Ice cold water washed over her and she violently coughed, sputtering up some water. She choked, gasping for air as it hit her lungs they burned. They began to filled once more and she opened her eyes. She looked around and was confused. The sky was a pale gray, with various shades of...purple and she was on a beach, like an actual beach but the sand looked strange almost silver. She ran her hands through it and let it fall through her fingers, it sparkled.
She sat up and looking out at a vast ocean, it was strange almost green. She swallowed finding herself even more confused. She must have washed ashore but when had she been in the water? The last thing she recalled was fucking on some grass in a garden. She licked her lips they were salty, dry and perhaps chapped.
She kept looking around and took everything in. She saw others had washed up along the shore as well. She scrambled to her feet and rushed to the closest person. They weren't moving! She carefully examined them and they appeared to be dead. She kept going, running along the beach shore. She stopping at each person she ran across, looking for survivors but alas, she was surrounded by death.
She fell to her knees before one man, who had a large gash across his face. It was bloody but no longer bleeding. She turned him on his back and examined him closely. His eyes were open and glazed over with death. They were a pale gray almost silver. She didn't know why but she wept for this man, feeling her chest cave in with such emotion and loss as if she knew him somehow.
Her hands trembled as she ran her fingers across his face and through his hair. She touched her forehead to his and whaled, when she felt nothing as if she expected to feel something, some sort of deep connection to him. She pulled back and dropped to the sand on her but She buried her face in her hands and just cried for the longest time.
Eventually she looked around again hoping someone else had survived. She had a feeling she knew the other people on the beach as well but was closest to the man before her. She turn back at him still unwilling to accept what had happened. She tugging on him and pushing him about hysterical. Then she noticed something...a spark...electricity. She watched as the gash on his head began to close up.
She gasped pulling back and watched his glazed eyes slowly become clear. The color changed to various shades of blues and greens almost like an ocean. She was reminded of Corrie's eyes. She put her hand over her mouth as water began to poor from his lips and nose. His chest rose and he violently coughed before more water escaping his mouth. He choked and then gasped for air, sitting up. He rolled from his back onto his side coughing….breathing...alive. HE WAS ALIVE! Somehow he'd come back from the dead.
She rushed to touch him and put her arms around him. He turned to her combative, disoriented at first but once he realized it was her, he grasped hold of her and pulled her into his arms. He clung to her as she clung to him just as hard. Her love...her love had returned. Tears of joy streamed down her face and then, she heard more coughs and gasps.
Still clinging to her love, she looked over his shoulder and saw the others were coming back to life. Her heart surged with joy, at their return but she couldn't help but wonder how. Just what was going on here? How was this possible? Gwyne didn't understand, never having seen anything like this before.
Wait! Gwyne! Her name wasn't Gwyne. Was it? No it was! She forgot herself for a moment and then recalled. It was strange, she felt divided and yet united. She knew who she was and yet in this moment she also felt like someone else as well...yet both self's still felt like the same person. She felt tangled up, twisted in knots before she could begin to make sense of it. She felt her loves lips press against hers and everything else faded away. For a moment she just enjoyed the sensation his lips against hers. She closed her eyes then felt herself herself being pulled back as a chill ran down her spine.
Gwyne's nerve endings lit up as she took in a deep breath and woke up. She coughed and choked sucking in air. Her neck ached and her throat felt like it was on fire. She found herself laying on her stomach in some grass. She heard the sound of a belt buckling and turned slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dawson had put himself away and returned his belt to his pants. He was buckling it.
She vaguely recalled fucking him. She must have passed out, shit….shit. She let out a laugh and then a cough some more. She'd been fucked so hard she'd blacked out. She kept sucking in air, struggling to catch her breath for a minute or two. Ever muscle in her body felt so relaxed. Her pussy ached with delight and she could feel cum, seeping out of her. She wondered if she'd missed him cumming or just didn't remember.
