Club_PG

[The_PG]

*Jack looks warily at me for two reasons. One, he thinks it disgusting. Two, he knows if he does it wrong and gets some of that shit on me it won't be much of a fight later. Sickly enough, I think that turns him on and when I'm sure of it as his cock grows and hardens, I laugh. I didn't know there were two perverted masochists here at this moment, but I suppose you can still be a masochist and not a pussy. At least he tries to fight back. You on the other hand, you're just taking it with blood, saliva, sweat, and a bit of puke smeared over your face. I doubt you hardly even notice it; what with the pills you took and the fucking we are giving you.*

I think I might be wrong...

*The whispered words reach your ears, but I'm not entirely sure if they reach you as Jack takes over your head with his violent hands. One encircles your throat and the other covers your mouth while pinching your nose. He doesn't want you spilling on me, but it looks like he doesn't want you to ever breath again. I place a hand on your bitten shoulder and use it to keep you from falling over backward as Jack is pulling you somewhat in this precarious hold he has you in. My other hand is on your hip. It's bruised, from me digging in deeply enough to lift and drop you with only my one strong arms.*

Perhaps I don't know how depraved you really are...

*I whisper the words over Jacks elbow and your reaction is beautiful. Tightening on both of of us, but I realize this may be because of Jack's unrelenting hold, still my words did reach you slightly sooner, and I know how much you love to hear me say this.*

I didn't know you were such a filthy, disgusting, dirty, pig of a cunt. You'll do anything to get your fucking rocks off. Drinking your own puke, letting Jack drink your blood, fucking two cocks while everybody watches. Getting me angry.

*The last words come out in a hiss, and finally I get a reaction as you stare into my eyes.*

If you ever use drugs again, without me telling you to, I'm going to turn you into a junkie that sells her asshole for a dollar and her pussy for a penny in order to score. I know you're a depraved slut, but the fact is you won't even feel a thing once I'm finished with you. You'll be so strung out you won't even know how to cum. Do you understand me?

*Finally seeing fear in your eyes pushes me over the edge. I cum inside of you without giving you any commands. After I step back I see Jack beginning to jackhammer inside of your ass. I lock my eyes on yours through the midst and mouth the one word you want to hear.*

Cum.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Strolling into the empty club I giggle to myself. And leave a note posted for PG's favorite girls.

Dear All,

PG has been enjoying the hospitality of the Federal Government, as in he's been at bootcamp, but he sends his best to all!

Kisses,
Aus

I am sure he'll be free soon and I am sure he'll have a laugh after seeing this. I stroll out to the empty night with a small laugh.

 

[The_PG]

*Walks in slowly. The almost metallic click of my thick rubber low-quarters echoing about the empty, cobwebbed, dusty, and dark club. I bend at the waist so that the hem of my deep blue trench coat does not brush against the dusty floor I pick the note up and read it. A small smile flickers across my face. I crumble the note in my hand and gently kick the dust where her shoe left a mark.*

Time to get to work boys... Get this place cleaned up, and find them.

*Flicks a lighter, and inhales deeply.*

Find them all and bring their asses here.

 

[fuckmeat]

lands unceremoniously on the floor of the club lobby, bound and scared. takes in the shoes and the hem of a blue trench coat through tear streaked eyes that soften and lose their crazed gleam as I realise where I've been taken. After a few fevered heartbeats and a breathless sob fresh terror lances through me... for entirely different reasons.

He was dangerous enough before he went away to learn how to kill people

 

[The_PG]

*Not even a hair moves as she is dropped in front of me. I stare down at her with cold eyes that only adjust for the lack of light rather then emotion or feeling. I look back up and give a curt nod, they know to leave and continue getting things ready. My leather gloves squeak as my knuckles interlock and then relax with my shoulders. I quickly remove my overcoat and give my dress coat a quick tug to make sure it is straight.*

Hello female..

*The gloves come off, along with the hat, and both are quickly followed by the dress coat which I hang neatly over my overcoat in order to keep it dust free. I turn sharply, heels clicking together before I am standing over her and leaning, my tight shirt straining the way it is supposed to.*

Miss me, did ya?

