1 comments/ 32766 views/ 15 favorites The Take-Out Ch. 01 By: kallyreys Baby, It was night and I had an extraordinary bad day. You had called to tell me the unfortunate news of you extending your stay in London for another month, and I had been throwing a temper ever since. But it had been extremely unsatisfying because I had no one to scream at, since you were called to a meeting. Then I burnt my fingers while heating up my dinner. In the end, I burnt my dinner and had to call the restaurant in the nearest town to drive out to my place to deliver my dinner. The man that stood at the door when I rang the doorbell was tall and muscular. Normally I might take another look at him but tonight I was in a horrible mood. In a curt tone I told him to put the take-out on the dining table while I went into my bedroom to get my money. When I came out, he was eyeing the photos that I hung on the wall in the living room. Somehow, it irritated me. "Excuse me, do you mind?" I snapped at him, handing him the money in my uninjured hand. He turned around slowly with a half-smile. "What? Aren't you a little snorty today?" He reached out with his hand and brushed against my cheek. I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!" The man narrowed his eyes. "Look here lady, there's no need to throw your temper at me. I'll just take the money and go." And then in a softer voice, he muttered, "What a bitch." "Hey! How dare you!" My frustration and anger immediately zeroed in on him and I finally get the chance to lash out a target. I raised my hand to slap him, but in a swift movement he caught my wrist. For a moment, I was shocked that he would touch me, but I recovered and shook my hand in an effort to make him let go. He did not, only encircling my wrist in a steel grip. I looked up at him and something I saw in his eyes make me double my effort in struggling. I began to panic. "Not so cocky now, are you?" He muttered. He advanced towards me with a sinister smile on his face. I was scared now, and I backed away from him, not wanting to get too close to this man. He continued to walk towards me, until his smile widened, and I realized that I had backed myself against the wall. Stupid stupid stupid me. He leaned forward until he was pressing up against me, breasts to chest, thigh to thigh. He had pulled my trapped wrist above my head and was slowly bring my other wrist up too. Cornered, that was what I was. "Please," I whispered, not knowing what else to do, not knowing what I was begging for. It seemed, however, that he knew exactly what it was. "Where's your husband?" He asked, as he moved to hold both my hands in his huge one. I thought that it might weakened his hold on me, and I struggled viciously, but he just laughed at me, laughed at my weakness, while I managed to rub myself all over him in my struggle. It took a moment to realize the consequences. I froze. "Where's your husband?" He asked again, as I was trying my best to ignore the huge throbbing evidence of his arousal between us. He tightened his hold on my wrists until it hurt. I whimpered in pain. "He's in London. For another month." I spat it out, and deep in my mind I was still able to summon enough frustration at the situation. The man smiled again. I shivered at the blatant desire in his eyes. He moved his free hand to grab my breasts and I kicked at his shin. This time, he let go of me in surprise and I took off towards my bedroom, which was the closest, wanting to lock myself in the room while I call the police. However, the man was faster than me. He swiped a scarf off my clothes tag and tackled me to the ground, tying my hands together behind my back. I opened my mouth to let out a scream but he slapped me, and my head snapped back, my mind registering the agonizing pain. I felt a tug on my pants and realized that he was undressing me! I had a pair of cotton drawstring pants on and it made it easier for him to get it off me. I kicked at him, but it only made it faster for him to pull the pants off. Next came my panties, and I sobbed at the humiliation of being half-naked in front of a stranger. "Please. Please." I begged, "Don't do this to me." He turned me around to lie on my back and knelt between my legs, holding them down with his hands to avoid my kicks. I felt very vulnerable before this man, with my hands behind my back and my legs spread open before him. Where were you when you were actually needed? "Maybe you'd be less bitchy once you'd been fucked." He grinned evilly. "No! Please!" I begged. "I have a husband." "Too bad he isn't here." He cupped my pussy and I froze at the warmth from his palm. I could feel myself getting wet. Oh my god. How long had it been since I last had sex with you? Two months ago? "If I had this I wouldn't leave you anywhere alone." He raised a brow when he felt my wetness slowly seeping out. "What's this? It's turning you on?" The stranger swiped at it with his finger and lifted it to his mouth, tasting it. Tasting me. I shivered again, not in fear, but in arousal. He inserted two fingers into me and began moving it in and out. "Don't worry, what your husband can't give, I will. Tell you what, I'll come around regularly for a fuck within the next month, alright?" I shook my head no, indicating my reluctance. He only thrust in his fingers into me so hard until I gasped, and moaned. "You have no choice, darling. Before I leave tonight, I shall tie you up in bed and come back tomorrow with locks and handcuffs." "Please." I begged again, trying to appeal to his better nature. "Please let me go." He ignored me and proceeded to unzip his pants. I stared at his size when he took out his cock. It was big, almost three inches in diameter and seven inches long. There was no way I would be able to take him in. I tried to wriggle away from him, wanting to close and lock my legs together, but he reached out, grabbed my ankle and pulled me back to him. "Don't try to get away." He growled. "You're mine for the