5 comments/ 163957 views/ 13 favorites Take What U Want Ch. 01 By: Dom_man76 I travel for work quite often, and since I'm not the type of guy that goes out by myself after work, I'll usually sit in my hotel room and play on the internet at night. It was about 10pm on my last night in town during one trip, and my internet searching led me to an "alternate lifestyles" personals website. After looking through the site for about 10 minutes, I was amazed at the people posting their different desires in their personals ad! After 30 minutes, I had entered my credit card information, so I could better search through them all. I guess that I had never realized it about myself, but the female ads wanting a dominate male REALLY got me hot. I read ad after ad of these women's desires, and before I realized it, I had my hard cock out of my shorts and started beating off. The dirtier and more detailed these women got, the harder my cock got! Finally, my poor cock couldn't handle the suspense, and I blew this huge load onto my t-shirt and shorts. God, that was hot! After I composed myself and cleaned up a bit, I started to formulate a plan for meeting one of these needy women, and by the time that I had returned home from my trip, I had it all together. My business trips usually took me to medium to large cities, and I usually got back to the same cities a few times per year. I could easily meet one or more woman in one of these cities and visit them a few times per year without having them in my home city. After all, it might be awkward to see one of these women in the local grocery store after I had violated them the night before!!! Over the course of the next month, I searched through the database of women seeking men to dominate them, and finally, the perfect match surfaced: Take_what_U_want. According to her profile, she was a mid-40's housewife from Atlanta (one of my business stops) that needed a little bit of excitement in her married sex life. After being married for 20+ years, sex had become a normal activity like washing the clothes and cooking dinner, and it didn't even seem as though her husband liked anything but the routine. She mentioned attempts at spicing up her sex life by purchasing lingerie and massage oils, but her husband had never explored past the usual 5-minutes of missionary style sex followed by immediately knocking off to sleep. The man had a sexual tiger sleeping in his bed, and he never know or never cared! Further down in her description, she started to talk about her secret desires that, ultimately, led her to this website. Several months before posting her ad, her husband had been out at a bachelor party for one of his younger co-workers, and they drank heavily for most of the night before heading to a strip club. She had been in bed and asleep for a few hours before her husband came home, and when he got into bed, she could tell that he was drunk and extremely horny. He started to paw at her, and half-asleep, she had dismissed his advances. Obviously, he didn't want to take no for an answer and started to roughly grope at her breasts and pull at her panties. She smacked at his hands to get him to stop, and he grabbed her wrists and twisted her arm behind her back. With his free hand, he pulled her panties down, flipped her over onto her belly, and forced his cock into her pussy. At first, she started to scream and kick at him, but the harder he fucked her, the most that she enjoyed it. By the time that he had cum, her pussy was dripping wet, and she was left wanting more!! After that night, their sex left had went back to normal, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him to play rough or deviate from their missionary style sex. I responded to her ad with a very brief e-mail that said: "I'll give you what you need. You just need to admit that you need it." Two days later, I received an e-mail back from her that said: "What do you think that I need?" I responded with: "I don't think...I know what you need. Given the chance, I'll force you to do things that will have you begging me to come back and do them to you again." From there, the game was on. She sent me a few e-mails describing herself and some pictures of herself, including one very provocative picture of her bent over the arm of a couch with her jeans pulled down just low enough to see the top of her beautiful ass. She seemed to be fairly short (5' to 5'2" range) and slim with long brunette hair and smallish tits. She was absolutely gorgeous! Why wasn't her husband giving her everything that she needed? His loss was soon to be my gain. I replied to her, not with my own description, but with more questions for her. I asked about her desires and fantasies, and she immediately fired back an e-mail: "My main fantasy is very simple: I want to be taken, completely and without mercy. When my husband forced himself on me, it was the hottest sexual experience that I've ever felt, and I want to experience that again. It got me so hot that I've actually had vivid dreams of being raped by complete strangers, and when I've woken up from the dream, my pussy is soaking wet and aching for attention. If we ever get a chance to meet, I only have a few requirements. First, you cannot give me any visible bruises, especially on my face. If there are some small ones on my arms or legs, I can explain those, but NOTHING on my face! Second, my safety word is 'zebra'. If I feel like I'm in over my head, I'll scream my safety word, and I would hope that you would respect that and stop. Finally, everything else goes. My screen name is 'Take_what_U_want', and I mean it. I'm not going to put any more restrictions on than that, so use me as you wish. I want the full experience of no control, and that's what I want you to give me. Take what you want..." Before my next business trip to Atlanta, I sent her another e-mail saying that I was going to be in town for the next few weeks, and