*My fingers graze over your cheek, pushing back your hair briefly to allow our eyes to meet.*

 

[fuckmeat]

as usual, there is nothing in his tone to give away his mood. the sound of him removing clothing goes through me, even though he remains fully dressed. his immaculate appearance only serves to make me feel even more dishevelled and dirty as I tremble at his feet

his touch on my cheek is electric, the scent of his skin, the presence of him. my face turns towards his fingers but he tilts it upwards, pushing back my thick red curls, making me ache for him to clench his fist. my eyes when they meet his are liquid pools of naked lust, already devoid of reason

Miss me, did ya?

my pale face and throat blush scarlet. I did more than miss him. I pined. I ached. I couldn't write, couldn't masturbate, couldn't keep a salacious thought in my head. My mind tortured me with fevered dreams, exquisite nightmares that faded with the morning sun till I couldn't remember anything that happened... only how he made me feel.

I never want him to leave again.

He will.

I could tell him all of this... but he would laugh in my face. And right now after such a long absence, that cruel chuckle of his would probably make me cum.

Yes, I missed you.

I croak the words out through dry lips, terror does that to a girl. I want him to own me, to beg for a collar or some other symbol of possession. But this is not a man who burdens himself with ownership, not when he can take what I give freely and then leave, unfettered. He could and does have any woman his eye falls upon.

And I am already his, body and soul. I need no collar, tattoo, branding or cage while I am obsessively infatuated with him, in a prison of my own making.

No walls.

And no door.

 

[The_PG]

*Glowing windows. Magnifying glasses into the soul is what they are, and all I see is some third world piece of shit shrine with a crappy picture of me surrounded by candy, plastic colored beads, and cow balls. Not literally, but you get the fucking picture. It is NOT enough. Not nearly enough. My fingers slide slowly, almost tenderly through her hair until I can get a good handful, and then I squeeze as I stand. Pulling her to her feet by her hair and ripping several strands of the beautiful mess out with it.*

That wasn't very convincing, female.

*I can't hold back my emotion at this point, and the contempt in my voice is obvious. I've just seen your room, and it is filled with silly wrinkled posters with my face in various costumes, none of which I like, and none of which are the uniform I wear with pride. It's that bad. I don't hate you, yet, but I hate this feeling I am beginning to acquire. Like a sixth sense, it is just sort of growing on me.*

So, allow me to convince you... Of how much you've missed me.

*Without a sound I spin on my heels, letting go of you and keeping my balance easily. As I turn my hands grasp a wooden coat hanger. It is thick, but I still manage to break it across your shoulder blades. With a growl I look at the weak wood and toss it away, but as I approach you I realize the large splinters it burst into could be fun. Picking one up as I kneel next to you I whisper.*

Do you remember, yet?

*Sharply I bury the wood into your thigh, as deep as it will go, before twisting it slowly as I wait for an answer.*

 

[fuckmeat]

there's a change in him. he's fundamentally different. i never really knew him because nobody does but now he seems like a stranger. that he could look into my eyes and not see the pain his absence has caused me is just impossible. but he's regarding me with total disgust as he yanks me up to my feet

That wasn't very convincing, female.

my eyes glaze and brim even as my cunt pulses at being on the receiving end of such utter contempt. it could be that it amuses him to make me feel this way, to suffer like this. it could also be that he's entirely serious and this new him doesn't want me any more. he never needed me. he doesn't need anyone.

the uniform makes him seem taller, that and the weight he has dropped, making him leaner, harder and even more dangerous. my knees won't lock properly, making me shorter still

So, allow me to convince you... Of how much you've missed me.

he lets go of me and I'm tensing for a blow, trying to get my legs to hold me up. the wood shattering across my back sends me to my knees, landing on the hard floor and doubling over in pain and shock, crying out.

i flinch as the remains of the coathanger hit the floor and then listen with mounting trepidation as the unmistakeable sound of him picking up a shard of wood reaches my ears. i can't make myself lift my eyes from the floor and to try it would incur even more wrath from him. i know without question that i've failed and disappointed him somehow but with the instinctive certainty that a disgraced dog has when its master is displeased, reading his emotions but totally unable to comprehend what it has done wrong.

