Warning: Dark/Depraved

Gwyne gasped for air when Dawson finally let up on her. He'd practically rammed his entire cock down her throat as they drove around. She hadn't been expecting him, then again when did she ever. He seemed to always pop out of nowhere and cause chaos. However the last few days had been chaotic enough without him.

First she'd hung out with Tawnie and found out she'd forgotten her own birthday. Then she spent the afternoon, fucking Tawnie's gift, only to end the night with Corrie dropping by. They finally made up and had spent the rest of the day together. Part of her hoped something would be different this time around and that it might be a real turning point in their relationship. However she'd woken this morning to find him gone as always.

She laid in bed most the morning unsure of how she felt about everything. Eventually, she got up, ate, and cleaned up a bit. Then she did some of her hobbies, watched TV, and had some lunch. Late in the afternoon she got a phone call. She picked it up kind of excited. Maybe it would be Corrie, since he had called once, maybe he'd call again. She noticed her bike was gone, maybe he'd fixed it already and they could go riding. However, when she picked up the phone, it was Dawson.

He just said a time then hung up before she could say or do anything. It really aggravated her. You think he could spend five fucking minutes talking to her on the phone. She would have liked to address some things, but who was she kidding, he never really let her address anything. She debated not being home when he showed up. Maybe she'd take off to Tawnie's or go see a movie or two. Yeah, maybe she'd be out all night, fuck him. Yet she knew that would just piss him off.

Still she wasn't sure if she wanted to see him again just yet. It felt like it had only been yesterday, even though she knew it had been weeks. She really needed to get herself a calendar or something. Part of her did miss him, given he'd been nice and had gotten her all that stuff, but part of her also felt like she should be more hesitant to answer his call. Maybe it was time to call this thing of theirs. Especially since her and Corrie had finally made up. It might be good to just focus on him for a while.

She also didn't like that things only seemed to get more insane every time she saw him. She didn't know if she wanted crazy any more, given the last few days had already been a lot. Still as the time drew closer, she took a shower and picked out something to wear. She even did up her hair as much as it could be done, only to remember she had to wear a mask so it was pointless. She finished getting ready then waited for his honk.

When it came, she rushed down to him, hoping to maybe ask a few questions and address what she'd seen on her birthday. She'd really like to know his real age and maybe his daughters but on second thought, maybe she shouldn't let him know she'd spotted him. Perhaps she should pretend she didn't know anything, knowing how he could get about personal information. It was funny hers was free range but his was strictly off limits….talk about double standards.

She got in, and before she could decided on anything, he grabbed her and shoved her mouth on his cock. Of course what was she expecting, he wasn't one for talking and it was right down to business or in this case, pleasure as usual. She sucked his cock, thinking he wanted her to pop him off. However after a few minutes, he pulled her off him and parked in an abandoned parking lot.

He threw some wadded up clothes at her and insisted she change, into something more 'classy." Of course the sheer dress barely covered anything, leaving little to the imagination. She put it on over her corset and he gave her a black garter belt, thigh-high stalkings and heels to match.

When she finished changing into everything, they got out and went to the trunk. He opened it and pulled out a short fur coat. He put it on her then smacked her ass and bent her over. He ran his hands over her then went up her dress and roughly fingered her. She thought he was going to fuck her but he didn't.

He simply leaned close to her ear and hissed. "Your hole all nice and clean?"

"Yeah!" she said. "I took a shower just for you."

"Hungry?"

"Always," she said, admittedly getting excited.

She knew things were probably going to get insane but that's the whole reason she was with him right, for the crazy sex. She rolled her eyes and groaned at herself for a second. She hated being so...so wishy washy. One second she was totally ready to dump his ass yet the next she was eager to hump it.

"Good because I have plans for you tonight." He got a dangerous look in his eyes.

It sent a chill down her spine but she smiled through it, then shook her head and coyly said "Oh Really? I don't trust you." She drew in close to him then asked, "Are we getting food or fooood?"

"Why not both?" He teased. "But first an appetizer."

He pulled something out of his pocket, then poured it out, in a line, on top of the car. She thought he was going to do some drugs and took a step back. She waited for him to finish. However when it was ready, he grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pushed her towards it.

"Come now, take it all up in one big sniff!'

"WHAT! WAIT! NO! I told you I don't do drugs!"

"Since when?" He scoffed.

"Well the hard stuff! I don't mind a little help, every now and then, but I don't touch the hard stuff! Sex is my drug of choice."
"Well this isn't the hard stuff. It isn't even a drug per say."

"Uh, okay?" she said confused, "Then what is it?"

"Are you questioning me?"She opened her mouth then shut it. He smiled then leaned into her. He gave her a quick kiss before he bit at her earlobe. He took her ear piercing in his mouth and gave it a good tug until she winced. Then he hissed in her ear "I wont ask again."

She knew that was a warning. She should just do what he wanted. She'd taken shit from him before without question, yet somehow this felt...different. Maybe because it came in a line instead of a pill. She just didn't trust him. She looked at it, then nervously chuckled "Tell me what it is? Then-"

Before she could react, he punched her in the gut. She bowled over and dropped down to her knees on the cement. He kicked her, then slammed his fist down on her back. It hurt! It really fucking hurt! She cried out, raised her arms up and tried to defend herself. "STOP! STOP IT! PLEASE STOP!

"You stop!" he hissed.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her face against the side of the car. Again it hurt and not in the good way. She began sobbing as he forced her to her feet. He jerked her about then thrust her towards the line on the top of the car. It had become uneven due to her colliding with the car.

"TAKE IT!" He roared. "TAKE IT ALL NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU AND STUFF YOU IN MY TRUNK!"

He looked like he was about to murder her and she got scared. It wasn't the first time this had happened... but for some reason, she kept forgetting there were times when he seriously scared her. Maybe this is how people got into abusive relationships. It wasn't bad all the time. They weren't always a monster...sometimes things were- He shook her from her thoughts and pushed her even closer.

She didn't want to do this, just like her haircut the other day and so much other shit! Why was he always forcing her to do shit she didn't want to! More importantly why was she always letting him! She tried to stand her ground this time but he dug his nails into the back of her neck and commanded "TAKE IT!"

He pushed her right over it, practically slamming her head onto the roof of his car. She lightly sniffed, hoping that would appease him but it didn't. He smashed her face into the car. "STOP FUCKING AROUND! I swear I'll break your fucking nose! NOW TAKE IT!"

She breathed in deeply and he put another line down as some of the first line had spilled. "Come on this too! Let's go!"

She wanted to keep protesting but knew it would do her no good. For some reason he seemed ampt up tonight and wanted to get straight into shit. She breathed in deeply, hoping whatever it was wouldn't mess her up too badly. Satisfied, he let her go. Of course, now that she had given him what he wanted, he was happy again. She swore his moods were like day and night. She never knew what she was going to get with him.

"That's my girl!" he said playfully. "Good girl! Good girl!" He patted her ass then ran his hand over her cigar scar. "Yeah that's my good little fuck hole, sucking it all in."

"What? What is this shit?" she asked wiping her nose. She started to feel strange. Whatever this was, it seemed to be kicking in fast. Her vision blurred and then doubled slightly, for a second.

"As I said this is but an appetizer, my love."

He pushed her into the car and she felt even more messed up as they raced around. The lights got so bright and seemed to dance around her. She started laughing and didn't even remember getting out of the car. Suddenly they were standing in the lobby of some fancy restaurant. The walls were red with gold fish all over them. She wanted to touch them but he held her back.

At one point they passed a large pond with live fish and she wanted to go swimming but he pulled on her leash. She wondered when he'd put that on but her thoughts quickly changed to a jar sitting on a counter, it was filled with rocks and she wondered how many there were. It was like she had no impulse control, she just kept bouncing around.

