2 comments/ 41506 views/ 2 favorites I Waited In The Shadows... By: Slowmoan "Get on your fucking knees. Get on your knees right fucking now." I could see she was terrified because she stumbled in her haste to obey me- still shocked at being yanked off the street. The garage was lit with a single swaying bulb, battered by moths in the hot summer air. She never took her eyes from mine. I smiled coldly. She was a natural. And I was going to take my sweet time with her. Reaching behind me I yanked on the chain attached to the sliding metal door. It clattered on the concrete with a sound of finality. She flinched as though she'd been hit—something I'd be enjoying soon enough. I stepped into the harsh yellow circle of light. I let her see my rough, grease-stained hands, my tented work pants. Slowly I loosened my belt. She trembled as I slid it from the belt loops one by one. Her full red lips were parted as she struggled to keep calm. Her breath came in shallow spurts, making her juicy tits heave up and down. "You got a name?" I hissed suddenly. She stammered," Ye—yes. " "You won't be needing it any more," I said. "But you can call me sir. Do what I tell you and....well, you will get hurt. But I'll let you live if you do exactly as I say." She stifled a whimper and nodded, slowly. "Good girl. Crawl over here." She crawled awkwardly over the cold concrete. I gathered her long dark hair in my hand, wound it around my fist. I yanked her head back to expose the pale skin of her throat. She let out a small, choked cry as her eyes rolled back. She looked about to pass out, which wasn't what I wanted- yet. "Mmmm, " I growled low. I kept one hand in her hair as I worked my zipper down. My nine inch cock was hot and heavy, and I sighed with relief as it sprang free. I brought it close to her, and I slapped her face with it as hard as I could. Tiny drops of pre-cum stood out on her pale cheek. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small switchblade I kept there. I let her hear the wicked click as it sprang open. She froze. I traced the blade over the flimsy fabric of her tee shirt. The cotton was soaked with sweat—fear, probably, and the heat of a summer night in the city. Her nipples stood out, stiff against the fabric. I traced them with my thumb, the knife still clutched in my other fingers. "No bra for you, you little whore? Noting to cover those pretty tits? I saw that. Why do you think I followed you? And those slutty little cut off shorts. I see what a nasty little cunt you are. " I yanked her head back and jammed my cock down her throat in one huge thrust. She gulped and sobbed for air around the thick, punishing length of my meat. I groaned through my gritted teeth as the wet velvet clutch of her mouth and throat submitted to the angry pummeling of my raging hardness. I fucked her face until tears and snot were running down her cheeks. Her eyes were screwed shut, and she made only the smallest, most pathetic attempts to push me away. I pulled out suddenly, and laid a ringing slap across her cheek. As she gasped and retched, I pushed past her lips once more. This time she swallowed the length at once, without hesitation. The bitch knew what was good for her. "You look so pretty with my cock down your throat," I teased. "Do you like it? Answer me, bitch!" I yelled, knowing full well she was in no position to speak. Desperately, she tried to nod, inadvertently fucking her face onto me even harder. I laughed as I felt the familiar ball of fire gathering deep in my groin. Normally I wouldn't let a bitch off this easy, but we had a long night ahead of us. I pulled gently out, letting her think it was over. And that's when I came all over her face. I let go of her sticky hair and fisted her shirt with one hand while slicing it to shreds with the other. A thin line of blood rose on the curve of one bare breast. She gave a little moan, and tried to cover herself with her hands. I kicked them away from her chest with the steel toe of my boot, a blow that sent her crashing across the floor, into one of the steel beams that held up the ceiling. She moaned, dizzy and almost unconscious. It was easy to pull her up onto her knees, twist her arms behind her back and around the beam. It was easy to padlock her hands together with an old bicycle lock I had lying around. I had to admire my work. The bondage thrust her pretty tits out, and they swayed gently as she struggled. Her tiny cutoff shorts were all that shielded her from total exposure as she squirmed around on the dirty, dusty floor on her bare knees. Satisfied that she wouldn't be going anywhere, I went in back and made a few phone calls. When I returned she was slumped over as far as her bonds would allow. She snapped to attention at the sound of my footsteps. "Did you miss me? " I jeered. "Don't worry, I wouldn't forget you." Her big brown eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Please let me go," she whispered. "I'll do whatever you say." I had to laugh. "Well, yeah you will, sweetheart. And don't worry- you can scream all you want. No one will hear you. Well," I amended, "no one I didn't invite." She flung her head back, as if to test me, and screamed with all her anger and fear. I sighed with lust. Making her beg was going to be a dream. Make no mistake. I like to fuck bitches. I like to ram my cock into their tight, hot pussies and firm, clinging asses. I like to fuck their faces, too, to hear them choke on my cock. But