Do you remember, yet?

I scream as the wood gouges into my flesh, tears spilling from my eyes now to splash down onto my tiny, heaving tits. i begin to shake uncontrollably, only increasing the searing pain. he twists the splintered wood and my gut twists with it as a harsher, more guttural groan is wrung from my body. i swallow hard, correctly deducing that vomiting will not impress my beloved nemesis. when i feel it is safe to speak, the words come out on hard sobs

"I missed you every second Sir! I need you so much! I'm sorry! I pined so hard! I couldn't think, couldn't write, couldn't cum. Please! I'm sorry! I missed you so fucking much you fucking bastard!"

not even I know what I'm apologising for or what I'm begging for. They're reflex responses to his obvious displeasure.

 

[The_PG]

There are almost too many things wrong with that ramblingly pathetic piece of shit that you just barfed out of your mouth you absofuckinglutely dumb piece of garbage! First, where the FUCK

*I twist the wood, and tilt it; hitting all new nerves and living flesh.*

Do you get off calling me a bastard? Second, you could write, you just chose not to post for me, you whiney piece of SHIT

*This time my other hand takes anther, much smaller piece of wood and pushes the entire nail like piece into your shoulder. I don't think I'll be able to get it out without a lot more cutting, and blood.*

Third...

*My hand slides between your legs. Gripping your entire pelvis area, grinding the flat of my palm into it powerfully.*

That's a good slut, calling me Sir. Cum now, you piece of trash.

 

[fuckmeat]

were I not bound, I would be trying to escape by now, which would be totally suicidal. as it is I buck and fight as much as my bonds allow me as he twists the wood into new flesh, spilling more hot blood. his words hit entirely different nerves because I do blame myself for not posting and do feel like a useless whiny bitch. Naturally, my shame and abjection make my cunt flood.

he gouges a new piece of wood into my shoulder, ramming it into my flesh with vicious satisfaction, his expression feral. it's actually his hand on my cunt that makes me scream though, because I'm fully convinced he's about to shove splinters into it. instead he presses hard, feeling my wet heat, confirming to himself that I'm more than depraved enough to enjoy this. 'enjoyment' is a very broad and multifaceted term for me.

That's a good slut, calling me Sir. Cum now, you piece of trash.

the unexpected positive reinforcement, combined with his permission are more than enough to send me crashing over the edge, bucking and spurting into his hand. my hard tits lift towards him as my back arches, a crimson trail of blood navigating the sweat dewing my alabaster skin to crest a bullet hard nipple.

Thankyou Sir!

I lift glazed, sated eyes to him and blink away the tears, hoping despite my agony that he will use me to get himself off.

 

[The_PG]

*I lean over and kiss you. Firmly on the lips. That is my 'you're welcome' for now.*

You've earned all of this.

*I whisper the words softly as my fingers creep back to the shard in your leg. I carefully take hold of it, before yanking it out without a care in the world. I keep it, not for a souvenir, but rather... Well, to push it back in again, and again, and again. Now I would never just stab like some petty thief. Twice more into her thigh, and a final thrust into her wrist, through both of them in fact, just another reason for her to stop trying to struggle free of those binds.*

*What she is saying or screaming does little to bother me. I turn her onto her stomach and stretch her hands above her head. Looking down to her cute little bubbly ass I give it a smack; covering it in a bloody hand print. Then I rub between her cheeks, covering the winking little hole in blood. Not to lube her up, just to keep things the same... Color... heh.*

Get ready bitch... Eight weeks? That means I'm not stopping until you're gone.

*My cock is iron hard, so hard that it's almost impossible to tilt at the right angle to enter you, but I manage and thrust through your tight asshole with ease. Deep into your bowels. No pussy fucking for you tonight. I just want mine. You've already had yours. Meanwhile I cover your shoulder with my hand, and begin using my nails to dig out the piece of wood I've left...*

Fucking hell... Damn thing won't come out!

