A Pretty Offering

I made sure to ride by at the same time the next four days in a row. I had become emboldened with my sexuality. My sense of shame had been suppressed. In its place was the desire to be seen as sexually available. I craved for him to notice my body. Each night at home, I wondered if he was touching himself thinking about us fucking like I was doing quietly under the covers. I had gone from a darting glance to lifting my tank top up to wipe my face while silently rolling by. I made sure to sit straight up so he could see my toned stomach. My top would go just high enough that he might catch a glimpse of my little, perky tits. Each time I passed, it was obvious. He stopped what he was doing and fixed his eyes upon on me--always giving me a smile.

The morning of the fifth day I decided to take advantage of the jankiness which made my bike unique (aka cheap as hell). If you slightly kicked the front sprocket while upshifting, even ever so slightly, the chain would slip right off the teeth. At that point, you just had to stop and put the chain back on if you wanted to get to where you were going. So, that was going to be my plan. I’d ride by like normal and cause my chain to “somehow” dislodge thus stranding me there in front of him. From that point onward, I didn’t really have a plan. From all the porn my friend Tina and I watched, I figured things would just sort of “happen.” Hell, I hadn’t even made out with a guy by this point in my life, so I sure as heck didn’t know what to say in any non-porno sense when it came to inviting sexual advances. My over-controlling parents kept me sexually sheltered which only made my hormones rage even harder. I wanted this guy, but at the same time, didn’t really know what the fuck I was doing or if what I was doing would work!

So, with my tight, black riding shorts and white, tank top on, I pulled my hair into its familiar ponytail and set off for my ride. It was four o’clock, and I made my routine right onto the new street. “What if he isn’t even here today? What if he’s never going to be at this site again?” I grew agitated with myself that I might have missed some sort of theoretical encounter. My heart was racing even quicker than normal as I scanned the yard down the road. There he was! The other workers were late in leaving though. I stayed back--waiting until the last drove off before making my approach. As planned, I “accidentally” bumped the sprocket with my foot and the chain immediately began to drag against the asphalt.

“Dammit!” I exclaimed loud enough for him to hear. I stopped conveniently in front of the house and hopped off. With my back to him, I squatted down and pretended to mess with the chain; hoping to hear his footsteps in the dirt coming towards me.

“Bike problems?” a surprisingly soft voice uttered behind me. I hadn’t pictured a man of his physique having such a pleasant, gentle voice. Part of me wasn’t really sure if perhaps there wasn’t another guy behind me that hadn’t left the jobsite yet.

“Cheap sprocket on a cheap bike,” I bemoaned. “Everything on this heap is loose--even the seat.”

“Well...probably not everything I bet,” he mused. It took me a moment to get what he was saying, but my face went immediately red as I stood up and looked at him. “I’m sorry. That was pretty gross of me. Thomas,” he said holding out his large, dirty hand. “Oops again. I’m all sweaty and filthy.”

“Emily. And, you’re not wrong...about being tight...not about you being filthy. You’re pretty dirty,” I smiled stepping aside. He got down on knees and effortless slipped the chain back over the teeth of the gear. “Wow. You made quick work of that.” I felt dirty and emboldened in the moment. “You must be an expert when it come to getting things done with those hands.”

His head turned back, and our eyes met once again. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

I had made sure to empty my water bottle long before I rolled up in distressed. Leaning over his shoulder, I brushed my tiny tits against the side of his face. “Ooops! Sorry about that.” I grabbed my bottle from the holder bolted to the frame. Placing it to my lips, I feigned disappointment. “Ugh, I’m completely out, and it feel like a hundred degrees out here.”

“102 actually,” he quipped while standing up. “Come on. I think I still have water in the cooler i the back yard--maybe even with some ice if you’re lucky.” He led the way around behind the partially finished garage. Sure enough there was a 5-gallon, orange Igloo water jug. He pulled off the lid, “You’re in luck. Quite a bit of ice still left.”

I unscrewed the cap of my bottle and plunged it into the ice cold water. Full of ice and cold water, I immediately tilted my head back and dumped it over my face. My white tank top was instantly soaked making it nearly transparent as it clung to my chest. My soft, pink nipples became rock hard and blatantly poked against the fabric. “Oh my god that felt so good,” I exclaimed rubbing the water off my face with both hands. Standing there with my breasts visible to Thomas, I began to freak out what would happen next. What would he do? Was I being too forward?

Apparently I hadn’t been overly aggressive. Thomas pushed me back several steps against the garage and began kissing me deeply. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I couldn’t believe that my first, real kiss was taking place behind a house under construction by a guy working there. He pulled my hands over my head and overlapped my arms at the wrists. Thomas kept a firm grip on them like that while he began kissing and biting my neck.

“No marks,” I moaned.

“Huh?” he panted was running his tongue up my neck to my lips.

“No visible marks. I still have to go home.”

Kissing immediately ceased and he recoiled letting go of my wrists. “Wait…how old are you?”

I smiled, “Don’t worry, Tommy. I’m legal by 24 hours.” I crossed my arms and pulled my tank top off while tossing it on the table next to us.

“Planned this out then did you?” he said grabbing my wet breasts with his filthy hands. I looked down and he roughly squeezed them. They were already filthy with his grime. I felt so wicked having him “mark” my body by manhandling me.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I retorted. He was eager to comply. With his tongue deep in my mouth and my nipples painfully being tortured by his fingertips, my pussy ached with wanton abandon.