He offered her some pills and she licked them out of his hand. He gave her a stern look but then smiled and petted her. Some guy was behind a podium that was like a hundred stories high and perked up when he saw them. Dawson spoke to him in another language and handed him something before giving the man her leash. He pulled her along while Dawson stayed in the restaurant's lobby. She didn't understand why he was standing still while they were moving but didn't question it. She just went with the man as he lead her down a series of hallways.

She swore they felt endless like in this strange dream she once had. They went through a set of double doors and were suddenly in a shinny place. There was silver everywhere, the floor, tables, walls, pots and pans. She realized it was a kitchen and laughed at the word. Kitchen….Kitchen….it reminded her of chicken or maybe she was smelling chicken.

She stood still as the man started talking to someone. She didn't understand what they were saying. She started to feel tired all of a sudden. Then man handed her leash off to a woman. She pulled Gwyne along and brought her over to a table that had a really large board on it. The woman helped her out of her clothes then gestured for her to get up on the board.

It felt like it was way too high and she put her hands out in front of her, like she was suddenly falling. The woman helped her get onto the board and then had her lay down. Gwyne wondered what she were doing? Were they going to cook her? This was a kitchen. Her eyes went wide for a second and then got super heavy as she got even more sleepy. The woman began to hum and rub her down with something. It felt nice and she suddenly couldn't keep he eyes open.

She soon found herself climbing a set of stairs. They seemed endless as they spiraled around and around. She kept ascending higher and higher. She felt dizzy and slightly sick yet continued climbing until she got to the top. She realized she was inside a lighthouse. The large light was on and was slowly rotating. She looked out and watched as the beam of light, lit up the ground and sea. She felt like she was the lighthouse itself and was searching for something—no someone. She looked all about the land, water and even the sky, but she couldn't find who she was looking for. Still, she kept searching, waiting and hoping to see even a the slightest glimpse of…of his ocean-blue eyes.

Back in the restaurant's lobby, he checked both their coats into the cloakroom. The young woman behind the counter smiled at him and he flashed her a charming smile, in turn. She handed him two tickets and he placed them into his pocket. He looked around the room then checked the time, everything was right on schedule.

He adjusted his suit collar then checked on his cuffs. The camera up his sleeve was still in place and would come in rather handy tonight. He was glad he'd gone with a larger roll of film. He let out a pleasant sigh, then made his way to the private room, he'd booked, and got ready for his 'associates' to arrive. He was treating them to one last gourmet meal and Gwyne was to be the table.

He'd given her measurements to the restaurant weeks ago. He wanted to "celebrate." He had just closed a major deal, and had secured another vital piece, in his rise to power. He wanted to do something special, now so more then ever, after the firehouse. Going had been a last-minute decision and he was glad he already had this scheduled; otherwise, he would have had to make other arrangements. Of course, now he might want dessert on top of everything else. He had a few ideas in mind for later, but for now, he focused on the task at hand.

He gave the private room another once over. He'd already been here a few hours ago, before he'd gone to the firehouse. He'd made sure everything was proceeding as planned then planted several cameras throughout the room. The restaurant already had a decent set up but he didn't want to miss a single thing. He was now thinking he might do a compilation of Gwyne's depravity for her porn debut. He smiled at the thought then returned to the lobby and waited for the men.

He'd had all of his 'associates' checked out and tested, to make sure they were 'safe.' To them this was simply a closing celebration, but to him, it was 'cleaning up.' He figured, since they were on their way out, why not also use them to add to Gwyne's ever growing tally and kill two birds with one stone. It didn't take them long to arrive and surprisingly they all showed up. He'd made arrangements should any of them cancel, but it would seem no further actions would be required. He'd still pay his men, of course, but they'd get the night off. Which would no doubt only make them more then happy to accommodate him in the future.

He showed them where they could check their coats them guided them down the hall to the restaurant's largest room. They all seemed in good spirits which was good. He knew things were going to get wild tonight. He'd given Gwyne a little something extra to ease her inhibitions and increase her libido… not that it needed any help. Still it would make things go smoother tonight and last several hours, once she woke up.

He'd also given her a paralytic. It would only last a short time, long enough for them to enjoy their meal. She'd warned him not to 'sleeping beauty' her but he didn't trust her not to stay still on her own. Normally the restaurant provided the 'table' but he'd specifically looked around until he'd found one that would let him use his own. It cost but he knew it would be worth it.

He and his 'associates' sat down at a long table. He took the position at the head of the table.

Their drinks were served and he made a toast, letting them all know tonight was on him. They cheered and he thanked them all once more for their hard work and the deal they'd just closed. They all drank up then. While the others gulped their drinks down he savored his.

For a moment he looked around the room and felt a strange yearning. He longed for another who might know the full weight of his actions and be able to appreciate them, yet he was alone. He had no person, no true comrade that could join in his celebration. They were all simply pawns. Pieces to use and dispose of when they were no longer of use. He could now see the board laid out before him. This time he would make all the rules and he would decide where the pieces would fall.

A bell chimed and the men turned their attentions to a door. Several men came out, carrying a large board into the room. On the board was Gwyne naked, covered in various delicacies. She looked breathtaking. He savored the men's gazes as he had his wine. This was no doubt a first, for most if not all of them, given they were middle aged and married. It was exciting see how enticed they got. Of course, there were other emotions he felt, a disdain...a deep seeded anger that coursed within his veins.

He suddenly imagined gouging their eyes out or slitting their throats, perhaps both for daring to look upon HIS woman. For a moment he froze his lips still pressed against his wine glass. Once again he was conflicted, he wanted to destroy her yet cherish her. It was hard loving the thing you hated most. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow at such a thought.

He knew he loved her but when did she garner such hate. The one he hated most? Surely there were others he despised more. The cuck ran across his mind as well as others who had slighted him in the past. Yet something dark stirred within him...some faded understanding...an old memory perhaps. Yes, there was no other he loved but also hated.

One of the younger 'associates' noticed his dismay and asked if he was okay. He quickly put on a charming demeanor and assured him it was just a long day and that he was tired. He was glad to finally celebrate a job well done and encouraged them all to eat up. Then announced once they were done they could all have a 'taste' of the woman that lay before them. Oh how they reacted to that! They all picked up their utensils and began to consumed the delights.

He thought it was only fair they get a good meal and have some fun, considering every last one of them would be dead come morning. From the restaurant he'd hired a limo to take them to a private jet. More hired men would make sure they all got on, then it would take off and have issues going down somewhere in the Ania Sea.

He had made arrangements should anyone investigate. Nothing dubious would come back to him. If anyone looked into their dealing, everything on paper would be above board. Anyone to say otherwise would of course be dead. He didn't like leaving loose ends when he could help it. He watched as the men picked the food off Gwyne knowing he might have to get rid of her too...one day.

Several more 'associates' noticed he hadn't touched anything yet. He was letting himself get distracted. Now was not the time for such thoughts. No tonight was to be a celebration and much needed relief. He picked up a nice piece of meat off Gwyne's tit and revealed her nipple piercing. He swallowed the raw fish down, then picked another from her shoulder and moved to dip it between her legs revealing her other ring. The men quickly followed jabbing their sticks about, exploring her.

He made light conversation hoping to get himself out of this funk and lighten the mood. He didn't want to put any of them on alert. He ate, drank and after a bit of medication, started to feel better. He watched as every last bite was eaten and the men started to tug and toy with her.

He could see several men getting hard but they waited...waited for him to give the order. Not a one of them took charge, at mostly they pawed at her breast and made snide remarks and snickers. They probably thought she could hear them. She was wearing a mask so none knew she was asleep. When he saw her lips part and her movements change, he knew she was coming to and smiled.

He raised another glass of wine and informed them dinner was finished and it was time for their dessert. Oh how this excited them. One of the waiters came over and unhooked her from the board. They were like hungry wolves then as one grabbed her ankles and slid her to him. He poured himself another drink and watched as the first pathetic man tried to hump her.

