrating muscles to deposit my cum into your intestines. I know you feel it too, because you cum again. Ripping myself away before you can react I hop lightly out of the tub and begin drying off. Not even looking at your as I catch your blue eyes searching for... Something, reason? A compliment? Anything?*

See you next time cunt.

*That's all I say as I walk out of the room.*

 

[fuckmeat]

I walk into the club wearing a long coat, which I check at the door. This leaves me in nothing but killer heels and the marks he left on me the last time. Seeing nobody in the lobby I take the lift to the seventh floor. He will know I am here and I will wait there till he has a use for me. I exit the lift on all fours, ass swaying high in the air. No sounds of suffering reach me, so there is nothing here that I will interrupt. I move out of the lift and then turn to face it, kneeling with my legs parted and my holes exposed to him. Almost as an afterthought, I crawl to his equipment table and select and O gag, which I buckle tightly around my head before returning to kneel before the lift and wait for him.

 

[The_PG]

*I pause briefly at the bar to check upon Jack and make sure he's not totally fucking up. He isn't. I grab a liter of water and pour some of it on my head before sliding a hand through my hair, it spikes instantly in short lengths. I ride the elevator up to the seventh floor and by the time I arrive my breathing has returned mostly to normal, but my cheeks and nose are red and my athletic shirt is soaked through.*

You're late cunt.

*I say the words in passing as I walk almost completely by you, but at the last second my hand shoots out to snatch your hair and drag you directly backward until I shove you the last two feet into the wall.*

Sit up. You put that gag in? Well then, I guess I'll use it.

*With no more preamble I push my hips forward, grinding my soaked through shorts and sweaty boxers into your face.*

Get me out, and hurry.

 

[fuckmeat]

He's impossibly tall to me as he exits the elevator. I cry out as he pulls me back by the hair. The only sounds I'm capable of making right now are animalistic. He slams his crotch into my face and I wonder idly whether he's ever been able to fuck a woman without holding some part of himself back. I pull him swiftly but carefully free, as instructed. I'm shaking with fear and excitement as I lift and angle his rapidly hardening cock, guiding it into the O gag for him.

My back is still against the wall. This isn't going to be pretty. I haul in a deep breath of air.

 

[The_PG]

*I slam myself forward, but it appears casual as I swig a mouthful of water. I don't make a sound as my cock full of blood quickly hardens and pops into your throat. I stand there sipping water as my hips rock forwards and back; hardly ever removing my cock from deep in your throat. Mostly just barely clearing into the back of your mouth before thrusting forward again.*

Touch yourself cunt, rub your hard little clit and put two fingers in your ass.

*I'm speaking to the ceiling apparently, as I frown while I notice the blood stains up there. Someone isn't cleaning properly, and how the fuck did they get there anyways?*

 

[fuckmeat]

There is nothing in my world but his cock, which is what I needed. I snatch fractions of breaths whenever he pulls back. Its not enough but then he doesn't intend for it to be. My throat gurgles and retches on him as my hands reach downwards. Two small fingers work their way into my tiny asshole while two more set to work rubbing my clit. My back arches and my throat opens in a silent moan for him, which only lets him cram himself deeper. The euphoria of asphyxia washes over me, my cunt already soaking. I scissor the two fingers in my ass, in tandem with the reflexive swallows of my throat at the other end.

 

[The_PG]

*Looking down impassively I see that you are quickly getting turned on, but i've come to expect that. I suddenly slip my cock out and replace it with the bottle of water. Draining all that is left down your throat. And now that you have something to gag up, I push my cock deep down your throat again, only rocking it slightly so that your throat remembers I'm deep inside of it.*

This is just the beginning. You know better than to be late.

*I need not remind you about asking to cum. I told you to play with yourself. The difference between that and climaxing is very huge. I push my hips forward until the back of your head is against the wall, and there I hold it patiently until I feel the warming water dripping out of your nose.*

 

[fuckmeat]

My eyes are so choked with tears that I don't even see the bottle of water coming. I'm trying to take a breath as the cold liquid hits, filling my throat and trickling into my lungs, making me retch obscenely as your cock surges forwards again. Once you fill my throat the only place the water can go is out through my nose and I'm forced to expel it that way, my face going purple from suffocation. It feels like I'm drowning. Reflexively, my hands leave my pussy and ass and start shoving against your thighs, trying to push you off of me.

My tear streaked eyes are apologetic, but I lack the self control and the trust now to cease fighting you and go back to preparing my other two holes.

