Chapter 36 #3
Hailey is red-faced and struggling to catch her breath, thighs smeared with her own wetness which has leaked onto the table. Her eyes remind me of who she is to me. And the knife…lies between her legs on the table.
I recall an intention to use it on her…somehow.
It lies on the table.
The wicked blade is still decorated with threads of her white dress.
I’ve seen one decorated with female blood.
The two men study this victim of theirs, their expressions greedy, self-dedicated.
And how am I better? Dawid lazily pulls on his cock, as if to make it last. His pants are still on, he’s merely drawn it out through the fly and when he sees me watching, he spits on his hand and resumes his stroking.
“Keep going. I’m spellbound, so far.”
“Spellbound?” I raise an eyebrow then navigate around the table, unfastening the cuffs.
I need some distance. It’s these two pieces of shit humanity that are influencing me.
Or maybe I need a new backbone?
Shoving a dildo down her throat? I could have killed her.
Even so…when she sits up, I can’t stop myself. I pull her wrist cuffs together and fasten them at her back.
But, her neck, how the cords of feminine muscle meld with her body at that sexy angle. I pull her across the table to me, nestle her rear into my body, and I bite her.
“Mmm. I’ll never get enough of this neck, or your ass.” She sighs and reclines onto me. It’s a show of trust I don’t deserve.
As I run my hand from ass to belly to her breast then weigh it to appreciate the sway of the little clamp, I sight the spider web of rope.
It was designed for bondage, even if that trio still fucking each other like rabbits has ignored it.
We cannot renege on this deal. Can we? I sweep her hair off her face and kiss Hailey then ask quietly. “Sorry. Went too far. Nod if you still want this.”
Except, how do we know when it’s ended and they’re satisfied?
I turn to Dawid and ask exactly that.
He shrugs. “Make her come two more times. Leave marks on her. Make her bleed a little.”
Bleed? That awakens a fierce desire to do exactly that. Blood has its hooks in me, and that…that I do not understand. I shake my head, sweep away the visions that plague me, swarming into my mind like fucking bees—
Of women cut with scalpel-thin blades and swinging from hooks.
“No.” I swallow, buying time to think, to clear my mind. “Not the bleeding. I’ll mark her, but not that.”
The knife. My gaze strays to the table, glues there, as I hoist her onto my shoulder.
Leave it. Leave it there. Then we won’t be able to do any cutting.
Or any fucking of her with it.
We would enjoy, at the very least, fucking her with a knife. Do it slow…it doesn’t have to cut. Those thoughts sway me. They clog my brain, and I think I detect a pattern to them.
“No!” I snap, half to myself. “I’m tying her to the web.”
“Fine.”
Did she answer my question?
I frown as I walk, with her head-down and hanging over my back. Maybe she didn’t. “Don’t speak,” I remind her.
I feel her lift her head off my back. She makes a vague noise before flopping back into place.
I don’t need her answer. I smack her ass. “Shhh!” I receive an indignant squeak.
Above us, the leather straps on the web sway slightly from where they hang off the ceiling, perfectly macabre and spidery.
God, how I love teasing her, tormenting her, and making her come. My hand on her ass slips a little and encounters the moisture that has dribbled from her cunt.
My cock swells harder, which is quite an achievement.
I tie her to the web, standing, with the floor only reachable with her toes, and properly spreadeagled, with both wrists and ankles pulled wide. The position renders her utterly helpless and fuck me, I need to do this again.
I step away and circle her, ducking beneath the web to view her front and rear.
The nipple clamps sway invitingly and accentuate her tits.
Her pink-brown areolas are flawless sexual targets.
Thankfully, the web ropes are wide enough apart for all her juicy parts to show from behind.
Her ass cheeks are perfectly centered in the gaps.
I stroke my jaw while she stares at me and no doubt wonders what I will do to her. When she struggles and pulls on the cuffs, the web undulates.
“Testing the cuffs? You won’t break them.
” I heft each breast and kiss them, tonguing the clamps even as she hisses.
I fondle her navel, her mons, brush my palm and fingers over her body, in awe of her soft curves and how I have her completely at my command.
“I can do anything to you,” I warn her, as I wander my hands and fingers everywhere, into her pussy, her mouth, around to her rear where I run my hands over her back and the ropes where they intervene, down to her ankles.