*I pick another piece of wood up, and use it to open a nice little patch of skin so I can reach the blasted thing.*

 

[fuckmeat]

i return the kiss passionately and acknowledge the double edged truth of his words. I grimace as he pulls the splinter of wood from my leg and then yelp as it stabs through my skin again and again. He splits both my wrists open and only then do I fall quiet and still as it begins to dawn on me just how thoroughly he might be done with me. Perhaps he met some new girl who can take the shit I take and fill the all consuming black hole where his heart should be? Perhaps I've finally become superfluous... disposable.

He positions me where he wants me and then swats my ass, leaving it sticky with congealing blood. I don't even know how many wounds I have now, just that I'm suffused by pain to exclusion of virtually everything else. His bloody fingers smear my asshole and I know damn well what's going to happen next. My cunt is spent so it's going to be fucking painful too, no Agasms for this bitch tonight.

Get ready bitch... Eight weeks? That means I'm not stopping until you're gone.

Gone.

He busts my ass open and I swiftly decide that gone is preferable to remaining here. My ass burns and splits, eclipsing all my other agonies so that I don't even know how much blood I'm losing and how close to gone I might be. My screams descend into a low, guttural keening sound. All I can do is pray that after eight weeks cooped up with a bunch of guys he doesn't take too long to blow his load. He starts digging for the splinter in my shoulder but I don't have the breath or strength to protest, it's just washed into my vortex of pain.

I'm dimly aware that I'm pleading with him again but whether it's to stop or to quit pussying around and finish me off, even I couldn't say.

 

[The_PG]

*The iron strength lasts well through and past my first orgasm; which is a flood of pleasure for me, and another minor droplet of pain for her, just as she likes it. I only pause to catch my breath because of the intensity of the feelings exploding from my dick, not to mention the strangely large amount of fluid i release. Quite the back up. Fucking her asshole is harder than the other hole, it's tighter, and more prone to clenching. That is until something snaps as she hardly moves.*

I don't like fucking dolls, you stupid cunt. Wake the fuck up!

*I hiss into your ear, as I pull you up by what is left of your hair and twist your face until you are staring up at mine. I kiss your cheeks, and decide I need to give you something to wake up for. My voice drops it's loudness, but looses none of it's emotion that I was freely using.*

I missed you. I dreamed of you. I dreamed of this.

*My thrusts go from crazed, pleasure overdrive to slow delight. Taking full enjoyment of the pleasure I am receiving from your hole. I kiss you softly on the cheek, and then again on your bloody lips. Licking them clean gently before moving back to your ear to whisper.*

I won't be leaving again ever, and I'll always find you. No matter where you go, what black hole you try to crawl into, whatever dark closet you lock yourself, even if you try to escape into the void I will pull you back into my bright, burning hell. Do you understand me... Do you understand me?

*The last word is low and comes after, it is your name, and it rolls off my tongue just as sweetly as your bloody essence.*

 

[fuckmeat]

I missed you. I dreamed of you. I dreamed of this.

His words freeze me. I become perfectly still and look back at him, totally stunned. His kisses are fierce and unleash a torrent in me once I realise that he's actually serious. and not about to laugh at my gullibility. Instead of sobbing in pain, I weep. The pain becomes incidental to me, white noise in the background compared to the unprecedented things he is saying to me. I even arch and press my ass back to meet his thrusts, totally uncaring of the pain.

He senses the change in me and slows down, dragging me back into the vortex of sensation with every deep, hard thrust. I can feel every inch of him as his cock slides in and out possessively. I squirm a little but otherwise keep quiet, crying silently as he continues, whispering in my ear.

I won't be leaving again ever, and I'll always find you. No matter where you go, what black hole you try to crawl into, whatever dark closet you lock yourself, even if you try to escape into the void I will pull you back into my bright, burning hell. Do you understand me... Do you understand me?

*The last word is low and comes after, it is your name, and it rolls off my tongue just as sweetly as your bloody essence.*

Any other woman would be running screaming for the nearest police station but I could not be more moved. I turn towards his lips at my ear and kiss him, nibbling his jawline and murmuring his own name in reply, swiftly followed by 'Sir' so he doesn't abruptly change tack and beat the snot out of me for impertinence.