this might be a good opportunity to meet. She e-mailed me back that she was very excited to finally get a chance to "meet" and gave me details about her house, husband's work schedule, and kids' school schedule. We agreed that any encounter should happen during the late morning after every else was either at work or school, and the likelihood of anyone coming home was slight. I only gave her the assurance that our encounter would happen during the 2nd week of my trip and sometime between 9am and noon. Other than that, she was to be kept completely in the dark. My trip was supposed to last just a week, but I requested the next week off as vacation time. My boss was kind enough to let me take the time, and although he was surprised, he even agreed to allow my return flight to be moved back another week. Now, all of my plans were set, and the time slowly drug on until I left on my trip. Once I got into Atlanta on Monday of the 1st week, I checked into my hotel and decided to take a drive out to neighborhood where my prey lived, so I could scout out the area and get a feel for the layout. It was a typical upper-middle class, suburban neighborhood with nice homes and manicured lawns. Although it was likely to be a quiet neighborhood in the middle of the day, I decided to not park anywhere close to her house and stake out the area. Instead, I parked a few streets away and played the part of a casual pedestrian, walking down the sidewalk, and I wore a light jacket and sunglasses as a pseudo-disguise as I went on my walk. The first pass by the house was just to note the orientation of the house and the location of the doors and windows relative to the neighboring houses. If I wanted to make a stealthy entrance and escape, I wouldn't want a nosy neighbor seeing me sneak in or out! On my second pass, I saw the garage door open, and out stepped my "victim"!! She appeared to be everything that she had shown in her pictures. Her e-mail had stated that she was short and slender, but it amazed me to see how tiny she actually was. It was definitely going to be fun to toss her around and have my way with her! My cock was getting hard just thinking about it, and I had to speed up my pace to avoid detection. The rest of the week just drug by, and I couldn't wait for the second week to arrive. Finally, Monday of the second week arrived, and it was time to spring my trap. I drove out to her neighborhood and did a slow drive-by of her house to stake out the area. The garage door was open, and only one car still remained. I searched my memory, and it was the same SUV that I had seen the week before. There were no other cars on the street and no other signs of people in the neighborhood. I drove around the corner from her house, parked my car, and donned my sunglasses before leaving the vehicle. Instead of walking directly to her house, I walked around the block as a final inspection before committing to the attack. After my walk, I was satisfied that all was clear, and I walked up the house and into the garage as if I owned the place. The inside door to the garage was closed, but when I got close, I could hear the sounds of a vacuum cleaner running inside. My heart started to race as I tried the doorknob, and it was unlocked and opened easily. Entering the house, I removed my sunglasses, stashed them in my jacket pocket, and put on a thin ski-mask to hide my face. After all, I needed to place the part, didn't I? The sounds of the vacuum led me to a back room in the house which seemed to be a living room, and I had a brief feeling of déjà vu before I realized that this was the room where she had taken the picture of herself half-nude and bent over the couch!! When I looked further into the room, I finally found my prey using the vacuum and with her back to me. I stopped in the doorway of the room to block the only exit and waited for her to turn to see me. After what seemed to be hours, she finished with the vacuum, turned it off, and turned to leave the room, and seeing me, she froze still as a statue. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I quickly strode the distance between us, grabbed her upper arm, and threw her little body down on the couch. She let out a little scream, but conveniently enough, we were strategically located in the back of the house, far away from anybody who could hear her! Before she could compose herself and get up off of the couch, I pinned her down by sitting on her waist, and I fiercely tore at her shirt, ripping it off of her slender torso. There was no bra underneath, so her little tits were exposed for me to enjoy. I slid down to her legs while keeping her arms pinned down by hands, and I feasted on her now-exposed breasts. I roughly sucked each nipple into my mouth, one after the other, and then gave each one a light bite. She was begging and pleading for me to stop, but she never used the safety word. The game was in on, and I wasn't going to leave before overtime was played. I had enough of this rough foreplay and decided that this little slut needed to re-play the dirty picture that she had sent me. Before removing my weight from her and allowing her to get away, I grabbed a large fistful of her long hair, got up off of her, and drug her to the arm of the couch that she had used in the picture. It was a beautiful, overstuffed leather couch with large arms that would be perfect for our little game. I shoved her over to the couch, turned her around, and bent her little frame over the arm while keeping a good, solid hold on her hair. Reaching around her, I undid the button on her jeans and pulled them down to the middle of her thighs, so she couldn't easily run away if she tried. When I did that, I caught a glimpse of that beautiful ass that she had teased me with in her photo, and it was perfectly encased in the tiniest pair of red bikini panties. By the time that I started to admire her panties, she started to sob into the