He didn't last long, he barely got it in before he came. The next two lasted a minute longer at best. After that it was more or less a few minutes here or there. It was clear they didn't get to have a lot of fun outside of their wives and various one night stands. He enjoyed watching them go at it but it was clear this wasn't going to last long. He picked up a phone in the room and called ahead to make other arrangements. especially as Gwyne came to life and started grinding her hips, begging for more.

Gwyne stirred awake feeling hot all over. She couldn't recall having fallen asleep nor what she had last been doing. She felt so...so strange. There was this heat that seemed to run over her entire body. She felt so warm, full and soo very, very aroused. It took her longer then it should have to realize she was having sex. She could feel something hard at her back. She heard heavy breaths as someone panted and the sound of glasses clinking together. Someone cheered and then there was laughter...a lot of laughter as in more then a few people.

At first she found it hard to move and think. As she regained control of herself she began to grind her hips. She didn't think she just felt. She could barely see a thing through her mask, then realized she didn't have her eyes open. She laughed and it came out weird. It started from deep inside her and slowly worked its way out.

She could suddenly feel hands on her... so many hands. She also realized there were voices, talking, whispering and laughing. She couldn't understand what they were saying and realized they were speaking in another language. She found this all so strange but oddly wasn't alarmed. She felt kind of numb yet also at ease as she felt another cock stir within her.

She was pulled from whatever she was laying on and felt someone lift her up, then put her down. Another came up from behind her, poking and prodding her. She soon felt them enter her. Both of her holes were now filled. She let out a long moan then felt another cock press against her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and took it in. She let out another moan as it hit the back of her throat.

For a moment she wondered if she was still in that five-some. She reached her hands out and felt other cocks...waiting. Some were being stroked but there were definitely more then five men here. Again, she didn't feel alarmed when she knew she should have. Yet, if anything she thought she was dreaming. Sometimes her dreams could get rather wild.

She felt warmth between her legs and realized the cock inside her had cum. It didn't take long before the one in her ass came as well and then she felt more warmth on her cheeks, breasts and back. The one in her mouth let go maybe a minute or two after that. She felt like she was drowning in cum but didn't care. She heard more glasses someone slapped her breasts as she made out shapes of men.

Her vision cleared and she was in some sort of room. It was hard to tell what kind, there were so many men but one caught her eye, Dawson. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room, she could barely make him out as he sat in the shadows. She just saw his hand, his rings. She knew those rings! Had seen them hurl towards her enough times. His finger tips held onto a glass. Again she wondered how this had come about. Slowly she recalled him calling coming over and her getting into his car it was fuzzy but there. She didn't care about all the little details, what mattered was she realized this was another gang bang. It wasn't a dream it...this was real.

She was passed to another man and he entered her. She grinded against him feeling this deep carnal urge, stir within her. She just couldn't help herself. She wanted more and more. She wanted to take them all in and be swallowed up by her unending desire. She vaguely recalled a nightmare where she had become unable to control herself and it had scared her, yet here and now there was no fear just want and desire...such desire!

She let out louder moans and laughed full heartily as she was passed about the room. All the faces blurred together. They mattered not, only the sensations they gave her. She could feel everything now and it was glorious, beyond glorious, it was magnificent! She had no pain, no shame. She felt confident as if she were in her element.

At some point she let her head fall back and was suddenly falling. She landed on a leather couch in the room. She let out a long deep groan and ran her hands all over herself. When she looked around the room it was empty and oh so quiet. There were no more hands, cocks or voices. She heard distant sounds but didn't care enough to investigate them.

She just felt amazing as she ran her hands all over her body. She was covered in cum inside and out. It was so slimy and slippery. Oddly enough it felt familiar like she'd been covered in cum before but didn't think she had. There was just so much of it! This had to be a first to be covered in it. She played with her breasts then dipped her hands between her legs and laughed. Another nightmare suddenly crossed her mind, one where she was being fucked and there were pigs or she was a pig. She remembered something about a mirror. A large mirror, no there had been several. Yes! She had been surrounded by mirrors! She'd looked at herself in a mirror as she was being taken from behind, by a faceless man.

She felt some minor distress but it quickly fell away as she began madly bucking her hips into the air. She cried out wanting more. She just couldn't help herself! Someone came in and lifted her up. They took her outside to a back alley and set her down on the cement. She had no idea why. A second later water rushed her as she was hosed down. Oddly it wasn't cold but warm and felt so good...everything just felt so good.

When the water stopped she realized it was Dawson who'd been spraying her down. There were also some men in aprons smoking and talking. Dawson had sunglasses on, even though it was dark and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He threw a towel at her but she made no attempt to dry off. For a second she ran her hands over her mouth and realized she might be on something. She laughed to herself thinking that must be why she felt...felt so wonderful.

Dawson eventually crouched down and dried her off. She squirmed about unable to stay still. The men outside laughed at them but she paid them no mine as Dawson put her clothes back on. She hadn't even realized she'd been naked. He laced up her corset pulled the dress over her head then put on her garter belt and stalkings. At this point he was a pro at getting her dressed. Maybe even better then herself. She laughed at the thought as he put her shoes back on.

He got her up on her feet but she couldn't be bothered to walk. She was so messed up right now. She fell a bunch and he eventually threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to the car. One of her shoes fell off but he didn't bother with it leaving it behind. She didn't know why but that made her feel sad.

He put her in the passenger seat and she tried to kiss him, wanting him to fuck her. She felt like her nerve endings were on fire and she couldn't stop feeling this deep ache, craving for cock. He just laughed at her as she babbled and squirmed about. Once she was buckled in he changed her mask then got in and they drove off.

She put her hands on the passenger side window. It felt cold to the touch. She spread herself then moved her cold hands between her legs touching herself, hoping to cool the fire between her legs. It all felt so good she just wanted to keep rubbing herself. As Dawson drove he reached over and also touched her. He roughly fingered her and she came hard...so hard she jerked about and made a mess in his car but he didn't seem mad. If anything he laughed and said something but she didn't care. She wanted him to keep fingering her but he stopped.

She felt so alive in this moment. So deliriously happy and she didn't want to come down. She bit her lip and cried out with such arousal. Everything just felt so exciting, it had been a long while since she felt this great! She felt something pull on her and she hadn't even realized they'd gotten out of the car. She was suddenly on her leash being lead through double doors into a nightclub.

She realized she could see much better with this new mask as she was hit with so many different lights and colors, they were all so fuzzy but oh so beautiful! Everything was just so fucking beautiful right now! He took her to some private booth in the club and they sat down. After a second, she didn't want to sit down and got up. She started to dance about and he offered her something. She licked it out of his hand and her brain lit up as she swore she felt the music pulse through her viens. Suddenly nothing felt like it was beyond her reach. In this moment she felt anything was possible.

She started running her hands up and down her body again. She felt so fucking good inside and out. Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around her. She thought it was Dawson but he was sitting in the booth drinking. She realized another man was dancing with her grinding up against her and then another man came to stand in front of her. He released her breasts from her dress and began to suck on her nipples. She laughed feeling care free as the man behind her hiked up her dress exposing her sex.

She watched him take himself out. He had a nice cock. He rub it up against her sex and it felt good. She could also feel the man behind her take out his cock as well. He rubbed it against her ass as he pawed at her hips pulling her to him. The man in front of her grabbed her sex and cupped it squeezed it. He jiggled his hand about moving her sex. It felt nice. Then without warning he let go and gave it a good hard slap. She heard the smack over the music and it stung but she wiggled about liking it. The man did it again and again slapping her pussy hard. She bucked her hips and was sure she was going to cum again. She was drooling all over herself when she looked down she could see her juices just drizzle out of her or maybe that was cum.

The man in front of her took his cock and poked her sex with it. He hit her clit at first then it shot passed it gliding along her. It felt good to have a cock gliding between her legs. She wanted to fuck it, fuck them both. The man at the back was already trying to take her ass. She lifted up her leg up and the guy in front, slid his cock in her pussy, at the same time as the guy in back, entered her ass.

