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I am:
Shawn, 43 years old, male, heterosexual
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Holley, New York, United States
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Female, heterosexual
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The bidding was surprisingly stimulated. Apparently Cynna’s blonde MILF good looks, her toned body and her submissive expression struck a chord. After some spirited bidding, only three bidders were left. One was an Arab sheikh who liked blondes; the second a debauched dot come billionaire who liked MILFs and finally, an African dictator who liked to inflict pain. The bidding was at $800,000 and still climbing; the slut might actually make them a million.
The decision was made to get started with generic training immediately. More specialized training could come later. For now, the bitch needed to be broken. The man for that job was a tall and muscular man whose real name few could remember but everyone called him Pit Bull, after Michael Vick whom he resembled facially. Pit Bull went down into the nuthouse, as they called it, to break in their new moneymaker.
Cynna sat on the edge of her bed, crying and rocking back and forth forlornly. She wanted to go home; she needed to see her husband’s face, her friends, her family. She felt so alone and afraid; heaven knew what they were going to do to her and she already felt violated. She had a sick feeling in her stomach that she was going to be raped and when the door flew open and Pit Bull walked in, she knew the moment had come.
Still she screamed and backed up against the headboard. “No, “ she said weakly, “Please don’t. What do you want with me? We don’t have very much money but I know my husband will give you whatever we have.” Pit Bull walked across and backhanded her hard across the face, knocking her to the mattress with a shriek. “Bitch,” snarled Pit Bull, “You don’t talk ‘less I tell you to talk. You feel me?” Numbly she looked up and nodded soundlessly. “Good. Let’s get a few rules out of the way. You will address me a ‘Sir’ at all times. You will use it at the end of every sentence. Do you understand?” She swallowed, a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Y-yes, sir,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He brought his hand up to her golden hair. She flinched a little but didn’t pull away, fearing another blow. Instead, he stroked her hair gently, moving it away from her face. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks stained with her tears. Her lipstick was long gone and her hair matted and uncombed. She was a bit of a mess but that didn’t matter to Pit Bull now. He said in a surprisingly gentle voice “You’re pretty for a white woman.” She was taken by surprise but had the presence of mind to murmur “Thank you, sir.” He smiled and tapped a finger gently on her temple. “You’re learning, bitch. Now you belong to the KIA. Your life is over the way you used to know it.” Cynna began crying again. “Please sir, let me go…” He slapped her again. “What did I say about talking, fool? Shut the fuck up or I’ll break every bone in your face. Your husband won’t be able to look at you ever again.”
Her heart caught in her throat. That sounded like they were going to let her go eventually. She could endure anything if she knew she was going to get back home at the end. Maybe if she co-operated, they would let her go. But, she told herself, they want to rape you. Are you sure you’re willing to let a whole gang of men use your body? She didn’t have long to consider it, she knew. Maybe she wouldn’t have to fuck all of them. Maybe if she didn’t struggle they would be get bored with her quicker and let her go. She made the decision right there to go along with it for now. Besides, she’d always wondered what it was like to fuck a black man. She hadn’t done that yet.
She put on her most submissive expression and nodded. Cynthia wasn’t a submissive in the BDSM sense of the word but her personality tended towards it. She just liked making other people happy. Still, in the bedroom, she mostly did whatever her husband was in the mood for. That led her to all sorts of fantasies where things were done to her that her husband would never do to her – things that would probably horrify him if he knew she was turned on by them.
Pit Bull smiled. He could tell already that she wasn’t going to put up much of a fight. That was the smart move – she was locked in a cell with a man twice her size and many times her strength. Even if she fought him off once, he could keep coming at her until she was worn down – and then things would get brutal. While that had its own appeal, he wasn’t in a mood for nonsense. There was something about Cynna that Pit Bull just wanted to fuck her hard. He had a feeling she would be a spectacular lay.
He sat down on the bed next to her and smiled. “You know what comes next, don’t you?” She nodded her head, her heart stuck in her throat. She didn’t want to do it. She really didn’t want to do it – but what choice did she have? “Are you going to co-operate and get it over with, or are you going to fight, get fucked anyway only getting fucked up too. Know what I’m saying bitch?” Again she nodded, and this time she brought her head up and looked him square in the eye. “I’ll be good, sir” she said in a quiet voice. Pit Bull had never seen anything as sexy.
He said “Slide your ass over here.” She dutifully slid on the bed towards her rapist until she was right next to him. “Now put your arms around me and give me a kiss, a really nice one.” She was trembling as she slowly drew her arms around his neck. He pulled her close and she could feel his cock in his sweatpants, straining. Her pussy was throbbing a little. I’m not horny, am I? she wondered to herself as she brought her lips to meet his.
Whatever else he was, Pit Bull was an amazing kisser. His lips were soft and supple as they pressed against hers. She found her mouth opening of its own accord as his tongue slipped into her. Her own tongue began to play with him as they kissed slowly and erotically. He tasted of pot, not an entirely unpleasant sensation. Her breasts pressed against his chest and her nipples were on fire. Oh my God, I’m so turned on. And she was; this had always been a major fantasy for her, and now it was happening and she could do it without guilt. It wasn’t consensual, it was rape. She was forced to do it, threatened with disfigurement if she didn’t. That made it okay. It didn’t count.