She'd passed out before from drugs and booze but never from being choked out. Then again she'd never had a belt around her neck before or took dirty pictures exposing herself in public. She'd done so many new things. She chuckled to herself and felt strangely dazed and oddly euphoric. A second later she heard the click of a camera, of course that bastard was taking more pictures. Fucker didn't even bother to ask if she was okay, after choking her out.
She heard several more clicks as he walked around her, getting different angles of her in the grass. She just laid there catching her breath. After a few dozen clicks, he stepped up behind her and grabbed her ankles. He spread her legs wider and wider until he practically had her doing the fucking splits. Then of course there were more fucking clicks
She closed her eyes feeling exhausted. He was fucking exhausting! The shadows had pulled back some, it must have been later now and she could feel the sun and a slight breeze on her skin. She felt good a bit sore but good. She almost just wanted to take a nap like this, her legs spread wide open full of cum. He got down behind her and she wondered if he wanted to go again but he grabbed her leg. He brought it up and took off her shoe. Before she could wonder why the asshole tossed it off into a bush. Then he took of the other shoe and tossed even farther into a flower patch.
She felt him grab hold of her ass. He squeezed it kneading it, slapped it about before running his hand over her tights. He ripping them from her one leg and then the other. She was now completely naked. She half wondered how he expected her to get out of here? Was he gonna give her his clothes or had he brought something for her to wear?
He stood back up and she could see his shadow fall across the grass in front of her as he loomed over her. It looked menacing as shit, like something from some horror mo- He suddenly stepped between her spread legs. She felt his dirty shoe nudge her sex, then lightly step on it. Her eyes went wide and then she moaned as he applied pressure. Again this was vulgar. No one had ever stepped on her pussy before but fuck it felt good. AGAIN WHY! How did something like this feel so good? She closed her eyes wondering what was wrong with her, his dirty shoe was on her fucking pussy. He increased the pressure and she let out another moan.
"Alright," he said, "Now that we've taken care of business, we can finally start our day. I want you to take a moment and reflect on your behavior this morning. Decide right here and now if you want to be a hole full of rocks or cocks. I want you to close your eyes and really think about it, count to a hundred in your head. While you do that I'm going to get the car. I'll wait for five minutes. If you have not joined me I'll leave you here.
Her eyes shot open "BUT I'M-"
He pressed down on her even more. "Yeah, naked as you should always be. Now, think about your attitude going forward and the lesson you learned today. Count to a hundred in your head and if you try to follow me or skip a single number I'll know. I'm counting too. If you come to me too soon, I'll know you didn't really think about it and you'll have to walk your worthless hole home."
Without another word, she felt him step off her and pull away. She couldn't believe this! He couldn't be serious! It was one thing to playfully flash and expose herself every now and then, when no one was looking and another to be completely naked...especially here. She'd been half dressed in clubs and bars, naked after some really wild nights but in places you'd expected that sort of thing. Not some classy place like this that was open to the general public. Anyone could run across her. She also couldn't believe he expected her to find her own way out, when she'd never been here before.
If she was caught she could get into some serious. SERIOUS FUCKING TROUBLE! She looked back hoping he was just messing with her again, like when he said he wouldn't fuck her and yet he was gone! He was long fucking gone! She didn't know what to do, her heart raced with panic. She bit her lip frozen for a second and then she remember he'd only be waiting five minutes, then leave her. There was no way she could walk home like this! They were in the middle of fucking no where. She sat up and nearly sprung to her feet but remembered he'd said she needed to think and count. If she came to soon he'd leave her.
"Shit! Shit! Fuck!" She hissed under her breath.