arm of the couch and plead with me to stop, but again, no safety word was spoken to make me stop. Thinking back to her e-mails, I remembered a specific line: "I want to be taken, completely and without mercy." This is what she wanted, and I absolutely wanted to give it to her! With that, I grabbed her red panties under the waist and tore them to shreds, revealing the rest of her ass and a smoothly shaven pussy. She started to flail at me with her arms, so with my free hand, I grabbed her one wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back. Bent over the arm of the couch, the motion of twisting her arm pushed her whole body over the arm and gave me better access to my prize: the delicious pussy that was mine for the taking. I really wanted to stand there and admire the view, but I also didn't want to waste any time. While holding her wrist behind her back with one hand, I released her hair from my right hand, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my already hard cock. With all of the excitement, my cock had grown bigger and harder than I could remember it being!! Keeping any stamina was going to be difficult! Looking down at her pussy, I could tell that she was starting to get wet by the way her lips glistened. I took the head of my cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy lips, and I could feel her wetness on my cock. After a few seconds of doing that, I pushed the head toward the entrance to probe her tight pussy, and I could feel my cock enter her little hole. Feeling me penetrate her, she let out a loud scream into the couch cushion in front of her, and I knew that I would have to do something before she got any louder. Looking down, I saw the remains of her panties which gave me a great idea. I ripped the remaining threads holding the red garment on her body and shoved them into her mouth to silence her cries. After she was muzzled, I pushed my cock back to the entrance of her pussy, and without warning, I roughly thrust my cock into her until I bottomed out against her cervix. I cannot even describe the feeling of my prey's hot, tight pussy around my cock, and it took all of my might to not blow my load into her right then. Even around the panties in her mouth, I could hear a mixture of screaming and a sobbing cry, but I could tell that this was exactly what she wanted. After my cock's first plunge, I started to work my hips back and forth, and her pussy started to adjust to my cock's assault. My gaze had largely been fixated with the sight of my cock invading her pussy, but then I looked up to see her brunette head thrashing back and forth to protest the rough fucking that she was receiving. Just a few minutes into it, I could tell that she was truly enjoying herself. Although there were gentle sobs, she had settled into the fucking rhythm that I had set, and her pussy was dripping wet. I really didn't have an elaborate plan beyond what I was doing to her, but I remembered what she had said in her e-mails: "...so use me as you wish. I want the full experience of no control, and that's what I want you to give me. Take what you want..." Seeing that she was starting to enjoy our little game, I needed to do something to upset the balance of control back into my favor. Looking down at her, I got an idea immediately. Looking down, I could see her moisture glistening on my cock as I thrust in and out of her pussy, and just above that, I could see her tiny little asshole inviting me. Certainly she hadn't expected it, but she wanted the feeling of no control, didn't she? I slammed my cock into her pussy one last time, and abruptly removed it from her. She immediately quieted down, and I'm sure that she wondered why I had stopped. She turned her head slightly, and for the first time since we had started our game, she looked back into my eyes. When I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass, her eyes opened up wide, and I could hear a muffled 'NO!' from behind her panties. For a moment, I paused, but then I remembered our last correspondence: "..my safety word is 'zebra'. If I feel like I'm in over my head, I'll scream my safety word, and I would hope that you would respect that and stop." Without any hesitation, I pushed the fat head of my cock into the entrance to her ass, and I could immediately tell that I had taken her where she had never been before. Her ass was unbelievably tight, and her muscles were fighting my cock's intrusion. If my cock wasn't already coated in her pussy juice, the friction of her ass on my cock wouldn't have allowed it to penetrate the tight opening. Slowly, I started to work my cock into her until her muscles started to relax, and her ass accepted my whole cock. After I worked up a new thrusting rhythm, I looked down at my brunette prey and could see tears streaming down her face. Between her reaction to my assault and the physical feeling of her ass on my cock, I knew that I wasn't going to last very long. I hadn't beaten off for over a week, and there was a huge load boiling in my balls. I looked down at her asshole, and the sight of my relatively large cock stretching her tiny, swollen asshole completely pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock into her ass one last time and completely emptied the contents of my balls into her. The feeling was so incredibly intense that my knees got weak and I seriously thought that I might blackout. Once I knew that I was done, I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass, and for a moment, I stared at the little hole that I had just been fucking. My load was so massive that her ass couldn't contain it all. Soon, my cum started to dribble out of her pretty asshole and ran down over her pussy lips and onto the leather couch below us. It was such an incredibly perverted sight that I couldn't help but sit there and watch for a minute. Regaining my wits, I realized that I needed to make a quick