Gwyne found herself nearly breathless staring at a door with chipped paint. The doorknob jiggled and her heart pounded in her chest, it was nearly in sync with the music pulsing just outside the door. She was in a bathroom, slowly backing up. The door began to violently shake as someone banged on it, trying to get in. Soon enough the entire door rattled with their furry.
"OPEN THE DOOR!" A man roared, "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"
She cried out nearly hysterical, she had no idea how, he'd found her here. She backed herself into a wall and the door stopped rattling. She could hear him drag his nails across it before he tried the handle again as if she would have unlocked it! She looked around her, trying to find another way out of the bathroom or some place she could hide but there was nothing. There was no place to hide nor escape! There was only one door and the windows, were those fucking frosted ice cube blocks, that let a little bit of light in but no way out. There wasn't even anything to grab onto for a weapon.
He pounded on the door once more and kept jiggling the handle. She heard him roar out in frustration on the other side and covered her ears. She slowly slid down the wall and sunk to the bathroom floor. He just kept trying to get to her and wouldn't take no for an answer. Why wouldn't he just go away! Why couldn't he understand she didn't want to do this anymore! She was done and this time she meant it!
The door stopped moving for a moment and she hoped he'd given up or that someone had seen him. Maybe he'd run off, if not, then they'd call the police and make him leave her alone. She started to lower her hands from her ears and then a moment later she heard something slam into the door. She saw it shake more then it ever had.
She quickly covered her ears once more as it fell still then shook violently again. He hadn't given up or been caught, he was just trying another way to break down the door. She sniffled, how...how had things gotten this bad! How had she let them get to this point! She should have stopped sooner. She never should have approached him in the first place. She should have trusted her gut, that first moment she met him. She felt something, yes an urge to run. She should have found Tawnie and ran.
She regretted ever meeting him now. He really WAS going to destroy her one way or another. They couldn't control themselves when they were around each other. They were toxic to one another, why couldn't he see that and just accept it was over. She felt like they were in an unending spiral. She didn't want to fall apart and fuck hard anymore. She just wanted to be with Corrie….CORRIE! WAIT! Wasn't this a dream?
She was confused for a second, pulling from her thoughts, she had dreams before but this felt different, like it was really happening. She stood up and looked at herself in a large mirror on the wall. She was surprised to actually see herself staring back at her. Only she had changed slightly, she was curvier, thinner and her hair had been chopped short to her chin. She hadn't cut her hair in years, not since high school.
She didn't understand, usually when she had these kind of dreams, she was someone else. She might catch a glimpse of herself in some reflective surface and her face and body would always be different but she somehow knew it was her. No matter the sex, skin color or even species. Yet this time it really was her as she was now or a version of herself.
She turned away from the mirror and realized she hadn't stood up at all. She was still sitting on the floor with her hands over her ears, rocking herself. Was she having some sort of out of body experience? Before she could figure things out, the door finally gave way. He'd kicked it in, broken the fuck wood around the lock. She tried to see who it was but he was a blur of movements as he rushed out and grabbed her. She was suddenly back in her body and screamed.
Gwyne woke suddenly opening her eyes. She gasped realizing she'd been having a nightmare. Someone was in a bathroom? No, she had been in a bathroom and someone was trying to get in. She had no idea who it was but she'd been scared and it had felt so real. She moaned, stretching, she felt wrecked but not in the usual way. Her mind for once was fully intact, oddly clear, even though her body radiated with such pain. It had been a while since she'd woke up feeling like this and not been hung over. She wasn't sure if it was better to have a clear mind or worse, either way she hurt.
She groaned as her eyes focused more and she became aware of someone watching her. It was Dawson. He was fully dressed and just standing over her with a video camera. She looked up at him, furrowed her brow and wondered how long he had been there. It was seriously fucking weird to stand over someone and watch them sleep but creepy as shit to film it. She gave him a strange look then rolled over, wanting to go back to sleep.
Yet he wouldn't let her, he yanked the blankets off her and slapped her ass hard. "Come on! Wake up sleepy bones! You've laid around long enough. We're going out"
"Long enough? Going out?," she grumbled feeling exhausted.
She felt like she'd just shut her eyes and he was waking her up. She got to her feet and stumbled into the bathroom. It slightly hurt to pee, which was amazing considering all she'd been through these last what? How long had she even been here now? She ran a hand through her hair having no fucking clue. At some point she was going to have to go home, right?
She chuckled to herself then yawned and finishing up. She washed her hands and ran her fingers through her hair fixing it. Eventually she took a close look at herself in the mirror. Her face was still jacked up, her nose was blotchy as ever with the bandage across it. She now had two pronounced black eyes, the bruises had probably just taken a bit to show up. Of course, it probably didn't help he'd shoved her face in the mattress last night.
