NoEasyWayOut (13 page)

Then he stopped.

She could tell he was breathing heavily. Was it from
exertion or excitement or both?

“Look.” He touched different parts of her bottom. “It’s
quite clear you are a slut. I wouldn’t mind getting this permanently branded
into you. Or tattooed. How would you feel about that?”

She groaned, trying to say no but just a muffled noise came
out. Her mouth was starting to ache now from being so wide for so long.

“You’d prefer branding. Very well. I’ll look into it. But
for now, let’s get you around here. Bring the toy. Hold it in your mouth. Now
stand up and come round to the table.” He pulled on the cuffs holding her
wrists behind her back until she was standing upright.

She held the big black dildo in her mouth, its weight making
it swing as she gripped the end of it in her teeth. She moved awkwardly toward
the center of the room, aware that her shuffling steps, the word “slut”
imprinted all over her buttocks, her breasts falling through the holes in her
bra and the huge dildo in her mouth were all being captured on film.

“Good girl, now drop.” He was holding the base of the big
dildo and she let it go immediately and closed her mouth, stretching her aching
jaw.

“And now let’s see if you can lay an egg.” He rubbed gently
between her legs, which were still held wide apart by the bar.

She resisted the urge to press herself against his hand, to
show that she wanted him. “What do you mean?”

“Come on little chicken, lay your eggs.”

She stared at him.

“Squeeze. Get them out.” He pulled her chin so she was
looking at him, “Or they will stay in there when I put that in you.” He
gestured at the enormous dildo she had been stretching her lips around.

“Okay. Okay.” She closed her eyes, trying not to think how
she must look, squeezing her muscles together trying to make the eggs pop out.
She could feel them moving inside her as she pressed against them trying to
make them come out. It didn’t take long and they dropped to the floor.

“Well done. Now a quick drink and then on we go.”

He handed her a full glass of wine and she drank it
greedily, dreading what he’d do next but knowing that he would make her come
loudly and hard and that it would all be filmed.

“Now. Let’s have you lying back on the coffee table.” He
helped her to sit on the edge of it. “I’ll cuff you around this way now.” He
unclicked the soft cuffs.

She stretched her shoulders and arms gratefully before he
cuffed them again, in front of her this time. Then he laid her back along the
length of the table, putting a cushion under her head. Her legs were still wide
apart and her buttocks were right at the edge of the table.

“Good. You look very relaxed.”

She felt anything but. She felt open, exposed, vulnerable.
What was he going to do to her?

He sat on the edge of the table, his hand roaming her body.
He focused on her breasts, squeezing a handful of flesh, watching how his
fingers sank into the soft mounds, admiring the imprint of his fingers on her
pale flesh.

“You look more naked with this bra on. You should wear bras
like this to work. I’d like to think of you at your desk, looking prim and
proper but with your nipples and your breasts spilling out, naked under your
blouse.” He squeezed one hard as he spoke.

He was using both hands now to pull and tug on her nipples
and even though she didn’t want him to touch her, she couldn’t help herself—her
nipples hardened and tightened and she felt them prickle and tingle, wanting
him to carry on, wanting to be touched, to be pulled, to be squeezed and
rolled, wanting to be sucked.

She closed her eyes, remembering when Daniel had sucked long
and hard on her nipples. But was it him? Or was it someone else, Jose Luis
perhaps, who lowered his head to her breasts and sucked and bit on them,
sending waves of electricity down to her crotch?

Daniel was doing something else now, holding one of her
nipples really tightly. She opened her eyes and looked down as he fixed a tiny
clamp onto her erect nipple. She gasped as it closed. It felt like someone was
holding her hard. Then he pulled her breast upward toward her other nipple and
fitted a clamp on that one as well, tightening the chain between them until it
was very short, pulling her nipples toward each other and squeezing her breasts
together.

“The tighter the better, in all things.” He pulled on the
chain.

She breathed hard as the chain pulled on the clamps. It felt
like someone was pinching her nipples hard and the pulses of desire were
flowing into her clit now.