She should be counting! She frantically counted in her head, terrified out of her mind. 'One, two, three, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Four, five, what did I get myself into? Six, seven, eight, this guy isn't just crazy, he's deranged. Fuck I'm deranged, associating with him, nine, ten, eleven. He's just so fucking! I could get seen...twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, FUCK SEEN! I COULD GET ARRESTED! Fuck me, fuck me, he totally fucked me! There is no way I'm getting out of here unscathed twenty or something thirty, shit, shit. I lost count. I'm taking too long, no going too fast fuck. Wait, I started late so...uh forty, forty-seven. Yeah fifty, seem safe. Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-five, skip a few ninety-eight, ninety-nine, a hundred. "FUCK!'
She urged herself to get up, no longer able to stay still. She had to get out of there or someone was gonna stumble upon her. She got to her feet, she was so nervous her legs were shaking and her heart was pounding in her chest. She began to stumble about and looked everywhere, trying to find places she could hide as she got out of here.
She did circles in place, trying to remember where the main building was. She found it but realized she couldn't go inside, not like this. She'd have to find another way out of here and to the parking lot. She stumbled closer to the building and saw a dozens or so people now. They didn't look like visitors. They were all dressed in nice tuxedos and uniforms. They were setting up tables and chairs with flowers arrangements.
Oh shit! She forgot about the flowers from earlier. She could see it now they were setting up for a wedding! She was naked at someone's fucking wedding. OH! OH! She was gonna have a heart attack at twenty five! She darted behind some trees and bushes drawing ever closer to the main building. She knew her freedom lay just on the other side of it. She kept looking for another way out. She debated taking off into the wilderness but she needed him to give her a ride, even if she could manage to walk out of here, she wouldn't get far without shoes. Even then she'd just love to get picked up along the highway by a cop or someone else.
Of all the things he'd done to her today, this was the worse. Of course, he wasn't the only one to blame! At any point she could have kept walking, told him to just keep fucking off and not gotten in his car. She could be home right now. She'd be alone probably looking for work and cleaning but at least she wouldn't be but ass naked at a fucking wedding.
How could she let herself be this stupid! She needed to seek help and consider she had a possibility of sex addiction. She was too crazy for cock! Drugs fucked most people up but for her it was sex. She was always so stupid when it came to sex but this...this had to be her all time low.
She kept moving staying low to the ground. She felt like a fucking spy waddling her naked ass around in various positions. She cursed under her breath trying to stay focused, now wasn't the time to get distracted. She needed a plan and like now. When she got to the main building what was she going to do? If she couldn't go through it then maybe she could go around? Maybe there was an opening in the hedges, some archway or something but she didn't see one. Maybe she could go through the hedges themselves but if there was a brick wall she'd be fucked.
Somehow she made it to the main building. She looked around, hoping no one would spot her or that she'd at least be able to get away if they did. She hesitated for a moment then went for it. She rushed to the hedges next to the main building and tried to see if there was a wall or a fence. However she quickly found she couldn't see through them as they were just too thick.
She began to panic! What was she going to do!? What was she going to do!? Her heart pounded in her chest and then from the corner of her eye, she noticed an old guy in a tuxedo. He was smoking a cigarette. He looked at her and did a double take. It was clear he liked what he saw, giving her a big grin but she was absolutely mortified. She'd been spotted!
"Sorry," she said. She wasn't sure what else she could say.
She rushed passed him trying to find some other way out. She rounded a flowery bush and spotted a woman outside with a clip board. She was giving orders "Over there. NO! I want it set up over THERE! ARE YOU DEAF! What the-"
Gwyne locked eyes with what she could only assume was the wedding planner. The woman screamed seeing Gwyne and dropped her clipboard. Her voice shrieking as she quickly demand, "What are you doing!"
Good question, good question...Gwyne froze like a deer caught in headlights. Clearly she didn't know what she was doing! As the woman collected her clipboard from the ground Gwyne snapped out of it and ran back to the hedges. Who cares if she couldn't see through them! She had to go for it. If there was a brick wall she'd fucking scale it or barrel through it with her embarrassed at this point.
