27 #2
“I’m… I’m old and fat,” she whimpers.
“I’m going to punish you if I hear those words out of your mouth again.”
“I’m old and fat!” she squeaks out, and I reward her with a volley of spanks that leaves her panting and sagging against the bars.
“You’re the most beautiful object I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re mine.” I go back to stroking her crack, and she whimpers again, but this time it’s from pain. “I’m going to fuck your ass hard, ghost girl. Whether you want me to or not.”
“Logan…” She tries to twist around, but all she manages to do is make her ass bounce enticingly.
I run my hands up and down her waist before gripping her hips. “You’re my good girl, Lia. I won’t make it too painful.”
I’ve stocked up in the few days she’s been missing, and now, I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“By the way, baby, I got your bazooka back. I don’t know why you wanted it so bad, but it’s yours.
It seems to me, though, that it’s a little thick for you.
Especially for that cute little asshole of yours. Isn’t it? But whatever you want…”
“Logan!” This time, her voice is strained with panic. “You can’t mean… Logan! That thing is huge! It’s bigger than your arm! Logan, I can’t take that!”
“Are you saying my cock isn’t huge?” I chuckle.
“Your cock is tiny… I mean, in comparison! Logan, you can’t! I’ll die! Are you really going to…? Stop that, Logan! Stop!”
By now, I’m shaking with silent laughter. I open the bottle of lube and squirt some onto her asshole, before coating my cock with the viscous substance. But she’s clearly convinced I’m about to force her to take the bazooka. She twitches around desperately, trying to get away from me.
“Shhh.” Getting on my knees, I grab her hips again, angling her so that my cock slides in at just the right angle.
“Oooh, fuck,” I moan.
I can tell it hurts her, but the threat of the bazooka must have felt so real that she relaxes when she feels me inside her. “That’s not… that’s just… your cock.”
I leave her hip to slap at her left tit, its outline just visible from my position behind her. “You need to be more respectful of my cock, baby.”
She lets out a tiny giggle that at once turns into a moan as I drive deeper into her.
“You’re an… asshole, Logan.”
“And you’re my gullible girl. Did you really think I was capable of fucking you with a bazooka? What kind of man do you think I am? No—don’t answer that.”
I grab her body, pushing it against the bars so I can take her harder. I’m glad she’s facing away from me. I don’t want to see her face right now. I don’t want to see the kind of man I am reflected back at me.
But it feels so good, her tight walls gripping me, her body trembling in my arms, that I soon forget everything but the sensations that I once thought were lost to me forever.
I fall into a fast rhythm, using her so hard that her moans of pleasure turn into little gasps of pain, and back again.
After having come in her mouth, it takes time for my orgasm to build up again, and when I at last fill her with my arousal, she whimpers in undisguised relief.
“Good girl,” I sigh, watching trickles of cum drip out of her reddened hole. “Where am I going to use you next? Your pussy, or should I fuck your ass again?”
“Logan…” She wriggles as I let her go, and she tries to sit her ass down on her legs.
But she can’t; I tied her so that she can’t do anything but stay on her knees, her ass at my eye level when I’m sitting on the other side of the cage.
I bring my hands over her flesh, pinching and kneading at her sore cheeks. “Logan, I want to come…”
“Hmm.” Another smack, and she whines out.
I can see bruises forming, and I probably should stop spanking her, but I don’t want to, so why should I?
She’s mine. My little broken toy to play with, and I can do anything I want to her.
The thought is enough to make me hard again.
I guess I have a whole lot of orgasms to make up for.
“Do naughty girls who go around killing people with bazookas deserve to come?”
“Logan…” She hisses in frustration as I allow my hand to linger inches from her pussy, before pulling away suddenly. “It wasn’t my fault.”
I snort. “And it’s not my fault that I’ve decided to tie you to this cage and use your body for the rest of your life, and never give you another orgasm.”
“Logan!” She tries again to twist her body around to get a look at me, but all she manages to do is make her curves jiggle.
“Your ass is just too fucking sexy,” I groan, stroking her cheeks. “Maybe I should tie it to the bars too. Spread it nicely so I can see everything inside. How would you like it if I kept it that way forever?”
