Untitled Intensity

 

� 1992� Lance Edwards

 

 

 

 

She strutted into my cell on stiletto heeled shoes, black net stockings climbing her long, long legs. A thigh-length leather jacket was belted shut around her, and studded wristbands were just visible beneath the cuffs of the sleeves. A matching spiked collar circled her neck, and her big mane of blonde hair made an intimidating tiara about her head. As she entered she loomed several inches taller than me, and her fearsome scowl and belittling sneer seemed to know everything about me and to hold it all in the utterest contempt. She put her hands on my naked chest and shoved, pushing me over and down onto the bare, hard cot. �Time for use, you!� she snarled, forcing me down to lie humbled and supine beneath her. Roughly she seized my arms, pulling them together and above my head to where she lashed my wrists to the simple iron frame. Next she secured my legs, ignoring my frightened but needy whimpers as she propped up my hips on a firm cushion and then spread my feet, tying them down tightly to the cot�s bottom corners. Another cushion supported my head, holding it up to face her abuse, and then she stepped back, hands on her hips, scowling down with a cold, impersonal glare. �You worthless little shit, are you going to satisfy me?� I tried to gasp out a reply, but I was panting and shaking so hard that I could only stammer out a mostly incoherent plea for mercy. �Shut up!� she snarled in return. Reaching for where my elevated hips thrust into the air, she seized the hard spike of my erection in a painfully tight grip. �What the hell is this, huh?� She jerked it around in a circle, pumping it through her powerful fist. �Answer me!� I tried to speak past the breath whistling in and out of my throat as her tight hand yanked on me, and finally I managed to squeak out that it was only my penis, my little prick that always swelled up big around her; it wasn�t my fault. Then I really started to panic, because I could feel it starting to burn and throb. My balls were tingling, sending a hot flush of pleasure/shame racing through me, just like they always did when I�m getting ready to shoot out explosively all over the place. I tried to make it stop, because I knew how angry she would be, but her squeezing and pumping fist gripping and pulling on my penis in such a hard hot clench was suddenly entirely too much. I cried out miserably and let go, shuddering from head to toe and pumping the steaming hot semen up and out of me in wrenching, splattering spasms: spraying my captive body with spunky sticky wetness. Immediately my captor let go of me and slapped me hard across the face. �Goddamn you!� she shrieked. �How dare you spew without permission!� She slapped me hard again, and then again, cracking her open palm against my cheek with all the power she could muster: punishing me as I writhed and struggled futilely with my bonds. How the tight ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, holding me helpless while she beat me for my weakness and inadequacy! But finally she stopped, panting with rage as she glared down at me. �If you think you�re getting off that easily, you�re seriously mistaken,� she snarled �We�re just getting started. You�ve got a lot to make up for, now.� With that she stepped back and ripped her coat open, tearing it off and flinging it to the floor. The sight of her huge round breasts in their open leather harness (topped by those large, conical red nipples) started my recently spent penis to start twitching again already. Naturally I blessed it. This definitely wasn�t going to be easy. This woman always demanded a good half a dozen orgasms before finishing with me, and she could be uncontrollably angry and violent when not provided with full, nay, exhaustive gratification. She stood before me a moment, posing: all intimidating black leather straps and studs and perfectly symmetrical flesh-pink lines and protuberances. Then she leaped onto the bed, scrambling on top of me and straddling my propped-up face. I looked up, past her flat belly and massive jutting breasts to see her beautiful face frowning sternly down at me. �Eat me, damn you,� she snarled, and simultaneously pulled my head up into her crotch and ground her hungry cunt down into my mouth. For a minute I couldn�t bring my lips and tongue to bear on her, as she buried my whole face in her pussy. Squirming back and forth over me from chin to nose and ear to ear, she ground her pelvis against my head: roughly rubbing herself off on me. With my hands tied I was unable to hold her in one position, so I merely endured, until at last she settled her slickly-shaven center over my open mouth. Nibbling with my lips at the tender flaps and folds of soft wet flesh, I was finally able to slide my tongue up into her. Darting it in and