She cried out with joy feeling them sink in nice and deep. They both pounded into her as she stood there on one leg. The trusts were slow at first then go faster. Sometimes the men pumped her in unison but it could also be like a tug of war when they out of sync. Especially since both men fucked at different speeds. They smashed her between them and soon lifted her up. She was jossled around both hole being stirred all about and she loved it. She loved cock so much! There was nothing greater.

She came again and pleasure tingled throughout her entire body. She looked for Dawson, to see if he was watching. She saw two woman had approached him and were now on their knees before him. She watched as they pulled his cock out and took turns licking and sucking it. He didn't seem to pay them any attention as his head was focused in her direction. Though his eyes were covered in sunglasses, she could swear he was glaring at her. His lips were flat and his jaw was tight. He seemed upset or something.

It was hard to really pay attention. She fell so full again and cried as she came so fucking hard, she nearly pissed herself. She was just so happy. She loved fucking, lived for fucking! Maybe Dawson was right. Maybe she could do this forever. At some point she kissed a woman who brought Dawson another drink. The woman's tongue went into her mouth then she played with Gwyne's breasts before walking away. The women that were with Dawson were still taking turns bobbing up and down on his dick. His face was still expressionless as he sat there and drank. The two men finished in her and she wanted to go to Dawson and make him as happy as he was making her. He raised a hand in the air. She thought he was gesturing to her but found he was motioning to someone behind her.

She turned and saw this big guy. He was very tall and muscular. He had to be a bulky body builder or something. He was wearing leather pants and a mask. He reminded her of a wrestler on TV. The guy stepped into the booth and nodded to Dawson before grabbing he grabbed the back of her neck. Dawson pushed the women away from him and spoke to the man. She couldn't really focus on his words or anything as the big guy squeezed her breasts and snaked his hand down to her pussy. His hand was so big and his fingers were so rough as they entered her. Her jerked her hole all about but it felt good, everything felt so good.

She realized Dawson was giving the guy orders as he grunted in response. "I can do that! Yeah, I can do whatever you want with this bitch!"

Dawson fianlly smiled and it sent shivers down her spine. For a second she was scared... knowing how he could get. She saw him turn to a duffle bag sitting on the booth and he pulled out a camera. He turned it on and then scanned her with it. She was still just standing there as this other guy was feeling her up. Dawson leaned in and kiss her. It was quick but passionate. After he pulled away he turned and walked out of the booth.

The big guy pushed her forward and forced her to follow after him. They went outside and it was cold now, colder then it had been before. Her nipples quickly hardened. She could see her breath and steam rising from her pussy. She laughed finding it funny that her pussy was steaming. Dawson looked around then nodded and motioned to a fucking dumpster.

The big guy quickly pushed her to it and bent her over it. Her breast and chest hit the lid before he smacked her ass not once or twice but several times. He did it so fucking hard she screamed out and started to struggle. He didn't let up on her and just kept slapping her ass wit the palm of his hand. Dawson cooed and complemented the man for leaving hand marks then gave him the order to pummel her fuck hole.

She quickly realized the guy was big there too! She didn't see it but felt it on impact. The guy burst into her and she let out such sounds as he feet slid across the back alley asphalt. She came right away and began squirming all about unable to control herself. The fucker buried himself so deep inside her pussy that she couldn't think. Her mouth shot open dumbstruck. There was no up or down her feet were no longer on the ground. She felt like he was literally holding her up by his cock. Where as Dawson bullied her cervix, pushing it all around this fucker pinned it. Her eyes rolled back in her skull...like he was seriously brain dead. She felt burning and string of pain...but mixed with such pleasure. She madly shook about. She thought she knew her limits...knew they had been pushed but this dude.

She let out a loud lustful cry as she was shook to the core. The man pulled back laughing at her reaction before he pounded her back into the fucking dumpster. Her brain finally caught back up to her. She had no idea where it had gone but suddenly realized she was being fucked on a dumpster in a back alley. She...this...okay this was her newest low. She thought the toilet was bad but she could see and smell literal trash. It was so grimy and yet only added to her intoxication. She was a fucking psycho it was official. Who the fuck got off on a dumpster. She did. She so fucking did. She really was truely depraved but didn't fucking care in this moment. Later she'd probably be sick but in this moment nothing but this blast off cock mattered.

She just completely let go. Her ass stung from his early spanking and now her pussy was getting all banged up. She was reminded of the big boy steam engine from the other night. Dawson must have picked him out for a reason. He wanted to see her take on something big. He walked all around her with the camera. She could see he was getting off on this as he caught it all on film. She barely comprehended him as this cannon was flailing about inside her. Fuck she loved a good study cock. What was it Tawnie had said about some guy laying bricks inside your pussy. It felt like this guy was a fucking cement roller building her a mansion.

She did not think she could take a pounding like this but surprised herself. She came and came bursting with such ecstasy and pain. She went from being overwhelmed to elated to sick to euphoric in seconds. It was like her body had no idea what was happening and was just pushing all the buttons. She heard others laughter and realized there was a small crowd forming but she didn't care.

She was so lost in her own world. Dawson took notice of the crowed and ordered the big guy to fucking walk her about, for all to see her gluttony! Oh the guy took the command all right. He pulled her from the dumpster but didn't pull out of her. Somehow he managed to get her on her feet and walked her about with his cock buried deep inside her.

It felt so fucking weird to walk like this. Her back was arched as her pussy was pressed back against him. She felt all stuffed up, his big cock kept pressed up against her cervix hard and she could barely function. She felt like a puppet as he controlled her every movement. She started to whimper feeling so fucked up on the drugs and with this unrelenting cock throbbing inside her.

She felt like it was the only thing holding her up at this point. He knees were so fucking weak they were shaking with every step as he forced her to walk the length of the alley, like some parade, letting everyone see what a cock whore she was. People sneered and snickered some even took pictures but she had no shame. Every few steps he'd stop to reposition himself and bang her out some. She'd madly shake every time she came. He jerked her all about and at one point she let loose and all this water started coming out of her. She wasn't sure if she pissed herself or what. The crowd applauded saying he'd made her squirt.

She could tell others were really getting off on her utter humiliation, which only added to her euphoria. She was such a delirious bitch at this point, doing ridiculous shit she wouldn't normally do with such delight. He kept poking her and walking her about, back and forth. Her steps started to feel so foreign like her feet were made of jello and her pussy burned with such intensity.

Dawson kept swarming around them like a fly, getting in close then pulling back. She cried out as she came again and then Dawson gave out more orders. The big guy pulled out of her and threw her into a nearby brick wall. She hit hard and nearly fell down but he pinned her against it and dragged her along it scrapping the shit out of her tits. Her skin burned but she didn't care as he jutted back her into it. He ground her into that wall like he was trying to make her combine with it.

Then he fucking came inside her dropping a big old load. She felt this jet of warmth shoot up into her before he pulled out all at once. She was surprised she could feel anything at all, at this point. Dawson came in getting a good view of her soggy hole. She couldn't even count the guys she'd been with tonight. It was definitely getting a work out and was no doubt a new record for her. She was pretty sure it was going to beat Tawnie's record.

She laughed remembering how they used to keep track of that shit in a little book. She wondered if she still had it. She wondered if she'd done more guys then that time in the bathroom. She didn't like to think of that, she'd been so out of control. She felt cold and suddenly sick with herself...with everything. She was out of control again. She needed to stop for a second and catch her breath.

Yet Dawson would let her have no rest. He ran a gloved hand over her wet hole then pushed several fingers into it. She could barely feel him spread her. He said something to her...no it before he gave it a good slap and pulled back. He ordered the man to keep going and do more crazy shit.

The guy turned her so that her back was facing the brick wall then he slapped her across the face. She nearly fell over but he helped her to stand and recover. Once she had he slapped her other cheek. He went back and forth slapping her across the face...front hand, then back hand. Then he moved to slap her tits front hand, back hand. They madly giggled about. He moved onto her stomach and then her pussy slapping her all over.