Her breasts were all blotchy, red and raw from him smacking them around. She also had a fist size bruise under her breasts. And of course there was her pussy. Her lips were swollen, black and blue and she really looked like she'd had it. It had never looked this bad. She stumbled back from the mirror then gently ran her finger tips over her lips. It hurt just to touch. She didn't feel the same way about it as before. She regretted telling him she'd liked the bruising. It was nothing compared to this.
She ran a hand over her face shaking her head. There would be no fucking today, if anything she should go home, rest and reevaluate her life choices or the lack there of. She nodded to herself but honestly wasn't certain of anything at this point. There was a lot of things she should have done by now that she hadn't. Of course she had no one to blame but herself.
She let out a heavy sigh and began to notice her back ached. She turned slightly and saw several fresh bruises on her back as Dawson strode into the room. She couldn't quiet recall when he'd done those, last night got a little fuzzy, after he'd thrown her onto the bed. She supposed being smothered did something to the recollection. Fuck! She'd almost forgotten about that. Again she looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head.
Dawson stepped up to her and handed her this wad of scrunched up fabric. Oddly enough she knew what it was. She'd seen one or two of these before they looked so tiny when they were scrunched up but it was a mesh body suit.
"Put this on, were running a little late."
"Late?" She said. "How can we be late, when I didn't even know we had plans?"
He grew impatient with her lack of movement and took the body suit from her. He gathered it up then put it on over her head. It was like putting on nylons only for her entire body. She slid her arms into the sleeves, stretching them out as he slid the rest of the fabric down her body.
He was being rough and she hissed, "Gentle, gentle," As he hooked the fabric together at the crotch.
Once he had secured it she looked at herself in the mirror. It now looking like a sheer long sleeved one piece swim suit. She wondered why he bothered putting it on as she could see most everything, there were just a few more shadows. He ran his hand over the fabric and said, "I can't wait to take your bruised pussy out on the town."
He seemed so excited as he dashed out of the room. He returned a few seconds later with a black corset. Before she could say anything, he put it around her and began lacing it up. It sent her middle sucking in and her boobs popping way up. Still half asleep she asked, "What the fuck is this?"
"Your corset, I had it custom made, I told you, we need to pull that mess of a waist in."
He laced her all the way up and then turned her about admiring it. "It's a start"
He nodded then rushed out of the room again. Alone she ran her hands over the corset. It did fit like a glove and make her look like she had hard curves but it was uncomfortable. When he returned to the room she tried to tell him. "I've tried a corset before when I was younger. I don't like them, it's hard to breath and nearly impossible to eat in them."
He didn't respond right away. He set some things down on the bathroom counter then picked her up without warning. She protested as he moved her to sit on the counter, "Hey! Are you listening to me?" she asked as he pulled some nylons stalkings from his pocket and began to put them on her legs.
"I am. Take smaller breathes, and eat less," he teased with a sly smirk.
She glared down at him as he connected the stocking to her corset. He playfully snapped one of her garters against her then stood up and gently kissed her lips. She was upset with him but threw her arms around him pulling him in more, she couldn't help herself when it came to those lips. They deepened the kiss, making out for a solid minute or two.
When he pulled away she whispered, "Jerk,"
His smirk just got bigger as he grabbed a platform stiletto, ankle boot, from the bathroom counter. He put it on her foot and laced it up tight before doing the same with the other foot. She had no idea how he expected her to walk in these, they were so high and the stiletto was like walking on the tip of a knife. She had a feeling if she right out asked him, he'd just say, "carefully."
He began to brush her hair then, "Full service," she teased not used to this kind of treatment.
He didn't respond focused on what he was doing, he brushed her out, then parted her hair before putting each part into a high pony tail. Then he quickly braided them, "Your hair is thick like rope,"
"Thank you,"
"I don't think you'll be thanking me when I grip them, like handlebars and pound your ass."
"Hmm, you're right. About that, we should take a break from sex today."
"Why?"
"Uh, hello, have you seen my pussy. We've been going at it practically constant and you fucked me up harder then usual yesterday."
"Usual," he repeated then chuckled to himself "Hmp I suppose this is becoming rather regular for us but you'll get used to it. Like I said you're a lightweight."
"I don't want to get used to this and I'm tired."
"I let you rest,"
"For a few hours,"
"You were out for more then a few hours," he said.
"Really," she said surprised, "It only felt like a few hours...well seconds really."
"It wasn't," he said but didn't tell her how many hours she'd been out. He just continued. "You need to get into the habit of taking it, whether you're in the mood or not, even if you're wrecked. You should always be ready and willing to fuck. Now Shut it! I need to get your makeup done and if you keep distracting me, we're not gonna make it before they close."
"Again make what? Just what do you have planned?" She asked.
He refused to answer, he didn't even smile, he just got to work doing her eyes and lips. He removed her bandage and then covered up the bruises on her face with makeup. It hurt but when he was done she looked normal...no, better then normal.