My ass ripples on his cock and I flex it consciously, suffering even further for him. I'm squirming in what cannot accurately be called pleasure but is certainly deep satisfaction.

 

[The_PG]

*I don't consider the whispered word and respectful ending to be out of live. A stupider, much more greatly retarded Sadist, Master, Sir, or any of the many titles I possess might have punished her, but I know better. Besides, the tightening of your asshole is almost more of a statement then the words themselves. I bet that shit burns, but it feels great as the powerful muscles tighten around my throbbing cock which is more than ready to burst. Finally, with a grunt, I hold myself tightly against your small frame; hulking over the bloody skin and torn tissue as I release everything I have inside of your bowels. It'll be swimming in there by the time I am finished, I can feel it, as my cock jerks again and again and spews more white cum then I've ever been used to.*

Goodnight cunt. Goodbye.

*As I finish inside of you I pull the nearest knife sized splinter and plunge it between your neck and shoulder; hitting one of many nerves. The pain alone sends you into one of your beautiful assgasms, but for once it is a little too much and your body shuts down. I stand up and call the doctor. You are bleeding a little too much, and then I head upstairs to my office to get cleaned up for the reopening... Time to get this place moving.*

Good morning cunt. Welcome back.

*I'm standing in the doorway of your own private room. You've healed, mostly, thanks to some incredible work by the doctors. Still there are scars that won't heal, but that isn't entirely a bad thing. Especially the one I ripped inside of you. I can see it, just the way you look at me it's different. A grin slips across my face as I remember what my purpose was for coming up here. To show you what my new toy is. Of course, you won't understand, but that doesn't matter. I still need my old toys too. Especially until before the new one is broken in properly.*

You don't need any of that anymore.

*I say, pointing to the tubes in your arms, and adding a nod at the robe you are wearing.*

Follow me.

*I don't need to check your loyalty, and I head to the elevator. By the time I have arrived I expect you to be naked, void of tubes and machines, and at my heel. You are. The door closes softly behind us. I turn as the elevator begins to move, and my eyes narrow at yours, I wait until you catch my gaze and step at you suddenly; giving you a slight push until you are backed into the wall. My fingers slide into your cunt, and narrow.*

Do you remember what was said before you went in there?

*There is something oddly important about the word remember, but I don't expect you to know why as we travel downwards.*

 

[fuckmeat]

The assgasm is indeed a huge one, sending me into delirious spasms. I awake to find Sir's doctors patching me up with brutal efficiency, though the quality opiates in my IV keep me from caring.

I wake once more to the sound of your voice. Seeing you in the doorway looking refreshed and energised is maddening given my grogginess and the state my body's still in.

You don't need any of that anymore.

I react swiftly as you stride away; ripping of monitoring equipment, pulling out my IV line and discarding my robe. Blood trickles above the crook of my elbow at the IV puncture site but it'll dry up soon. I enter the elevator without having time to wonder where we're going. In the interest of the tattered shreds of my sanity, I've trained myself not to speculate too much where you're concerned. I'm surprised though, as the lurch in my stomach tells me we're going down, not up.

Do you remember what was said before you went in there?

Um.

Fucking hell... what did he say? Panic makes me stammer as I finally recall and rush to speak.

"That you won't leave... You'll always find me Sir, wherever I go. That if I ever try to escape you'll pull me back... into your hell, Sir."

I swallow hard, both at the memory of you speaking those words to me and the knowledge that my recall is less than word perfect. Because I fear your imminent wrath I can't look at you, something of a catch 22 when it comes to having a clue what's going through your mind.

 

[The_PG]

Correct. I've pulled you back, again, and when I did I realized that you are useful for some things, but overall... You lack what I require. Well, no, rather what I desire.