She heard herself making little noises of delight as they kissed and she felt his hand ride up to her breasts. She had put the bra back on but that turned out to be a waste of time – he pulled off the ruined shirt that she had tied around herself and unhooked her bra. In moments her 34C lacy feminine bra was being pulled off her and her breasts were spilling out. He began to play with her nipples and she moaned.
Wait! Wait! Wait! This can’t be happening…this is all going too fast. I can’t be fucking another man. I can’t be excited to fuck another man. I don’t want him. I don’t. I want to go home. And there was the rub. She knew that the only chance she had at getting back home was to co-operate. Give these perverts what they want. She was woman enough to handle them all. Were they man enough to handle her?
They fell to the bed in a frenzy as she yanked down his sweats, revealing his massive hard-on. She’d never seen a cock that size before except in the pornos she sometimes watched to pass the time. It had to be eight or nine inches at least. Her husband was a decent size as were most of her lovers before him, but this? This was insane!
“Stroke me!” commanded Pit Bull and she put her hands on his cock dutifully and began to stroke the shaft. He was twisting her nipples violently, causing her to cry out in pain but in truth the pain enhanced the pleasure that was going on. She was as aroused as she’d ever been in her entire life. She was about to get some big black cock!
Pit Bull didn’t wait long to accommodate her. With a roar, he hiked the ruins of her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs on the bed. She didn’t resist at all as he moved his cock into position. He was going to fuck her now. She literally shivered in anticipation. Then he plunged into her and she screamed, partially with the pain of the violation but also with the delight of the stimulation. He stuffed her full of cock, a heaping helping double serving of dark meat. It was everything she’d ever fantasized about and more as he began fucking her. She felt like a whore, but it was okay – it made her feel young again, not like a housewife, a neighborhood mom. She was young, sexy and desired at this moment and it was a feeling she didn’t have often.
She was moaning and whimpering as he fucked her relentlessly. The truth was that she’d been horny all day; she and her hubby hadn’t had sex for six weeks – he was always too tired – and now her body needed it, craved it. Despite her orgasm in the car (or maybe because of it) it didn’t take long for her to crest again, screaming and moaning as her rapist-lover fucked her furiously. He kept at her even after she’d cum and it wasn’t long before her super-sensitive clit and pussy, swollen from all the attention, brought her back into another screaming hot orgasm, her body twitching and tingling, going into spasms of hot ecstasy as she arched her back and bucked her hips into his. Now she wanted him to cum, for him to show her his pleasure. Even though he hadn’t permitted her to speak she begged him “Please cum into me sir, I need your seed inside me. Fuck me sir, please. Fuck me hard…sir.”
Pit Bull obliged, redoubling her efforts, pinning her to the bed. Her tits bounced like jack in the boxes, the only sound in the room his grunts, her moans and the sloshing, slurping sound of a big cock in a sopping wet pussy. That and his balls smacking against her as he fucked her good and proper. It was amazing – this was by far the best she’d ever had. She had already climaxed twice and now a third orgasm took her, flooding over his cock as she moaned and screamed and cried out begging him not to stop.
He was surprised by her passion. He had expected her to fuck him only reluctantly but she had turned out to be a real animal. These were the kind of surprises he liked! He had to really pump into overdrive and now he was fucking the living daylights out of her, the bed shaking like an earthquake was leveling the city. She was making noises now, slut noises. The surveillance videos were capturing all of it and interested buyers were no doubt enjoying the show. This would be a keeper, Pit Bull thought. He might take a copy home himself.
He felt his own balls tingle and contract and he knew he was about to cum. With some titanic, powerful strokes he ruined her cunt, stiffening as the liquid fire came up his shaft and into her waiting drenched womb. She screamed as she felt his seed shoot into her body, painting the walls of her womb with his art, his potent seed like lava in her cunt. She came again, this time more powerfully and more intense than any orgasm she’d ever felt before. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even scream – her mouth was wide open, working in a silent scream that no sound could match. She almost passed out from the sheer power of her climax.
Instead it slowly subsided and she collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, her chest and bosom heaving. Pit Bull bent down and kissed her and she kissed him back passionately. “You weren’t half bad” he said with grudging respect. She smiled at that, pleased at the compliment. “Th-thank you, sir.” Her voice was ragged and scattered as she fought to bring her heartbeat under control. Damn, what kind of slut was she becoming?
At length Pit Bull sat up , stretched and stood up off the bed. She could still feel his hot huge cock inside her as she lay in a delirium of bliss, her skin glowing and the smile on her face couldn’t be pried off with the Jaws of Life. For once he wasn’t quite sure what to say so he just said gruffly “This is just the start, bitch. We gonna make you a real woman now.” Lying there in the afterglow of coitus, watching her rapist-lover walk out, Cynna knew something fundamental had just changed. Whether she could take advantage of it remained to be seen.