escape. While still holding her arm down with my left hand, I shoved my cock back into my pants and zipped up my fly. Before letting her go, I whispered only a few words to her: "You had better not get off of this couch for at least 5 minutes, bitch!" And with that, I left. It took me about 40 minutes to get back to my hotel, and I decided to have a victory lunch before heading back up to my room. When I arrived up at my room, I fired up my laptop, and to my surprise, I had an e-mail waiting from my prey: "I hope that you're happy with yourself, you sick fuck! My pussy will never be the same again, and my asshole is too sore to even sit!!! How dare you do that to me? When can we meet again?" Take What U Want Ch. 02 I woke up mid-morning in my hotel room, and I had slept so well that I was slightly disoriented and, initially, didn't realize where I was. My head soon became clearer, and the events from the previous day started to replay in my head. The first encounter with my prey had gone exactly as planned, and I knew that both of us were now "hooked" on our mutual rape fantasy. My cock sprang back to life, and without thinking, I started to stroke it through my boxers. When I realized what I was doing, I stopped myself before cumming in my boxers and decided save up ever ounce of cum to be used on my prey. Today was going to be day of rest and planning because there wouldn't be much time before we would both need our "fix". I got out of bed, showered, and before leaving the room, I checked my e-mail. My dirty little housewife had written me again, and like a heroin junkie, I could tell that she was itching for a hit. "I woke up this morning, and my body was stiff and sore after yesterday's events, especially my poor little asshole! I started to think about what you did to me yesterday, and my pussy got wet just thinking about it. I remembered that you're in town all of this week, and the mere thought of another encounter made me so hot that I couldn't stand it anymore. After my husband left for work, I went downstairs, laid over the armrest of that same couch and fingered myself to a sweet orgasm!!! All of the doors to my house are unlocked... --Kelly" After reading her e-mail, my cock was up at full attention, and it took all of my will not to relieve myself. Before I had a chance to change my mind, I left my room for the day's activities. At that point, I didn't have a specific plan for our next meeting, but I knew that I had to move fast. I ate a reasonable breakfast at the hotel, and after asking for directions, I went to a near-by Wal-Mart for supplies. The things that I bought were seemingly innocent, but if the checkout girl knew what they were going to be used for, she would have certainly reported me to the authorities. When I left the store, my shopping bag held a bag of large zip-ties (wire ties), a pair of wire cutters, a woman's silk scarf, a baseball hat, a windbreaker, and several bottles of water and sports drink. The zip-ties were 2-feet long by ¾" wide, and I thought that they would be perfect to use as restraints: easy to manipulate with one hand but wide enough to not cut through the skin. At some point in time, the zip-ties would need to be removed, and the wire cutters would allow me an easy method to do that without significant danger of cutting my victim. The scarf was a last-minute addition, and my intention was to use this as a blindfold or as a gag, as the situation dictated. The new hat and windbreaker did not anything other than to help form my disguise because I was afraid that somebody might notice me if I wore the same clothing from Monday. Finally, the water and sports drink was bought to help me re-hydrate before the "big game". As I said before, the next round with my prey was not pre-planned, and honestly, I was making them up as the day unfolded. After the Wal-Mart trip, I decided to add more spice to my brewing recipe, and I elected to find some fun sex toys to abuse my victim with. Atlanta was fairly familiar to me, but I really had no idea where to find such things nor did I want to ask a perfect stranger for direction to a sex shop! I swung back by to hotel and looked up directions to a few such places in the area. I walked into the first sex shop and knew that it would be perfect! Based on my limited experience, it was one of the biggest shops that I had seen, and the sex toy selection was impressive. I spent a few minutes walking through the various rows of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs before I made my selections because I really wanted to buy the perfect combination of toys to really spice up this encounter. The toys had to have a good balance between pleasure and pain: too much pleasure would push the balance of control in her favor while too much pain would destroy the fantasy. I made my purchases and left the building as stealthily as possible. After my shopping trips, I decided to head back to the hotel to rest and prepare for the next day. Unlike our encounter on Monday, the next meeting would be a marathon, and I didn't want to show any weakness in front of my prey. If she thought that she was sore after our first encounter, my little sexual plaything was in for a surprise! My alarm woke me up promptly at 6am on Wednesday morning, and I rolled out of bed, showered and shaved as if it were a normal day. My backpack was already loaded up with my purchases from the previous day, so after I dressed, I was ready to head out for some breakfast. I ate in the hotel restaurant and walked out to my car, where I donned the hat and windbreak that I had bought the day before. Last minute nervousness made me re-check my pack to make certain that I had everything, but beyond that, I was ready for my second attack. By the time that I made it out to her neighborhood, it was just before 8am. According to the schedule she had given me, her kids would left for school by 7:30, and her husband would