Hard, brutal punishment!
Author's note: No names have been changed: Fuck the innocent.
It was a languidly warm night, humid, as one would expect Georgia to be in the late spring. Leila sat outside on the edge of the pool, absently kicking her feet in the tepid water, watching the moon as it hung low in the horizon. She looked delicious in her very short jean shorts and black string bikini top, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. I opened the sliding glass door and walked out, grimacing as the hot air caressed my face. I sat down beside Leila, my back facing the pool. "I just got back from shopping and I bought you this," I said, tossing her a skimpy hot pink tank top. She blinked at it and said, "What's this for?" I looked at her longingly, almost sadly, and told her, "Because we are friends." I had recently discovered she had been cheating on me with a man, but it would definitely be the last time: I had plans with this little miss priss. Suddenly, it all came out in an explosive rush, "I know you are cheating on me you fucking bitch....I want you out of my house tonight." With that, I turned and went inside in a huff. I laid across my bed and sulked. All of a sudden, Leila comes slamming inside behind me. "You can't just throw me out you whore, I'm going to show you who is more of a woman here!" I had already gotten out of bed to try and pack her belongings and throw her out, but she started shoving me and that pissed me off. All of a sudden, white hot pain shot behind my eyes and I turned around, incredulous. "You fucking hit me! You bitch!" I tried to grab her, but collapsed in a pile on the floor. I regained consciousness in what seemed like a few minutes and slowly opened my eyes and tried to rub them, but they were restrained. On the brass headboard of the bed, there were old pantyhose tied to each of the four posts. That whore had tied me face down to my own bed! I looked around for her and heard her banging cabinets and drawers in the bathroom. She came out wearing my strap-on with an evil looking attachment that had to be the largest phallus I had ever seen. In a combination of seething anger, a little apprehension and just plain curiosity, I spat at her, "Where did that come from, slut? It's not mine." "No," she said, a smile playing at her lips, "I just bought this and wanted you to use it on me...but I think I will try it out on you." I tugged and pulled against my restraints, but it was of no use, I was caught. Recently, Leila and I had discovered the art of using a strap-on...and she loved it more than I did. I was always the one wearing it; it gave me a heady feeling to be in control. I watch helplessly as Leila advanced towards the bed holding the obscenely large phallus in her hand. Without warning, she reached out and ripped my bikini bottom, exposing my bare ass to her. She positioned herself behind me and slammed it home, not giving me any warning. I feel my tight pussy rebel against the strap-on, but Leila had the leverage behind her and she grabbed a handful of my hair, slamming it home. She hissed in my ear, "I'm going to leave, but not before I fuck your ass. I've wanted to do that for so long." My eyes involuntarily widened, as my anus had been, up until that point, an exit only. I tried to fight her off, half in pretense and half in fervor, and she slapped my face, hard. "Shut up and be still, or it will be a whole lot worse for you." Unbeknownst to me, Leila had taken off the horrific looking dildo and replaced it with a much smaller one. I felt the head of it pressing against my ass, demanding entrance. Not knowing what else to do and still under the impression that my ass was going to be torn asunder, I steeled myself for the worst. Leila grabbed both of my shoulders and eased slowly into my ass, stretching it slightly then pulling back, slamming it inside, causing a pain I had never felt before. I shrieked madly, fighting against the play the pantyhose had in them. I search my mind for the word she always used, and screamed it, "bookcase!" She just laughed evilly and continued abusing my once-virginal ass. Angry tears flowed down my cheeks. All of a sudden, she stopped and pulled out. She released my ankle restraints and turned me over where I could see her. Upon seeing the blood on the strap-on, and her satisfied grin, a red haze descended over my eyes and I screamed; loud enough to hurt my own ears. As I was screaming, the pantyhose tore, freeing my hands. I lunged at Leila and grabbed a handful of her hair, slapping her with an open palm. Getting up gingerly off the bed, my ass throbbing, I dragged Leila kicking and screaming over to the corner, where I had skillfully built a makeshift stock of sorts. I cuffed first her right, then her left wrist to the board and grabbed a spreader bar from the closet. Kicking her legs apart, I cuffed the spreader bar to her ankles. Placing a stool under her belly, I forced her to bend over, her perky ass high in the air. I rushed over to the bed and grabbed the strap-on belt and went in search of the obscene-looking hard plastic dick. Upon finding it on the floor, I quickly fastened it in and made sure it was snug. I spied the bottle of lube on the dresser.....and left it there. I glanced back over at