I part her ass cheeks and think about what to stick in her there. My cock, for starters.
“Where do I begin? Here? Cunt? Mouth again?”
She inclines her head and blows a raspberry in my direction. Behind me, Zedder laughs. I eye the stacked fake weapons to my left, and amble toward them.
“Promising. Now, with a dildo taped onto one of these I could do wonderful things. Is there any duct tape available?”
“We can find some. Gregory, fetch some please. The Laramies had all that stuff in the kitchen. Bottom drawer.”
One of the bodyguards strides off to look.
I pluck a short spear from the pile and heft it, then see a cane hiding in there too. A proper cane for kinky action? I can cane those plump ass cheeks until they’re red.
Now I’m dual wielding. I hold them both at arm’s length, then test the cane with a swish through the air. Oh yesss.
The anxious sound that comes from my fucktoy makes me grin.
I decide to undress and haul my shirt over my head. This will show off my mutilated body to everyone here, but I am not performing this exquisitely nasty seduction and debauchment of my Hailey with my clothes on. They can see what I am and know that I am a terrible, grotesque creature.
Fuck with me at your peril.
Naked, I retrieve my weapons of choice, the cane and the spear.
Still bound spreadeagled to the web, Hailey waits, her nude body a sacrificial offering to me, her monster.
I am hungry for this and want to roar in triumph.
A bodyguard trots in with black duct tape and throws it to me, sending it arcing through the air. I tape the dildo to the spear and return to where she hangs, trembling and trapped.
“My princess,” I murmur. “My fucktoy.”
I go to one knee and carefully bite each of her toes on both feet until I have her squealing and writhing in the web, desperate to get away.
Then I make my way up her inner legs, nibbling her every few inches, to elicit those cute, whimpery protests, while I fuck her cunt with the carefully aimed dildo spear.
“Magic trick. Now you see the dildo, and now…” thrust “…you don’t.” I watch her pussy clench onto it, and her body arch as it vanishes inside her, hear her garbled cry.
I leave her panting and impaled on the upright spear and start to wield the cane.
With precision I create a network of red stripes across the globes of her butt.
She yelps at the next four, and I punctuate them with bites in the same places. Her fingers weld themselves to the ropes above.
“The last one.”
She quietly gasps as it lands.
I toss away the cane, step up to her rear, and lubricate my cock with her juices.
To gather more, I search between her spread legs and around the dildo where it enters her, slicking the shaft of my cock with her arousal, then settle the head into the split of her ass.
Slowly, I work my dick into that tight little hole, ignoring her futile efforts to escape.
Every tiny sound she makes, every sharp breath, every squeeze of her ass, is another cherry on the top of this bastardly cocktail of wickedness.
“A little more. Just a little further. Almost…”
I punch my way in the final inch and begin to rock inside her.
“Your ass is mine, forever, girl.” I kiss her hair and go faster, fucking her while she moans, while I massage her clit with dedicated fingers.
At the start of each thrust, I feel the stiffness against my cock of the spear dildo still planted deep in her pussy.
Working into her, fucking her, keeping her erect little clit happy, I finally feel her stiffen then gasp a series of ragged, forced breaths. “That’s it. Come for me, girl. That’s what I need.” I purr that, coaxing her while I drive in and toy with her clit. “No mercy.”
I grind myself on her ass and sink my teeth into her already marked neck.
She moans and shudders into a long, hard, muscle-spasming climax.
I speed up, spearing in with more force, and the slap of my body into her softness, with my fingers stuffed into her mouth, the tightness of this hole…it’s pure fucking magic.
I finish with the blood roaring through me, with my come spurting into her ass, then pull out and watch her struggle to recover. Her hair has fallen forward over her bowed head, her legs shake, and her full breasts heave with every inhalation.
When I open both clamps and relocate them to her pussy lips, she flinches and makes more little weak noises. Her legs strain and fail to reach the floor properly. Her toes treadle.
My come is running down her thighs in thick, winding rivers, so I kneel to collect some and feed it into her open mouth with two soaked fingers, then paint her swaying breasts with the remains.
She pouts, frowning at me through the damp curtain of her hair.
I smile up at her, my destroyed angel, flicking both clamps as I stroke my reviving cock.
“Don’t go away.”
I pad away from her to the nearest faucet to wash before I take her cunt.