The hedges were so thick, so fucking thick, she couldn't get through without scratching herself. She pulled back and ran along them hoping to find an opening or a part where they weren't so thick. The entire time the wedding planner shrieked, "CALL THE POLICE! CALL THE POLICE! SOMEONE GRAB HER AND CALL THE POLICE!"
She heard some men laughing and then jeering, "HEY BABY NEED SOME HELP!"
She didn't dare look back or bother to cover herself. Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened as she found it, at last, a break in the hedges. There was a sizable a hole at the bottom of two and she could see through to the other side! It had probably been made by some animals passing in between the hedges over and over again. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled through it. She scratched herself up some more but she made it through. Once she was on the other side, she got back to her feet and scrambled to the front of the estate. She looked at the parking lot and found it was no longer empty. There were so many cars, trucks and vans. They seemed to be various vendors and staff, along with some wedding party members. She looked passed them all to where Dawson had parked but didn't see his sports car anywhere.
HAD HE LEFT HER! NO! She was nearly hyperventilating. She looked beyond the parking lot and down the road they'd entered from. She could see it now, his sports car was idling in the middle of the road! He was waiting for her. She didn't know how much time she had left. She abandoned all caution and ran into the parking lot. She darted past a dozen or so people, gawking at her. The white gravel, that filled the lot hurt her feet but she didn't slow down for a second. She just b-lined to his car.
When she finally got to it and tried to open the passenger side door, she found it was locked. IT WAS FUCKING LOCKED! She frantically banged on the passenger side window and he casually rolled it down, his camera in his hand. He took more pictures of her. She didn't wait for him to unlock the door. She desperately dived through the window and he burst out laughing as she slipped across the front seat and onto his lap.
He started to drive off as her ankles were still out the window. It took her a moment but she managed to right herself and get into her seat before falling back. He sped up to the iron gates as more people flooded towards the estate.
He cackled, "Have yourself an adventure, did we?" She let out a loud groan and he laughed even more, "Hope you enjoyed it cause I doubt you'll be invited back."
"Fucker." she hissed giving him a scathing look. "I can't believe yo-"
Before she could finish, he hit the breaks. She fell forward but he caught her, pulling her to him. He leaned in kissed her with such passion and possessiveness that he took her breath away. It completely caught her off guard. The kiss was was just so strong and powerful. It had to be one of her top ten but she didn't tell him that not after the shit he'd just pulled. He lingered on her lips for a moment then pulled back and started driving again.
She fell back in her seat once more feeling winded. He pulled onto the off road and for nearly a minute, they sat in silence. She still couldn't believe she made it that she was in the car. It was over, it was fucking over and she'd survived...somehow. She had a feeling she'd remember this for quite a while.
"Anyone see you?" he asked.
"Loads of people saw me," she cried out shaking her head. She was still catching her breath. Her throat also felt sore form him choking her out. She rubbed her neck and looked into the side mirror. Her face was bright red and her neck was bruised from where he'd had the belt around her neck.
He cackled madly to himself, finding this all so hilarious, "Ha even better! I'm gonna have to request the security footage."
"Security footage?" she said turning to look at him.
"Oh yeah, the whole place is wired up."
"Well, they'll see you too."
"Nope, I know where all the cameras are located."
Was that why he waited so long? She just assumed he wanted more but maybe he was waiting for her to get to a certain spot so that he could fuck her without the cameras seeing. She had gone pretty far out, where there were trees and mostly empty land. With the shed, she thought he took her there because of the hose hook up but now she wondered if it was because there was no camera there. Either way, whether they saw him or not, they sure as fuck would have seen her.
"Well fuck, my life is over." He chuckled and she glared at him. "This isn't funny. I'm serious."
"Relax, that place is all about reputation and professionalism. I doubt anyone will say shit. They wouldn't want to risk it getting in the papers. Last thing they need is to have a report some deranged naked woman crashed one of their events."
"Deranged! I'm not deranged! You're deranged! You're the one who wanted me to do all that shit!"