Leila, she was spitting and cursing at me, and I started to laugh, an evil sound, escaped from my lips, surprising even me as I uttered the words, "you are going to regret you EVER did that..." I eased up beside her and whispered in her ear, "You want to fuck a man? Huh?" I grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it painfully around my hand. "Then you are going to get fucked like a man." I see the flicker of light in her eyes as she at first wants to call my bluff, but the darkness in mine told her she knew better. Fear washed across her face as I showed her the long, wide, ridiculously thick flesh-toned dildo. My heart beat faster as I sensed her fear. I slipped my fingers under the sides of her panties and pull hard, all in one motion they were off and wadded up; then stuffed in her mouth. I grabbed the nearby tape and pulled off a length, tearing it with my teeth. I crammed the panties fully into her mouth and secured them with the piece of tape, all the while thinking, "Fuck the safe word, this bitch deserves everything she is about to get". I quickly stepped behind her and spread her cheeks, watching her watching me in the mirror, her face the epitome of fear as she realized this was no longer a game and she had pushed me way too far. I positioned the head of the dong against her ass and glanced quickly at her face in the mirror when she felt it there. I heard her moan something through her gag, not knowing nor caring what she said or if she screamed. In one fell swoop, I grabbed her around the waist and brutally forced the dildo inside her, almost hearing her flesh rip as she screamed - there was no mistaking she screamed - and her screaming angered me even more. Over and over again, I pounded her ass with the dildo, going deeper every time, feeling her writhe against me. She was crying by now, and for some reason that still wasn’t punishment enough. Spying a sack on the shelf above me, I grabbed a toilet brush (a clean one) and shoved it into her pussy unmercifully, feeling it tear and stick into her walls and not giving a damn. I shoved it in and out of her furiously matching the strokes with the dildo as well as I could, so enthralled with fucking her cunt I had pulled out, her asshole gaping widely. I was taking my frustrations and anger out on her body, knowing that deep down she loved it. Then, after what seemed like hours, I stopped. Tears were spilling down her face and I laughed, a sadistic sound that must have scared her to her soul, because she turned very pale. Leaving the brush inside her, I once again twisted her hair around my hand, forcing her to look over her shoulder at me. I locked eyes with her, just to watch the wonder; nay, the pain, in them as I savagely twisted the brush 180 degrees and shoving it further inside her. I slammed the giant faux cock back inside her ass. Time seemed to stand still as I unleashed my sick fury on her pliant body, fucking her ass with all of my might, pulling the dildo all the way out just to see the devastation it was causing, then slamming it back in. I could feel my loins burn as I watched her struggle against her restraints helplessly, her body tensing as she tried but failed to get away. Furiously and relentlessly, I plowed deeper and deeper into her once-tight opening, rocking my hips back and forth as the 15 inches disappeared in Leila's reluctant ass. I snatched out the brush and threw it to the floor, noticing it was tinged pink with her blood. "Excellent," I murmured and continued to punish her ass until the muscles in my hips started to burn. The red haze was still over my eyes as I finally glanced at the clock. I had been abusing Leila's supple body for more than an hour now. I knew I should stop, but the tiny cut on my head where she had hit me earlier reminded me why I was here. I pulled out of her ass and shoved the cock in her dripping pussy, and saw her start to convulse. "I did NOT say you could cum yet, you slut!" I grabbed the discarded toilet brush and thought about slamming it into her asshole. I pretended I was going to put it down, but when I saw the look of relief on Leila's face, I couldn't help myself. I ravaged her ass with the brush, digging and twisting, all the while almost climaxing from the gutteral moans and screams coming from her gagged mouth. I suddenly grew tired of her presence and withdrew my strap-on from her cunt, leaving the brush still inside her ass. I leaned back against the wall and lit a cigarette, slowly smoking it, watching as Leila collapsed against her restraints. Without warning, I lunged at her and ripped the brush from her cunt. I pulled the key from around my neck and unlocked her, her eyes not meeting mine, completely submissive. I grabbed her by the wrist and lead her out the front door, throwing her belongings out behind her, not saying a word. The red haze slowly disappeared as I shut the door and waited against it for a mere second, then walked back to the bedroom, suddenly exhausted. I crumpled on the bed and happened to look at the floor in the corner where we had just been. A satisfied smile grew on my face as I recalled every little detail of what had transpired and when I saw the crimson droplet of her blood on the floor, I knew I was very close to loving her.