 

[The_PG]

*I don't quite have the angle to remain where I was, but neither can you push me all the way out of your mouth. I think that is what makes more upset then anything else. In a flash my hand comes down from the side and blasts against your ear. The violent cuff is designed to knock you over, and it does so rapidly. I gaze down at my toes, and wiggle them before looking up at you.*

Clean them off.

*You don't do a very good job with that gag in your mouth, and that sets my mood back a bit further. I turn around without looking at you and gaze at the opposing wall. The tools of my trade hang from long nails. Nails... I grin to myself, and begin walking toward the wall, then stop halfway between it and you. To turn and say.*

I want to see a trail across this entire floor cunt. Lick it clean, and hurry.

*I go to the wall, and begin preparing what I need. The moment the cross is ready I take a few long nails and drop them in rubbing alcohol. The hammer too, just in case, by the time I'm finished you've arrived, but not seen anything but the cross and cuffs that beckon to you.*

Lie on your back bitch. You're going to do this right.

*After tightly cinching in your wrists and ankles to the thick wooden blocks that make the cross (that is lying flat on the ground) I stand by your head and look at your upside down form. This time i use a carton of sweet cream, and slowly fill your mouth several times until you've swallowed a good half of it. I tease the head of my cock around your lips, before shoving it inside of you and down your throat.*

 

[fuckmeat]

I hate feet, anybody's feet and even his. Nevertheless I do as he asks because I'm still reeling from the knowledge that I tried to defy him. I know damn well I'm pay for that sometime soon. I follow him across the floor, trying to lick it enough that he won't accuse me of missing a spot without falling too far behind him and pissing him off. When I make it to the cross I get on it without a second thought... well, till he cinches my cuffs savagely tight anyway.

He pours cream into my mouth and then resumes fucking my throat. Now he is unimpeded by my stupid attempts to make him stop. My body begins to shake violently as my head spins again and my lungs heave emptily, raising my torso from the cross in their desperation.

I don't have to close my eyes to see the smug smile that must be on his face.

 

[The_PG]

*At this angle I can see your throat bulge with every thrust. That only makes me harder and more determined to reach beneath your clavicle, and even though I know that will never happen it doesn't stop my from trying. I grunt as my cock gets stuck for a moment, and I have to forcefully remove it. Stopping I bend down until I'm staring into your upside down, tearful, heaving face. My hand drift to your nipples, and I squeeze them; twisting slowly.*

Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in, cunt?

*I allow saliva to gather in my mouth, before making fish lips and allowing it to dribble into your wide open receptacle.*

Do you have any idea about what I've been dreaming of lately?

 

[fuckmeat]

When his cock gets stuck it feels like he's going to rip my throat out with it. I heave air in over ravaged, swollen, painful flesh as he admires his handiwork. The nipples twists barely affect me, so wired am I on adrenaline and endorphins. Even his questions fail to have the full impact that they should. I shake my head in the negative but the reality is that his thought processes are not my concern. Enduring everything he actually dishes out is where my whole focus lies.

He could have been dreaming of anything lately, to speculate would be foolish in the extreme. I admire his features, unmoved by the degrading gesture he makes in spitting into my mouth. I'm beyond all that headfuckery now, nothing but so many orifices.

Or so I still think.

 

[The_PG]

*The star struck on your face actually impresses me for a moment, but only impresses me about myself. I haven't made you catatonic for sometime now. It's something I muse on for a little while before going to get two nails and a hammer. I bring them over and grin down into your face as I set all three items on your chest. Then i remove my soaked and sweaty shirt shirt, and drape it over your face. I take a nail, and the hammer. Place it carefully and...*

BANG! BANG!

*Two massive concussions land right by your ear. Digging the nail into the wood at the base of your skull. Tacking the shirt to the cross. I repeat the process on the other side effectively blindfolding you and holding your head still against the wooden beam. I take whatever is left of the milk and pour it down your throat, and rapidly follow it with my cock, slamming against your gag reflex as quickly as i can.*

 

[fuckmeat]

The sounds I make as I'm blindfolded and pinned so violently could be either very positive or very negative. Not even I know whether I'm begging for mercy or goading him. The last thing I see before the world goes black is his psychotic grin. The milk doesn't wholly surprise me but it's a shock as the cold liquid boils down my raw throat. Then he's raping it all over again, slamming himself into me with renewed vigour.

I tolerate it for a short while longer but soon my lungs are screaming. My upper body arches upwards and my legs kick and flail. In an even crueller twist, all that does is expend the air I have even faster. My body eventually settles into a violent shuddering, my feet kicking erratically, fists balling in the cuffs.