*Just then the doorbell dings and I push you into the basement level. Around mops and discarded boxes of things, all the way to a little grate in the center. I pull it up and out, together we look down into the dark hole. I drop in and have you follow me before continuing my speech as we walk towards a pink door, but eventually shift down a narrow side path next to it.*

I've always desired something to be intrinsically mine. So much a part of me that the cease to have any recognition of their former self, you however, obviously lack this quality thanks to how late in life I've found you. What you see behind me. Does not.

*Over my shoulder is a one way mirror. In that mirror is a girl who very much resembles you, and a man who very much resembles me, and is in fact both. Only different. They are locked together in a blissful embrace: her tiny frame pinned underneath his. She's squirming, panting, trying to break free from the girth on her back. However, she is not frantic or screaming. She's simply trying to escape the pleasure, and the touch underneath her arms and along the ribs. My face must be what is attracting yours though. Both inside the room, and out here, a lusty, warm, soft look of joy has crossed it. It's like nothing you have ever witnessed, or produced in me.*

The knowledge of your inadequacy must be disheartening. Depressing even. Still, I've yet to completely finish her training. So while we watch, I'm going to need something to fix what that beautiful, innocent, angelic little toy in there has started.

*I unzip my fly, and twist you into the window so you can watch. Bending at the knees slightly, I thrust up and into your cunt.*

Just look how sweet she is... Soon, she'll be sucking on her daddies cock, and loving every second. While you... For you I have to coat my fucking cock in barbed wire just for you to even know it's in that sewer of a hole you have for a mouth... You'll be useless. Soon... Just wait... Then guess what? i'm going to have her kill you. Not me. Those sweet little hands of hers, tightly wound around your throat as i fuck her pussy. Not yours. I'll just look at you... And smirk...

 

[fuckmeat]

I've always desired something to be intrinsically mine. So much a part of me that the cease to have any recognition of their former self, you however, obviously lack this quality thanks to how late in life I've found you. What you see behind me. Does not.

The girl through the window is... beautiful. If I had never taken the road I have into depravity and vice, maybe I could look like that girl. She's younger than me... but that could just be the fact she's not a whiskey swilling, jaded and tenderized slab of fuckmeat.

My gaze moves along her body to his. The guy is... well he's you but a you who's capable of... romance. It's an odd word my head throws at me, given that the innocent little princess is being nailed doggy-style. The joy on you... his face is that of a man in love... in love in the romantic, hearts and flowers sense of the word.

The knowledge of your inadequacy must be disheartening. Depressing even. Still, I've yet to completely finish her training. So while we watch, I'm going to need something to fix what that beautiful, innocent, angelic little toy in there has started.

Once again I've betrayed too much, letting my emotions flicker across my face unchecked. It's disheartening but at the same time, that girl is so far removed from who I am she might as well be a tanned blonde with huge tits. I watch through the window with morbid fascination, barely reacting except for a groan when you take me.

Just look how sweet she is... Soon, she'll be sucking on her daddies cock, and loving every second. While you... For you I have to coat my fucking cock in barbed wire just for you to even know it's in that sewer of a hole you have for a mouth... You'll be useless. Soon... Just wait... Then guess what? i'm going to have her kill you. Not me. Those sweet little hands of hers, tightly wound around your throat as i fuck her pussy. Not yours. I'll just look at you... And smirk...

I have always known that the day will come when I'm useless. But I always assumed that at least I'd die by your hand. As I stare at the girl a savage wave of hatred crashes over me. Look at the flawless little cunt with her scarless ass and her 'butter wouldn't melt' expression. A thought occurs to me but I decide not to share it.

I want to curse you, something that happens frequently and always passes. I make the wise choice of staying quiet though, but for my muted moans. My cunt flexes on you but I'm surprised to find that I'm not all that aroused. A glance upwards at your face tells me why.

You're not fucking me at all.

You're using my hole while in your mind's eye, you fuck little miss innocent through the glass.

I withdraw into myself, hating you and her equally.

 

[The_PG]

I feel you shrink and pull away; played perfectly into my hand. You see with the pretty little thing inside of the glass I've yet to show her just how... Devious, her new father is. Sure, she knows I'm something of a kink, but she's yet to discover my violence. It's been needing a release for a few days now, and you are the perfect one for that. Only it's become hard to get mad at you since I know that you will like it, but somehow I had a sneaking suspicion that you clamming up as I showed you my little pet would do it. It has. Both my eyes snap back here and the glare in them is real, really angry. I snap back your hair to the side and lick from your shoulder all the way up to your ear.