It was a languidly warm night, humid, as one would expect Georgia to be in the late spring. Leila sat outside on the edge of the pool, absently kicking her feet in the tepid water, watching the moon as it hung low in the horizon. She looked delicious in her very short jean shorts and black string bikini top, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. I opened the sliding glass door and walked out, grimacing as the hot air caressed my face. I sat down beside Leila, my back facing the pool. "I just got back from shopping and I bought you this," I said, tossing her a skimpy hot pink tank top. She blinked at it and said, "What's this for?" I looked at her longingly, almost sadly, and told her, "Because we are friends." I had recently discovered she had been cheating on me with a man, but it would definitely be the last time: I had plans with this little miss priss. Suddenly, it all came out in an explosive rush, "I know you are cheating on me you fucking bitch....I want you out of my house tonight." With that, I turned and went inside in a huff. I laid across my bed and sulked. All of a sudden, Leila comes slamming inside behind me. "You can't just throw me out you whore, I'm going to show you who is more of a woman here!" I had already gotten out of bed to try and pack her belongings and throw her out, but she started shoving me and that pissed me off. All of a sudden, white hot pain shot behind my eyes and I turned around, incredulous. "You fucking hit me! You bitch!" I tried to grab her, but collapsed in a pile on the floor. I regained consciousness in what seemed like a few minutes and slowly opened my eyes and tried to rub them, but they were restrained. On the brass headboard of the bed, there were old pantyhose tied to each of the four posts. That whore had tied me face down to my own bed! I looked around for her and heard her banging cabinets and drawers in the bathroom. She came out wearing my strap-on with an evil looking attachment that had to be the largest phallus I had ever seen. In a combination of seething anger, a little apprehension and just plain curiosity, I spat at her, "Where did that come from, slut? It's not mine." "No," she said, a smile playing at her lips, "I just bought this and wanted you to use it on me...but I think I will try it out on you." I tugged and pulled against my restraints, but it was of no use, I was caught. Recently, Leila and I had discovered the art of using a strap-on...and she loved it more than I did. I was always the one wearing it; it gave me a heady feeling to be in control. I watch helplessly as Leila advanced towards the bed holding the obscenely large phallus in her hand. Without warning, she reached out and ripped my bikini bottom, exposing my bare ass to her. She positioned herself behind me and slammed it home, not giving me any warning. I feel my tight pussy rebel against the strap-on, but Leila had the leverage behind her and she grabbed a handful of my hair, slamming it home. She hissed in my ear, "I'm going to leave, but not before I fuck your ass. I've wanted to do that for so long." My eyes involuntarily widened, as my anus had been, up until that point, an exit only. I tried to fight her off, half in pretense and half in fervor, and she slapped my face, hard. "Shut up and be still, or it will be a whole lot worse for you." Unbeknownst to me, Leila had taken off the horrific looking dildo and replaced it with a much smaller one. I felt the head of it pressing against my ass, demanding entrance. Not knowing what else to do and still under the impression that my ass was going to be torn asunder, I steeled myself for the worst. Leila grabbed both of my shoulders and eased slowly into my ass, stretching it slightly then pulling back, slamming it inside, causing a pain I had never felt before. I shrieked madly, fighting against the play the pantyhose had in them. I search my mind for the word she always used, and screamed it, "bookcase!" She just laughed evilly and continued abusing my once-virginal ass. Angry tears flowed down my cheeks. All of a sudden, she stopped and pulled out. She released my ankle restraints and turned me over where I could see her. Upon seeing the blood on the strap-on, and her satisfied grin, a red haze descended over my eyes and I screamed; loud enough to hurt my own ears. As I was screaming, the pantyhose tore, freeing my hands. I lunged at Leila and grabbed a handful of her hair, slapping her with an open palm. Getting up gingerly off the bed, my ass throbbing, I dragged Leila kicking and screaming over to the corner, where I had skillfully built a makeshift stock of sorts. I cuffed first her right, then her left wrist to the board and grabbed a spreader bar from the closet. Kicking her legs apart, I cuffed the spreader bar to her ankles. Placing a stool under her belly, I forced her to bend over, her perky ass high in the air. I rushed over to the bed and grabbed the strap-on belt and went in search of the obscene-looking hard plastic dick. Upon finding it on the floor, I quickly fastened it in and made sure it was snug. I spied the bottle of lube on the dresser.....and left it there. I glanced back over at Leila, she was spitting and cursing at me, and I started to laugh, an evil