Daniel pulled gently at the chain, watching her nipples
move, her breasts move, enjoying the sight.

She panted, groaning with each movement. Each movement was
on the edge of pleasure, almost pain but making her clit throb and engorge,
making it tender and needy.

“You like it don’t you?”

She shook her head, not wanting to admit it, not wanting to
say how close it made her feel to coming.

He dipped his finger in between her legs. “But you are so
wet, so ready, so close to coming and this is just making you closer, isn’t it?”

He pulled on the chain, tugging at it hard making her
nipples burn and tingle, then he flicked the clit toy remote and it buzzed
against her.

She opened her mouth to scream in pleasure or pain—she didn’t
know which—and then he stopped.

“So,” he said slowly. “Your body says you do like it. Now
let’s see what else. Ah yes.” He picked up the big dildo.

“No,” she said, her eyes wide, knowing it was too big.

“I think so. I think it will go in. And if it doesn’t,” he
laughed, “I’ll strap you down to this table and force it until it does.”

“No. Please don’t put that thing inside me. It’s too big.”

“Too big? Not for you, not for a slut. All sluts like big
ones. And that includes you.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Let’s lube it up first.”

She recognized the little bottle. It was more “Fire Power.” He
coated the dildo liberally in it.

She felt him press the head of it against her entrance and
tensed up.

“No. It’ll hurt if you do that. You have to relax. After all
I don’t want to hurt you. Well not too much anyway. Now, let’s try again.” He
pushed the head of the dildo against her, using his other hand to spread her
wider, to pull her open.

She felt it pushing against her. “No. Daniel, don’t.”

He pulled down the top of her panties and moved the bullet
to one side. He opened her lips and flicked at her clit, once twice, three
times.

She moaned, wanting him to touch her there, to forget about
the dildo and just make her come.

“So shall I stop?”

“Yes,” she said.

He placed a fingertip each side of her clit and rubbed
quickly across it.

She tensed up. This would make her come if he carried on.

“I’ll do that again if you’ll just let a little bit—half an
inch, nothing really—inside you.”

She groaned as he pressed the dildo hard at her entrance and
she felt it edge inside, stretching her wide, pulling at the skin, opening her
right up. It was starting to burn too all around the entrance and inside her.
She breathed heavily.

“Good.” He pushed on the dildo, still forcing it in. “It’s
going in. I knew you could take it.”

Ruthanne felt as though she were too full, like it would
burst out of her. The stretching and the burning were intense. “Stop, stop.”

He rubbed his fingers across her clit again, teasing at the
hood, brushing it side to side, rubbing it. Now that was heating up too with
the lube that was left on his fingers.

She moaned. “Please, Daniel, please.”

“Please stop or please carry on?”

“I don’t know.” She wanted him to touch her but didn’t want
any more of the enormous dildo inside her.

“Please stop?” He took his hand away from her clit. It was
tingling, burning, needing to be touched. “Or please carry on?” He pressed her
clit softly, nudging it from side to side.

“Please carry on,” she whispered and pushed against him,
trying to make him touch her.

“No. Not yet.” Then he leaned onto the base of the dildo and
she thought she would explode as it slid inside her, pulling her wide,
stretching her open, making her feel fuller than she had ever thought possible
and filling her with an intense burning warmth. “And a little strap just to
keep it in place. I’d hate it to slip out just when you’re enjoying it.”

He fixed something round her waist and under the base of the
dildo and it seemed as though the big toy went in even deeper.

She moaned and shifted on the table trying to get
comfortable, trying to stop feeling like it was pushing her apart, like it was
filling her too full. It was the biggest thing she had ever had inside her. The
heat was intense and she moaned again, not sure if the burning sensation was pleasurable
or not.

He gave her clit one last flick and replaced the panties,
nestling the bullet back between her lips against her clit. He stood back. “Nipple
clamps and chain,” he said, pulling it up and down making her moan. “Good.
Dildo, good. Clit vibrator.” He flicked the switch on for a millisecond.