"Wow." she said looking at herself in the mirror, "I look amazing! You ever consider being a make up artist?" He didn't respond he just started cleaning up, then pulled her from the counter. He brought her over to a full length mirror and looked her over nodding, "Yes...finally you're done?"
"Done? As in done getting dress? Just where am I going dressed like this?"
"Like what?"
"Hello! I'm barely dressed you can still see everything!"
"You were wearing less when we met," he said not seeing the problem.
"Are we going to a sex party?"
"Maybe?"
"Seriously?" He pulled her into the bedroom and she nearly fell trying to keep up with him in her shoes. "Are you gonna answer?"
"No, so stop asking." he said, grabbing his jacket off the bed.
He put it on and made sure he had everything he needed, patting down his various pockets. When he was done, he picked up a fur coat and put it on her. It just barely covered her ass. "You're lucky I'm giving you something to wear at all. When you're with me, you do what I want and wear what I want. Consider yourself as you said the other day, a doll. You are my doll, to play with and in turn you get endless cock."
"Right," she said, thinking she couldn't keep this up, if he was being serious.
"Now, Fuck Hole," he said grabbing the chain leash from his pocket "Lets go."
He clipped her nipples causing the body suit to get little holes then slid his hand under the fabric at her crotch painfully connecting her clit ring. He began to pull her but she gasped, grabbed hold of the chain and pleaded "Could you at least go easy on me today, I really am jacked up."
"I know, I took so many pictures. You're so swollen, all nice and bruised up it's gonna take a while to go away."
"Yeah well it hurts enough,"
"Like I said you'll get used it," he said tugging.
She winced but started stumbling forward. She wasn't used to such high heels and had to take small quick steps. She thought about putting her foot down but part of her was kind of curious just where he wanted to take her like this. They left his place and went to the parking garage. Mr. Charles was already waiting for them. When they pulled outside it was night. She couldn't be sure how late or early. He took them downtown to the boardwalk on the river front. She realized he was taking her to the amusement park when they stopped in front of it and he insisted she get out.
"Are you seriously taking me to the amusement park...like this?" she said giving him a look as she stepped outside.
He came after her and said "We're only going on one ride. I want to take you on my favorite, get your adrenaline pumping before I take you some place classy,"
"Classy," she repeated looking back at him. The last "nice" place he took her to was that flower garden, where he had her expose herself and he fucked her brains out before ditching her. "You'd better not ditch me again!"
He scoffed at her insinuation. "I did not ditch you!" he waved Mr. Charles off and she assumed he was going to park. "I simply got the car while you took a moment to think."
"Right." she said crossing her arm.
"I love it when you pout. Don't tempt me to make you think again."
"Don't tempt me to drop your crazy ass. I'm already breaking my rules for you."
"Yes, well you're going to break all your rules with me." he teased.
He chuckled and lit a cigarette as they got in line for tickets. It had to be pretty late usually there was loads of people buying tickets but there seemed to only be two or three people ahead of them. He took a few puffs then handed her the cigarette. She gladly took it, she took a several long drags then handed it back to him. She started to walk in place as it got chilly, it was close to summer but could still get pretty cold in the evenings. Her ribs were also aching slightly in the corset, she felt stiff and confined.
More then anything, she wished she was back at her place in the tub with a nice big bowl of ice cream or curled up in bed watching a good movie. It was rare for her but she realized she might be getting sexed out. These last few days had been amazing and all but she really needed like an extended break from everything...okay to be more specific HIM!
She looked at him as he smoked while waiting for their turn. He was just so intense way...way too intense. The things he did and the things she did when she was with him were insane. How many days had she lost in his bed. She'd lost all sense of time and self with him. At some point this crazy train needed to make a pit stop so she could get off, at least for a few days.
"Listen, I've enjoyed hanging out and all but after this-"
"Shh, I'm thinking." He said.
"About?"
"Just what I'm going to do to you tonight." He gave her a smoldering look and she had to look away. He...this guy, no one had ever made her feel this way! There was this hint of danger mingled with excitement. He was seriously on his own level. The way he kissed, the looks he could give, oh she had it bad but just what was the question. Was this really just sex a momentarily thrill or was something more going on here. He was married but-
He dropped his cigarette pulling Gwyne from her thoughts. She watched him put it out with his foot before he nodding to her. She realized the line had moved forward and it was their turn to get tickets. He only bought two, worth one right each. She realized he'd been serious, when he said they were only going on one ride. She couldn't help but find herself curious.
"What ride?"
"You'll see," he said, then put his arm around her waist, "We're going on our own special adventure, tonight."
"Right" she said, walking with him.
They made their way through the park and she kept getting looks. Of course it was only expected, given how scantily clad she was. Some looks were just shock, others disproving, but surprisingly she got a lot of looks from some rather attractive men. They'd smile at her and she couldn't help but smile back.
Dawson took noticed and grumbled. "So much for being super sore."
"What," she said barely hearing him.