be just about ready to leave for work. I didn't want to park my car in front of her house where her husband might spot me as an outsider, so I decided to risk a drive-by to determine if my victim was alone. On the first pass by the house, the garage door was down which obviously obscured my view into the garage, and my mind started to race with possibilities. Was her husband gone already? Did he decide to go into work late? Was he sick and staying home today? I had to think this new plot twist through, so I slowly drove around the neighborhood for a few minutes before I headed back by the house. Just as soon as I rounded the last corner toward her house, the garage door opened, and a small BMW drove out of the garage, down the driveway, and turned onto the street toward me. My heart raced as I realized that I would actually see the face of the husband whose wife I was about to rape!! As he got closer, I fixed my head forward to not draw attention to myself, but with my peripheral vision, I mapped every visible feature to his head and upper torso. He showed no signs of noticing me, but to be completely sure that I hadn't "spooked" him, I decided to round the block again and watch him leave the neighborhood. I slowly depressed the accelerator to pick up speed, racing by the house, and I barely rounded the block as I saw the BMW pull out onto the main road in front of the housing development. The sight of his departing taillights was a huge relief, and I took a few deep, calming breaths before turned my car back towards the house. In my trips around the neighborhood, I found a parking spot for my car in front of a house with a "For Sale" sign in front of it, thinking that nobody would be in the house to raise suspicion at the empty vehicle. Before exiting the vehicle, I checked my "disguise" in the rearview mirror, and it seemed good enough to mask my features. I had changed everything but my sunglasses since Monday's activities, and my outfit seemed normal enough to fit into the suburban environment. I hopped out of the car, grabbed my backpack, and locked the car before starting the walk to my victim's house. By the time that I reached her street, my watch read 8:25. Without trying to be obvious about it, I did my best to scan the neighborhood for signs of life, and from what I could tell, school kids and those with jobs had already departed, leaving the streets fairly empty. When I got to her house, the garage door was closed and which meant that I would need to seek an alternate mode of entry. Just then, a little voice went off in the back of my head: "All of the doors to my house are unlocked... --Kelly" The garage was on the right-hand side of her house, and from my numerous trips past her house, I knew that there was a man-sized door on the side of the garage. To minimize any suspicion by possible on-looking neighbors, I walked up the driveway with an assertive posture and approached the door, hoping that it would be unlocked. My heart started to pound as my hand slipped onto the doorknob, and much to my relief, the knob turned and opened the door. I quickly slid inside and locked the door behind me. Once inside, I took off my sunglasses and gave my eyes some time to adjust to the darkness before moving forward. While I waited, I also strained to hear any sounds inside the house, but from where I stood, nothing could be heard. After just a few moments, my eyes adjusted enough to be able to safely navigate the garage, and I started to make my way to the internal garage door. It too was unlocked, but I only opened it slightly to allow me to hear any activity inside the house. Once I was satisfied that my prey was not near the door, I entered the main part of the house and started the search. Walking around the inner perimeter of the house, I started locking each door, drawing the blinds over the windows and switching off every light that I could find. I didn't want any unwanted company, and a dark house would discourage any visitors. I had searched most of the ground-level floor with no sign of my victim, and I started to worry that she had left for the day without taking her SUV. The last room to check was in the front of the house and appeared to be a living room, and once in the room, I heard a familiar sound: running water. Looking up, I could see that the second floor had a balcony that overlooked the living room, and there was a light on in the middle room of the second floor. Quietly, I slipped through the living room, drawing the blinds and turning off a lamp before I made my way to the stairs leading to the second floor. I snuck up the stairs and looked into the first and second doors for activity and found none. Based on my observations from below, the third door was where the sounds were coming from, and from what I could tell, it appeared as if somebody was running water for a bath. I peeked into the third door, and it seemed to be the master bedroom with a connected master bathroom. From my viewpoint, my victim wasn't in the bedroom, so I assumed that she was the one running the bath. The remaining doors in the second floor appeared dark, so I made the assumption that the rest of the house was empty. I entered the master bedroom and took a moment to memorize the layout. The room contained two upright dressers, one dressing table with mirror, two bedside tables, and a king-sized bed with a beautiful wrought iron frame. Other than the entrance door, the room also contained two other doors: one for the master bathroom and one for a large walk-in closet. Overall, the room was located toward the back of the house, and it would be the perfect location for my prey's second lesson. I walked into the closet to stage my final attack and closed the door behind me. I took off my backpack, removed a few of the zip-ties that I had purchased the day before, and preassembled a few of them into loops, so all that would need to be done is to push