above it all I love to fuck with their minds. I want total submission. I live for that moment when a woman is bruised, wet and sticky with come, she's shaking and out of her mind with fear and lust, she's screamed til her throat is raw and she begs you without words- and she doesn't know whether she's begging you to stop, or keep going. She doesn't know. I walked over and stood before her. I could feel her hot breath on my swollen cockhead, as she tried to turn her head away. I jerked her chin up, and forced her to look me in the eye. "I'm going to give you a chance," I purred. "You've already decided whether you stay or go." Her eyes were wide with confusion. I waved the knife in front of her eyes. "Remember this?" She nodded, slightly. "I'm going to cut those shorts off. I can already tell you're not wearing panties. But this is your chance to show me that you don't want this. That you're not a nasty little cum-slut who wants to be used and abused. Are you ready?" She nodded and wincingly rose up on her knees. I tore through the denim of her shorts and threw the shreds into the darkness behind her. She hung her head in total despair, and I knew why. The shorts had just barely covered a beautiful, bare-shaved pussy. And it was absolutely dripping. "What's this?" I said, my voice heavy with false concern. "Did you piss your pants? Is that what this is?" I ran a thick, callused fingertip through her swollen cunt lips. Her creamy slit enveloped my finger as she let out a tiny, broken moan. She was so slick and hot that I felt my cock stir immediately. "You don't even have to say you liked that," I whispered. "Your pussy just told me. Look at you," I continued in a low voice. "Chained up with your tits out, covered in cum and dripping like a little slut." I rubbed her lightly as I spoke. I wasn't going to let her have it yet. Her hips rose helplessly, involuntarily. I could see a deep, rage-filled blush seeping through her cheeks. I increased the pressure on her fat, slippery clit. I jammed three fingers into her and pumped them hard, coating them with her juices. With the other hand I grabbed her by the throat and forced her mouth open. "Suck your juice off my hand, bitch. Don't ever try to lie to me." Her hips jerked in the air as she squirmed on her knees. When she had sucked my fingers clean I grabbed her tits in two smooth, firm handfuls. I went for the nipples, twisting and yanking them until they stood up, tingling like beestings. I took a kind of pity on her. She deserved to come at least once, with all she had coming. So I drew back my boot and kicked her, right in the cunt. She was stunned. The shock of pain as the smooth leather-covered steel slammed into her pussy made her go totally still. I kept my boot where it was, pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her down onto it. "Grind on that, you whore, rub that wet pussy on my boot. You're going to come." She shook her head, beyond words. "No? No? Bitch, I will do anything I want to you. You're going to get fucked in every hole you have, and not just by me, either. You're gonna get fucked in half, you slut, and you're gonna beg for more. But right now, you will rub that pussy on my boot until you come all over it." I ended with a slap across her face just to make my point. She submitted. I felt her rock against me. "Yeah, bitch," I whispered. "There you go. See how good it feels when you stop fighting? " And then I shocked us both- I kissed her. I crushed my mouth down onto hers. Her lips were unbearably soft. They had been delicious on my cock, and now I bit and kissed them forcefully. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and felt the small wet slip of hers answering mine. She was kissing me back. I pulled her hair firmly, slowly, until her soft neck and throat were exposed. I kissed and bit up and down the length of her neck, nipping at her earlobes and nape. I heard a sigh. I moved my boot away and slid my hand down, down between her tortured tits, down the curve of her stomach, over her smooth-shaved outer lips and slipped my fingertips into her swollen cunt. She gave a real moan now, of total surrender. She knew I would make her come, right here on the floor, battered and scared and about to be fucked senseless. She would come and she knew it. I circled her clit tightly, firmly, with an even pressure. I whispered in her ear. " You're going to come now. You're not in control. I am. Come for me. Come now." And wailing, shuddering, she did. The spasm that shook her lasted almost a minute. Her eyes rolled back in her head as guttural grunts forced their way past her bruised lips. As her orgasm receded, so did her consciousness. She passed out. Limp and lifeless, her limbs were heavy. I unbuckled her wrists and rubbed them to get the blood moving again. She slumped against me as I dragged her to her feet. I looked around my shop for where to put her. My eyes lit on an old workbench covered with papers and rags. I laid her facedown across it, securing her hands to a clamp mounted on the side. Her feet rested on the floor, and I strapped each ankle to a leg of the workbench with a roll of duct tape. She breathed deeply, almost relaxed. She had no idea what was coming, or who. Her heart-shaped ass was lovely, pale and smooth- -a perfect canvas. Her tiny, pink asshole was totally exposed, and the bondage of her legs stretched her pussy lips taut. I heard the back door swing open, and they came inside. "Lock