“My bike!” I said in a panic. “What if someone sees it out front and comes looking.

“So, go get it and bring it back here.” I reached for my top. “No. No top.”

“But,” I started to protest.

“You’d better be quick,” he smiled devilishly.

I peeked around the edge of the garage--not a single car or person on foot. As if lit on fire, I bolted topless to the street and grabbed my bike. The thrill of being partially nude in a public space was strangely intoxicating. Normally, I didn’t even like the blinds open even if I was fully dressed. But this, this was invigorating and exciting. It stirred powerful, primal feelings.

In an instant I was back around the garage. “I bet that was the fastest you’ve ever moved,” he said with a light laugh.

“It was,” I panted slightly. “But it felt amazing.”

“There is some potential naughtiness in you then,” he grinned. He turned me around and physically placed the palms of my hands flat against the garage. Pulling my hips back so that I was at a slight angle with the structure, I felt his fingers slide under the waistband of my shorts.

“Oh god,” I softly moaned. He quickly worked the shorts down my thighs until I felt them fall and rest on my ankles.

“Step...step,” he instructed as I lifted each foot free of the material. Now bent over only wearing tennis shoes and pink socks, he grasped my ass with each hand. I moaned as his strong fingers dug into my round meat. He massaged each buttock and worked them like was kneading dough for two loaves of bread. Then, without warning, I felt him pull my ass apart and he pressed his tongue against my tiny, pink hole. My entire body trembled from the sensation of Thomas eating my ass. I inadvertently lurched forward a couple of steps. He was quick to grab my hips and pull my ass back onto his tongue. “Don’t move, Emily.”

After seeing innumerable pictures and clips of other girls getting their asses eaten out, I still had no idea that it could feel so completely, amazing. I just assumed the girls were faking it to get a paycheck. I certainly never thought anyone would do it to me let alone that I would losing my mind over this man’s tongue working its way inside my bottom.

Lost in the waves of pleasure of his tongue dancing on my most private of holes, I barely noticed he had suddenly stopped licking me. I felt something hard pressing against my asshole. “Wha-what is that?” I hesitantly asked.

“Just a little tool,” he replied. Immediately I felt the unknown tool applying firm pressure to my hole. “Just relax,” he urged. “Take it up that pretty little ass of yours like a good girl.”

“Unnnfff,” I grunted--my hole willfully fighting the intruder.

“I said don’t fight it,” he said with a firm voice and hard smack on my left ass cheek. The sound of his palm striking my skin echoed slightly in the hot, summer air. He was clearly pressing harder in an attempt to violate the sanctity of my asshole.

“Fuuuuuck...ooohhh god,” I moaned while clenching my fists against the garage. My ass had lost the fight, and instantly felt something hard sliding up inside me. I felt clammy and nauseous as the unknown object probed deeper and deeper. It was weird and felt completely unnatural. I wondered what it must have looked like--some skinny, wannabe slut being anally violated up against a partially finished garage. The more I picture what he was doing, the more turned on I became and the “sick” feeling I had became one of pure, sexual hunger.

It wasn’t long before we turned off a little two lane country road into a long, winding, gravel driveway. Through a grove of old, thick trees we emerged into a large, circular clearing. There was a lone, metal barn-like structure that had a single, yellow-tinted light illuminating the entire clearing. There were 8 or 9 vehicles parked every which way in front of the building. Seeing so many cars, my nerves kicked into overdrive. “I’m nervous,” I blurted out. “There’s so many strangers here.”

“Something you said you’ve always wanted. Besides, they’re more like devoted fans of your instead of disconnected strangers. They are here to see you and participate in your fantasy.

“Mmmhh,” that stirred my loins and was the thing I needed to hear to move on. “Let the fun begin,” I chirped crawling out of the truck. He led me around the back of the building and in the backdoor to a tiny holding room. 

“Take out those rags. If you’re still bleeding now, it’ll only add to everyone enjoyment.” I smiled at that thought as I slowly pulled each one out and tossed it into the bucket he provided. “We’ll burn these later.” 

“God why am I so turned on right now.”

“It’s the anticipation of what’s to come--of your life’s purpose coming to fruition. It’s sharing this moment with people that will take an enormous amounts of pleasure in watching you meet that end. Ready?” he asked with his hand on a doorknob.

I nodded and we walked onto a little stage in the main part of the building. It was a huge open area. The little stage where we were at had a curtain around it that also went to the sides of the entire room. As he led me to the center, I remarked, “I don’t hear anyone.”

“They’re in a waiting room. I prefer to get the girls situated before letting in the audience.”

He left me standing there with half a dozen spotlights shining down on me. He quickly returned with a large plastic bin and dragging a garden hose. He noticed my puzzled look and interjected, “No questions from this point forward. You may speak when spoken to, and you may also scream or cry as it would be unrealistic to expect you not to do both at some point. Besides, I think we all prefer a good screamer. After earlier tonight, I think you might be the best. I’m actually looking forward to coaxing those screams out of your lungs. On your knees with your hands behind your head and fingers interlocked.”