"And you did," He let out a hearty laugh then placing a hand on her head as he drove. He seemed so happy, ecstatic even, "You were so great!," He placed his hand on the back of her neck. "I'm so proud of you. You are fucking gorgeous!"
She looked at him perplexed, like was this the same dude who'd forcefully shoved rocks up her pussy, a few minutes ago and called her filth. Had he flipped a switch or something? Was this the high of his mood swings or was he on something?
He suddenly roared out and hit his steering wheel with his hand several times."Uhh that was so good! FUCK THAT WAS GOOD! All those poses, you should model. Every inch of you should be on display. The way you up and pissed on the bench, like a fucking animal. How you finger fucked your degraded little hole. You got me so fucking hard. I could have watched you all day and all those rocks you sucked them up. Oh I wished I could have fucked um in you."
"I don't!" she said pulling back in her seat, "Like that wasn't hygienic. What if I catch something."
"Relax," he chuckle, "They were clean rocks,"
He popped one of the rocks out of his pocket and gave it to her. She bit her lip examining it. It was smooth and looked like something you'd buy in a gift shop. She thought this whole thing had been done on impulse but with these rocks, had he planned to do this the whole time? She found the thought quite unsettling.
"Uh…" She handed the rock back to him and looked out the window. "Great but the dirt was still dirt and your shoe was still a shoe" She said looking down at herself. She still had a few good smears of mud from him stepping on her.
"Relax, I didn't put it inside you, besides pussies have been dragged through the dirt for centuries. We'll clean you up nice and proper when we get home. I also got samples of your normal ph balance, if we need to reset."
"Reset? My PH what?"
"The normal balance your hole maintains."
She'd heard something about ph before but hadn't really thought about it. "When did you get a sample?"
He didn't respond as they got on the highway, he pulled her in by the back of her neck and kissed her again and again. Then he groped her breast pulling at her nipple ring, "You are so fucking hot. A fucking hot mess! You'll do anything I tell you, take anything I give you." He changed subjects like he changed lanes. "Yeah….yeah," he dropped his hand down to her pussy and dipped his fingers inside. He started fingering her, she was wet now with his seed spilling out of her and onto his seat. He didn't seem to mind, "I bet you always want more! Yeah! Yeah. With a body like that bet you fucking need it all the time."
"Not all the time, fuck," she laughed. "I'm not a nymphomaniac."
"You will be, we'll get you there. I want your entire existence to be sex."
He fingered her more aggressively. She closed her eyes, feeling it, it felt good even now, even after he had her run around naked. Most people would have lost their shit and never spoken to him again but she still wanted it, wanted him, fuck...FUCK! She was so messed up. She let out a mix between a groan and a whimper, excited yet disturbed. He breaths became heavy and she opened her legs more, giving him easier access to her.
He worked her into another orgasm and she clutched his arm, quivering with pleasure as he just kept going. After a second or two, he pulled his fingers out then wiped them on her face like it was tissue. "You fuck hole, are one dirty bitch! I saw you cumming of those rocks… my cock and now my fingers. What wont your hole devour."
She felt weirdly exhilarated almost high in this moment. She wasn't exactly sure what it was from, the cigarettes, her assistance, the taboo acts she'd just performed, the thrill of her escape or the multiple orgasms he'd just given her. Perhaps it was a mixture of everything.
"Tell me, how are you feeling, right now?"
"Good," she said running her hands through her hair and over her body "Really fucking good, actually. What was in that assistance you gave me?" He burst out laughing. She didn't get why. She looked at him confused and asked "What? What's so funny?"
"It was just a mint," he laughed.
"What," she said, "No way! I feel…"
"Free?" he said. "It's easier for you to put it on something else but this is all you. This is who you truly are."
"Are you sure? I still feel like it's more."
"You're just a whore. A whore that's finally getting properly fed." He said. He wiped his mouth then continued. "Don't get me wrong, I'd like to keep you guessing at what I give you. But from now on, you'll never know, if what I give you has something in it or if it's all you."