it," I grinned. "Welcome." The three of them looked her over hungrily. John, the biggest guy, laughed. "You been waiting for us? Looks like she's not even broken in!" " She's Not," I said. "She came, though." To be continued..... I Waited In The Shadows... Ch. 02 Dragged in from the streets, four men are about to enjoy her... They formed a half circle around the workbench admiring the feast spread out before them. They always let me in on it when they had a little piece to share, and they knew I would always return the favor if I could. Dave already had his fat, short cock out. He was stroking it slowly, grinning. Luther hung back slightly. He never went first. John grinned at me. "Break her in, guy. You earned it." I didn't need to be told twice. I ran a hand over her unmarked ass flesh. I pulled her cheeks apart and without further ado I rammed that pussy as hard as I could. It took her a moment to wake up, and another to register that she was tied down, spread wide, and being hardcore fucked by a stranger. She screamed once, before I clapped a hand over her mouth. I held her face firmly with one hand as I rammed her, smacking her ass with the other. Just warming her up. Her desperate wriggling brought me to the edge fast. With a grunt I pulled out and sprayed her ass and back with cum. She moaned raggedly, and then froze with fear as she noticed the presence of three other men in the room. I quickly untied her, and flipped her over so her back lay on the table and her legs hung off the edge. I wanted her to see what was coming. Her head hung slightly off the other end, and her tits heaved invitingly. Dave and I each took a leg, spreading them wide. Luther held her hands over her head, and John took his place between her legs. "Hello," he said, and he began to rub the fat head of his cock up and down her slit. He liked to draw things out. She squirmed involuntarily and he hissed, "You're wet, bitch. But nobody came in you yet, did they?" He slapped her in the face. "Did they?" " No," she choked out. "We're gonna give you what you want, slut. You're gonna take it all. You're gonna beg for it before we're done." He grabbed a tit in each hand and started pounding away. He's a big guy, and his thrusts pushed her across the table until her head was hanging all the way upside down. He grunted as he slammed into her. "Whore. Take it. Take it." Luther couldn't stand it anymore. He let her hands go for the few seconds it took to get his zipper down and his dick down her throat. He used her hair to fuck her face onto his cock. A small smile broke out over his usually impassive face. John was getting close. With a final twist of his hips and a guttural shout, he flooded her cunt. He stepped back, breathing hard. Dave was more than ready. John and I held her legs for him as he spit on his hand and reached down for her asshole. Her mouth was still stuffed with dick, but she managed to make a fair bit of noise as he jammed her little asshole with his fat cock. We lifted her ass higher so he could get all the way in. Her body was stretched taut and covered in sweat. Her smooth, pale skin glistened invitingly. I listened with delight to the wet, choked sounds she made as she gagged on Luther's monster of a cock. His teeth were gritted as he violated her throat, and his eyes were glazed in a way I recognized. He squeezed and twisted her juicy tits as he fucked her face with a desperate, corkscrewing motion. I could tell he was close. I caught his eye and grinned. "Let's see what you got, man." He needed no further invitation. After one more brutal thrust, he yanked his spit-slicked dick out of her and rained her face and chest with his cum. Dave groaned at the sight. He spat again on his hand, ready to lube up her asshole some more. Then he had a better idea. Reaching up, he gathered as much of Luther's slick cum as he could in his hand. Yanking his cock out of her stretched asshole, he coated it with the stuff. We all stared. I thought it queer as hell, and my skin prickled with discomfort. Dave was oblivious to everything but the blissful, wet reaming of his cock into that sweet, swollen, fucked-out hole. He panted as he sawed in and out. He threw his head back, and John and I locked eyes. I never understood it later, but it was like we were reading each other's minds. Without a word, we hoisted her up and draped her ankles over his sweaty shoulders. He gave a grunt of ecstasy as he tunneled even deeper into her. John struck like a snake. He wrapped a meaty arm around Dave's throat. Dave was so lost in fucking that it took him a second to realize what was happening. That second was all we needed. I grabbed his wrists and bound them tightly behind his back with the roll of duct tape I kept on the shelf next to us. Still buried balls-deep in her ass, he was totally at our mercy. "What...." He stuttered. "Are you guys crazy?" John ignored his question. "I always wondered about you, Dave." He said, musingly. "About how you're just a pig for ass-fucking. Never go near the pussy, no matter how good we tell you it is." He paused. "Then you juice that dick up with another man's cum." Grinning evilly, he continued. "So now I'm thinking..." Dave's eyes were bulging with fear. "Wh..what are you saying, man?" John pulled him closer, and Dave seemed to collapse against his barrel of a chest. John hissed in his ear. "I'm thinking you're a little punk. I'm thinking you're gonna show us how much you like ass fucking