He was leaving deep hand impressions. She madly cried out begging, pleading and sobbing for it to stop but it fell on deaf ears and then Dawson punched her in the stomach and she bowled over falling on her knees. She puked up her lunch fuck maybe even breakfast. She cried out madly then wanting to stop.

Someone grabbed her by the back of the neck and she didn't know who it was. Dawson or the big guy but someone punch her in the face. Her head flew backwards as her mouth filled with blood. She wasn't sure if she bit herself or had a bloody nose. She fell to the ground and just laid there in a daze. She saw people standing over her taking pictures and Dawson came in with the camera. He kicked her legs apart and she nearly black out. She didn't know how much time passed but eventually she managed to roll herself and tried to get up on her hands and feet. Blood dripped from her, again she didn't know if it was her mouth or nose.

She tried to crawl away but the big guy asked her where she was going? He came up behind her and pushed himself deep inside her once more. She felt so jacked up. She was in so much pain. She was beyond scared and humiliated but it was all quickly washed away with pleasure as he rammed her into another orgasm. She felt so fucking sick. She was getting her ass beat in a back alley and was still fucking cumming. She cried out but pathetically kept going. There were no more low points. This was beyond rock bottom yet she kept fucking going. She couldn't stop...doing it.

Some other guy stepped up and pushed himself into her mouth shutting her cries up. She was leaving blood on his dick as she instinctively sucked but he didn't seem to care. She got spit roasted in the alley as they picked her up off the ground. She didn't know how long this went on but the guy in her mouth eventually came. Then the big guy dropped her down on the ground, on some flattened cardboard boxes. They fucked amongst the trash and it all still felt so good. How! She kept wondering every time she came. It was all so messed up. She was so messed up. She wrapped her legs around the guy grinding her hips against him as he played with her breasts.

She loathed every aspect of this moment of her very being. She was so far gone! This was all so fucked up! Why was she liked this? Why did she get off on this so fucking hard? She looked up at the people around her jerking it off and realized she wasn't the only one. She wasn't alone but still she felt so lost and damaged. She felt this overwhelming self-loathing and wondered why she hated herself so much?

Why did she keep pushing things? Why did she keep putting herself in these fucked up, dangerous situations? Just what was she after? What had she done? What hadn't she? Why did she feel this overwhelming need to be endlessly punished, to be dragged down pounded out and put in her place? She hummed almost madly to herself. The answers felt like they was out there but always just beyond her reach. Or maybe she knew deep down why. Maybe she hadn't like the answer? The reason... or fuck. FUCK! MAYBE THERE WAS NO REASON! There didn't always have to be one. Maye, she was just like this for no reason at all.

She began to feel overheated... fuck overloaded in more ways then one. She realized the big guy was no longer on top of her. It was someone else. She wondered when they'd switched out. She looked away only for another moment and there was someone else on top of her and then another and another. Their faces blurred together then suddenly the big guy was back. He lifted her up then fucked her into the air some more. Dawson came around and got shots of the guys cock bursting up into her. The guy moved her around like she was nothing. She couldn't keep up with him and cried out cumming again. It was so painful now even it if felt good. It hurt. She couldn't think straight of see straight. Still this guy just kept messing her up in the alley while Dawson watched.

She came again and slumped forward. She must have collapsed or something. She wasn't sure all she knew was at some point she came to and she was in pain. Her pussy throbbed something fierce and burned. She weakly jerked her hips about as she came again, it was like she couldn't stop. There was a hard edge to it. A sharp pain rippled through her mixed with pleasure. Her body shook from all the adrenaline and cumming so much. She came again and closed her eyes. She was so sensitive she was coming at the drop of a hat.

When she opened her eyes, it took her a good solid minute or two to realize she was on her back on the ground again. Her legs were spread wide open and someone was stepping on her pussy with their dirty shoe. She felt it press against her again as they applied pressure and she came again bucking her hips against the shoe. She looked up and saw flashes as several people took pictures of her. She was so fucking out of it she barely realized it was Dawson who was stepping on her. There were whispers then the crowd broke up as some people arrived.

She closed her eyes and heard shouting or something. Dawson shook her then lean in and hook up her leash. He practically dragged her through the alley way but he eventually turned and picked her up. He threw her up and over his shoulder. She saw some big guy following them for a moment, then passed out again. Suddenly they were back in his car, in some drive-through. He put a straw up to her lips and she drank something a strawberry shake.

It tasted cold and so good. She was so tired and hungry, she nearly gulped the whole thing down before she pressed her head again the cold passenger window. He said something to her but it was so soft and quiet she couldn't hear it. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand and seemed happy. They started driving again and she saw light piercing through the buildings. Was it morning already? He said something else but she didn't care. She just closed her and passed back out.

/ *

Dinner definitely hadn't been 'constructive' enough for him. Altogether his 'associates' had lasted less then an hour and he could tell she was still hungry. Once he saw them off, he got her cleaned up, and they took a ride. He took her to a sex club he liked but hadn't been to in a while. All it took was one phone call, at the restaurant and they had a booth set aside for him. He brought her in on a leash and could tell there was interest. He ordered some gentleman as he ordered his drink.

She couldn't sit still and began dancing about. She moved her hands over her body, clearing wanting to feast once more. The gentleman soon approached and he watched how easily she welcomed them into her. He could see she was in her element, getting stuffed by two vigorous cocks. It didn't bring him the joy or satisfaction, he had hoped. He liked ruining her and yet...his heart wasn't in it. His gaze never left her even as two eager women approached and began playing with him.

His chest ached as he saw Gwyne cum with such delight. He sought to ruin her and yet it would seem the tables were turned, time and time again. She was a siren through and through, luring him to his demise. He could see it...her. This... this right here was who she really was. There were no more masks, no more lies or pretending. She gave her love out to anyone with no thought of the repercussions. She took and took...destroying all those around her, without care. She was cruel, no beyond cruel, she was ruthless!

To think he'd ever imagined her being anything more. At times she'd almost had him fooled. He recalled the dreams he'd had of her, being his girlfriend, wife and even the mother of his children. He scoffed now at such nonsense. She could never be a lover and most of all a mother. She had no heart! She had no soul! She couldn't never be trusted with anything...would never appreciate anything more than a fuck.

She wasn't the love of his life, nor would she be of any other. She couldn't even breed. She had no real purpose other then sex. She was useless...USELESS... truly worthless. Who could ever love this! Who could ever want more with this! And….Yet...yet.

Yet no matter how many times he told himself this, repeated the mantra in his head and reminded himself she was nothing... he still couldn't take his eyes off her. Even as he knew what she truly was...he still wanted every part of her. It disgusted him! He was disgusting! He was weak for the need of her. She was filth and he wanted to get dirty. He loathed her for doing this to him. For making him feel so weak. She was slowly driving him insane!

The women before him did all they could to get his attention with their mouths and breasts. They twisting their tongues about him and took turns vigorous sucking and bobbing, yet he felt nothing. No one existed in this room, this life beyond him and her.

All that came before her was nothing to him now...just time to fill. His eyes watered as he ordered another drink. His mood was abysmal. He was coming down from his momentary high and just wanted to lash out. He wanted to burn this whole place down and make her watch, what she did to him.

She tore him up inside every time she let anyone else touch her….look at her. She couldn't see, no one else matter...nothing else but them. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her if she asked. He would blot out the very stars for her. His chest swelled with such love such unbridled desire. He would do anything become anything to be with her...and all he asked….all he desired in return was for her to be by his side for all eternity. Yet time and time again she betrayed him Knowingly...unknowingly, it mattered not, it was always the same.

He flared his nostrils unsure of where all this was coming from. These moments of 'clarity' were beyond the scope of his current understanding. When his drink arrived, he requested the menu. It had all sort of pictures, shapes and sizes. He ordered something 'special' for her. He wanted to punish her gluttony. He sought to break her down and humiliate her as she humiliated him. He'd make her squirm under his boot and chip away at this unbearable agony that dwelt within him.