"I knew you would hate her, and now you hate me too; don't you?"

With a vicious pound against the glass, I twist your arm up behind your back; threatening to snap all of the ligaments in your shoulder. I know you have swallowed words before, but you've never lied through all of the opportunities I've given you. Now I want you to speak, and I'm sure you know what happens when you speak the truth.

 

[fuckmeat]

The twist to my arms wrings tears from me but they're not my standard response to pain, they're tears of betrayal. My gaze through the glass softens. Now I feel only pity for the poor little cunt in that room. One day she will be me; jaded, broken and too physically abused to be amusing any more. Then she'll simply get discarded and upgraded. I decide that I'd rather be at my end of this journey then hers. There is no way I could go through it all again.

"I knew you would hate her, and now you hate me too; don't you?"

I actually grin broadly, with the recklessness of the condemned.

"Oh I have always hated you."

It is the truth, but no less true than that I have always been obsessed with him in equal measure. A large part of me just wants to goad him into finishing me now, to leave him with his little princess and see just how many of his itches she can scratch. The salient truth here is that neither she nor I will ever be enough for him.

 

[The_PG]

So a common question I am presented with many times is whether or not reacting the way I am expected to react to something a piece of meat does is a good or bad thing. In one instance it's good. That is me, and me is defined by my actions and responses to normal situations, but my typical reaction is unexpected and if I react in the expected way am I in turn the one that is being controlled? It's a rather deep thought for such a shallow event, but in any case this time I simply cannot help myself. I do not believe she is lying, but neither do I believe she is telling me the whole truth. If it was, I would have noticed, I am sure of it. She does not need to know my reasoning anyways, for the things that I do.

I rarely see you cry in anything but a physical reaction that you cannot control.

This emotional shit has me on edge.

Not on edge about what you will do or say, but what I will do or say that could effect what is happening inside of the room in front of us. Here, between us, I am in nearly the same state of who-gives-a-fuck as you are, but it cannot interrupt the sensitive balance that is occurring within. Maybe it would be better to just finish you now? The thought crosses my mind rather pleasantly. Finishing you would not allow me to have the experience of fucking the two of you, or watching her kill you, but it would probably spare me a few headaches.

As I did say. I couldn't help myself.

And I know you want me to hit you.

So I do. Hard, splattering blood against the inside of the one-way window.

I wring my wrist and give you a shove down onto the ground. I fall down beside you, landing my knees on your elbows and swinging madly. Both my fists enjoying each snapping crackle as they whip your pretty face from side to side; quickly turning it into something unrecognizable. Once I'm finished I wipe my bloody knuckles off of your exposed stomach, and slip my bloody fingers between your thighs.

"C'mon you fucked up machine. Show me that you're still broken, that I've messed your wiring to the point that what I just did turns you on... Show me why I need a fucking replacement toy, the newer, better version of you." My fingers slip inside, spreading the blood, I feel carefully, waiting for something else as I look down gleefully into your blood splattered, bruise ridden, cut mangled face.

 

[fuckmeat]

He punches me in the face and my face punches the glass, there goes my nose... again. I wasn't expecting him to like my reply, but if I had declared my undying love he would have laughed. I laughed... well smiled, which is almost always a bad move around a pissed sadist. Live and learn... possibly.

I flinch away reflexively as his bloody fist rises and shakes. No matter how many times he strikes me my body will never learn that cowering is futile. He shoves me to the ground and lands hard on my elbows. Instead of unzipping his flies and choking me on cock and my own blood, he continues hitting me. Fast, hard and imprecise.

Crazed.

He has done some nasty shit to me in the past but he has always been 100% in control. This is is the opposite of controlled.

My only defence is to go limp. My head swings from side to side, my neck threatening to snap as my cheekbones cave in, half my jaw yields, an eye socket. my face swells and hurts so much that I have no clue what the real damage is or how much I'm bleeding. I simply shut down, groaning from beneath broken teeth.