As I moved into position he turned on several mounted flat screens that were apparently connected to two different cameras. One was behind me and the other captured me from the front in clear HD detail. I had two screens next to each other directly in front of me at the edge of the stage near the floor. It was eerie staring at myself front and back and the same time. “I thought you especially would like to see everything happening to herself. It means more to you so I took the time to rig these up just for your viewing pleasure. Everyone else gets the ones behind you up on the walls to look at for closeups of the action.” My clit began to throb as I knelt there motionless.

He darted through the opening of the curtain, and within moments I could hear the sounds of shuffling feet and disembodied voices talking all at once. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said as if he was a ring master at the circus. Which, considering the circumstances he was. “Some of you have seen her last night via her Skype show. Others of you got to see her tonight via my iPhone and Skype pleasuring herself to the rusted mile marker not far from here.” Applause erupted, and I felt completely embarrassed. I didn’t for a minute suspect he was broadcasting my depravity for others. I could tell I was blushing, and it wasn’t from the heat of the spotlight bathing me in white light.

“Without further delay, our enjoyment for tonight, Miss Emily.” Applause and cheering echoed in the open space as the curtain opened to reveal me on my knees in front of a crowd of naked men and women sitting in chairs. “Awww she’s blushing! Isn’t she just so sweet and delicious? Who would have ever guess this pretty, young thing had such sick and monstrous fantasies?! Aren’t we all lucky she followed through on her promise to give herself to the unknown tonight. Although, to be fair, she did confess something to me in the ride here. What was that exactly, Emily?” he asked walking behind me and putting his hand on my shoulders again.

I smiled at the intense crowd as their gazes devoured me. “I’m here to die tonight.” Applause erupted again.

“On your hands and knees like last night,” he instructed. As I moved into position, I saw him grab the garden hose in the right monitor in front of me. He came up behind me and kicked my legs further apart and knelt down. In the left monitor that was zooming in on my ass, I saw and then felt him push the hose into my ass. He began snaking inch after inch deep into my bowels. I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure at the novel sensation teasing me. I only briefly realized that someone was actually remotely operating the cameras. I wondered where he was and if it was all clinical or he was enjoying seeing me tucked away behind some screen and controls.

I felt the cold water begin to fill my bowels. I began to cramp and moan in discomfort while looking out into the crowd wondering if this was erotic for them--seeing me get this improvised enema. Several men were already hard and listlessly stroking their cocks. A few couples were kissing while watching my performance on stage. My belly was becoming distended, and I felt like I was going to explode but the water kept coming. The discomfort was relentless.

“Unnnnggggh god,” I grunted while pounding my hands on the wooden stage.But the water kept coming.

After we reached a point where I thought I’d drown from the inside out or simply tear open from the pressure, he turned off the water and removed the hose; quickly inserting an inflatable plug that he pumped up to max diameter. One bulb inside my ass and another outside sealed me up tight as a drum. I could release all this pressure if I wanted to. 

My eyes focused on a gentleman seated directly in front of me with the fattest cock I have ever seen. It’d was absurdly thick, and I was fascinated with how his hand barely wrapped around it while he stroked himself. “Do you want this?” he suddenly asked. I was caught off-guard for a brief second.

“Yes,” I moaned while opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out.

He walked to the edge of the stage, and with my distended belly sloshing full of water, I crawled to him. “You’re going to have to open wider than that, sweetie,” pressing his massive dick to my lips. He was right. It was far bigger than my little mouth could handle, and I panicked not knowing what to do.

“You tease me with that pretty mouth and have me come over here only to tell me that you can’t swallow my dick?”

“It’s so big...too big for my mouth,” I whimpered as my bowels gurgled and twitched violently. 

“Oh. Is that all? I can fix that.” He shoved both hands into my mouth and began to pull in opposite directions. I could feel my jaw tearing and cracking. I screamed and drooled like a maimed animal and he applied more pressure. Finally, my jaw lost the fight. He had dislocated it. My screams became a horrific mating of scream, gurgle and moan. “See? All better!” Everyone cheered and clapped as he forced his gigantic meat into my broken mouth and began fucking my throat while I cried and gurgled. “God, I’ve always wanted to break a bitches jaw every time she said she wanted to suck my cock but then complained  she couldn’t.” It was exciting enough that he didn’t have to violate my throat for long before he emptied his balls into my stomach. 

With my face throbbing and jaw hanging losely, I was dying to expel the enema. The pressure was excruciating. “Squat over the bin, Emily.” I worked my way to my feet and waddled over the dark blue plastic bin. As I squatted, an believable feeling of having to shit overcame me. I started moaning and crying as the over-inflated plug kept the pressure building and building within my ass. “Unnnnnnnngggggggggh,” I gargled helplessly. I l looked on in the monitor that had a camera focused on my plug. My asshole began to throb and undulate. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I thought I was going to die from the pain and pressure. Before he could even reach down to release the air from the plug, my bowels erupted. I screamed in horror as the massive bulb side me forced itself out through my hole. What felt like gallons of water and waste shot out of me like a rocket into the bin. When it was all said and done, I looked at my bloody hole that had been torn by the force of the escaping plug. Now that hole ruined too. Everyone stood and clapped wildly as I sobbed.