her hands or ankles into the loop and pull them tight. That would come in handy especially if she was going to put up a fight, fake or not. Once my zip-ties were ready, I found the purchased scarf and put it into my pocket, ready for use. Finally, I removed my jacket and hat, and I put on the ski-mask that I had used on Monday. Just as I finished my preparations, I heard the water stop and the sounds of someone stepping into the tub. Using my watch, I waited two minutes before starting my attack because I wanted my victim to be nice and relaxed in her bath. Once this time was up, I opened the closet door as slowly and quietly as possible and approached the bathroom door. The door was open just a few inches, so I didn't need to bother with the door knob. I just used the palm of one hand to gently push at it while I tried to peer into the room through the crack in the door. Just like the master bedroom, the bathroom was huge, and I saw my prey in the bathtub at the rear of the room. Luckily for me, she had draped a wet washcloth over her eyes which gave me the perfect opportunity to surprise her. I slipped across the tile floor as quietly as I could, but when I got close, she sensed that something was wrong and put her hand up to remove the washcloth from her eyes. Before she could get to it, I grabbed her upper arm with my left hand and fistful of her beautiful brunette hair with my right hand and lifted her from the tub. She let out a blood curdling shriek that surprised both of us, but I didn't slow my attack. Even with her attempts to fight me, it only took me a few seconds to get her flat on her stomach onto the tile floor, and I sat on her upper tights just below her butt to insure that she couldn't get up. The zip-ties were stuffed into my beltline at the small of my back, and I grabbed one to secure her hands behind her back. I slipped the loop over her tiny wrists and zipped it tight enough to provide restriction but not too tight where her blood circulation would be compromised. Once her arms were tied, I swiveled my body around and repeated the same process with her ankles. By this time, she was doing less screaming and had started doing more crying, and no matter where we were in the house, I knew that I had to muffle her before the entire neighborhood heard! The scarf was conveniently placed in my pocket with one end hanging out, and I quickly pulled it out and tied it around her mouth as a gag. It was time for the games to begin... I stood up and looked at my handiwork. Her entire body was slick with moisture and soap from the bath, and her beautiful skin glistened in the dimly lit bathroom. From our encounter earlier in the week, I knew that she was petite, but she looked downright tiny with her ankles bound and her wrists tied behind her back. The image of her wet body tied up on the floor started to get me hot, and it was definitely time to relieve the pressure that I had allow to build up over the past two days. At first, my plan was to scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the awaiting bed, but then, I remembered that we were both here to fulfill a rape fantasy. With that, I grabbed her from underneath her left armpit, lifted her torso off of the floor, and drug her into the bedroom where I threw her little, wet frame on the bed. When she fell on the bed, she looked completely helpless, and she emitted a muffled cry that seemed equally pitiful. I thought about tying her down to the wrought iron bed frame, but the zip-ties around her hands and ankles appeared to be securing her nicely. At this point, I regretted not buying two scarves because I really wanted to blindfold her, but I also knew that she would scream if I removed her gag. Looking over to one of the dressers, I picked the one that was obviously hers from the perfume bottles and jewelry box that lined the top, and I opened drawers until I found what I wanted: a pair of panties. Returning to my victim, I removed the scarf from her mouth, and before she had time to make any noise, I shoved the panties back in its place. The scarf was then free to blindfold my victim. Anything that I would do was now going to be a complete surprise! I looked at my watch, and it read 8:51. It had taken me only 26 minutes to enter her house and arrange everything for today's activities. I knew that I had plenty of time to do this right! With that, I removed all of my clothing, unpacked the items from my backpack, and laid them on the night table where they would be within easy reach of the bed. I walked up to the side of the bed where her head rested and admired her petite mouth and beautifully shaped lips. This was the only thing that I had not taken on my first trip, and I had to have it now! Her lips were so inviting, and my cock ached to be inside of her mouth. I pulled the panties out of her mouth, and she immediately shouted out a cry for help. The sound startled me, and I knew that I would need to teach her a lesson in proper behavior before the day could continue. I shoved the panties back into her now-open mouth and, grabbing a fist full of hair, jerked her head to get her attention. "What do you think that you're doing, bitch?" I whispered. "We can't have you making all sorts of noise and attracting attention, can we? I'm going to pull out your gag, and you're going to be nice and quiet, aren't you?" She nodded the best that she could while I had a tight grip on her brunette shock of hair, so I assumed that the lesson was over. Moving back to my position just in front of her face, I removed the gag, and again, she screamed with all of her might. I quickly replaced the gag and knew that I would need to escalate my lesson plan. I sat down on the bed beside her and drug her body over my lap, so her perfect little ass was right in front of me. With my left hand, I held her bound wrists to restrict her movement, and with my right hand, I started to fondle and caress