“Logan, you don’t mean…” She swallows. “I don’t want you to keep me like this forever.”
“Don’t you?” I reach around her to tweak at her nipples again. “Doesn’t matter. Remember, baby, you don’t get to decide. You’re my little toy, now, and you’re going to have to be very good if you want me to untie you.”
“Okay.” She speaks the word shakily, and if my cock hadn’t taken over all my other senses, I’d probably feel bad. “What do I have to do?”
“Well, some of my cum just fell on my shoe. You’re going to have to clean that for me.”
I walk around, entering the cage and stopping in front of her. “Lick.”
“I… can’t.” She tries to bend down, but she’s tied too tightly to the bars, and all she succeeds in doing is make her chains rattle.
She’s so fucking sexy with her arms over her head, her tits red from my earlier treatment, her knees spread, her pussy wet. It’s a shame to untie her, but I do want to watch her lick my boot.
So I free her, though I leave the collar with its chain around her neck. I pull her down with it, and she lands an inch above my shoe.
“Go on.”
Wrinkling her nose, she parts her lips and slips her tongue out hesitantly. Then she licks up the trickle of cum from my shoe.
“Good girl. Might as well clean the whole shoe since you’re already down there.”
She glares up at me, but I tug on her chain again, and she slowly begins to lick long stripes over my left shoe.
I crouch down on a knee, finding her wet pussy with a hand and toying with it.
She pauses, grabbing onto my shoe with her hands and arching her ass up for me.
“Keep going. Don’t stop licking until I let you.”
She’s forgotten all about her disgust as she goes back to licking, and I reward her by rubbing circles around her clit until I’ve got her bucking frantically against me.
“That’s enough, now,” I say, pulling my fingers away.
She lets out a cry. “Please, please! I was about to come!”
“But my shoe is clean.” I grin. “You can clean the other one now.”
I shift positions, and she wrinkles her nose again at the grime she’s going to once more have to lick away.
“Well? Go on.” I smack her pussy and she squeaks in startled pain.
“Asshole!”
“Careful now.” I punish her with several more hard, wet smacks. “I’m the one holding the chain, remember?”
I tug her down toward my boot until her nose is pressed against it, then stroke her upper thighs, keeping away from her pussy until she gives in and tentatively licks my boot.
“How the hell do you get your shoes so dirty?”
“It’s all the blood, piss and shit I spend my time walking around in.”
She gags.
“Just kidding. Only blood. Keep licking.”
Still looking green, she goes back to licking, and I reward her with more touching. Only now, I don’t rub her clit anymore. I merely toy at her folds, in a way that I can tell drives her frantic.
“Logan! I want to come!”
“Why are you talking instead of licking? You’re not going to come, baby.
I already told you so. Naughty girls with bazookas don’t get to come.
Now, are you going to be my good girl and keep licking my shoe anyway while I edge the fuck out of you?
Or are you going to pout until I have to take you over my knee? Both options sound good to me.”
I don’t know if both options also sound good to her, or if they both sound terrible, but whatever the case, she hesitates for a long while before going back to licking my boot.
“Good girl.” I reward her by doing just what I promised—edging her. Playing with her pussy until she gets just a little too close to orgasm, before pulling away.
Meanwhile, I pump my own cock in my free hand, groaning at how fucking hot she looks with her face against my boot and her ass sky-high, desperately riding my hand.
By the time I’ve come again, thick ropes of my seed coating her backside, she’s stopped licking a long time ago. Her face is lying against my boot, her whole body trembling and slick with sweat.
“Alright, baby.” I pull her up in my arms, my three orgasms having at last taken the edge off my frustration. “You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of you.”
She looks up at me, her eyes hopeful. “Do I get to come now?”
I smirk. “I already told you. No coming for you, ever again.” I put her gently into bed then get in beside her and cradle her to me. “And you know I don’t lie.”
“No, I don’t.” She knows exactly what she’s doing as she wiggles her ass against my cock. “You’ve lied an awful lot.”
“Hmm.” I kiss her nape. “Maybe I have.”
“You’re always going back on promises too.”
“Am I, baby?” I capture her earlobe between my teeth and tug it. “What promises have I ever gone back on?”