The men came inside her and he dismissed them. She turned to him as his 'special' arrived. He gestured to the bulging sausage of a man and instructed him on how to treat the cunt. The sausage grabbed her by the back of the neck and felt her up. Gwyne was so hyped up on sex and drugs that she was shaking with euphoria. She had no idea what was in store for her. He knew this was going to be good and took out his camera. He still had the one up his sleeve but had brought another that could not only record but take pictures as well. He didn't bothering with the other women. They could finally see he took no interest them. He put himself away and ordered the brute to follow him.

They went out into the back alley. He had been here before not much had changed since the last time he'd been here. The lighting was still just the same...perfect for what he wanted to do. There were a few others out here but the dumpster was free. He smiled and ordered the special sausage to bend her over it. She didn't even put up a fight pressing her breast onto the lid. He ordered the man to spank her for being such a dirty slut. His hands were large and he didn't hold back. He left large imprints all over her. It was beautiful.

She protested of course but he ignored her just as she ignored the repercussions of her actions. He admired her newest red marks some might even bruise. Her ass began to swell up and he ordered the sausage to stuff her. The guy was a nice size. He had some girth to him. He didn't think it was too much for her to handle but she was going to feel this baby for days. He got up close as the guy positioned it.

She was squirming all over the place but the guy quickly pinned her down, shoving it up inside her. He watched her feet give way and madly slide about on the ground. She even lifted them in the air as she jerked her body about. The guy hard her locked down, bent over and filled up. She made all sorts of little sounds and movements as the sausage bashed her into her fuck hole. He wished he could seen her face right now. He couldn't way to see her fuck hole after!

Before he knew it, a crowd quickly formed around them. They all wanted to watch this fucking trash whore get plugged. She was literally taking it on a dumpster and loving it. He enjoyed the way her jaw dropped and she began to drool. Her tongue kept wagging around as she made such lewd sounds. How depraved and grotesque she was and yet he was beaming with delight. He loved putting her in her place.

He ordered her to be walked around. He wanted to show everyone just how depraved she was...how truly pathetic! Her big tits were bouncing all over the place. The guy had to hold her up she was such a mess. She was barely walking, her body bent over, like it was suctioned onto this sausage cock. Clearly her fuck hole didn't want to let it go the way she pressed up against it so tightly even as he forced her to walk. The guy made her straighten out much to her protests but still kept his cock securely in place.

The guy moved her pathetic ass up and down the alley as she just kept cumming all over herself. Her big breasts heaved each time and her hips trembled and jerked with every step. At one point she let loose and squirted all over the ally. The crowd cheered and she just kept going. "So much for being shy!" Clearly she was getting off on them watching her.

He filmed it all and couldn't wait to show her someday knowing she wouldn't remember any of this. He would…even if it wasn't on film he'd always remember. He loved this...right here but still it wasn't enough. He wanted her to get fucked up more. They had a photo shoot coming up and he wanted her to have something to show for it.

He ordered the guy slam her worthless ass into the brick wall and scratch up those big fat tits of hers. The guy did as he was command and threw her into it. She almost fell over. He dragged her around, her breasts got all scratched up. You could see the remarks even blood as the sharp stone scraped against her tender flesh.

The guy jutted back into her and then pound her out against the wall. It was brutal. He loved it! Loved how the guy was so strong he nearly flattened her tits as he crushed her against the wall. At one angle, her body disappear to the point where you just saw the guys big bulky body and her legs danging about. She was completely swallowed up! He got hard watching her get crushed, knowing her fuck hole had to be getting all stretched out. It had to be taking quiet the pounding.

He rubbed himself over his pants with such excitement. He couldn't' wait to see it! To feel it! The guy finally came and let loose inside her. He got up close with the camera. He wanted to see it seep out of her and ordered the guy to pull out quick. He did and had dropped quite the load in her.

It came drizzling out of her in long gorgeous gobs. Some of if got on the camera but he didn't want to miss a second of this massive crème pie. Only the finest for his fuck hole! As the cum cleared he finally got a look at it. The hole was so beat up. It was soaking wet with cum, red, swollen and beautifully misshapen. This had done some sizable damage! At last, there was a nice sizable gape as it had been so stretched out. He couldn't stop touching it. He wished he could capture it like this forever. She was so beautifully fucked up. Had fucked so much...so many guys she'd stretched herself out. He ran his fingers over it, squeezed it, cupped it. He pushed his finger up in her seeing how many fingers he could fit. How wide he could get it. She had such a greedy hole. She was such a greedy bitch!

He loved fucking her up. He wanted to wreck her inside and out and then...then he smiled to himself rebuild her! Yes! Once he had broken her down and strung up for all to see, he'd rebuild her, get her tightened up, cleaned up, trained to serve and obey him complete. She was his complete...always and forever. He madly chucked to himself then stepped back. He gave her hole a good hard slap then turned to the man and gave him more command.

He had the guy turn her around so that her back was facing the brick wall. Then he ordered him to slap her across the face. The guy did and she nearly fell over again. The guy caught her and he ordered him to slap again her from head to toe, front and back hand. He didn't hold back doing just as he was told. It was amazing what money could buy. He liked doing it himself but there was something to having a front row seat.

He filmed her flailing about and went from side to side making sure to catch it all. Her poor titties were all swollen and bruised up they were going to look great in the photo shoot. The guy finished with her stomach and got to her pussy. The thing gushed as his hand smacked against it. The guys hand got soaking wet as he instructed him to really whack it.

She liked her pussy bruised. The guy laid it down and she jerked and jolted about. She stopped fighting it and just took it. He even watched her open herself up more so the guys hand could get a direct hit. The crazy bitch really was a masochist, begging for more. He wondered what her fuck hole enjoyed more a hard cock or a nice beating. The poor thing was sobbing mess. He ordered the man to punch her in the gut but he drew the line.

He stepped up and did it himself. She bowled over and vomited. He laughed at her as she groveled on the ground begged and pleaded for things to stop. His sadistic heart lit up with satisfaction but he wasn't done with her yet! Not by far. He wanted her to really hurt...like he hurt. Flashes of her sitting next to that cuck along the riverside crossed his mind. She looked soo fucking happy! She shouldn't be happy with anyone but him! She had no idea what she was doing to him!

After he'd made his little donation call. He'd followed them back to her place. Had climbed the fire escape and watched them fucking. He'd saw how she twisted around him and the way she looked at him with such...devotion and how they held each other after. The look on that smug bastards face as he'd glared at him in the firehouse. A darkness overcame him. She was his! HIS! He was her master. HE OWNED HER and he planned to make her gluttonous hole burn with his furry tonight. He punched her in the face and knocked her the fuck out.

The guy suddenly looked concerned and some of the crowd went inside. It was there loss as far as he was concerned the show was only beginning! He ordered the big guy to keep doing his job and added on a bonus to his pay. He could see the guy was reluctant but he ordered him to get it up again. He told what was left of the crowd to come take a look at this dumb bitch. She had blood pouring out her face, but soon enough stirred back to life. He kicked her legs apart as she laid there. He took more video and some people took pictures.

He ordered her to get up and she did. She started to crawl around and he nodded to the guy telling him to get back to it. The guy went after her. He pushed into her from behind and did her doggy style. He commented that was her favorite position and soon enough she was letting out moans. He could see one guy had himself out and was jerking it to this masochistic whore. He told him to have a taste and he didn't hesitate going for her mouth of all things. Both men had her off the ground going at her.

He captured everything and again wondering how much, if any of this she was going to remember come the morning. After the guy in her mouth came. He pulled some cardboard boxes onto the ground and ordered the big guy to lay her out. He pulled out, then moved her to the boxes laying her on her back. He entered her then went to town on her. He'd been concerned with the guys 'professionalism' but he'd quickly recovered and was doing as he was told once more. Gwyne was so happy she locked her arms and legs around him.

