Robert Vickers - Virgin in bondage

She would never do a thing like that. She wouldn't dare. He could whip her or chain her up alone in a room and leave her, or do any of a thousand other awful things to her. Only her wild imagination could conjure up atrocities more brutal than those actually dished out to her by the evil Mr. Stanton.

"Why should I enjoy this floppy hole?" he demanded.

"I'll try harder, master. I will!"

She began to tense up. She felt her bowels clutching at his buried prick. Imagining her asshole to be a hangman's noose and his cock to be a neck, she pulled and twisted and rotated her ass trying to give him the thrill he demanded from greeking her. The teenager wasn't sure if she was even coming close to giving him what he wanted. All she really knew was the effect his cock had on her.

Stomach churning, she felt the sexual tensions rise to the point where she could no longer contain them. She exploded in a wild, fiery come. She screamed, her cries cut off by the leash around her neck. She almost strangled herself, but it was worth the emotional release of orgasm.

He began fucking her ass with slow, deliberate strokes. This fed the inner fires more than anything else he could have done. Molten butter puddled in her cunt, then spread like wildfire up her spine. When the racing emotional charge reached her brain, she came again.

The iron grip of another orgasm smashed her body, tossing her around and around. She would have bucked free of his cock if his hands hadn't firmly gripped her hips and pulled her thrashing body back into his crotch. His cock danced wildly in the tight confines of her shit chute, burning her alive with the friction of his fucking.

And then there was nothing but emptiness inside. The girl panicked. She moaned and pleaded with him.

"Fuck me, fuck meee! Don't leave me like this!" He had done this so many times before. He got her hot and ready to come in the most delightful ways, then fled her and left her alone. One time, she thought he had forgotten her entirely. He had been gone almost a week.

If it hadn't really been a week, it seemed like it to the bound girl. She had cried herself to sleep many times, not even getting food. What water she had received was from a dripping faucet in the stark room where he had penned her.

She couldn't take him abandoning her again. Not now, not with her body aching lustily.

"Take me hard, master. Fuck my ass good! I beg you, do ittttttt!"

"No," he said simply.

She was crushed. She had somehow displeased him. If the world had come to an end, the red-haired teenager couldn't have been sicker inside. Her asshole burned from the fucking he had given her, but he hadn't felt enough arousal to continue. What else could she do to keep him here?

"My mouth!" she said suddenly. "Fuck my face! Please, master, let me give you head. I promise you won't be disappointed."

"What will you allow me to do to you if I am displeased?" he demanded.

She cried openly. This was a new game on his part. He obviously wanted her to do more. But what more could she do? He had already given her pussy a few good strokes.

She had tried to massage and stimulate his fucking cock as much as she could then. The thick oils leaking from her cunt should have told him that she was more than willing to take him balls-deep up her pussy. But he had only given her enough to get her hot and make her tremble at the mere touch of his cock.

He had moved on.

She had tried to give him even more excitement up her ass. The feel of his prick burning away at her rectum, the friction from the fucking was more than she could take. But she had endured it, for him.

Why did Mr. Stanton abuse her so? She was trying to please him! She wanted to give him everything she could. More than any other man in her life, he was dominant over her, a real man, a virile man who could easily control her. She looked up to him even when he whipped her and chained her down to fuck her.

Or perhaps she looked up to him because he did those terrible things to her. She didn't know or care. But if it took sucking on the prick that had just recently been up her cunt and ass, then she would do it.

Anything! Anything for Mr. Stanton.

"Please, master," she begged, "don't leave me alone. Let me suck on that wonderful prick of yours. I need it!"

He glared at her, then moved his cock within a few inches of her lips. She bent forward eagerly and sucked hard. He gasped as her mouth connected with the very end of his cock, but this was all the sound he emitted.

Her tongue swirled hard around the purple knob on the end. His cockhead was huge. The way it throbbed so powerfully against her lips told the young girl that she was doing everything just right. She hated the taste of her own shit on his prick, but she had to do this. She just had to, if she wanted to please the man and keep him from leaving her all alone.

She could take any amount of physical pain, but the mental anguish of being chained and left all by herself in some deserted room was more than she could handle. She had to be in the presence of someone, to see some human being. It wasn't possible for her to stay human and be alone.

The redheaded teenager sucked harder on his prick.

She felt it begin to thrust toward her tonsils. This spurred her own activities. She sucked and tongued and began to take more and more of his shitcovered cock into her mouth. Ignoring the taste, the girl reveled in the feelings building in her own body.

It wasn't revulsion. She could never be revolted at the man's prick, no matter what he did to it first. She had even sucked on it when he had dabbled hot chili sauce on it. That had stung and burned her lips, but she had cleaned off his prick entirely. She loved Mr. Stanton's cock above all other things in the world because of the man he was.

The tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot down her throat. The teenager was ready for this. She deep throated him with all the expertise of long practice. She once would have been revolted at the idea of taking a man's cock so far down her throat. No longer. Not as long as it was Stanton's cock. He deserved everything she could deliver simply because he was so masculine.

"More," he commanded. "Suck more on my precious cock. Hurry!"

She bobbed her tonsils up and down on the most sensitive portion of his cock. Then she had to back away, gasping for air. The heated gusts from her nostrils blasted through the thick bush surrounding his balls. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other but this was the only indication that he really noticed her sucking skills.

Her lips curled into a perfect "O" ring around his pecker. Her tongue tried to worm down the tiny opening of his piss-slit.

She found her tongue being rammed back into her mouth. The thick pillar of his cock had come surging in, forceful, demanding. He face-fucked her until she was openly crying in need.

How she would have loved to have this hard fucking prick up her pussy – or her asshole! But she knew that wouldn't give him as much pleasure as this. She lived only to give him all the enjoyment she could. The girl sucked and licked and tried to keep up with the frantic pace of his face-fucking.

The explosion of jism into her mouth took her by surprise. She choked on the gooey gob of cum that spurted all around the back of her throat. Before she could swallow it, the second blast of jizz came. And the third and fourth until her mouth was filled with gallons and gallons of his cum.

Choking, she sputtered and moved away from him.

He hit her with the open palm of his hand. The resounding slap echoed through the room and momentarily deafened the young teenager. The pain in her cheek was bad, but the rejection was worse.

"I… I swallowed it all!" she blurted out. But it was too late.