The terror is incredible, but I still have faith that he will read my vitals correctly and pull out. He's never liked it when I pass out on him, no matter how much I couldn't help it. He likes me conscious. He needs me alert and suffering for him.

My pussy is flooding and it's getting harder to find the conscious focus to hold my orgasm back. Once I black out all bets will be off, my body will crunch helplessly into climax and I won't even be around to enjoy it.

Perhaps that's today's mindfuck? Who the hell knows?

 

[The_PG]

*Well, this isn't the main event like your body is hoping it is, but the tension on your beautiful limbs stops me from racing through the preliminaries like I thought to do just before noticing the tremors. Especially between your thighs and along your belly. They are... Exceptional. I hold steady watching them, and then decide on a whim that you might be better off not taking your pleasure now, with what is going to happen. I pull back and stand up.*

*I walk away quietly and retrieve the bucket of rubbing alcohol, filled with the hammer and nails I will really be using the way they were meant to be used. I place the bucket by your right wrist, and then walk away to carefully scrub my hands clean. Even cleaning under the fingernails with a toothbrush. When I return I see that you've settled down finally.*

I've been dreaming of killing you again, cunt.

*I speak frankly as I remove the cuff from your wrist and carefully bath your arm in alcohol.*

My dreams, will be your reality.

*My knee presses with all of my weight against your palm; holding your wrist still. I place the edge of the nail on your wrist and with one powerful swing send half of the long metal through your flesh and into the wood. It misses both bones, lodging between them carefully and missing your veins by inches. I strike again.*

 

[fuckmeat]

I'm so stunned when he pulls out and walks away that I almost forget to breathe. I can't turn my head to the side, so all the milk and thick saliva has to be forcibly expelled by me in such a way that it doesn't fall straight back down into my gag... ain't gonna happen. I eventually manage to swallow enough of the vile concoction that I can fill my lungs. I can hear water running but I can't focus on that right now. Nothing exists for me except the blessed air howling past my hot, torn flesh and into my lungs.

When he approaches again I take a deep breath, ready for more of the same abuse. It doesn't happen and then his voice, when he speaks, chills me to my core.

I've been dreaming of killing you again, cunt.

Oh shit. His tone is deadly serious. Metal scrapes against metal and I hear the slosh of liquid. What the fuck is he going to do to me now? Of course I can't ask him, though the high pitched sounds I make are as eloquent an enquiry as I can manage.

My dreams, will be your reality.

He uncuffs one of my wrists and cold liquid hits it. Now I can smell the alcohol and that means he's going to cut me. I try to tell myself that I can handle having my wrists carefully slashed to prove his point and then neatly stitched by one of his medics. A metal point presses into my wrist but it's central and it's not a blade. I get no further through that thought before the metal spike slams through my slim wrist.

The cry that rises up through my battered throat and the O gag is truly hideous. It should ricochet off these walls forever, warning every other silly bitch to run like hell. In reality, it vanishes into his state of the art soundproofing, just another irrelevant utterance from a worthless piece of meat.

A disposable piece of meat.

I'm shaking violently, well on the way to going into shock. My violent shaking makes the pain worse. I can feel the hot blood welling and spilling from my arm, spewing out forcefully at the speed of my racing heart. Did he hit a major vein? A fucking artery? Can his medics even patch up arteries?

An ice cold sweat douses my body. Nobody is going to try and bring me back this time.

 

[The_PG]

*I lift me knee off your palm for the last blow that pushes the wide head into your skin firmly; trapping your arm with finality. I step back; admiring my handiwork with a satisfied grunt. The way your body shakes and those violent noises you make is keeping my cock hard without a second thought. I take the bucket, hammer, and move to the other side of your body. My gaze lingers on the blood that is trickling down from your wrist. Carefully observing the volume, and noting it is nothing too great yet. The way your fingers spider is cute.*

You may die today cunt. Do you have any last words?

*I ask softly as I undo your other wrist and let it go. The way it waves, unsure of what to do makes me laugh a short bark out. I snatch it, and place it against the wood. Before you can answer my question I hammer the nail into your wrist. This time I don't stop until it's fully embedded. I stand up, walk to straddle your and carefully take out the O-gag.*

Well, cunt?

 

[fuckmeat]

The second blow causes me almost as much pain as the first. I buck and cry out, my hand spasming, my whole arm to the shoulder going rigid for a long, agonising moment.

You may die today cunt. Do you have any last words?