He pulled her in more. "Like I don't see you, sizing cocks up left and right, that hole of yours is always on the prowl, looking to gorge"
"It's not... I'm not, it's just nice to be admired,"
"Well tonight, you're going to get a lot of that," he said with a smirk.
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"You ever been on this?" he asked, nodding his head as he looked forward.
She followed his gaze and saw a roller coaster. It was not just any but what was suppose to be the world tallest and fastest, at least that is what they claimed. While she had been to the amusement park many times over the years and gone on most rides, this one had been avoided at all costs. Tawnie had tried to get her on it, a few times and she'd nearly done it but thankfully the lines had always been too long.
Admittedly she did not want to ride it, the highest point was said to be fifty-five stories high. She didn't have an issue with height per say, she loved flying dreams but dreams and reality were far different. She didn't trust a hunk of metal to go that high up and had heard too many horror stories of people getting stuck, thanks to Corrie. He said it once took them five hours to get someone off the ride mid summer, when it was stuck upside down in one of the loops. It had been fixed since then but no thank you.
She looked at the loops now and groaned. "No way, I'm not-"
"You are," he said, interrupting her protest.
"Listen I-"
"Uh uh!" he said putting his finger to her lips. "You should know it pointless to argue with me by now. In the end I always get what I want." He removed his finger and then took up the side of her face in his hands. He leaned in giving her a kiss before she could respond. It was passionately...possessive. When he pulled back he softly rubbed his thumbs against her cheeks.
She swallowed she really didn't want to but knew with him, it was hard to say no to anything. They got in line and she attempted to pump herself up. This was nothing, it wasn't like she was streaking through some wedding. She'd done way more scarier shit then this...probably would with him. The thought didn't help if anything it unsettled her. She bit her lip wondering what time it was.
She was hoping it was too close to closing that they wouldn't be able to get on but the line moved fast. Before she knew it they were strapping her in a car at the very front of the coaster. She chewed on her lip shivering. She told herself it was only a few minutes or so but she was still scared of that lift and ultimately the drop. He could see she was nervous.
"You're going to love this," he said. "It goes really fast and hard and that drop at the end-"
"You're not helping." She snapped. She gave him a dirty look and he laughed.
"Oh was I suppose to be?"
She glared at him, "No but pointing shit out is…. ah. What even is the point of this! Why are we riding this?"
"I want to get your heart racing, get you high on adrenaline, rather then giving you some substance to clog your mind. I want you to be fully awake, aware, to take in everything I'm about to show you tonight."
She had no idea what he was talking about. She knew if she asked he wouldn't answer. The last few passengers were nearly locked in. She groaned and he laughed again before saying, "Relax."
"Relax...relax! You know I've heard things! This thing has gotten stuck a few times."
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
"Hmp, well here's hoping we get stuck at the very top, the view at night is amazing."
"Did I mention you're crazy." she said furrowing her brow.
"Yes," he said then leaned over whispering in her ear, "But you love it!"
"I do not! Not in this moment."
"Do too," he said biting at her ear.
He got in even closer and whispered "Spread your legs, let some air get to that bruised pussy of yours."
She looked at him as she heard clicks and clanks. She let out an uneasy whimper as they started slowly moving. He dipped his hands between her legs to her inner tights pulling at them. She let out a heavy breath and gave him a look. He seriously wanted to do shit now...NOW! When she was absolutely terrified!
He just smiled at her and kept urging her to she spread her legs. As they sped up she closed her eyes and said fuck it. She spread them wide and he smiled, pleased with her obedience. He dipped his hands between her legs and unclipped the body suit so her pussy could be free to the air. She gave him an uneasy look as she clutched the bar that was keeping her locked. He just gave her sex a pat and let out a chuckle as they climbed their first slope.
They didn't climb very high but it had to be at least two stories, the height of her apartment. The first drop came quick and wasn't bad but oh how they sped up right after it. Her hair began to rush around her as they did sharp turns and spirals. She cried out as she felt herself being jerked this way and that. She went up and then down, her stomach felt like it was doing summer salts and she was glad she hadn't eaten before this. They went around and around then up, down and backwards several clicks before they shot off like a rocket through two loops her. She cried out as her boobs popped free while they were upside down.
Dawson let out a whale of a shout seeing it. She struggled to get them under control. The mesh wasn't enough to hold then and gravity and her breasts never seemed to get along. It was horrible but also funny. It was the last thing she thought she'd have to worry about on this ride. For a second as they went round and spiraled again, she started to get into it, liking the dips and rises. She loved how the wind would rush through her hair. She could feel the air wash over her her tights and sex and thought maybe this wasn't so bad.
Yet with each turn she knew they were getting all the closer to...the ride slowed to a near stop. Her eyes went wide as her heart skipped a beat. Shit! She worried they were stuck. They were upright but still. She swallowed giving Dawson a worried look and he seemed just as surprised as she was. Before she could say anything, she began to hear a series of clicks and clanks as they turned a corner. Then she saw it! The slope! The highest slope! The top of the ride! They kept slowly move up and up the moment. She clutched her the roller coasters bar knowing this was the moment she'd been dreading the most, fifty-five stories of height.