Then he stops abruptly, his fingers wet on my stomach, his breathing laboured. My eyes are swollen shut and I decide that's a good thing. I don't want to know what he looks like after he's done this to me. I can't speak. I can't cry. The pain is terrible. A less skilled asshole would have rendered me blissfully unconscious.

... so he is still in control.

Interesting.

His fingers move down to my cunt, probing.

C'mon you fucked up machine. Show me that you're still broken, that I've messed your wiring to the point that what I just did turns you on... Show me why I need a fucking replacement toy, the newer, better version of you."

The trouble with my cunt is that it has learned to respond out of terror, from the knowledge that its suffering will be so much greater if it stays dry and tense. It also knows what an effective short term painkiller a hard orgasm is. My cunt therefore thinks it's being helpful when his fingers enter me, flexing, massaging blood into my hole. It quite naturally thinks something like, 'holy fuck, we're about to be annihilated again!' What it does is moisten rapidly, terrified and desperate. It tenses and clamps, something that could be construed as 'arousal' by a certain willfully ignorant sadist.

Sadly, I'm not in a position to explain any of this.

The knowledge of what's happening within my body... of what he's about to conclude and what manner of violence that conclusion will result in... well it scares the shit out of me. I start to shake gently but erratically, in the way that terror affects rational people. To the untrained eye however, it could look like sexual pleasure, even like I'm trying to get away with fucking his fingers.

I really hope he kills me now, because I do not want to know what the alternative is. Petrified, pitiful whimpers filter up through what used to be my face.

 

[The_PG]

"Well look at that... You are getting turned on. I was right, once again. You see fuckmeat... You've become a predictable piece of fuckmeat... It's like eating a fucking hamburger every day for a week... You know exactly what you're going to get with every single bite. There is no surprise, no excitement, no variety. Just the same piece of meat cooked slightly differently each time. Now, it was a good piece of meat. So that saves it from being tossed into the trash with the first bite, but after a week... Or in our case, how long? A year? It's just the same old shit, over and over again you pathetic little cunt. Look at how you're shaking! Holy shit..."

My probing fingers were covered in blood, but the juices boiling from your cunt have almost entirely cleaned to a squeaky type of cleanliness. It's so slippery that I did not even notice I had four fingers inside of your cunt, with my thumb digging into that erect little dick sticking out of the top. For a moment I pause and study your anatomy. It's pretty, a stark contrast from the pulp your face now resembles. I reach out and squeeze your monquito bites with my other hand. Enjoying whatever reaction they create. I curl that hand into a fist, remembering the forceful punches that I just threw into you... Then a grin crosses my face.

One by one I curl the fingers inside of your cunt, and then my thumb slides against them.

The first against your opening slowly moves forward. The copious amounts of fluid, including whatever blood was leftover, aides my skin in sliding within your sensitive innards.

Suddenly with a soft pop the entire fist slides within. My hand on your chest pushes down as you try to curl away, and I laugh.

"I cannot believe I have never done this before!"

My voice is excited. Perhaps there is more to explore with this... Hamburger.

I push with my powerful pectoral, shoulder, and triceps. Forcing my arm deeper inside of your lithe body. I keep my fist clenched and forearm flexed until I can go no further.

"You full yet, puppet?"

I begin to fuck you slowly. Wondering if this final humiliation is too far for your fucked up little mind. Will this put you over the edge?

 

[DracnKitten]

*Gets really really brave and decides to enter the club, hovering on the first floor for a while- having heard rumors of what happens on higher floors. Eventually, though, I begin to move upwards, slipping up to the second floor, then the third, and lingering. Nervous and a little unsure of what exactly I is doing*

 

[The_PG]

"Hello precious."

I smile, looking and feeling totally relaxed.

"You look nervous kitten..."

I hand you a drink, and sip my own, a bourbon on the rocks.

"Relax..."

My hand slides over down your lower back, and I propel you towards a couch.

"What brings you to my... Humble... Abode?"