Robert Vickers - Virgin in bondage

Poor Michael! She hadn't seen him in almost a week. Mr. Stanton's attentions had been devoted almost solely toward her. She shivered at the thought of Michael being imprisoned somewhere in the mansion, all alone, dangling from chains against a cold stone wall.

Still, deep down, Sheryle knew she would rather have it this way than having Michael participating in the vicious little games Stanton thought up. Sheryle found it hard to admit to herself that she didn't want to share the dark visaged man with anyone, even Michael.

There was an aura of power about Stanton that continually drew her. It was an animal magnetism that she couldn't fight. If he ordered her to do something, she would have to do it simply because of his voice. It was hypnotic. It compelled her to do horrible things that she would never dream of doing otherwise.

That he had his whip with him constantly was also a goad to make her obey his every wish. He never hesitated in whipping her when she needed it. Sometimes she was too slow in obeying. She could almost appreciate the need for discipline.

Sheryle was finding a man who could dominate her totally. She might not know what was going through his mind, but she always knew where she stood with him. There was no falseness in their relationship. She was his slave, to serve him and instantly please him if that was what he desired. So simple. She thought back to the world outside the mansion. Things never were as clear-cut there. Her parents and their hypocritical ways.

They told her not to fuck and then went into their bedroom and screwed like rabbits just because they were married. What was a piece of paper? Nothing, as far as Sheryle could see. She was attractive, desirable, and horny. Why shouldn't she get some of the fun? Her parents had driven her off and into the arms of Mr. Stanton.

"Don't whip me," she moaned out. "Please don't do it. I hurt already. I'm in pain."

"You just think you are, bitch," he said savagely. "I'll show you pain. I'll rape you with my precious cock and rip you apart all the way to the chin!"

She felt a surge of excitement at the man's words. His prick up her pussy was exactly what she wanted!

He tied her leash to a doorknob and immediately dropped down behind her. She felt her neck straining to keep her head up high, while her hands and knees were still on the floor. It was just like an old-time cowboy would have tied up his faithful horse at the hitching post. But Sheryle didn't mind, not this time. She was going to get the privilege of Mr. Stanton's prick reaming her out from behind.

"Ummmm, yes, that's where I want it!" she cried out.

His prick parted the thick globes of her ass and plunged down to her cunt. The man's cock drove back and forth along the valley formed by her cuntlips until her fuck juices had properly lubricated him. She tensed a little as she felt the thick knob of his prick pressing into her cunt hole. Her inner pussylips fluttered as if they were in a high wind. They caressed and taunted the cock, prompting it to come in more.

He surged forward, spearing her cunt fully with his prick.

"Aieeee!"

Her entire body convulsed in an orgasm. She was so up for this fucking that she hardly recognized the subtler sexual tensions mounting in her belly. The feel of his cock bucking and pulsing hot and hard inside her twat was all she needed to get off.

"Bitch. You're nothing but a stupid cunt who loves nothing but cock. Isn't that so? Isn't it?"

He shoved his hips forward a little more, then began a rotating motion. She felt his cock stirring around in her hot, gooey twat like a spoon in a mixing bowl. The girl tried to speak but the words jumbled up in her throat. She loved this and would have endured any amount of degradation for this moment.

His cock began moving out of her gripping pussy. She tensed up aid tried to hold him inside. She was rewarded by the man's grunt. His guttural sounds told the teenager that she was pleasing him. Her pussy gripped down even harder around the fleshy sword of his prick.

He began pulling back, retreating from her. She let out an agonized cry and tried to hold him inside through the force of her cunt muscles alone. Her body betrayed her. The slippery fuck oils greased his prick too well for her to hang onto it. He slid free.

She tried to turn her head and look at the man fucking her like a bitch. The leash on her neck prevented it. The studded collar gleamed coldly just inches under her chin. She was totally naked save for the collar, but she didn't feel anything but hot. Her entire body radiated hotly now that he was driving his thick spike of cock in and out of her cunt.

"More," she called out, "give me more. Give it all to meeee!"

His thighs ground roughly into her butt. He had spanked her for some minor infraction earlier. Now that her pink glowing ass was receiving stimulation again, she could feel the stark bliss of excitement fill her up. The crinkly hair on his upper legs stimulated and tormented her.

But it was his prick reaming her out that gave the real pleasure. She could have endured that divine torture all day long.

"Not good enough," he said suddenly. His cock slipped from her pussy with a lewd sucking sound.

"Wh… what, master?" she shrieked. "It must be! Please, give me another chance to amuse you!"

"Very well," he said, reluctance in his voice.

"Anything, master, anything! Just do it to me. Allow me the chance to give you pleasure."

The blunted nose cone of his cock moved backward from her cunt hole and stopped at the entrance to her asshole. She shivered with delight. If she couldn't have him fucking her up the pussy, her asshole was the next best thing. In her tightest passage, she was sure she could give him the stimulation he needed.

Her entire body trembled in reaction as he moved forward, his cock parting the tensed up ring of her asshole. The pink ring of muscle finally gave under the intense pressure and yielded. His prick surged all the way up her shit chute.

She thought she was going out of her mind with the pain. Even though he had his prick well oiled from the trips back and forth in her cunt, she couldn't take such a mighty pillar of man-meat so fast. Her inner membrane had to have time to expand. He didn't bother giving her any time at all to adjust to the thick girth of his cock.

"What's wrong, bitch? Don't you like it when a real man fucks you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed. "Anything, master, as long as it p-p-pleases you!"

She didn't know if she was lying to him or not. The pain lancing into her ass was intense, but the words sounded like the truth to her. She had learned to love one thing in the world – pleasing Mr. Stanton. The man commanded and she obeyed. It seemed so natural. So what if he tied her up and fucked her? She got off on that a lot. Or made her pretend she was a dog like he was doing now? A man out walking his dog who dropped down and began fucking the poor animal. It was a fantasy she could enjoy.

But the pain!

She felt the sweat breaking out on her forehead. She couldn't lift either of her hands to wipe it from her eyes. With the leash so firmly attached to her neck, she was choking all the time. How she wanted to put her head down on the ground, to put it on her crossed forearms and simply enjoy the butt-fucking the man was giving her.

Sheryle couldn't. Mr. Stanton wouldn't like it. He had to get his rocks off first. That was all that mattered in her tiny universe.

"Shit, your asshole is starting to gape. It's like fucking a sewer pipe. It is disgusting to me!"

"No, master, I want to give you anything you want."

"It's too big. Are you fucking yourself up the ass on the doorknobs?"

"No!"

She protested, knowing he wanted to hear her deny whatever he claimed. There was nothing wrong with her asshole. It was as tight now as the time the trucker had anally raped her. She knew it was like a guillotine around the man's cock. The redhead felt if she strained, she could chop his cock off inside her body. But to even think that would be to contradict her master.