next month or until I said so. I shall use you in any way I want and you can only take it." His words were meant to frighten me into submission, but somehow it also turned me on, and I grew wetter between my legs. He inserted his fingers into me again, wanting to be certain that I was wet enough for him. I tried to dampen my arousal by thinking of you, but it did not work. He knew I was wet, aroused and eager for sex. His thumb found my clit and rubbed it, chuckling as I let out a soft scream, my whole body trembling at the sensations. He had found my weakness, and I knew I shall succumb to him in no time. With his other hand he pulled up my tee and found my breasts, mauling them. I whimpered and moaned when he sucked on my nipple, pulling at it, nibbling it. I knew that before tonight is over I would be royally fucked by this man. In a thrust, he pushed into me, groaning at the tightness as my pussy enveloped him. His wide girth stretched me out and I tightened down on him, creating a pleasant pressure. He pushed in again, but I was too snug. Instead, he rubbed my clit again until I was moaning and thrashing below him, the pleasure derived from his ministrations were too much to take. He could feel my pussy pulsing and tugging at him, as if pulling him deeper. It was an awesome feeling to him and he pushed in more of his cock into me, wanting me to take everything in. He was already five inches in and I already felt full. But with short thrusts coupled with his determination and my wetness, he was able to push all seven inches of his huge cock into me. It rubbed against my sensitive spots and I writhed under him as he thrust in and out. "Does this feel good? You miss this, don't you?" He gritted out, moving between my legs. "Are you enjoying this? Aren't you a little slut? Fucking a stranger when your husband is away." I wanted to protest against his words, but I only knew he spoke the truth. Instead I focused on the pleasure that I was feeling at that moment, moaning and rubbing against him. He began to move faster, and I could feel him grow even bigger inside my pussy and I knew he was going to come. Fear struck me as I thought of the consequences. Pregnancy. I struggled viciously under him again. "No! No! You can't come in me! I'll get pregnant and my husband will know! PLEASE!" I screamed at him. He pulled my head back and growled at me, angry that I was disrupting his pleasure. "What I do, you have no say, slut. Now take it all like a good little whore." He bent down and bit me on my neck, while I felt him pump his semen into me. I stopped fighting and lay down on the ground, defeated. I tried not to think of what would happen when you come back from London to see me pregnant. He fell out of me and stood up, zipping up his jeans. I could feel his seed sipping out of me. He dragged me into the bathroom and proceeded to tie me to the bed, managing to find the ropes that we used for bondage sex and tied me spread-eagle to the bed posts. I was mortified that he had found our private stash for sex play, but he grinned at me and promised me fun for the next month. Then he blindfolded me and gagged me when I tried to protest against him. He pinched my nipple until I lay in bed quietly, just as he wished. I felt something at my pussy again, and moaned as he spread me open with it, inserting it deep into me. He tied the object inside me with another rope and I screamed inwardly when he turned on the switch and the vibrator began to churn inside me. I writhed in bed, knowing he was enjoyed the view. In no time I began to get wet again, and my clit throbbed eagerly for attention. He leaned down and bit my ear, drawing my attention away from the vibrator. "I'll come back in the morning, slut. Wait for me." The Take-Out Ch. 02 Baby, I spent the entire night squirming in my bonds, unable to sleep despite the fact that I was dog-tired since I was unable to ignore the sensations from between my legs. Even now it still made me want to scream, which I was unable to do so because the man had gagged me before he left me last night. I could only moan and whimper, intently aware of how helpless I was. My pussy was so wet that I had soaked the sheets completely, and the wet bedsheets was cold underneath my butt. Thankfully, the blindfold had fallen off hours ago and I could at least see. Oh god, I thought to myself, anything would be better than having to endure a vibrating vibrator inside you for hours and especially when there was nothing you could do about it. I heard my front door open and look at the clock on my dressing table. Seven AM. Did I really lie here for ten hours? I knew without a doubt that the stranger had return for me. My heartbeat began to speed up, and I wonder if it was from fear or excitement. I did not dare to examine the reason too closely because I was afraid of the truth. That if given a choice I would gladly have an affair with the stranger. At least now I had the excuse of being forced. The man appeared at the doorway and smirked at me when he caught sight of me in the bed. I made frantic noises behind the gag, trying to tell him to get the vibrator out of me before my pussy begin to get numb from oversensitivity. Besides, my bladder was so full that I really really urgently need to go to the toilet. He smiled in that knowing way of his, and walked over to the bed. He traced his fingers down from my neck through my stomach, down to my pussy where he found my clit and rubbed it vigorously. I screamed as loud as I could, arching my back off the bed trying to avoid his fingers. I could not take anymore stimulation. Neither my pussy nor my bladder could take it. I shook my head at him, attempting to convey my desperation. Oh please please please please please... "That bad, my slut?" He said softly, his fingers rubbing in slow circles on my clit. I nodded my head furiously. "Want me to let you go?" I nodded my head again. "Beg for it then." He reached up and undo my gag. "Please