after all. I'm thinking maybe it's your turn to get used like the faggot little fuck-whore you are." Dave moaned. He was up shit creek and he knew it. I was fascinated. Here we were about to punk one of our own, and I was rock hard for it. I roughly grasped the base of his dick and eased it out of her clinging, cum-slick hole. She shuddered and seemed about to pass out. I reached over and slapped her lightly in the face. "No, you whore, don't check out now. Now it's gonna get interesting" I stood and watched as John took charge. He ripped at the buttons of Dave's sweat-soaked work shirt and sent them flying. He twisted the shredded fabric around Dave's already-bound wrists, intensifying the bondage. His pants, already puddled around his ankles were slashed off as well. I studied him. I'm no faggot, but I had to admit it was a pleasing sight. Stripped totally naked but for his socks and work boots, his strong body was taut and vibrating with fear. And his dick was so painfully engorged it was almost purple. Behind me, I heard the door slam. Luther had had enough. I'd see him next time he had some little piece chained to a pipe. Meanwhile on the workbench, she was gathering her wits. She wincingly propped herself up on her elbows, big round eyes surveying the scene before her. I threw a light jacket I had lying around at her. "Cover up, bitch. Someone else's turn now." At this, Dave's eyes rolled back in his head and his knees started to buckle. John and I lowered him to the cold cement floor. On his knees now, he looked totally helpless. I stood before him and started stroking my cock in his face. The stubble of his chin scraped my hand as I grabbed him by the neck. I didn't want to think about it what it meant, nothing. I just needed in. Now. I traced my swollen cockmeat over his lips. "Suck me," I whispered. He whimpered. Probably wishing I'd just fuck his throat and be done with it. No such luck. I fisted my hand in his short, thick hair and gave a yank. "Stick that tongue out, you little bitch. Let me see you lick it. " Hesitantly, he did it. He ran his tongue over the head and I shuddered at the softness of it. God, it was so fucking hot, so strange to see him like that. My cock swelled even further. Dave was lost in his submission. Behind him, John caught my eye. I nodded at him, and he began to roughly pull Dave's sweaty asscheeks apart. He kicked Dave onto all fours, and I knelt down in front of his face. I was painfully hard. I needed to fuck something. I yanked his head back, exposing his throat. I wrapped one hand around it and squeezed hard. He gasped for breath, and I slid into his wet, hot throat in one motion. He moaned around my dick, giving up all pretense. His firm, hard ass stuck up in the air as he swallowed my thick cock. His hips jerked as John's thumb worked it's way up into his tight, resistant asshole. He choked a little in panic, and I pulled out for a second. " Relax, pussy boy. We're just getting started with you. " I grinned as I shoved back into his face. "Here's what's gonna happen," I said conversationally. "First, you're going to admit that you love getting your face fucked by a fat hard cock. Yes?" He nodded a little, driving me deeper. God, I was going to come soon. But I wanted to humiliate him a little more before I let him have my cum. All these years, pretending he was a real man. Probably went home and jerked off thinking not about the girls we'd used and abused, but about us-- his buddies. A wave of anger ran up my spine, and I pounded his face viciously. John had two fingers up his ass now, and the pain had to be intense. "You ready to say it, faggot?" He groaned desperately. I yanked my dick out and slapped his face with it, first one cheek, then the other. He looked almost ecstatic- getting dick-whipped seemed to agree with him. "Tell us how much you love getting fucked. " He whimpered a little. I slapped his face as hard as I could. "You want some more?" I yelled. John chuckled. He seemed amused by the whole thing. A deep red blush soaked through Dave's skin. He muttered something I could barely hear. "What's that?" I growled. "I..." he choked. I slapped him again. " I want it." "What do you want, huh?" "I, uh...." He stammered. I slapped him harder. "Fuck!" He screamed. "Fuck me!" I smirked. That was more like it. "Beg us, bitch." "Please, please..." he stuttered, out of control. "You heard the man," I said to John. "Didn't hear any man," John grinned. "But that sure sounded like some good punk ass pussy to me." "Give it to him," I said. "We've waited long enough." John spat again and again onto Dave's swollen asshole. Spit ran down his helpless cheeks and dripped off his balls. With a grunt of satisfaction, John jammed his cock in, right to the hilt. Dave was screaming like a stuck pig, and I told him so. "I'm next," I hissed. "I can't wait to ram that little pig pussy." Dave's cries had tapered off, and he almost seemed to be pushing back on the thick cock that was violating his asshole. "He loves it," I whispered, almost to myself. John was losing control. I saw the veins in his thick neck standing out, saw his eyes roll back as he pounded away. He started to grunt, a low insistent sound. He was getting close. With a final shout, he filled Dave's stretched, throbbing ass with his hot cum. He yanked his dick out and wiped it on Dave's asscheeks. "Your turn," He grinned. I just stood over Dave for a long, hot moment, savoring what was to come.