As I stayed there squatting and dripping into the bin, he moved to center stage and removed two small round plugs of wood in the flooring--one in front of the other. Another person brought in a crystal clear, plastic chair that had two large holes cut out of the seat. “Up and in the chair, Emily.”

I hobbled over to the chair and plopped down onto the seat facing the crowd. The monitors were different now. One showed a view of my ass through the bottom of the seat while the other showed my much maligned pussy. Both men quickly tied my arms behind the seat and my legs and ankles to the outsides of the front chair legs. 

“Are we ready, folks?” Everyone excitedly cheered.

I could see from one monitor a metal rod coming out of the back hole. It slowly rose from below the stage. It looked to be stainless steel, as thick as a large dildo and had a porous, bulbous part at the tip that extended down 4 inches before tapering into a normal rod only an inch wide. Halfway to the bottom of the seat, it stopped moving.

“Now, sweet Emily here gave me the idea for this little invention in one of our conversations stating that it would be ‘soooo hot’ but ‘probably impossible to make.’ Well, a couple of long nights in the workshop, and I figured out!” Everyone clapped. I started moaning when I realized what he had done.

“Take a look, sweetheart,” he said pointing to the monitor. As soon as I looked, hundreds of sharp spike shot out of the holes. “And that’s not even the best part! I hope you approve of the little improvement I added.” With that, the pole began to spin rapidly making that familiar, high-pitched whirring sound. 

“But that’s not all either!” he boasted. From the other hole in the floor a long blade at the end of another metal rod appeared. It crept slowly towards my pussy. “This one has a different treat for you,” he said with a sadistic smile. The rod began to rapidly moved back and forth like a reciprocating saw blade. 

Before I even realized it, the anal rod had already began to push it self into my ass without the blades deployed. It happened so quickly. One minute I’m looking the blade that will soon be fucking it’s way into my womb, when I felt the cold, hard steel bulb stretching me open. The anticipation was overwhelming. When was it going to happen?

My eyes stared at a monitor filled with a closeup of my asshole in absolute terror and sick, sexual fascination. I could tell my pussy was incredibly wet. When! When? God dammit! When?!! 

As the last of the bulbous tip pushed its was past my sphincter, the rod stopped. “Ohhh god,” I moaned with my broken jaw. For a split second the room was deadly silent. Then I felt hundred of spikes being simultaneously deployed into my intestines while the rod spun to life. I screamed while the spike chewed through my insides. My delicate tissue could offer no resistance to the relentless onslaught of the rod pushing up deeper inside of me. I watched the monitor as blood began to pour out my once tight bottom. 

The pain quickly stopped though. The rod continued to move upwards millimeter by millimeter. It continued to spin and purée my bowels. It was just now, it had gone beyond a point of nerves. Sure there was discomfort and the dull, muffled sounds of the creation shredding me to pieces, but there was also a sense of depraved pride as I looked out into the audience that were there to watch me. People were either masturbating or fucking but all had their eyes on me. 

I glanced at the other monitor just in time to see the blade flying forward through the hole in the seat and into my pussy. I saw it rapidly disappearing deep into my slit and coming out bloody several times before my brain even processed the feeling of being fucked to death by the blade. I felt it hit my cervix before finally breaking through to my womb. As everything was starting to get dim and fuzzy, I was happy that I was completely ruined.

“Well I did have a plan for you, but perhaps it’s too forward for a first meeting.”

“Mmmhh...a plan for little old me? Care to share some of it to whet my appetite?”

“I doubt you need your appetite whetted, sweetheart. I think it better for you to experience it in real time to make your reactions...genuine for everyone present.”

My heart skipped a beat behind my soft, perky breast. “Everyone present?! More than you?”

“I suppose everyone connotes more than just you and I. That’s all I’ll reveal. You will have to commit to it without any further details.”

“When would this happen if I were to agree?”

“Friday night...tomorrow. 8pm? Think you can slip out unnoticed?”

It was less that 24 hours away. I didn’t think it be so soon. I suppose this is my own doing. I always told him that I knew if it were to ever happen, I didn’t want time to elapse so I had the possibility of getting cold feet. “I’ll tell my parents I’ve having a study-sleep over at a friend’s house. Finals are in a week so they’ll never even question me. Just one of the advantages of being a trustworthy, good girl that has always been and done what she was supposed to do haha.”

“You said, ‘I’ll tell my parents.’ Does that mean your game for my plan?”

I took a long deep breath and swallowed the lump in my throat. With trembling fingers I typed, “I am game. Where do I meet you?”

“Mmmhh wonderful. My cock is already hard thinking about what will happen. Is that cunt of yours wet with anticipation of the unknown now that you’ve said yes?”

“Very. Although I am trembling like crazy. It’s hard to type. I doubt I am sleeping any tonight!” 

“Perfectly understandable to be scared. I would be too if I was in your place <evil grin>!” That made me even more terrified and yet inexplicably more aroused. I suppose I wanted to experience the unknown. My mind raced with all the possible scenarios that might transpire in less than a day. What possibly inhumane things might be inflicted upon me? 

“Are they asleep?”

“I think so.”

“Show me,” he responded. I knew what that meant. I launched Skype and waited for the call. It came almost immediately. He never used a cam, I was always greeted by my own cam’s feed; only this time, I noticed I was in a group video call. 