She tensed up, the vibrations in her clit suddenly making
everything feel good.

“Good. Now what’s missing? Ah, something in your mouth.” He
pulled her up the table, his hands under her arms so her head was falling back
off the end.

“Daniel, that’s uncomfortable.”

He smiled at her. “It won’t be for long. Just let your head
fall back. I’m going to fuck your throat.”

Before she could say anything he’d switched on the massive
dildo and it turned and roiled inside her.

She screamed out. It was too big. It was moving too much. It
felt like it was alive and huge and hot and unbearable. She twisted and moved
on the table trying to get away from it but it was held deep inside her.

Then he pressed another button and it began to vibrate. Not the
gentle buzzing of the eggs but as though she were sitting on a washing machine—a
hard, intense movement deep inside her, almost shaking her on the table, while
the head of it was still turning this way and that, pushing and pressing and
moving inside her. She tried to reach down with her cuffed hands to pull it out
but she couldn’t reach. “Please take it out of me,” she gasped.

“No. I know you’re enjoying it.”

“No, no,” she cried out, reaching down again with her bound
hands.

“I love it when you struggle. There’s nothing nicer than a
girl all tied up struggling against what’s going in her, whether she likes it
or not.”

He leaned forward and pulled on the chain between her
nipples. “Too hard?” His voice took on that tone she knew too well, that tone
that said he would be harder and crueler until he came.

She cried out again but he pulled harder on the chain,
watching her breasts pull up, held by the tight mouth of the clamps.

“Stop,” shouted Ruthanne, the sensations too much to bear.

“Now how can I stop you making all that noise? I know.”
Standing behind her he gripped her head firmly in his hands and she could see
his erect cock in front of her mouth. “Suck me. And do it well or I’ll fuck you
right down into your throat.”

She opened her mouth and he pushed himself inside. At the
same time he finally turned on the bullet, which buzzed and hummed against her
tender, swollen clit. The feeling was overwhelming. It added to the tenderness
of her nipples, still gripped by the clamps and the incredible feeling of
fullness, of heat and movement, of stretching inside her. Now the clit toy was
buzzing again it all started to feel good, like she wanted it, like she wanted
Daniel to treat her like this.

Daniel was sawing in and out of her mouth, his hands holding
her head. He was breathing heavily and she knew he wouldn’t be long. She lashed
at him with her tongue, trying not to think how easy it would be for him to
force himself all the way into her throat.

The dildo inside her was making her whole body vibrate. It
was huge and powerful and strapped in and she couldn’t escape. She twisted and
turned on the table but each time she moved the nipple chain pulled on the
clamps and tugged and pulled harder at her nipples.

Daniel pushed into her mouth again and the clit toy buzzed
and buzzed. She knew she was close now—she knew she was going to come. She
needed the clit to push harder against her. She writhed against the dildo and
the clit toy kept pulsing.

Then Daniel was reaching down her and smacking at her clit
with the paddle, forcing the bullet hard against her, smacking again and again.
She knew that this was it. This was sending her over the edge, making her come.
With each smack the orgasm grew. Each time he spanked her clit she was nearer
and nearer, knowing she was going to come, knowing that nothing could stop it
now. He hit her again and again, forcing the buzzing toy hard against her.

Then she was coming and the orgasm pulsed through her, wave
after wave, more and more, harder and harder each time he spanked the toy hard
against her clit, the buzzing pressing into her and grinding into her with each
smack. She wanted to cry out, to scream as her body bucked and convulsed, feeling
so full, so powerless as the sensations tore through her. Then Daniel was
coming too and even as the spunk was coating the back of her throat she was
trying to scream out, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” and he spanked her
again and again until she was completely spent.

Finally he pulled out of her mouth and wiped his sticky rod
across her face. He leaned over her and flicked the switch on the huge vibrator
and turned off the clit bullet. Suddenly it was silent except for the sound of
her panting and his heavy breathing.

“I’d like to tie you down and leave you like this until
tomorrow or send in a few of my friends to come and use you. But I suppose I
had better not, not this time.”