her bottom. Initially, every muscle in her body was tense, but after a few moments of my tender touch, I could feel her relax. As soon as I felt her muscles relax, I raised my right hand off of her bottom and quickly back down, smacking her backside. She let out a muffled scream after the first strike, but as I continued her lesson with my open palm, her screams soon turned into sobbing. After about a dozen of such whacks, her bottom was a bright red, and I could hear her sniffling and crying from the abuse. Before I removed her from my lap, I wanted to make certain that she had learned her lesson. "Are you going to be a good girl now?" I said in a calm voice. In a muffled voice, I heard "Uh huh" from my little slave as she continued to sob softly. I picked her up off of my lap and placed her back down on the bed, facing downward. My cock still had not had any relief, and the spanking has brought it to a breaking point. I stood back up and turned to face her again, and my raging hard-on was at the same level as her forehead. I grabbed onto her hair again and tilted her head backwards, so her mouth was at the perfect level for my cock. She seemed more compliant this time as I removed the panties from her mouth, but before she could change her mind, I pushed the head of my cock into her open mouth. I don't think that she was expecting what I gave her because I could feel a cry of protest on my cock. She tried to pull her head back off of my cock, but I gave her a light slap on the face and shoved my cock deeper into her mouth until the head hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. Pulling back just a few inches, she took a deep, gasping breath in through her nose. With every thrust that I made into her mouth, I could feel the vibration of her cries on the shaft of my cock, and it was a heavenly sensation. Normally, a good blowjob would require a woman to actually suck on my cock, but this was hot for a completely different reason. She had no choice but to completely relinquish control to me, and I was enjoying it thoroughly. As much as I was enjoying this, the game had a fine balance because I didn't want to inflict any actual harm on my little slave, but she needed to know that I was in complete control. For this reason, I tried not to force my entire length into her mouth as to cut off her air supply or to damage her throat, and as little as she was, that meant only using about 2/3's of the length of my penis. As much as I tried to delay the inevitable, the game only lasted for a few minutes when that familiar euphoric sensation washed over me. My first spasm shot a huge rope of cum into the back of her throat, and her body tensed up as an involuntary reaction. Not wanted to drown my little whore, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, aimed the head toward her pretty face, and unloaded four more shots of cum onto her forehead, nose, and open mouth. While I was degrading her face with the rest of my cum, she was sputtering and coughing up the cum that I had shot into her throat. Take What U Want Ch. 02 I released her hair from my grasp and allowed her head to fall on the bed. At once, I realized that I should have brought along my digital camera because the sight was beautiful. She had cum in her hair, dripping down from the scarf, and even drooling out of her open mouth. It was a mental picture that I'll never forget. Returning to the supplies that I packed, I opened up a bottle of water and downed half of it in one shot. Out of my sex toy stash, I found a small bottle of lube and a medium sized, straight vibrator that looked fun to play with. Walking back to the bed, I laid down beside her prostrate body and saw her visibly cringe as she felt my motion on the bed. After the oral games that we had played, I didn't replace the panties back in her mouth, but so far, she had been an obedient little slave and kept relatively quiet. I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled a small stream down the crack of her ass, and she started to whimper and wiggled her bottom in protest. "No!" I said sternly as I gave her ass a hard smack with my open hand. "That's not how good little slaves behave." The spank didn't get a verbal response from her, but she let out a small 'yelp' from the stinging blow. Afterward, she became more still, and I proceeded to pour more lube down her ass crack. I used my right index finger to rub the lube in between her beautiful ass cheeks before plunging it deep into her pussy, and she responded with a gasp but still remained well behaved. I worked the first finger into her pussy until it relaxed, so I responded with a second and a third finger. By this time, she seemed as though she was beginning to enjoy the assault, and I knew that I need to, once again, change the balance of control. I removed my fingers from her pussy and grabbed the medium sized vibrator. Her slit was artificially and naturally lubed by this point, so I aimed the tip at her wet hole and shoved about 3" into her. She squealed in pain from the new invader which didn't slow me from fucking her deeper and deeper with the plastic cock. Once the entire 5" of usable length was inside of her, I twisted the base of the vibrator, turning it onto its highest settings. Her entire body started to quiver and shake as the vibrator stimulated her from inside, and it appeared as though she was building toward a huge orgasm. I began fucking her with the vibrator starting with short strokes until I was using nearly the entire length. After just a few short minutes, her body stiffened up, and she let out a huge scream of ecstasy as an orgasm ran through her little body. When the orgasm left her, I could tell that she was ashamed of allowing herself to come by her "rapist" because she started to sob, and I could see tears streaking down her face. Rather than taking pity on my little slave, I stepped up my assault. Keeping the vibrator