"Shit" she said feeling queasy. Her adrenaline spiked as she tried not to panic.
Dawson watched her closely. He hadn't taken his eyes of her since the ride had begun. He knew it by heart and had even played up some confusion when they stopped. He could see how worked up she was and cackled at her distress. She gave him a sideways look and it only made him laugh harder. Clearly she'd find no comfort in him.
They climbed for what seemed like forever then they'd got to a little bit of a dip inward before more clicks and clanks and they'd climb once more. At first she looked up and then around her as everything began to grow distant...smaller. Eventually she couldn't look down, or up so she just stared forward wide eyed. She felt like they were being dragged into space. He suddenly put his hand between her legs. She screamed and violently jerked against the bar that held her.
She hadn't expected him to reach out and touch her. He began to pet her pussy and it hurt, causing her to let out a painful groan. "Don't it really does hurt!'
"Yeah… how much?" He said petting it even more.
"A lot."
"You said you liked it bruised."
"Yeah but this is way more then last time."
"Yeah," he said. "It was but it looks so good on you."
"Right," she hissed.
She looked at him then around and up, there was barely any track left. She let out an uneasy whimper as she felt sick to her stomach. They were nearing the absolute top now and she messed up...she looked down. She gasped as everything did look kind of pretty this high up but it also was so so high up...windy and cold. He sunk his finger into her as they climbed the last few feet. He wiggled it around and she glared at him...of all the fucking times. He pulled his finger out then kissed her cheek playfully.
As she heard a series of clicks, clanks and this fucking grinding noise, she swore her fucking heart stopped. She let out more uneasy whimpers, other people were also crying out...some shouting, one girl started to straight out scream. She looked off to the side for a second taken aback by how loud it was.
Dawson studied her for a moment thne leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "I really like hurting you. Next time for your bruised pussy, we should use a baseball bat."
"A WHAT!" she shouted. Her eyes went wide at his suggestion.
He suddenly slapped her pussy and she cried out and then...then….the drop. Her eyes darted forward and she looked down seeing the world around her come crashing down. She screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs as they plunged down full speed.
Her heart nearly exploded in her chest as she felt her survival instincts kick in. She put her arms out in front of her, like she could do something to save herself from falling. For a moment there was this powerful feeling, she closed her eyes and felt this massive gust of wind rush her. It sent her back into her seat along with everyone else. The coaster made this awful sound as metal violently shook. The screams of the others increased but her own had stopped as she felt something strangely familiar.
When she opened her eyes they were nearing at the bottom. The coast was completely vertical then reached the bottom and evened out to be horizontal once more. They went to a spiral then before going through the last two loops of the ride. They made it through the first one with some ease but they almost didn't have enough to make it through the seconds one. They nearly stopped upside down mid loop. She held her breasts and looked at Dawson. He actually seemed quite alarmed. She didn't know if he was messing with her or what. The coasted just barely went through the loop and then slowed to a near stop, some dozen or so feet from where the track was suppose to end. Everyone seemed concerned, they began to move about and whisper.
Gwyne had no idea if this was normal or not. "Is this normal?"
"No," said Dawson looking puzzled. "Usually the drop has more speed and the momentum takes us all the way to the end. Most times they have to hit the breaks to get us to stop."
"Oh, wow," she said.
"Yeah." he said furrowing his brow.
Several minutes passed as the people running the coaster rushed about. Soon enough they heard clicks as they coaster was slowly dragged in the rest of the way. When they finally arrived the ride operator quickly asked. "Is everyone okay?"
People seem mostly shook up but were otherwise alright. She still felt a little strange. She heard a woman behind them whisper, "Did you feel that gust of wind?"
"Yeah." a guy responded, "It came out nowhere. That's probably what slowed us down."
"I've never been more terrified in my life." said the woman. "I swear I thought the coaster was going to come apart."
"No way." said the guy, "They build these things to withstand hurricanes."
"Did you like it that much? Perhaps we should go again," said Dawson.
Gwyne stopped eavesdropping and realized he'd gotten out. Her bar was up but she was just sitting there, "Oh sorry,"
She quickly adjusted her outfit, closing up the crotch of her body suit and making sure her breast weren't exposed. As she got out, the ride operator was making an announcement to the people still waiting in line. "Sorry folks but rides shut down for maintenance."
"But we still have twenty minutes before the park closes," shouted a guy, "This isn't fair."
"I'll be handing out fast passes for tomorrow, you can come back first thing in the morning and jump the line."
People still seemed upset even with the offer. Dawson pulled her down the exit ramp and said "Good thing we got on when we did."
"Yeah, I guess." she said. It was still freaky it malfunctioned but at least they hadn't been stuck on it for hours.