Others stepped up and were jerking it as they watched her cum again. He ordered the guy to pull out and give the other guys a taste. They lined up then. One after another had their turn with her. He knew the club was clean and it was nice to see others enjoying her performance. They lasted much longer then those 'associates' who had to be in the air by now. It was a good night for him.

After the fourth one finished he told the guy to lift her up. He did and he got some good shots of her being hoisted in the air with her knees up. He got a close up of that big fat cock decimating her hole. Oh it was magnificent! She came really hard, he could tell from the way she cried out. He saw her whole body quake with orgasm, then she hunched over and just collapsed. Her whole body went limp. He told the guy to keep going but he wouldn't continue, if she was unconscious.

He told him she wouldn't mind and that he did it all the time. The fucker set her back down on the boxes and noped out of it. He fucking walked off and went back inside like a little bitch. He got angry. Several people that were still hanging around looked at him like he was some kind of creep. It was all her fault! She drove him to this! To madness!

They began to whisper among themselves. One woman called out, asking if she was okay. He said she was but no one seemed to believe him. She'd passed out plenty of times before it never stopped him. He glared at her as one person wanted to call an ambulance and another suggested the police. That was the last thing he fucking needed right now.

He laughed it off but loomed over her. He kicked her side, telling her to wake the fuck up. She didn't respond and he got even angrier. He kicked her in the pussy to wake her up but she still wouldn't respond. He wondered if he'd given her too much shit or maybe just maybe she'd OD' on sex. He suppose it was possible...to much of anything could potentially be problematic. He stepped on her pussy and applied pressure to it as he leaned down and slapped her face cheeks. Her head moved from side to side but he could tell she was coming too.

Several people crowded around them and took pictures...they didn't look happy. They were no doubt collecting evidence. It was probably time they left especially as more people came out the back door looking concerned. He considered cutting his loses and leaving her here but he knew he couldn't risk her giving out details. Thankfully she came to pumping her hips against his foot. He hoped this would calm everyone the fuck down.

"See she's fine! Happy as can be. She's a masochist. Lives for this shit."

He heard more whispers then security came out, shouting for everyone to break it up. The crowd parted and three muscular men in all black, with ear pieces and sunglasses came out. Someone had no doubt told on him and they were here to put a stop to his fun. Two of them looked like push overs...no real substance, but as for the third man.

There was something about him. He was taller more defined then the other two, in more ways then one. He stood back, quietly assessing the situation while his comrades were shouting for people to move and demanding answers. They were trying to take control of the situation while this man was already in complete control, not only of himself but his environment.

From the way he carried himself it was clear he could handle himself. Not a lot of people could pick up on something like that but in his line of work, he knew how to read a person. He watched as the man sized him up, then titled his head. He seemed to pick up on something...something that made him take action.

The man stepped forward swiftly, moving past the two idiots he was with. The man stopped only inches from him yet he didn't waver in the slightest, even if this man was taller, maybe even physically stronger then him. He was younger them him maybe, late twenties, early thirties at best. The two locked eyes, his were golden brow with an almost orange hue to them.

The two didn't speak they just continued to stare each other down. His co-worker's seemed surprised by the man's sudden action. He quickly assessed this man didn't step up often. No from his demeanor, he probably let the other two idiots make fools of themselves and only stepped in when something more serious came along. He was flattered to be deemed serious enough to get his 'special' attention.

He smiled at the man but his expression was stone cold. He was a professional through and through. He liked that. Everyone around them got quiet, they probably though there was going to be trouble but he was no trouble at all. He continued to smile at the man and watched his Adam's apple rise and sink. He was so tone he had muscles in his neck. He admired it for a moment and the man caught him admiring it. His eyes narrowed but his expression didn't change.

He tilted his head, amused. His reaction was so subtle and yet, telling. He waited for the man to speak, when he did he was was direct and got straight to the point, "You can no do this here. You can either call a cab or I can call the police."

A man of few words, yet many options. He liked that. "Understood."

"And don't come back."

He simply nodded. From his inflection it was clear there would be trouble should he return. He was no doubt banned or about to be. It mattered not he simply wouldn't use this identity for a while.

The man turned his back to him and started giving out orders. The other two idiots rushed about doing crowd control, getting people back inside. Anyone who was still concerned and darted to look back were met with the man's steely gaze.

He sighed and supposed they should be moving on. He crouched down and shook Gwyne to wake up. She was out cold again. He could see now she'd wore herself out. He was oddly calmer...less emotional then he'd been since the firehouse. It was strange. Gwyne opened her eyes but just groaned when he tried to get her up. He hooked her up and started to drag her. She moved some but just collapsed. It was just the three of them now. The other two had gone inside. The man looked at him then to Gwyne he'd probably seen worse.

He took out his cigarette but didn't light it. He waited to see what this man would do. In less then a second he had his lighter out and was already lighting his cigarette. Attentive another fine quality. He took in a long drag then looked around, "I assume there is a key to the gate at the end of the alley,"

He knew they closed it off so people didn't come wandering into the club. The man simply nodded then jangled his eyes. It would seem he was to have an escort. He reached down to pick up Gwyne. He swung her over his shoulder. Then the two men quietly walked to the iron gate at the end of the alley. The an opened it and held it for him. He walked through and he turned around as he shut and locked it.

The two were separated by a gate now. He watched the man's jaw muscles tighten as he looked him over once more. This time for his own satisfaction no doubt. He let him have a good look. The man's eyes narrowed and he narrowed his own in return. He flashed him another smile. They stared at each other for a moment longer then he turned and went to the car. He put Gwyne in first then went around to the divers side. The man was still at the gate staring at him, like a guard dog. He gave him a little wave then got in and sped off.

"Well that was something," he said aloud before taking another puff of his cigarette. His day had turned out to be quiet interesting.

He'd gotten a lot of useful information and some no doubt amazing footage. He couldn't wait to show her...or maybe he would make her wait and have to see it with the rest of them. He laughed madly to himself then checked the time, it was later or in this case earlier then he thought "I don't know about you but I'm famished."

He put out his cigarette then drove around until he found a place that was open and ordered them some fast food. He normally didn't eat this crap but might as well treat himself and celebrate their first sex club ban. It wasn't his first ban but it was hers. Not that he expected her to ever go there again. It wasn't really a big loss, especially with that security guy at the end. He could use someone he could trust. Again he felt like something was missing...no someone. He narrowed his gaze someone? He had Gwyne, and his wife and yet he felt there was one more.

He closed his eyes "One more, one more...who," he rubbed his jaw wondering what he was

going on about.

He yawned realizing he'd stayed up all night and had overdid things yet again. He had a way of doing that with Gwyne. He wasn't as young as he used to be and needed to pace himself better. Maybe get off some of the drugs he was on until he mellowed out some. He got the food then woke her up giving her a few sips of a shake.

She looked absolutely wrecked. Her eyes were all bloodshot. All that fucking must have exhausted her. He smiled at her and praised her, brushing her cheek. He breathed in deeply then took a few bites of the food and sped off. He made sure he wasn't being followed then pulled into an underground parking garage. He parked on the lowest level then pulled her out putting her into the trunk of another car he owned. He covered the car he'd been driving knowing he wouldn't be using it for a while, given someone might have reported him to the authorities.

He drove home and parked in his private garage. He took her out and carried her back to his apartment. He took her straight to the bathroom and laid her out on the floor. He hadn't realized how messed up she'd gotten. She was covered in bruises scratches and blood. He felt a twinge of pain knowing he had done this to her. He had hurt her. It was quickly overshadowed by anger.

He scoffed and told himself he hadn't done anything she wasn't already doing to herself. The bitch was so reckless, she had a death wish since, day one. She had no idea who he was when they first met, yet she let him drag her into an alley and fuck her. He could have easily broken her neck and left her there. He shook his head, this tramp wanted to get seriously fucked up. He recalled her making eyes at that guy from the bar then fucking him in the men's room. He'd just been some kid fresh into town but he could have been anyone. What about that big dick with the trash heap apartment.