on high, I pushed the length of it back into her dripping pussy and left it there. Looking back at the night table, I spied a pair of nipple clamps that I had bought the previous day, and I decided that now was the time to try them out. For the first time, I rolled her onto her back, exposing her beautiful yet small breasts. They were too good to leave alone, and I started by licking her right nipple while I rolled her left between my thumb and forefinger. She didn't want to allow herself to succumb to the pleasure that she was feeling, but the combination between the vibrator in her pussy and my oral assault on her nipples were too much to ignore. She began to breath heavier and heavier until it was a veritable pant, and I knew that I was working her up to another orgasm, whether she wanted it or not. I wanted to reel her back in and assert my control over her again, so I opened one of the nipple clamps and let the rough edges graze her right nipple. This seemed to send a shiver down to her very core which confirmed that her nipples were definitely a sensitive spot. I eased the clamp closed around her right nipple until it had just started to apply pressure, and without warning, I let go of the clamp, letting it close on her nipple abruptly. The combination of pain and pleasure made her whole body shudder as she cried out in pain. I put my right hand on her chest just between her breasts to hold her down to the bed, and with my left hand, I repeated the process with her left nipple. Her whole body was practically convulsing, and I knew that she was walking the edge of her next orgasm. My cock had responded to the whole scene, and he was definitely ready to play again. Her ass was the only playground that had not been used today, and it was time to remedy that. Keeping the nipple clamps in place, I rolled her back onto her belly and exposed her gorgeous little ass to me once again. Once her nipples touched the bed again, I think that the pain from the nipple clamps was intensified because she tried to arch her back to ease the pressure from the bed onto her nipples. The sight confirmed that I had chosen wisely with the nipple clamps and that she was indeed struggling with whether to enjoy the stimulation or to cry out in pain. Looking down at her beautiful ass, I could tell that the vibrator had definitely done its job because her juices had been rolling out of her pussy and down on her ass while she had been on her back. Between the lube that I had applied and her own lube, her little asshole was wet and glistening. Leaving the vibrator deep inside of her pussy, I mounted her from behind and started to swab the head of my cock down her ass crack to get it nice and lubricated. She must have known where I was going because she started to buck and squirm, but I persisted with the attack. I positioned the head of my cock at her asshole and pushed forward to gain entry which prompted a cry from my victim. Her ass felt extremely tight with the vibrator already filling her pussy and my cock trying to gain entry in her backdoor, so I stopped my assault after I had about 2" in her. She had her head down into the duvet covering the bed, but her cries were unmistakable. I stopped my assault for a moment to allow her ass to adjust to my cock, and as I did, I could feel the strong pulsations coming from the vibrator in her pussy. Between her tight ass and the vibrations, the overall sensation on my cock was extremely intense, and I knew that I didn't have much time to waste before my own orgasm took over. Not wasting any more time, I thrust the remaining inches of my cock into her tight backdoor until I felt my balls touch the end of the vibrator. She screamed into the duvet below her, objecting to my assault, but that didn't give me any reason to slow down. My little slave wanted to be taken, and this is how I wanted to take her! After a few thrusts, my hips found a good rhythm, and it seemed as though her ass started to adjust to the girth of my cock. I could feel the orgasm building deep in my balls, and each thrust brought me closer and closer. My poor little slut had been on the edge since I started molesting her nipples, and I wanted to give her one last shameful orgasm while I pounded her ass. I shifted my weight forward slightly which pushed her upper body down, smashing her chest onto the bed. With each thrust, the clamps tweaked her little nipples, and after just a few thrusts of this, her little body finally gave in. It felt like every muscle in her body tensed up, and she let out a loud, animal-like scream as the orgasm ripped through her body. I could certainly feel the contractions on my cock, and this finally pushed me over the edge as well. I barreled my entire cock into her tight ass, and my entire body shook with my own orgasm as I emptied the contents of my balls into her. Once I regained my composure, I looked down at my little slave and realized that I didn't want her to have the satisfaction of any sort of afterglow. In one quick stroke, I pulled out of her, crawled up to her head, and used her pretty brunette hair to wipe off my cock. Rolling her over, I quickly removed the nipple clamps and pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, also wiping it off in her hair. She was groggy and only half conscious at this point, I re-gagged her with the panties that I had used on her earlier just to prevent any unwanted cries for help or mercy. Even though it was just late morning, the day's events had worn me out, and I decided to lay down for a little nap. Obviously, my little slave did not deserve to share the same bed as I did, and I decided that she should be stowed in the closet just like any other inanimate object. I lifted her limp frame off of the bed from underneath her armpits and drug her into the closet, closing the door behind her. I pulled the soiled duvet off of the bed, climbed in, and happily drifted off to sleep.