"So," he said as they made their way back to the parking lot. "How'd you like it?"
"Uhh, it was insane but I guess it wasn't totally bad. I mean some parts were almost fun."
"Almost," he chuckled.
They continued to walk through the amusement park. It almost seemed like a shame coming here for one thing but it was almost closing time. It wasn't like there was much they could do in what, twenty minutes that's what the ride operator had said. Maybe they'd come back another day, of course if they did, he'd probably want to ride it again. Once was plenty, especially considering how it broke down, from what, a gust of wind?
They got to the parking lot and she looked for the town car. She wondering where Mr. Charles had parked, if he would meet them or they'd go to him. Dawson kept walking, pulling her along with him. They walked all the way out of the parking lost and crossed a street onto the nearby boardwalk. She wondered if they were going on a walk or to some place nearby. It was a bit of a struggle walking in these shoes, they weren't exactly meant for long distance.
After a moment Dawson continued their conversation, "I'll tell you my favorite part was seeing the twins get some air,"
She gave him a look recalling that, "Uh yeah, well this corset doesn't help!" she said adjusting her breasts. "It keeps them puffed up, plus this fabric if you can call it that is super thin. I might as well be exposed"
He chuckled and said "I like them puffed and exposed."
"Right," she said. "We already confirmed you'd like me to walk around naked."
"That I would, that I would," he nodded, "What was your favorite part."
"When we got off." she teased.
"Seriously."
"I guess some of the smaller dips and spirals. I liked feeling the wind run through my hair."
"And between your legs?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"See you should always listen to me."
"Right," she chuckled shaking her head.
"Now how did you feel about that drop?"
"The drop." she rolled her eyes. "I thought I was gonna to die! That climb and then wait!" she stopped walking, recalling what he'd done just before it. "A BASEBALL BAT!"
He burst out laughing as she remembered. "Just recall that did you?"
"ASSHOLE!" She said giving him a really hard whack on his back. "YOU CAN'T BE FUCKING SERIOUS!"
He cackled and let her hit him several times. "Come on, I was just teasing you. I saw how worked up you were getting. I was just trying to take your mind of the drop. I wouldn't use a bat."
"I don't believe you!" she spat. "I told you my pussy hurt and you still slapped it."
"Alright, alright," he said grabbing her arms as she kept striking out at him "Well, I promise, I swear, cross my heart, I wont use one on you, less you ask."
"Yeah...no!" She said pulling free of his grasp. "I don't trust you at all and I'm never going to ask."
"You might? I bet there are a lot of things you never thought you'd do. Like that roller coaster, just now."
"Yeah, well you sprung that on me! How about from now on, you tell me before you go scaring the crap out of me!" She said as she started to walk again, even though she had no idea where they were going.
As she pulled ahead of him, he followed after her whining. "But then it wouldn't work! It would ruin your response!
"My response! Uh you are such a-" He rushed up to her unexpectedly from behind. She cried out as he scared her, lifted her up around her middle and into the air. He held her up and began to spin her around and around.
"HEY!" she protested struggling in his arms "PUT ME DOWN!" She cried out but also laughed.
"NO!" He shouted out, shaking her in his arms, "YOU ARE JUST SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY!" He carried her several feet and then dropped her down near an alleyway. He seemed so energized, in one of his manic moods. He got behind her and grabbed her breasts as he started to nudge her into the alleyway "Uh, I just want to take you into the alley and rough you up some more,"
"No, no," she cried pulling from him. She managed to turn them away from the alley. "I told you to take it easy on me tonight. You've been fucking constant, literally."
He smiled. "I can't help myself your body is just so inviting. I just love your hole. It's too good...too glutenous, it needs to be filled constantly and you need to be punished!"
"Punished?" she repeated, "What did I ever do?"
"So many things," He said grabbed at her from behind, he bent her slightly and place hands at her hips. He began dry humping her from behind as they walked. She looked around afraid some people might see them but the place was pretty deserted this time of night. It must have been a week night or something. He tried to steer her back into the alley but she pulled at his hands and struggled to get free of him. He stopped humping her but turned her around and pulled her in by her coat. He kissed her and she moaned his lips were just so soft and all consuming.
She could feel herself getting wet and groaned. "No….no, I can't!"
He deepened the kiss pulling her tit out and squeezing it as he stuck his tongue in her mouth. Her heart leapt as they began to make out right there in the street. All her thoughts and fucking common sense, was falling away to this ever so dangerous man.
"Uh...how," she weakly protested in between kisses.
"What?" he asked.
"How can you do this to me? I-"
"Do what?" he softly whispered knowing exactly what he was doing, before he trailing kisses down her neck. He took her other breast out squeezing it.