"Shit, I never knew before." she pointed out. "I just can't believe this was all me. I was sure-"
"Don't be sure of anything. Maybe I'm lying? Maybe I did give you something afterall?"
"What but you just said?"
He laughed and moved on, "Now did you like this, better or worse then last time?"
"Wait...did you or didn't you?" she said not wanting to move on.
"I wont repeat myself," He hissed. He gave her a flicker of annoyance. She rolled her eyes this fucking guy. He was like a roller coaster. "Answer,"
She ran her hand over her face and tried to think. Did she like this better then last time? "Uh fuck, I don't know it was different but still so intense...too intense. In fact, I'd say worse I didn't enjoy being ditched."
"Hey, I waited." he said. "I wasn't gonna leave my hole out for just anyone to find and fuck."
"Right, you said you'd leave me and I could walk."
"And you believed me."
"I don't know what to believe! I don't know you well enough to tell when you're bluffing."
"Good, I hope you can't ever tell. I like you desperate. Now for the rest of today's events." He gave her a sly smirk and licked his lips before continuing. "I'm gonna take you back to my place and were gonna take a nice long shower. I'll clean you up then fuck your hole silly, until I pass out. Then after a long nap, some good food and another shower perhaps, we'll talk. I want to know everything about you and all the lecherous things you've ever done. I want to know what gets you off, what you hate and most of all what scares you. I want you to tell me every dark little secret you've ever kept. Shit you would never tell a soul. I want it all. I want to know just how I can hurt and humiliate you."
She looked at him strangely as he was absolutely manic with joy. It was hard to believe he could get this happy saying such things. Then again she supposed this was his thing. She noticed his pants were tenting and rubbed her hand over it. He let her touch him this time, even teased. "You hungry?"
"Maybe?" she said playfully rolling her eyes and smiling.
"Yeah you think that hole in your face can handle this?"
He pulled himself out and she went down on him. He probably expected her to choke but she took him in sending him to the back of her throat to the point of almost swallowing it."Fuck! How many cocks you suck? No gag reflex? You suck a few hundred? Yeah and fucked a few thousand I bet. Yeah, I bet countless guys have had you." He grabbed her head and held her down on him even more. She wrapped her lips around him and began to suck and tongue him. She waited for some sort of reaction, a moan, groan or grunt even breathing changes but nothing. She picked up her game, applying different points of pressure and suction...still nothing. She pulled out various tongue techniques but guy wasn't reacting at all.
After another minute of her going at it, he finally let out a sigh, "Nice effort, I'm sure you've made some limp dicks cum but you are wasting your time, with me." He laughed. "Only my wife, can do me up proper."
She froze, his dick deep in her mouth….Wife? Wait! What! Did he just say wife? She didn't have time to think, he wadded her hair in his hand and held her to him. He began fucking up into her mouth and she started to choke as she felt him collide with her throat. It was already sore from earlier and this wasn't helping. "Yeah, yeah this will teach you take on more then you can. You boast a big game but you've still got some learning to do."
She struggled to breath as he kept blocking her air way jabbing cock down her throat. Sometimes he'd pull back and hit her cheeks stretching them. She thought he was going to suffocate her. When he finally stiffen and shot his load into her throat. It filled the back of her mouth and went down. He tasted, different not so much salt, she couldn't quite describe the taste as she struggled to swallow it all.
"Good girl, don't waste it, take it all now." he let go of her hair and began petting her. She swallowed and swallowed until it was all gone. "Now clean me up, proper, like a good whore should."
She licked his dick clean and sucked the rest of his seed from his tip before pulling off of him. Her throat felt so sore and she cleared it several times as she rubbed her neck trying to lesson the discomfort. He pushed a button and a small compartment opened on his car, "Cough drop," He said handing her a small box of green cough drops." She took one and popped it into her mouth, like his cigarettes she could tell these were premium. They tasted good and completely coated her throat, making her feel better.