out, thrusting with it strongly, I got the response I was looking for. Grunting and groaning like a rutting beast, she pressed my face even deeper between her legs, barely allowing me leeway to breathe. Juices ran from her into my frantically working jaws, and once again she began rocking and rubbing, fucking my face and out-thrust tongue as if it were my elevated crotch and cock. This frenzy was maintained until she achieved at least two orgasms, and soon I was liberally smeared and soiled with her ejaculate. Then with hardly a pause she rose up just enough to swivel around, giving me a brief welcome whiff of freer air before once again squashing her crotch back down into my face. �Don�t stop, you bastard. Just because I want a taste of this disobedient little cock of yours is no excuse for you to let up. You owe me big-time after that ridiculously early ejaculation.� Then suddenly my straining prick was engulfed to the base in delicious wet warmth, as she dropped right down on it and slurped me in. Right away her voracious mouth went to work, establishing a sliding rhythmic suction that made it ever more difficult for me to concentrate on my own oral obligations. Bobbing urgently, my devourer left no doubt at all about how much she absolutely loved the taste and feel of a hard, sweetly leaking cock in her mouth. I could even hear her making savage grunts and other strange noises of pleasure as she gobbled me. Plunging it relentlessly in and out, she tongued it sucked it pumped it like a woman possessed. Squeezing the base of the shaft, roughly massaging my tingling testicles, she attacked my turgid genitalia with strong hands and lips that were both smooth and soft and hard and hot until I began to be afraid that I�d fail her again if she didn�t let up. I began thrashing in my bonds (as much as the ropes would permit, anyway, which was minimal), trying to hold off another explosion. And either my attacker perceived my impending crisis or my frantic work on her own swollen genitalia (combined with her abandoned Epicurean enjoyment of my ever-more-impressive erection) once again had the desired effect. Suddenly she quit her assault on my imperiled sex organs and sat back up. She arched her back, bringing her weight to bear once again directly on my helpless face. Pinching and rubbing her nipples, she engulfed my protruding tongue again and fucked that oral organ to another series of savagely screaming orgasms. At last her cries of pleasure ceased reverberating around the small cement cell, but as usual she showed no sign of being even close to finished using me. She climbed off my face and turned around, scowling down. Not a hint of gratitude or affection entered her fierce expression of implacable demand. Once again she straddled me, settling her weight atop my stomach this time. She leaned forward then and grabbed my head, pressing her big left breast into my face. �Suck me, damn you, deep and long, and don�t stop!� That hard, naturally conical nipple was forced past my lips, and the firm, springy flesh of that massive pink udder was squashed against me. Obediently I closed my mouth around that large, duct-nubbled arrowhead and started pulling at it feverishly. Giving long, hard, deeply sustained sucks, I worked my cheeks with all my might, feeding on our need, consumed by our flaming mutual passion. My invader moaned in response, pressing my face against her quivering flesh and betraying the extent of her arousal. �Bite me!� she hissed. �Use your teeth and BITE ME!� Her moans changed to weird keening noises then as I nipped and nibbled, even chewed at her turgid nipples. Her crotch began to rub my stomach in an unconscious pumping rhythm. But then suddenly she pulled out. Rubbing that tender swollen tit-bud all over my face, she ground it against me and then slapped me about with the generous weight of those beautifully harnessed and out-thrust breasts. Then the other stiff nipple was forced between my lips, and the entire process repeated itself. Only this time I soon felt her left hand reach around behind her, and close on my still rigidly erect penis. Taunting me, she began to pump on it, humiliating me and forcing me to grovel beneath her. �Look at this stiff little prick! You disgusting man, you weak little shit! When are you going to fucking learn? You are here for my pleasure alone, got it? You are nothing but a toy, a magically animated dildo-tongue to use on my sainted cunt. The only life you ever experience is when I whimsically decide to turn you on and use you to get myself off. Otherwise you lie here forgotten in a closet, useless and static. You owe whatever brief periods of activity you have entirely to me! Therefore your only purpose while in use is to do what I say to do, when I say it. When I say to suck me, you suck me like crazy, like your very pathetic life depends on it! And if I feel like riding your puny excuse for a penis, you�d better stay rock hard erect until I�m damn good and finished. Of course, my sainted vagina is far too good for the likes of you� I think I�ll make you jerk yourself off instead. You�d probably prefer to abuse yourself than to fuck a real woman like me any day. Wouldn�t you? You can�t handle me, can you? You worthless piece of shit! You come all over yourself the minute I touch you! You disgust me, you fucking loser! And you love it, don�t you? You love having me up here rubbing your face in your ridiculous inadequacy! You�re so hard and hot right now you could explode! Admit it!