“Oh,” I whispered into the headset mic. “It’s more than just you.” Were these the same people that would be present Friday night? The thought sent shivers down my spine. I composed myself and stood up from my chair slipped off my headset. While staring into the camera for my mystery audience, I slowly undressed until I stood there completely naked. Without direction, I angled the camera down toward the floor and go down on my knees in the middle of the small room. I turned my back to the came and went down on all fours. With my head turned to check my position in the camera feed, I pushed back towards my feet so my ass spread open. I slipped one hand down between my legs and spread my smooth pussy open to reveal my wet pinkness. I remained like this for a minute or so before getting up and returning to my chair and donning my headset again. 

“Beautiful.” “Fantastic.” “Perfection.” “So tight and sweet.” I read the words as they flooded the chat panel. I could feel myself  blushing as the praise flooded in. “Thanks everyone,” I smiled and awkwardly giggled. It felt so weird thanking a room full of strangers ogling my naked body--especially when I didn’t know what they wanted to do or see to happen to me. 

He closed the call and sent another message on Tumblr. “You clearly impressed everyone. You don’t disappoint. I am certainly proud that you made me look good. i talked you up a great deal. After reading all of our chats, they were anxious to see you.”

“OMG you shared all of our chats!” I was immediately mortified.

“Of course. We all share similar interests. We’re in a local club I guess you could say.”

“Am I the first girl?”

“No, but you are the first for my plan. You are a pioneer. No other girl has done what I have planned for you.”

“I’m oddly turned on by that.”

“Of course you are. Who doesn’t want to be special in any way possible. Now I have some serious tasks for you to do. You must do them exactly as I say. Is that understood?”

“I understand.” 

“You have a blank DVD or CD?”

I dug around a bit and confirmed that I had one. He proceeded to give detailed directions on how to download and boot to a DBAN disc so I could completely and securely wipe my laptop. As I burned the ISO file, he had me memorize the exact location to meet him. I was to have nothing written down by hand. I even had to leave my cell phone “accidentally” at home under my pillow. Once everything was explained and agreed upon, I reaffirmed my desire with a “I promise to meet you tomorrow night at 8pm at the location.” With a “good girl,” I rebooted my laptop to the CD and began wiping my virtual existence off the hard drive at the most stringent setting. I would run all night as I tried to fall asleep. It was done by the time I returned from school the following afternoon.

“Where are you going, honey?” mom asked at 6:30pm after dinner. “You barely touched your food.”

“I have to go to Emma’s house. We have that sleep over and finals study group with a few of the other girls. I told you a couple of weeks ago.”

“You did?” she asked.

“Yes. Twice in fact. Once after Dad and you got home from that play last week!” 

“Oh yeah! I think I remember that,” Dad said. Since it never happened he couldn’t have remembered, but he sure wasn’t going to let himself look like he was the forgetful parent. 

“Okay, that’s fine, Mom replied. “It’s good your getting prepared for finals a little early! But, how come you didn’t eat? Do you feel sick? Maybe you should stay home?” she said putting  her hand on my forehead.

“I’m fine. Geez. I think her parents are ordering us pizza anyway. I can always eat that if I get hungry.” In truth I was nervous about everything, from getting out of the house to the evening’s events, that if I ate even one morsel of food, I was sure I’d vomit everywhere. 

It was close to 7pm, and I had a solid hour drive ahead of me to reach the rendezvous point. Thankfully, I had already packed my “sleep over” bag the night before while I couldn’t sleep. I grabbed the bag from my closet, slid my phone under my pillow and pulled the CD from my laptop tucking it into my overnight bag.

“You got everything, sweetie?” Dad asked as I opened the front door.

“Yup. Jammies, toothbrush, paste and clothes for tomorrow,” I replied patting the side of my bag. “You two don’t do anything I’d do. I expect the house to be cleaned up when I get back tomorrow night,” I joked.

“Ha ha!” Dad laughed. “Don’t spend all night studying. Have some fun but no booze, young lady!”

I opened the car door and tossed my bag in the passenger seat, “You know I am a cocaine girl, Dad! I’ll be good,” I said and blew them both a kiss. As I turned the corner and lost sight of the house, reality of what I had agreed to had begun to settle in; well as much as it could when I wasn’t even sure what I had agreed to. It was anxious enough that I felt clammy and faint. I rolled the driver’s window down, and the cool November air filled the car and bathed my skin in its brisk bite. 

“I can’t believe I am doing this,” as I thundered down the highway. I felt like I couldn’t turn back now. I nuked my laptop. I wouldn’t have a good excuse for backing out of the fake sleep over. Going forward with my promise was what was most important and, while making me freaked out, still felt like what I should be doing.

I made my last turn onto the dirt road clearly marked “CLOSED - ABANDONED.” As he promised, the chain blocking the path between two concrete posts was down. Only the slight rusted sign was there to deter trespassers. “Or victims,” I mumbled to myself as my hands began to shake. The moon was full and bright in the cloudless sky. I always hated that it got dark at 4:30pm this time of year. Now, I was grateful to be one with the night--my secret hidden from the truth seeking light of the day. 