"Nice effort but too much resistance, even with out the reflex. Your suction is also weak and you could do with some tongue exercises to build some muscle."
Build muscle in her tongue and her suction was weak? No one had ever fucking complained before. Then again, no one had ever fucking critiquing her. "Right."
He pushed another button on his consul and a cigarette popped up. He, lit it then took a drag. "Fuck, today was good, one of my best and it's just getting started. Gonna fuck that hole up all day, maybe even all night. Make you my personal cum dump. You'd like that right...being used. Ha, you were like a fat dirty piggy back there, crawling around in the dirt, searching out cocks in the garden like truffles, only to have your hole filled with rocks."
He chuckled to himself and took another drag of his cigarette. It was weird but she felt like he was talking to himself more then her. She kept seeing him look at himself in his rear view mirror too. At first she thought he was looking at the traffic behind them but he kept smiling at himself. He really seemed to enjoy looking at himself.
He brought his cigarette over to her and she thought he was offering it to her but he tapped his ash out on her tits. It burned as the small embers contacted with her skin. She pulled back giving him a look. "What the fuck."
"What?" He said.
"Your dropping your ass on my tits."
"So." he smiled.
"It burns.."
He did it again with a big smile, "Yeah"
"Could you not!" she spat.
"Are you telling me no?"
She looked at him but didn't say anything. He chuckled at her lack of response. She bit down on her lower lip and crossed her arms over her tits, hoping to protect them. He smiled at her but stopped dropping his ash on her. After a minute or so, he slowed down and drove at a reasonable pace, keeping with the flow of traffic. She watched him for a few minutes, his eyes drifted from the road to himself then her, then once again the road himself and her.
As they neared the city he said "You should always be like this, it should be a crime for you to wear clothes."
"Oh yeah," she said raising an eyebrow. She doubted others would feel the same, especially the way that wedding planner had screamed. She could only imagine what she must think. Gwyne sighed shaking her head.
"Yeah!" he said taking a drag of his cigarette. He let out the smoke then continued, "But we need to do something about that face of yours. Maybe even the hole head, put your hair up, or even cut it short. We could cover it up with a bag or a full mask with only a mouth hole."
Gwyne's eyes went wide, she slowly looked at him offended. "Are you calling me ugly?"
"Nah, your face is just distracting." he said waving his cigarette about, "Those big teal eyes of yours, the shape of your face and your nose, it takes away from you best features."
"Best Features?" repeated Gwyne in a dull tone as she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah those big porn tits, that glutenous fuck hole and fat ass. We get you in a corset, pull that mess of a waist in nice and tight, lose you a few pounds and you could start doing porn."
"Uh, who says I want to?"
"A body like yours is too gorgeous not to be visually shared with the world. You have already wasted so many years. I bet when you were younger you inhaled men, fucking had lines waiting on you."
"Uh no," she said Gwyne with a laugh."I'll admit, I'm a slut but not that much of a slut. I've fucked around but not like, constant, all the time, everyday. You keep making me sound like I'm a fucking nympho."
He scoffed, taking another long drag and let it out his nose. "I don't believe what I'm hearing here. This shit is the biggest travesty I've ever heard. No wonder your hole is a sopping mess. You need to feed that fuck hole every day, in every way and get it roughed up. You need to do something lewd with that body of yours everyday, not just for yourself but for others. You've been selfish keeping it to yourself. Once we break you down and get you gaping, I swear we're gonna show you off to the world and let them all admire what a mess you are."
She didn't know what to say to that. She wasn't sure if he was just being dirty or serious. She let out an exasperated sigh. "You are sending me all sorts of mixed messages, here."
"How so?"
"I don't know. I've never met anyone like you or been in a situation quiet this. Like you say shit! I'm gorgeous but you want me to cover my face and I'm a fat pig and need to lose weight. And you want me to do porn, like most guys don't want their girls doing that."
