They were in David’s ‘special room’. Brenda was fastened down on his medieval like
wooden turntable, her collar chained to it, her ankles and thighs strapped into place.
Her wrists were joined behind her back. David was thrusting his remorseless, long, thick
cock into her pussy from behind.
It was part of their regular Friday night routine. She had been coming here, three
nights a week for over a year. She had no choice really.
The cock was driving Brenda’s passions. It sawed back and forth, caressing the
energized interior of her fevered cunt. Her hands, bound behind her back, writhed as her
lust rose higher and higher. David’s hands were on her hips, using them as a fulcrum for
his fierce, determined thrusts.
You might not believe it, but Brenda wasn’t really like this. During the day, she was a
prim social worker at a day care agency. She helped the mothers file for support payments
from their wayward husbands or lovers, assisted them with their Medicaid applications,
counselled them on landlord tenant problems and a myriad of other things. She had a whole
list of public agencies she could refer them to. It was a job she loved and she was a
respected, conscientious worker.
Of middle height, about 5’6”, with deep black hair that came down to just below her
shoulders, Brenda was an attractive woman. Her breasts were not voluptuous, but more than
adequate to satisfy her and the few lovers she had had. 27 years old, she felt that she
was in the prime of her life, working at a job she loved, living in a comfortable, well
furnished apartment. She had loving friends and a good relationship with her parents and
siblings. There was little wrong with her life. Except David, that is.
David was grunting loudly as his climax neared. Brenda’s was coming too. Her breath
was laboured, made more difficult by the fact that her chest was pressed up against her
knees. She let out a low, almost mournful moan.
Suddenly, as if her moan was a signal for action, David pulled his cock from her oozing
crevasse. He spun the turntable around until her mouth was in position. Her lips were
spread wide by the ring gag he had installed earlier and David thrust himself inside her
mouth, pressing against the entrance to her throat.
“Does the little slut want to come?” he snarled as he thrust his cock back and forth.
“I don’t think I’ll let you tonight. Whores don’t get to come. They just swallow their
masters’ spume and like it.” He laughed. Brenda moaned from frustration.
Her assailant had a grip of her hair on either side of her head, holding it still. His
thighs began to shiver and his head rolled back. “Here it comes fuckbucket!” he called
out. “Here it comes!”
He pushed himself in as far as he could go. Brenda started to gag and choke. She could
feel the bulbous head of his prick in her throat.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” David yelled as his fat cock began to throb and pulse within
her.
Brenda was straining for air. She started to squeal and strain at her bonds. David
paid her no mind as he revelled in the moist heat that surrounded him.
When he was fully done, the last fading spasm of his cock spent, he pulled himself from
her throat. Brenda wheezed as she struggled to suck in enough air to overcome her oxygen
deficit. Tears were running down her face, snot oozing from her nose. David looked at
her and laughed.
He moved over to a side table against the wall and picked up his snifter of brandy,
taking a large chug. “Ahhhhhhhh!” he said as it warmed his insides. David was a little
under 6’ tall. He had brown hair, cut short. He was at least ten years older than
Brenda, more like 15. His chest was broad and hairless. His face stern and handsome.
Brenda had known David for a few years. He was on the board of the social service
agency she worked for. He was wealthy and knowledgeable. It was natural that Brenda had
turned to him in her crisis. If she had only known what she was getting into, she would
certainly have found someone else. Maybe she would have turned herself in. She might
have been able to convince the police that it was an accident, or maybe self defence.
Brenda’s last boyfriend had been an abusive prick. She had never thought that she would
allow a man to slap her around, call her a stupid cunt, demean her like he did. She had
fallen in love with a very different man. Somehow, all of her psyche had become invested
in the relationship with Tom. He had become her whole world. She tried to rationalize
her acceptance of his abuse by the fact that Tom was having a hard time. His job was
going nowhere and he never seemed to be able to get his head above water financially. And
afterwards, when she lay crying on the floor, nursing her spit lip or bemoaning the
bruises she knew would arise on her flesh the next day; he would say he was sorry. He
would smother her with kisses, hold her tight and promise that it would never, ever happen
again.
And then one day, Tom had told her that it was all over. It was in her apartment. He
had just finished fucking her, up the ass as he especially liked it. Her anus was still
burning. The purple bruise under her left eye had almost healed. And he said, “Thanks
for the fuck, pig. I’ll remember you fondly.”
Brenda stood there speechless. What could he mean?
He was putting on his clothes. She had expected him to stay the night.
“I don’t want you calling me anymore,” he told her as he buttoned his shirt. “We’re
through. I’ve found someone else.”
“Wha…?” was all Brenda could say.
“Yeah, I’m splitting. You were a great fuck, Brenda and you suck cock really good, but
Cheryl has tits out to here and is better looking than you. And she’s got money. We’re
leaving for her little vacation house down at the beach tonight. I don’t think I’ll tell
her that my cock was up your ass. It’ll be funny having her suck it, knowing where it’s
been and all.” He laughed heartily.
He had finished dressing. He turned to her, his face mean, his fists clenched. “And if
you think that you’re going to tell her about you and me, you better think again. What
you’ve seen ain’t nothing to what I’ll do to you if you fuck this up for me. I’ll knock
you into next Tuesday!”
As he was exiting the door, he turned to her again. “If you’re good, I’ll come around
once in a while and let you blow me.” His laughter echoed down the hall as he left.
Brenda was devastated. She felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor. She cried all night.
She was too ashamed to call any of her friends. She couldn’t understand how she could
have let him do this to her.
The anger started later. It rose and rose inside her. She thought of all kinds of
things she could do to him for revenge. She kept seeing his laughing, cruel face,
remembering the insults he had done to her body, her self image, her life. She thought of
all the money she had spent on him, all the abuse she had taken.
It was hard to say exactly when she had decided to do it. She had bought a gun a few
years ago from a friend, a .38. She had never registered it. It was when she was living
down near the rough part of town and she had been scared for her life. Her living
circumstances had improved since then, but she never had gotten rid of it.
She spent hours caressing it, holding it in her lap, envisioning Tom’s surprised look
when he saw it in her hand.
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