I came to the dirt and grass path where I was supposed to pull off and park my car in the thick brush of woods. Even with no leaves on the trees, my car seemed to disappear as the twigs and branches snapped under the tires. Once I was sufficiently in, I removed all my clothes; placed them in my bag and tossed it into the trunk. I grasped my keys tightly in my right hand. As instructed, with a deep reaffirming breath, I closed my eyes and threw them as hard as possible into the dark woods. I could hear the faint rustle of leaves as they came to rest far away from me. I opened my eyes and walked naked and terrified toward the edge of the dirt road.

I stood there trembling, not due to the 45-degree November air but out of fear and disbelief I was doing this. As I stood next to an old, broken and rusty mile marker, I wondered if this was all a cruel joke. I had locked myself out of my car, naked in the cold in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where my keys were. I was probably fucked if he showed up, but I realized I was even more fucked if he didn’t show. 

That’s when I thought I heard a truck in the distance.”Oh god what if that isn’t him?” I was told to stand exactly here until he showed, but what if it wasn’t him. How the hell would I explain this to anyone else? “Get a grip. Who else would be out here in the middle of fucking nowhere on an abandoned road. It’s him. This is happening, bitch.” Goosebumps sprang forth on my arms and breasts. 

I could see the headlights turn and come down the road towards me. I put my hands behind me back and spread my feel shoulder-width apart and got down on my knees on the side of the dirt road facing the oncoming light. The roar of the diesel pickup seemed deafening as it crested the hill. The HID headlamps  blasted their bright light on my cold, submissive flesh. The tilted my head slightly away unable to  see anything clearly except the blackness of windows and paint. 

I heard a door open and feet thud onto the ground as the engine shut off--the lights still on. “I didn’t think you’d actually show, meat.” 

My pussy throbbed at being called meat. “I promised didn’t I?”

“Indeed you did, girl.” He stayed hidden behind the blinding like of his headlights. “Stand up,” he instructed while turning on a spotlight mounted onto his side mirror. He shined it directly onto me. “Stand over that mile marker behind you,”

I turned around and took a few steps toward it. It was a typical U-shaped metal marker that had lost it’s green, reflective sign with white numbers. All that remained was a rusty, waist high sign with peeling green paint.” I turned around facing him and raised up onto my tip toes. I slowly backed over the marker--feeling it’s rough edged scraping again my tender, white thighs. I wondered if bits of rust or paint were now on my skin like some sort of perverted glitter, but I didn’t dare look down.

“Good. Good, girl. I am still so surprised you went through with your promise. This makes tonight all the more special. Finally a girl that wants tonight as much as we do. You followed all the instructions?”

“Completely. My laptop is toast. My phone is at home. My clothes are in the locked car’s trunk. My keys are somewhere in the woods. I’ve done it all as instructed. I am ready,” I said with false confidence. I wasn’t really sure I was ready for anything about to happen.

“Let’s have a demonstration of commitment shall we?”

“Anything you wish,” I replied. I could feel the heat of the engine and lights on me. It actually served to keep me somewhat calm. At least, it kept me going into hysterics. 

“I was you to lower your cunt onto that marker.” I reached down and spread my hairless lips apart and began to lower myself down off my tip toes. The odd shape and roughness of the post was felt immediately as the edges touched the inside edges of my labia. This was certainly wider than any flashlight or cucumber I had used in the past to pleasure myself with. I waddled my feet further apart in an attempt to make myself more accommodating to my new inflexible lover. “Good. Very good. Now lower your body on it until your feet are flat on the ground.”

My feet were barely off their toes and the post was already digging into my tender insides. I wasn’t sure how I could even go all the way down onto my heels! “Awww it’s scared?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “It already hurts. It feels like the sharp edges are cutting into my insides.”

“That’s the plan, little girl. That’s why I cut that top off and sharped the points last night. You inspired me.”

Fuck me if that didn’t turn me on. He knew how to manipulate me with effortless suave. “Do you want me to help you since this is so new and scary?” he coyly offered.

“Yes, please help me. I’m so sorry. I’m just a little more scared that I thought I’d be. I didn’t know what to expect. I’m so sorry,” my words raced together like a pathetic, frightened idiot.

“Shhhh. It’s fine. You come so far on your own. I’m sure it’s overwhelming having a dream come true finally.” I closed my eyes as he uttered those words--my feet stuck halfway down to the ground. I heard his footsteps getting close and then his hands pulling my hair back off my shoulders. 

“What dream do you mean?” I whispered. My chest heaving as I fought to keep from hyperventilating. 

He hands came down on my bare shoulders. Large and strong his fingers grasped my soft skin. I felt his breath against against my left ear. “To ruin you,” he whispered back. It was like lightning had struck me. He pushed down on my shoulders driving the post deeper into my cunt as my heels struck the ground. I screamed a blood-curdling shriek into the moonlight-filled night sky. The rusty marker had tore it’s way into my pussy. Now several inches of it were violating me causing unrelenting pain.

“Mmmhh you can scream. No one will hear you out here. I had hoped you’d scream if we’re being honest. But this scream is beyond my wildest imagination. I am so incredibly hard right now, little Emily.” I could only keep  screaming as the pain and mental image of this rusty post tearing into my soft, pink pussy meat filled my entire being with fear. “I feel like it could go deeper. Don’t you?” he said while squeezing my small breasts from behind me--taking time to roll and pinch each hard nipple.”