"I uh this is so uh, we should stop this," she said as he took one breast in his mouth and then the other. He kept kissing her and fondling her. He ran his hand over her sex pressing the fabric of her body suit up against her. It hurt, she was so sore but still wanted more. Fuck, what was wrong with her, just how much abuse could she and her pussy take. "I should get off this crazy train." She said breathlessly as he returned to kiss her lips.
He kissed her passionate, sending his tongue into her mouth. He swirled it all around before he pulled back and responded. "You should have never gotten on. I'm a one way trip...it's too late now. You gave yourself to me and now there is no escape."
He lingered close to her lips, almost kissing her again but not quite as he put her breasts back. She was sure he was going to drag her into the alley and fuck her senseless but he stepped back. He grabbed her arm and began to pull her along the wooden walkway. She didn't understand what he was up to. How could he get her so worked up and just walk away?
"I thought we were going to?"
"Nah, I shouldn't. You already look like a hooker," he said. "I don't want to cause chaos in the streets. You're just so beautiful."
"Right," she said slowly as she covered her breast again. She'd never met a man who could insult her and complement her at the same time. She pulled on his arm to get him to look back at her. "You know you dressed me like this."
"I did," he said. "But I wanted you to look good."
"Yeah?" She said. Again with the mixed messages! This guy! She looked like a hooker but she also looked good? She supposed she could be both but-.
"Gonna take you some place classy tonight." he said nodding to himself.
He'd been saying that all fucking night. "Would still love to know just where?"
"Bet you would," he teased.
"Couldn't I have even the slightest hint?"
"Nope," he said before giving her a quick kiss.
He pulled on one of her braids then put his arm around her waist and pulled her along. She followed, even though she knew she shouldn't. She needed a break, needed a good fucking rest yet she was so worked up right now. She knew she was going to be getting into trouble one way or another tonight and let out a heavy sigh.
"I swear, I think I'm becoming addicted to this...to you." she admitted.
"Good," he said "I hope you get to the point where you can't resist me, no matter how hard you try."
"And what about you?" she asked.
"What about me?"
"How do you feel about me?"
"I told you already, you mean nothing to me. You're just a hole, like any other."
"Way to flatter a girl."
"I'm sorry, were you looking for me to pump up your ego?"
"Maybe just a little."
"The whole point of this relationship is to tear you down or did you forget?"
"I didn't but a girl could use a boost every now and then on her way down."
"Alright then, my presents alone should be enough of a boost."
"Really how so?"
"I don't waste my time on just anything." he said.
"Ooo," she said rolling her eyes.
He moved his hand down and gave he ass a hearty squeeze. "You feel boosted yet?"
"Getting there," she teased. "How far is this "classy place" anyway?"
"Not far," He stopped walking and suddenly snapped his fingers. "That reminds me!"
"Reminds you?"
He reached inside his inner jacket and pulled out two masquerade masks. He put one on, it covered his eyes and nose disguising most his face. He handed the other to her and she put it on. It also covered her eyes and nose. Again, he had her interest peaked. Just where were they going that they needed to hide their faces.
"Are we going to a masquerade?"
"No but concealing our identities would be best for this occasion."
They started to walk again and he paused after a few steps. "What now?" she asked.
"I almost forgot," he said, reaching back inside his inner pocket, on the other side this time. He pulled out a leather collar, with a silver loop. He got behind her and attached the collar around her neck as he said "After all the shit you told me the other day, I don't trust you to behave yourself, just yet."
"Behave myself? What's that suppose to mean?" she asked as he pulled out a leather leash.
He attached it to her collar like she was a dog. It was degrading but she supposed it was better then him yanking her around by her privates. She walked just behind him and they approached one of the shops, along the boardwalk. It looked to be a bar. She'd never been there before or even heard of it. It didn't look very popular. When they stepped inside it was mostly empty, save for three guys drinking at the bar. They didn't even look up at them, when they entered, just nursing their glasses of beer. She wondered if this was the "classy place?" If so she couldn't see why he'd woken her ass up to come here? Maybe he just wanted a drink and the classy place would come after?
Dawson walked them up to the bar and said, "I'll have two shots of Haskins."
He flashed the bartender a black card, the guy nodded and gestured for them to come back behind the bar. They went into a backroom and the bartender nodded to a guy standing in front of a double door fridge. The other guy nodded back then said, "Two," aloud before touching his ear. He turned and she realized he had a radio in his ear. He opened the fridge doors and she found this all quite puzzling, until she looked inside the fridge. She saw a long hallway, instead of shelves, and food.
"What the fuck," she said never having seen anything like this. The fridge was a front.
Dawson beamed with delight at her reaction. He got behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He shoved her forward into the fridge and they walked down a long dark hallway that had a slop to it. She began to hear distant music playing. At the end of the hall, there were some mean looking bouncers that could no doubt break you in half and a large red curtain that was roped off. Now it looked like any other nightclub. Dawson showed them his card again and something else, he flashed it so fast she couldn't make out what it was.