sound, escaped from my lips, surprising even me as I uttered the words, "you are going to regret you EVER did that..." I eased up beside her and whispered in her ear, "You want to fuck a man? Huh?" I grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it painfully around my hand. "Then you are going to get fucked like a man." I see the flicker of light in her eyes as she at first wants to call my bluff, but the darkness in mine told her she knew better. Fear washed across her face as I showed her the long, wide, ridiculously thick flesh-toned dildo. My heart beat faster as I sensed her fear. I slipped my fingers under the sides of her panties and pull hard, all in one motion they were off and wadded up; then stuffed in her mouth. I grabbed the nearby tape and pulled off a length, tearing it with my teeth. I crammed the panties fully into her mouth and secured them with the piece of tape, all the while thinking, "Fuck the safe word, this bitch deserves everything she is about to get". I quickly stepped behind her and spread her cheeks, watching her watching me in the mirror, her face the epitome of fear as she realized this was no longer a game and she had pushed me way too far. I positioned the head of the dong against her ass and glanced quickly at her face in the mirror when she felt it there. I heard her moan something through her gag, not knowing nor caring what she said or if she screamed. In one fell swoop, I grabbed her around the waist and brutally forced the dildo inside her, almost hearing her flesh rip as she screamed - there was no mistaking she screamed - and her screaming angered me even more. Over and over again, I pounded her ass with the dildo, going deeper every time, feeling her writhe against me. She was crying by now, and for some reason that still wasn’t punishment enough. Spying a sack on the shelf above me, I grabbed a toilet brush (a clean one) and shoved it into her pussy unmercifully, feeling it tear and stick into her walls and not giving a damn. I shoved it in and out of her furiously matching the strokes with the dildo as well as I could, so enthralled with fucking her cunt I had pulled out, her asshole gaping widely. I was taking my frustrations and anger out on her body, knowing that deep down she loved it. Then, after what seemed like hours, I stopped. Tears were spilling down her face and I laughed, a sadistic sound that must have scared her to her soul, because she turned very pale. Leaving the brush inside her, I once again twisted her hair around my hand, forcing her to look over her shoulder at me. I locked eyes with her, just to watch the wonder; nay, the pain, in them as I savagely twisted the brush 180 degrees and shoving it further inside her. I slammed the giant faux cock back inside her ass. Time seemed to stand still as I unleashed my sick fury on her pliant body, fucking her ass with all of my might, pulling the dildo all the way out just to see the devastation it was causing, then slamming it back in. I could feel my loins burn as I watched her struggle against her restraints helplessly, her body tensing as she tried but failed to get away. Furiously and relentlessly, I plowed deeper and deeper into her once-tight opening, rocking my hips back and forth as the 15 inches disappeared in Leila's reluctant ass. I snatched out the brush and threw it to the floor, noticing it was tinged pink with her blood. "Excellent," I murmured and continued to punish her ass until the muscles in my hips started to burn. The red haze was still over my eyes as I finally glanced at the clock. I had been abusing Leila's supple body for more than an hour now. I knew I should stop, but the tiny cut on my head where she had hit me earlier reminded me why I was here. I pulled out of her ass and shoved the cock in her dripping pussy, and saw her start to convulse. "I did NOT say you could cum yet, you slut!" I grabbed the discarded toilet brush and thought about slamming it into her asshole. I pretended I was going to put it down, but when I saw the look of relief on Leila's face, I couldn't help myself. I ravaged her ass with the brush, digging and twisting, all the while almost climaxing from the gutteral moans and screams coming from her gagged mouth. I suddenly grew tired of her presence and withdrew my strap-on from her cunt, leaving the brush still inside her ass. I leaned back against the wall and lit a cigarette, slowly smoking it, watching as Leila collapsed against her restraints. Without warning, I lunged at her and ripped the brush from her cunt. I pulled the key from around my neck and unlocked her, her eyes not meeting mine, completely submissive. I grabbed her by the wrist and lead her out the front door, throwing her belongings out behind her, not saying a word. The red haze slowly disappeared as I shut the door and waited against it for a mere second, then walked back to the bedroom, suddenly exhausted. I crumpled on the bed and happened to look at the floor in the corner where we had just been. A satisfied smile grew on my face as I recalled every little detail of what had transpired and when I saw the crimson droplet of her blood on the floor, I knew I was very close to loving her.
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