The guy had drugs all over the place and holes in the fucking wall. And these were only the ones he knew about. Who knows what else she got into. How many dangerous situations she almost didn't walk out of. It's only a matter of time before someone is gonna come along and take her out permanently. He'd preferred if it be him but with her he realized he couldn't be certain. Maybe one day he'd just find her remains, here about it on the news. He needed to do something to make her stop messing around, give her a good scare. Since providing the meat wasn't enough to keep her from prowling. Maybe he could hire a few guys to take her for a ride. He smiled at the thought he kicked her, nudging her awake.

She groaned and he decided to grab his camera and get a few more shots before he cleaned her up. He got everything he needed then peeled what was left of her clothes off and trashed them. She smelled so bad but he scrubbed her down inside and out. Once she was all clean he began carefully treating every one of her injuries. It was weird but he almost liked putting her back together as much as he did breaking her down. It was like shattering a prized vase and then putting it back to the way it was. It would never be the same but better because each crack added something to the piece.

She had so many this time. He treated each bruise, cut and scratch. They were precious to him. Sadly nothing looked like it would be permanent. Perhaps next time or he could give her another reminder but where. He ran his hands over her and noticed her eyes were slightly opened and glazed over. She still had so much left in her system. He couldn't help but cover her in kisses and tell her she had done amazing tonight, preforming as she did.

He told her she was finally ready for her first film. He planned to do a compilation but also wanted a full length film. He wanted to recreate that moment of her in the bathroom, with all those guys going at her. He'd think of it fondly sometimes and wished he'd been able to capture it. The next best thing was of course recreating it. Perhaps one day he'd recreate her first time two. Maybe he could even get the same guys. Track them down have her do one and then the other in masks and then reveal it to her. It would be soul crushing. Imagining the look on her face, her reaction, brought him such pleasure. Perhaps after the reveal he'd make them watch him fuck her and then put a bullet in each of their heads. He rocked for a moment savoring the thought of taking out her first and second. He wondered if...if were possible to hunt them all down. Probably not...probably.

He continued cleaning her up and spent some extra time caring for her hole. Even after he'd cleaned it out it was still seeping. It must have really got up in there. It was also so raw and bruised her whole pussy was one big bruise. He couldn't help but touch it. He examined her closely opened her up more and looking inside. He could see how swollen she was. It was perfect. She was perfect. He couldn't resist trying a nice glass tunnel plug.

They were usually used for anal but could be inserted in the vaginal just the same as long as they had a wide enough base not to get sucked in. Surprisingly the first one he tried was too small for her. He laughed then went a size up. It fit snugger sinking into her. He pulled it out and applied some ointments to it then slid it back in.

He was treating her walls and cervix while keeping her open. He liked being able to lay on the floor and look inside her. He set up a light and shined it in her. He saw her puffy pink cervix only it looked rather agitated. He got some tools and cleaned it up some more applying its own special medication. He wanted to keep it safe...happy and healthy. It really did look like a pair of puffy puckerd lips or a donut. He laid there watching it move, it spit up some cum which only made it more pefect. He wished he could always have it bathed in semen. He worked one out staring at it then came into a plastic syringe. So he could directly insert his seed into her. If she wasn't fixed he could easily get her pregnant like this, directly inserting his sperm into her womb.

He took pictures of her. Then had a funny thought. Just how was she sterilized? Clearly they hadn't removed the hardware. Had they simply tied her tubes, inserted something. He doubted she'd have gone to the trouble of removed the eggs. He didn't see any surgical scars. Maybe she took a medication. He found himself curious. Just how had they done it? Sometimes it could be fully reversed.

If not then maybe some of eggs were still intact. She was young enough she had to have a lot left. Perhaps they could be harvested. It was true her family had some disease but he had the means and technology for screening such things. He could just roll the dice until one of the offspring didn't have the gene. Perhaps he could harvest her eggs, get a few surrogates to carry the children then surprise her with motherhood. He'd seen the look the longing in her eyes. He'd have something to keep her bound to him forever. She'd no doubt get attached...almost all women did. What would their child look like.

Would it have her features or his, a mix of them both. What child would they make. She'd probably expect him to be there for her and the child or children all the time. He could now that he had means. He wouldn't have to work. He'd have to stop pursuing power...it would be too risky for young ones moving all the time but perhaps if he could secure a location. He blinked upset with himself and this line of thought.

He stood up from her feeling strange. Was he actually considered breeding with this...thing. He looked down at her laying there all bruised and cut up her pussy open for the world. She was disgusting. He was disgusting for even considering such a thing with her.

He looked at himself in the mirror and got angry. He acted like he was in control but clearly he was not if he was even considering such things. She was filth, a no good whore he would one day dispose of. He couldn't what, have kids with her! Marry her! Spend the rest of his life with her! For a second he debated what she'd look like in a wedding dress. He'd seen it in a shop window when he was shopping with his daughter. She'd caught him looking at it. He knew just the cut and style that would suit her...the flowers he'd arrange for her bucay. The place, time and lighting. He could solidly picture it all. Gwyne, his bride. Her standing before him. Her big eyes lighting up with such… such… love? He recalled the way she looked at that cuck. He imagined her looking at him like that, giving herself to him complete.

He got so angry with himself for imagining such a thing that he punched his own bathroom mirror. He quickly realized that was a mistake but he could fix this. He'd done it before it had taken several operations and his hands still had cuts from the last time but he quickly bandaged his fist then removed the panel and shattered glass. He removed all traces of the mirror and of the thought from his head. Everything could be replaced but her. There is was again this maddening fixation.

He took something to settle his nerves then took a long cold shower trying to clear his head. Even after tonight he was still so attached if not more so…to her. Thinking of such things was not a good sign. Still he couldn't help it as he stepped out of the shower and dried off. He looked down at her. She was so exposed before him till open with that tunnel plug.

She was a thing of beauty. He couldn't wait for the upcoming photo shoot. He wanted to capture every part of her. Every part of her. He made some calls arrangements. It took hours but it would be worth it. When he came back she was still out of it. He picked her up off the ground. She was dry now. He laid her on the bed and ran his hands through her hair. He brushed it then pulled back and looked at her face. Her lip was cut open but it looked good.

He pulled a chair up at the end of the bed and just sat in it staring at her. She was perfect. A calmness came over him the latest shit he'd taken had fully kicked in. He stood after a few minutes and ran his fingers all over her. She was so perfect so beautiful. The things she did for him. The way she was. He felt confused to hate her to love her….the lines blurred together as he just admired her. She was like his own living doll. She was his... his..his No matter how many had her. She was still his completely always and forever.

He loomed over her…then couldn't resist touching her. After so much roughness he delighting in being soft, gentle. He changed out her nipple rings for custom ones he had made. He checked on the ring between her leg. It was still as beautiful as ever even as her clit swelled around it. He kissed it then trailed kisses up to her naval, breasts, chest, neck, chin, mouth, nose, and eyes. He laid on top of her then ran his hands all over her again. He took hold of his member and worked himself up, staring at her. He suddenly felt pent up but he didn't fuck her. He just jerked himself off as he brushed his hands over her.

When he was close he got into position. He moved to his knees before her titled her pelvis so that the tunnel was tilted up. Her stared into her then allowed himself to come to fruiting. He sprayed it aiming it inside her. He watched it go inside her in long big strings. They all hit their mark. When he was done he ran his hand over her and looked inside her again. Her saw how her body reacting to his warmth then pulled the tunnel out letting her hole rest at last.

He curled up around her then and clung to her as if she was the most precious thing in his life. He closed his eyes dreaming of the things she had done tonight and the things he planned to do to her. A smile fell across his lips and he squeezed her even tighter. In this moment he felt satisfied all of his earlier anger finally ebbed away and all that was left was love...love and such devotion...Love, such devotion and maddening unending obsession. His eyes darkened and his smile widened even more. "You are mine, mine always and forever mine."

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