Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

She groaned again. Halting an inch or so off the table.

"Oh God," she panted. "It's… it's too loooonngg!"

She rose up a little, sliding her snatch along the dildo. I moved in and lay on my belly, zooming in on her crotch as her tight lips slipped up along the dildo.

I moved back and watched her trying to fit the whole thing into her. She slid slowly up and down, groaning and gasping, rubbing at her clitty, getting more and more aroused.

She rode faster and faster, panting and whimpering, her legs and arms working harder as her ass rode up and down. Then she slid all the way down, gasping, eyes going wide as she took the entire thing up into her belly.

She shuddered, sitting there on the table, legs wide. She slide her hands over her lower belly, obviously amazed she had gotten the entire length into her box.

She ground her ass on the table, throwing her head back and groaning. She started to hump up and down, her ass cheeks slapping on the table. She leaned forward, hands flat on the table top again as she started pushing herself up and down.

Her pussy slid up and down the now wet, glistening dildo as she gasped and grunted in heated pleasure, getting closer and closer to orgiastic delight.

I put the camcorder down and bellowed "Stop!"

She continued to ride up and down, gasping and moaning.

Smiling I picked up the remote control and pressed the button on it.

Gwen's lustful grunts and groans turned to a shriek of agony as she was flung up and back. She landed heavily on her back on the table, instantly flopping off the side and onto the floor. Her howls continued as her body was wracked by convulsions.

She shook like an epileptic in a fit, her entire body thrashing violently.

I let up on the button, and after long seconds she went limp, sobbing in exhaustion and pain.

"You're going to have to learn to obey your master, dog," I said. "Now crawl over here on your belly, lick my feet, and apologize for disobeying me again."

I gave the button a light touch and she yelped, flopping over from her back onto her belly.

She crawled slowly forward, dripping tears on the rug, then onto my foot as she trembled and shook. She leaned in and licked my foot as I looked down.

"Get on your knees, you fucking whore," I spat. "Stick your dirty little crack in the air and beg for my cock."

She moaned, and pushed herself to her knees then turned around slowly. Since her hands were bound near her belly she couldn't really support herself on them and had to remain on her shoulders, ass high.

"Beg, dog."

"P… p… p… please… fu… fu… fuck me… me… M… M… Michael," she stuttered.

"Stick your fingers into your twat and peel your lips open."

She moaned, and wriggled her hands back between her legs, her fingers searching for her slit. She slowly pried her moist cunt lips open, revealing the soft round tunnel into her belly.

"You want me to shove my cock up that dirty hole, slut?"

"Ye… y… y… yes… p… p… pleeeasse," she whimpered.

"Beg!"

"P… please sho… shove your… your cock up my dirty… hole," she gasped.

I rubbed my prick up and down her hot little crack then forced the head into her hole past her fingers. I drove it all the way up into her snatch and she groaned and let her fingers slip free as I started to fuck.

"Dirty little fuck machine," I said, slapping her round ass. "Hot assed, slut."

I fucked into her harder and harder, and she grunted softly with each thrust, mouth slack, eyes closed.

I pulled out and rubbed my cock along her slit, then sank it into her again. I did that repeatedly, making her moan and whimper as her insides heated up. Then I seized her hips and started fucking deep and fast, really pounding my meat down into Gwen's tight hole as I rode her.

My hips slapped violently into her buttocks as I leaned forward, my hands coming down on her shoulders, then onto the floor beside them, my hips smacking loudly into her jiggling red buttocks as I rutted into her sopping slit.

She cried out in pleasure, a tortured sob of ecstasy as she rolled her head from side to side and jammed her ass back against my pounding cock meat. Her snatch buzzed and burned and sucked on my prick, spasming as I fought to keep from juicing.

It was too much, though, and I came inside her, pouring cream down my little sister's tight, sucking hole.

I eased back on my heels, slipping my cock out of her, and sat back to catch my breath. Man, her ass was a beautiful sight, just beautiful. I reached over and got the camcorder and recorded it for a few seconds, focusing in on her cunt lips, still slightly parted, her cream and my jism dripping out her cunt.

I put the camcorder down and went over to her, yanking her up to her feet. She swayed weakly groaning. I unlocked the chains, slipping them off her shackles, and had her stand over next to the wall.

I went over to the stereo and put on a CD, then told her to dance for me.

She stared at me in confusion.

"Give me a nice, slutty dance, Gwen," I said. "Like a stripper would."

Well, of course she'd never seen a stripper, so I had to show her. I kind of danced to show her what I had in mind, and she imitated me, grinding her hips, sliding her hands up and down her naked body, rolling her hips, rolling her head, undulating her body.

She quickly caught on to what I wanted, and after the first few minutes, when she seemed embarrassed and inhibited, she kind of let herself go, and gave a pretty nice little bump and grind.

I picked up the camcorder. She halted briefly, then continued, breathing a little harder as she rolled her hips and squeezed her breasts. She turned and ground her bare ass back at me, then bent over and grabbed her ankles, humping back as I zoomed in on her cunt crack.

I backed up to get the full picture, and she slowly straightened, turning and kicking out with her legs, shaking her body more. Her breasts jiggled as she danced faster, and her hair shook from side to side behind her.

She finally halted, gasping for breath. I put down the camcorder and went over to her, then locked her shackles together in front of her and led her across the room. I pushed her back against the wall right beside the TV and lifted her arms up high.

I pressed them back against the wall and locked them to a chain I'd hung there, adjusting it carefully until her body was totally stretched out and she was lifting her heels off the floor.

Then I went back downstairs and got the punishment hood, and an inflatable gag. I came back to her and slipped the hood over her head, pulling it down under her jaw and zipping it in tightly, then buckling it around her throat.

The punishment hood covered her completely, right to the throat. Nothing of her face was visible. I unzipped the mouth and ordered her to open up, then shoved the inflatable gag between her jaws and began pumping.

The gag got bigger and bigger inside her mouth as I kept pumping it, forcing her jaws wider. She moaned in pain, and I halted and unscrewed the pumping bulb, then zipped the hood closed over her mouth.

I got a beer and watched TV for a few hours while she stood there.

After a while she slowly lowered her heels to the floor, accepting the strain on her body. She raised her legs now and then, drawing her knees back to her chest as they cramped up.

I didn't like that so I shackled her ankles together and clipped them to a little eyebolt I'd stuck into the wall there.

I ran my hands over her body admiringly it was so gorgeous, all stretched out like a diver's. I eyed her ribs outlined under her soft white flesh, and stroked her soft, concave belly.

I sat down for a while, leaving her be. The hood was thickly padded over her ears so she didn't hear anything. She was supposed to be well-isolated in there, no sight, no sound.