"You my girl now." he bust into laughter as if he found it hilarious.
When he quieted down she, hissed "No, I'm not saying that at all... just like...they don't like the girl they're fucking to you know…"
"What," he said with a shit eating grin on his face "To what?
"I don't know what I'm saying." she furrowed her brow not really sure what she was trying to say. It wasn't like THIS was every going to be anything. So what was she getting at? She didn't know. She ran a hand over her face and groaned feeling stupid.
She sunk down in her seat and he laughed at her some more before saying. "What? Who wouldn't want to fuck a porn star? You want me to be jealous here or some shit...possessive? Fuck, you'd have to matter for that. If I wasn't clear enough, you're just a hole to me. This is just sex."
"Right, I know that." she said sitting up in her seat. She pressed her head against the window hoping he'd just drop it and they could move on..
Things were quiet for a moment but from the corner of her eye she could see he was still staring at her. He chuckled to himself after a few seconds then said."You're not one of those bitches who take a little bit of attention as love, are you?"
"No." she snapped. "Just forget it."
He laughed "Are you fucking pouting now." he mocked. "What, you not happy with this? I'm what you've been looking for your whole miserable life. I'm someone who can take you all the way. Someone who wont put the breaks on. I am your fucking nightmare. I am going to wreck you and you're going to enjoy every fucking second of it. If I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you! If I want to stuff you with shit, I'll do that! If I want to put you in a room with a hundred cocks and film it, then I will! Your fuck hole is mine now to do with as I please."
She felt her heart quicken, he was her nightmare and going to wreck her? Who said shit like this...and why did it excite her so? Fuck, the thought of being wrecked by another person excited her! There was something seriously wrong with her. She let out a heavy sigh as he put out his cigarette. He gently leaned towards her and reached out. He brushed the side of her cheek with the back of his hand and calmly said, "Trust me fuck hole, you don't want me to actually care about you. You couldn't handle me, if things got real between us, I'd swallow you up, hole and all."
She scoffed and brushed his hand away "I'm not stupid. I know what this is. It's just sex. I'm not asking for more. This is just... new territory for me, I guess. A lot of things I'm not used to."
He sat back into his seat and threw his head up as traffic slowed. "Uhh, I can't believe no one has every fucked you up good!" He smiled, "I am going to enjoy this just as much as you are."
She didn't say anything, she just looked at him as he took the exit and they drove through the city in silence. He took her to his building and parked in an underground garage. He let the car run from for a few minutes then turned it off. He opened a compartment in his car and pulled out a small chain. He scratched his eyebrow then got out. She wondered if he was gonna grab something from the trunk, for her to wear but watched as he walk around the car.
He opened her door, then crouched down beside her. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up so I can mess you up again." He clipped the chain to her left nipple ring and then the right.
"Uh, what are you doing?" she asked.
She froze thinking he might hit her, for questioning him but he seemed to be in too good of a mood, "I'm gonna lead you around by your privates." he said "From now on when you're here, I want you in just your three rings and a chain. Now spread yourself."
"You want to lead me around by my rings, are you serious? You could do some actual damage.
"One could only hope," He said, then dived his hand between the lips of her sex, with the chain. She jerked as he fumbled around and clipped her clit ring. He gently yanked the chain, she jerked leaning forward in her seat. He gave her a smirk then stood. She quickly got out of the car and he shut the door. He gently pulled the chain and she realized the chain were shorter at her nipples causing her breasts to stand up at attention as they were pulled.
If he lifted up with the chain and she could feel him pull her clit taught. She let out a heated breath as her heart raced with delight at how depraved this was. As they walked up to the private elevators, she got a look at herself. She looked like a sex slave being taken to the harem. He gave her ass a hard slap and she jerked causing the chain to rattle. He gave her a smug look as the elevator doors opened and whispered, "Best stay close." |