please please please let me go," I stuttered over my words in my eagerness to get out of the bonds. My arms and legs were already numb due to bad blood circulation and I wanted to regain use of them. "Call me Master then," He said. I froze, hesitating in obeying him, knowing that deep down what he wanted had always been what I wanted from you. We had discussed it many many times, but you were always not dominant enough to satisfy the submissive in me. Now a stranger had complete control over me, and was appealing to the sub within me. Still, I hesitated, because I did not want to betray you. Sensing my unwillingness, he pinched my clit with his fingers and the pain shocked me from my thoughts. I arched my back off the bed again. "Please!" I pleaded. He pinched harder and I gasped for air, my body unable to take that much stimulation. "Please.. please.." "You know what to do," "M-master!" I sobbed it out, not knowing what I had just agreed to. Thankfully he let go of my clit. I let myself relax a little. "Do you want me to untie you?" He asked. I nodded my head cautiously, unsure of what he would do to me now. "Ask nicely then." I closed my eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath. "Please untie me," I said softly. He did not move, just stare at me expectantly. And I knew. "Master," I added, lowering my eyelids in humiliation. It seemed to satisfy him, for he reached up and untie me. First my hands were free, then my legs, then he undid the rope-belt around my waist, switched off the vibrator and slid it out of me. Immediately, I closed my legs, finally able to do this, instead of being spread open for his pleasure. Thus when a hard slap landed on my thighs I jumped. "Don't you dare close your legs without my permission!" He roared at me, slapping my thigh again. I was so shocked that I did not think, scrambling away from him as fast as I could. It was the wrong thing to do. He let out an inhuman growl and leaped at me, pulling me back into the bed. He laid me across his thighs with my butt up and hit my ass. I froze again. Icy fire poured through my ass with every strike. I tried to lie as still as I could since my struggle made the beatings harder, but I simply could not take the pain without much movement. Furthermore, I could feel his cock grow bigger with every hit, and I squirmed uncomfortably, knowing that he could take me again. "Open your legs now!" He commanded. I spread my legs as far as I could in that position and yelped when he grabbed my thighs and pried them further apart. "You're soaking wet, slut!" He plunged in three fingers into me without warning, and I was so shocked that I clamped down on those fingers. I was intensely turned on by the spanking and could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter in accordance to his domination. He withdrew them and thrust them in again. I tensed. "Beg me to fuck you, slut!" He demanded. I did not want to, but he twisted the fingers in me as a warning and I found myself obeying him. It turned me on, as much as I had not want to. I found myself wanting the feel of his cock inside my pussy, wanting him to pump into me furiously, to use me as his sex toy. "Please Master! Please fuck me! Please put your big cock into my pussy!" I pleaded. In a swift movement he flipped me onto my back and took out his cock, plunging it into me in one single thrust. I gasped as he bottomed out and stretched me completely. I moved with his every stroke, getting into the age-old rhythm of sex. Until he stopped. I looked up at him with wide eyes, afraid of what he wanted me to do next, what he would make me admit and submit to him. "Tell me who you belong to!" He questioned aggressively, puncturing his question with a hard thrust. I knew what the answer that he wanted was. "Yours!" I gasped. "I belong to you, Master." "Will you do everything I ask?" He asked again. I thrusting my hips towards him in an effort to make him move again. "Yes! Yes! I'll do anything you ask! Please, please move!" I begged again. He did not, just looked at me expectantly. "Please move, Master! I'll do anything you ask!" The man thrust into me hard and fast and I groaned in pleasure. The fact that this stranger owned me now added to the kinkiness, and it aroused me to be owned so completely and without question. He pinched my nipples and mauled them roughly, but it only increased my desire. My pussy was only a tool for him to relieve his sexual thirst, and I made sure that I clenched on his cock frequently to ensure his pleasure. In no time, I began to feel him grow bigger again and I knew he was about to come. Just like last night I was struck with fears of getting pregnant. I began to struggle against him, bring my fists up to push against his chest. "No! Don't come in me again! No!" I screamed at him. He grew furious, slapping me across my face, managing to stun me from my protests. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back, as if to prove that he could break my neck, that I was wholly in his control. "I'm your Master, you slut. You don't demand. You obey. Now, beg for my come." When I refused, he pulled my head back further, and slapped me again. Tears filled my eyes at the pain. Any arousal I felt had dissipated. Yet I was still reluctant to beg for his come. That would practically be begging to be impregnated! But the man was not one to give me too. He slapped my face again, and again, until I finally broke down and did exactly what he wanted. "Please! C-come in me, Master!" I cried. He thrust into me a few more times until I felt him spurt into me, filling my womb up with his fertile seed. He released my hair and I coughed, lying in bed under him with my hands massaging my sore neck. He smiled at me humorlessly, as if enjoying my discomfort and my submission. "Now thank me, slut," I looked away from him and caught sight of our photo taken on our honeymoon that you had framed and hung on the wall. "Thank you Master," I whispered softly.