I hear him rise and move to the other side of me, where he removes the other cuff. I want to yank my arm away from him but only get halfway through the motion before the greater fear of angering him while he's in this savage temper gains the ascendancy and makes me hesitate. He laughed at me and caught my arm, pinning and impaling it with no hesitation. Of course I screamed, but even I couldn't muster another cry as epic as that first one. My voice breaks, leaving the guttural moan half done. I'm convulsing gently as he straddles me and takes out the O gag.

Well, cunt?

The words are so hoarse, pained and strangled that I'll be surprised if he understands me at all.

What did I do? How did I fail you?

And then, against my better judgement.

I don't want to die.

 

[The_PG]

*Without a flinch of my facial muscles I reply, after setting the gag down on your chest and peeling the shirt off of your face. I hold up your head with your hair and force you to look right in my emotionless eyes. There is no poignant moment, no dramatic music, no over-the-top speech. I speak simply and quickly.*

You were late. Then you pushed back.

*That's it. I know the simplicity amazes you, but it make me laugh the way your eyes widen.*

That's it.

*My fingers suddenly dig into the pits of your arms. Tickling you violently and watching you attempt to pull the nails out of the solid wood. They don't even budge before you are once again reduced to a screaming wreck.*

Careful.

*I nod at your right wrist, where you managed to nick one of the veins. The deep red blood is now pooling on the floor. I stand up with the hammer in my hand and move down to your feet. A sudden urge comes over me, I stop, twist slightly, and ram the smooth handle of the hammer up your cunt. Banging against your cervix, and immediately fucking you steadily with it. Meanwhile, my free hand tickles your ribs, seeing just how much damage i can get you to do to yourself.*

 

[fuckmeat]

I find it impossible to believe after everything I've suffered for him, that those two lapses would be enough. This comes down to what he wants. It wouldn't have mattered whether I fucked up or not, he would have found an excuse.

My torn voicebox isn't capable of laughter, so when he tickles me what he gets is a high disturbing, broken chuckle. My body reacts more violently though, causing my more harm. I've always been super-ticklish.

Careful.

I feel the wrench in my wrist before I can bear to look. The blood's pouring more freely. This is it then, he will make me rip myself apart and laugh while I do so. That is a level of fucked up even I wouldn't have thought him capable of.

He turns away and for a moment I panic that he's going to put nails through my ankles as well. Instead he turns and crams the hammer handle up my cunt, ripping through the delicate tissue and raping it with all the inhuman strength in his well muscled arm. I scream again and am forced to stay still and take it. Fighting him will rip my arms open.

Bastard!

The word is out before I can stop it and of course my ruined throat manages to pronounce it intelligibly. I close my eyes and brace myself, unable to fathom what else he could possibly do. I find myself wanting to die. To end this.

If he doesn't want me alive, then neither do I.

 

[The_PG]

*The word shocks me, my eyes narrow and darken. You know that is about the biggest reaction I will give when I am in this mood. My fingers curl around the hammer head, and push the hilt of the wood deeper inside of your until something lurches and breaks. I push until I see your eyes beginning to roll inside of your skull. Then I rip it out. It's covered in blood and I lick it. I know that time is running out.*

That was a mistake.

*I point the hammer at your mouth, and you know I wasn't talking about the fucking hammer.*

Fuck you.

*I reach over and grab both of your wrists. I'm leaning over staring into your eyes. With a grunt I lift, pulling the nails and their wide heads clean through your arms with inhuman strength. The clean holes through your wrists spew blood violently. I place your fingers around my neck. My knees part your thighs, and I thrust my cock deep inside; the slick blood enabling me to slide easily. I begin fucking you mercilessly. I fuck you until i cum. Not caring about your pleasure, but whether from an orgasm or loss of blood your wrists slip from around my neck. That's the last straw.*

Goodbye, cunt.

*I stand and swing the hammer; bringing it down directly on your ribcage. Puncturing it with a crackle.*

 

[Britwitch]

Anxiously I step out of the elevator and onto the seventh floor. It's eerily quiet and still.
My fingers drop to play with the hem of my skirt as I walk away from the now closed doors and onto the floor.
Eyes wide as I look around, my long dark hair tied into pigtails and my heels echoing on the floor...

 

[The_PG]

*I'm washing my hands of blood. Whoes? It doesn't matter to you.*

Hello brit. Fuck any teachers today, like I told you to?

*I ask the question lightly. Like it's the most normal thing in the world. Then I approach you, drying my stained hands until I'm right in front of you. Waiting impatiently for an answer. I'm dressed in jeans, but missing my shirt. I'm also in need of a shave, but i decide quickly that I will have to put it off for now. This troubled young girl has wandered into the wrong place. Though, her eyes look vaguely familiar.*