“Yes,” I sobbed knowing that deep down I wanted it to go deeper. A demented, sick part of my being craved for it to go deeper. “Would,” I blubbered with tears and snot rolling down my face, “would you like for me to force it deeper into my pussy.”

“With no help?” he asked almost shocked.

“I...I think I can do it to myself. I’ll even fuck it if you wish.”

“Emily, I would love to watch you fuck yourself blood out here on this dirt road.” His shadowy presence returned to his spotlight which he tilted down to focus on my stuffed and stretched slit. “When you’re ready.”

I gritted my teeth and forced my hips straight down with all my weight. My mouth erupted into howling screams of pain as I stared into the spotlight. I could feel the sharp post shredding my cunt as I began to slide up and down on the rusty, improvised fuck toy. I never stopped screaming as I moved slowly up and down staring into the light imagining him stroking his cock at my misery. The pain began to mix with a blossoming sense of eroticism. Without realizing it one hand was rubbing my breasts while the other greedily rubbed my clit. I swore I could feel the rust and paint flaking off inside what must have been a bloody mess, but I couldn’t look down. 

“My my! Are you going to cum?”

My screams had transitioned to moans of miserable pleasure. My cunt was on fire but after several minutes of humping this false cock, my once tight pussy felt loose and unbelievably slick. When I realized that the slickness was from my bloody mess of a ruined cunt, my entire body shook from orgasm. My hands dropped to my side, and I stood there semi-squatting like some fucked up depraved beast partially impaled on a rusty mile maker out in the middle of nowhere all by my own accord. 

“Fucking hell I just came from watching you get off on that, you completely fucked up, hot bitch. Now, stand up and get off that post and look at the mess you’ve created.” With surprisingly little effort or discomfort, I, for lack of a better word, slid off the post. With his spotlight illuminating it, I looked at the bloody mess that coated it’s rough, unforgiving surface. Strings of my tender meat clung to the top and sides. Blood trickled down my thighs. I looked at the mess I had created there on that abandoned road. 

I looked up towards the spotlight with a huge smile. “What’s next?”

“This is it. You can do this, bitch,” I whispered as I got out of my car and walked towards him--the clicking of my heels striking the concrete echoing throughout the structure.

“Wow,” he said. “You must be…”

“Mistress,” I quickly interjected in a stern tone. He leaned in to kiss my cheek. I stepped back quickly. “Just what do you think you are doing?”

“I was just going to give you a little kiss hello,” he replied with a tiny bit of trepidation.

“That must be earned. You my kiss my shoes if you wish to kiss something.”

“Here?”

“Where else if not right here?” I said flippantly wondering if perhaps I was already pushing this too far. I saw his erection grow in his pants before he began to kneel down in front of me. Perhaps this would be fun after all. “No, no, my little bitch. The bottom of my shoe. You must earn your way up. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he responded leaning over as I lifted my right foot.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mmmh that’s a good bitch. Nothing makes me more pleased than a well behaved toy. Are you going to be a well behaved bitch tonight?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I guess we’ll see won’t we? You may stand up and take me to your office. Show me where It works.”

We passed by several cleaning people who seemed unphased that we were there together. Perhaps this was a common occurrence for them to see. I wondered if they were aware of my role in the duo. Did they know that J was a submissive little bitch? Or, did they assume he was taking me there to fuck me in his office? In either case, it was an exciting proposition that only fueled the lust stirring in my loins.

After taking the elevator to the 12th floor and navigating a small labyrinth of corridors, we arrived at his corner office. “Look at you,” I said tauntingly while walking in. “A nice corner office for the big CEO. It looks like you keep those blinds closed so you don’t have to look at the disgusting  drones out there slaving away.”

“Just a mid-level manager, Mistress. I closed them for privacy tonight.”

“Oh,” I acted surprised. “Ashamed of your Mistress. I see how it is. How disappointing.” I walked around inspecting his office. It was quite large being a corner office. It came complete with a small refrigerator, wet bar, brown leather loveseat and expansive wooden desk with two client chairs.

“More ashamed of myself, Mistress,” he said as I walked around his office--taking the time to pour myself a glass of whiskey. I took a slow sip.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, pet. Some people feel the need to serve while others instruct them on how to serve properly. You can’t have one without the other don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I stood staring out of the window behind his desk at all the other high-rise buildings in view. It was actually quite striking realizing what we were doing, and perhaps some other couple was doing the same thing in one of these other buildings.

I turned around and leaned over his desk. With my head starting to feel a slight buzz from my liquid courage, I slid my skirt up over my hips. “Come here my pet. It’s time for you to serve your Mistress.” He quickly walked over while I place my elbows on the desk and spread my legs. “I want you to lick me where you think would make me happiest. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I tilted my head to see behind me as he got down on his knees. I felt his hands grasp my outer thighs.”

“I did NOT say you could touch me yet. I said to lick me. That was your final free pass. You fuck up again and there will be consequences.”

“Yes, Mistress. I am very sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Hands behind your back just so you aren’t tempted to touch me or that worthless cock of yours. Your pleasure is derived from pleasing me.” I heard his hands rustling followed by his tongue appropriately licking my asshole. Like an obedient, hungry slave he greedily pressed his face between my cheeks and pressed the tip of his tongue against my tiny hole. With wonderful enthusiasm he began to lap, lick and tongue-fuck me. My legs quivered, and I felt my cunt begin to ache.