One of the bouncers gestured to some weird machine off to the side that she hadn't noticed. Dawson slowly ran his hand over it. It dinged, then he grabbed Gwyne's hand and ran it over the machine, something popped up and it pricked her hand. Like seriously it took a chunk causing her to bleed, it dinged and the bouncers undid the rope cord ushering them through.
A woman approached them then, taking their coats. Gwyne held her hand looking at the small cut. When she didn't move Dawson pushed her forward into another sloping hallway. When they were a few feet away from the bouncers, she turned to him and asked. "What the fuck was that?"
"Just making sure we're clean," he said.
"Clean? What? For like for diseases?"
"Yep."
"No way! That was way too fast!" she said looking back for a second. "Like when I get tested it can take days or even a week on some of them."
"The poor always have to wait. The rich always get the latest in everything. I'm sure in another ten or twenty years some less accurate knock off version will be released, to the masses."
"Fuck." she said. "Seriously, that's a super cool machine but lousy they don't share it with everyone."
"Money and knowledge is power." he said. "Some might think our world revolves around a star but it's always been and will always be power. Those that have it and those below it."
"Fuck," she said again.
A part of her always knew this was true, mostly speculation and rumors. Who didn't suspect the rich had better everything but that was how the world worked. It wasn't fair, there would always be those who had more and those who had less. Still, it was weird, getting a glimpse of the other side of things. It was one thing to suspect something was true and another to know it was.
"Wait." she said, realizing she'd forgot to ask why? "Why did they need to test us anyway?"
They got to the end of the second hallway and there was another large red curtain. Dawson smiled at her, pulled her in close and parted the curtain. Together they walked through to the other side. It was dark for a second and there were some stairs. The music was much louder now and soon she began to see various lights as they stepped into a large open room.
Her eyes popped as she saw half naked women pole dancing. At first she thought he'd taken her to a strip club but soon saw people fucking out in the open. She let out a little gasp as she tried to take it all in. There was a bar, several stages and booths, everywhere she looked people were going at it, one way or another. She was reminded of the party she and Tawnie went to...the one where she'd met Dawson. Only this wasn't just some party but some actually every day shit.
It dawned on her, where she was and she excitedly asked "Is this! Did you bring me to a sex club?"
"Yes." he said squeezing her waist.
Oh! She had heard of these, come close to a few but none had ever looked like this. Most the time it was just some guys basement or a rumor of a place. Tawnie and her used to bitch about it. They'd always wanted to go to a real, legit one but never got the chance. They'd read about sex clubs, even seen pictures from them in Coquette. They used to follow the adventures of this woman who was "exploring" the world of sex. She'd said the cream of the crop sex clubs were by invite only.
They often wondered why they'd never got an invite to any. Then again they mostly fucked rando's in nightclubs and bars or went to parties thrown by frat guys. She suppose up until now she'd never been in the right place at the right time, yet again Dawson was expanding her world. She got so excited, she nearly blurted out she couldn't wait to tell Tawnie but knew what he said about "privacy." Of course she was going to tell her everything that happened tonight anyway...but he didn't need to know that.
"The places you think are classy, I swear." she said shaking her head. She tried to hide her excitement but he could tell, with the way she was practically jumping around.
"I take it this is your first time in a sex club"
"Oh, no," she said waving her hand through the air, "I've been to plenty," She tried to play it off cool but he didn't buy it for a second.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her whispering in her ear "Right, when? I don't recall you mentioning any."
"Well there are a lot of things you don't know." she said.
He made a strange sound she almost didn't catch over the music before he said. "You do not keep things from me."
"I wasn't you never asked."
"Fine, we'll go home and discuss it," he said pulling away from her. He turned and started going back up the stairs yanking her leash.
She rushed up to him nearly falling up the stairs. She grabbed onto him and he turned, looking beyond upset "No wait, okay, I lied, this is my first time in a place like this. I mean I've seen basements or knockoffs but nothing like this! I just wanted to seem like it wasn't, like I was more experienced. I don't know why it's stupid I know, I just, I think places like these are super cool. It's sort of been a dream of mine to go to a legit one, since reading about it in Coquette."
He was higher up on the stairs then her and glared down at her. She was almost certain he was going to pull her out of the club but he stepped down grasping hold of the back of her neck. He got in her face and hissed in her ear. "I'll have to punish you for lying. I told you I don't like liars."
"I know I'm sorry," she pleaded, hoping they could stay.
"You will be," he hissed.
His expression was cold and his eyes were dark. She swallowed worrying he was going to punish her right here and now but suddenly like a candle being blown out, his face softened and his eyes and body language changed. He brushed his finger tips over her lips then let go of her neck. He smiled at her and offered out his arm. "Well then, shall we."
"Y...yes," she shuddered taking his arm. She felt a chill run up her spine and was once again troubled by how fast he could change. Everything inside her was telling her she should run, jump off this crazy train if need be but instead she buckled in as it began picking up speed.
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