“Mmmhh it’s not as stupid as its mistakes made it out to be. You licked exactly right. Although I must admit, I was secretly hoping to punish you. Do you like you the way your Mistress’ asshole tastes? Is it the best you’ve ever tasted,” I moaned while pressing my hips back against his face.

“I love the way your ass tastes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me lick you.”

“Aww such a sweet pet,” I said reaching back to pet him like a dog as his tongue probed inside me. I noticed a picture frame on the corner of his desk. I grabbed it and examined it more closely. It was clearly him, his wife I assumed and his daughter from some beach vacation.

“Is this your ex-wife and daughter?”

“WIfe and daughter, Mistress.”

“Such a bad boy. How did you produce such a yummy daughter? Does she take after daddy? Is she a submissive little plaything? I would have such a wonderful time with her and that body. I love breaking in fresh meat like her.”

He pulled his face from my ass and gasped for air. “That I would love to see, Mistress.”

I turned around. “You want to watch me completely corrupt your daughter and use her like a worthless sex toy?”

“I would, Mistress.”

I took my right foot and pressed it firmly against his erection. “Have you gotten hard looking at your daughter’s body?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said lowering his head.

“And have you cum thinking about your daughter being fucked?”

He nodded.

“Say it out loud.”

“Yes, I have, Mistress.”

“Have you ever jerked off imagining what it’d be like to fuck her and cum inside that tight, little body?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you have,” I said rubbing his dick through his pants with my shoe. “How old is she?”

“She’s a senior. She turns 18 in a few weeks, Mistress.”

“Mmmhhh. How lovely would it be if she found out about daddy’s desires and how daddy is also a submissive little bitch! I could even train her to be your Mistress as well. It would be so erotic to have your own daughter controlling you. We could even work together using you for our enjoyment.” He squirmed down on his knees clearly enjoying my fantasy scenario.

“Maybe I should take a picture of you eating my asshole with your phone? We could send it to her to show her what a filthy daddy she has.”

“I...I…” he stammered.

“I’m just kidding. For now at least,” I smiled at him. “Come closer,” I said grabbing his head and pulling him right in front of my soaking wet pussy. He started to stick his tongue out but I chastised him acting without permission. “Smell me. Don’t lick.”

He breathed in deep with his nose millimeters from my slit. “Do you like it? Do it smell young and sweet?”

“Yes, Mistress. Heavenly.”

“Mmmhhh good boy. Fuck my cunt with your nose. I want my wetness filling your nose so you smell me for the next 48 hours.” He eagerly pushed his nose between my tender lips and fuck me with great fervor. His nose became enveloped in my essence. My juices rolled down around his mouth like a freshly glazed doughnut.

“Stand up and pull that cock out. I bet it’s aching to be inside me.” I have never seen someone get up off their knees so quickly. He made quick work of his pants and boxers leaving his short, thick erection pointing at me. “We don’t have much time left do we, and I bet you really want to fuck. Is that right?”

“Please, Mistress.”

Still sitting on the edge of his desk, I grabbed his cock with my right hand and wrapped my legs his waist. I slowly rubbed this tip of dick up and down the length of my slit--teasing him with my warm treasure. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh God yes, Mistress,” he moaned.

“Yeah, I bet it does. What about this?” I asked pulling him towards me with my legs; his cock slipping into my pussy. I took his full length and left him there motionless. “Don’t move. Just enjoy my cunt all over your dick. Feel me squeezing down your shaft.” He moaned while his legs quivered against my ass and thighs.

“You may fuck me...SLOWLY. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

“I should have worn panties to stuff in your mouth,” I sighed. He followed instruction and began ever so slowly thrusting in and out of me. It was clear he was having a hard time restraining himself from simply railing away on my little pocket. It felt wonderful. “Don’t you enjoy this more? You get to savor my pussy so much more when you take your time,” I whispered into his ear. “Plus, you going to be smelling me when you go home tonight. You’ll lay there in your bed still enjoying the scent of my cunt.” He moaned and grunted ever so slightly.

“Does your daughter work out somewhere?”

“At the Y in the county I think,” he panted. “Why?”

“I’m going to need you to find one when she goes and text me. I’m going to seduce her, and the next time we meet,” I whispered ever so softly into his ear, “you’re going to lick your daughter’s pussy off my big, black strapon.”

“Oohh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he moaned loudly. I pulled my ass back and quickly slid my empty whiskey glass between my legs just in time to catch a majority of his seed.

“Not this time,” I cooed. “Get me the info I want, and we’ll see about letting you orgasm like real man. That is after I’ve had my fun with MY dick. Now big a good boy and drink up. We don’t want to let any cum to go to waste,” I said with a devilish smile. He took the glass with great anxiety and put it to his lips.

“Come now. On three. One...two...three!” He cocked his head back and poured his fresh load into his mouth and quickly swallowed. I leaned in and kissed him deeply. “See, it wasn’t that bad was it, slave? I expect that information tomorrow. You do want to lick her off my strapon don’t you?”

“God, I hate to admit it but yes, Mistress.” He reached into his wallet and paid me for the hour we spent together. “I may have to see you sooner though, Mistress.”

“That can be arranged, pet,” I said pulling my skirt down. “You know how to schedule my attention.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Shall I walk you out?”