� She squeezed my dick, ripping her nipple out of my mouth and smacking my already bruised face repeatedly, until at last I cried out the truth of what she said. �Yes I am! I�m weak! I�m a weak, worthless piece of shit. I�m not worthy to lick out your glorious bung! And so I masturbate! I lie alone in the dark here at night and play with myself. I can�t help it! Oh, God, I sit and play with myself shamelessly, wishing I was man enough to be loved by you!� Unmollified by my admission, she smacked me again, even harder. �That�s �Oh Goddess!� from now on!� she shrieked. �I�m the only deity around here. And I knew you were a shameless jerk-off the second I met you. That�s why I�ve imprisoned you here! Now!� My divine goddess reached up and untied my right wrist. �Show me what you do when you�re alone in your little cell, wishing you were worthy of me! Play with yourself!� Stricken with horror I shook my head, and then burst out with a torrent of pleading. �No, please!� I begged. �Don�t make me touch myself. Not right in front of you. It�s�it�s�it�s dirty. It�s bad.� She slapped me in response, even harder than before. �That�s right! And you�re a bad, dirty, shameful piece of shit! Now do it, you dirty little slut-boy!� Mortified I closed my eyes and reached down, taking my aching prick into my hand. But before I could begin abusing myself she smacked me yet again, this blow a surpassingly vicious crack across the cheek that brought a broken cry of torment from me. �Open your eyes and look me in the face while you do it, slut!� So I lay there and watched her watch me, suffering under her clearly expressed contempt, as I slowly began to fondle myself. Using my one freed hand I stroked my urgent erection, caressing it up and down, pinching the sensitive head and then pressing it down hard between my spread legs: holding it back-bent there until it burned for release. Then I let it pop back up so that I could squeeze and twist my tingling balls. At last I seized the pulsing, vein-wrapped shaft in the tightest possible grip and started pumping away. Harder, faster, I punched my cock at my crotch and then tried to yank it off on the backstroke, an accelerating succession of delicious abuse that I knew was destined to quickly succeed in milking me. Arms crossed under those magnificent breasts, my audience delivered a constant scathing critique of my shameful performance. Poised above me in mocking judgment of my weakness and perversity, she ridiculed my flushed face, panting breath, and the uncontrollable moans of arousal I continued to emit. Drowning in the bottomless contempt that filled her lovely face and flame-blue eyes, I felt myself growing even longer and harder, fatter and hotter than ever before, and I sped up my frantic rhythm to a pace that was downright maniacal. At last a cry like a knife blade ripped through my chest, and my second orgasm of the evening exploded out of me. Scattered small drops of semen sprayed everywhere, making up what they lacked in quantity with distance, velocity, and trajectory. Indeed, those expelling spasms were so forceful that scattered splatters hit my face and neck, as well as my belly, arm, and chest. Abysmally humiliated by how desperately the entire performance had turned me on, I could only pant and gasp for breath then, lying helpless in my bonds and wallowing in the scorn of my merciless captor. �Look at you,� she sneered, �with your own spew splattered all over your stupid face.� But her derision seemed to soften then, and suddenly she leaned forward and began to lick it off me. First my face and neck, then my chest and stomach she cleaned with her warm tongue, finally arriving at my limp and spent penis. Without a word she took it into her mouth, engulfing the entire thing and then sucking hard, pulling slowly back with tightly compressing lips in order to milk me of every last, scanty drop. Yet even when she�d swallowed that down, she didn�t even begin to quit. She continued to bob and suck and fellate my flaccid member, using every trick at her considerable disposal to will my erection back to life. Her expert technique was irresistible, and at last she had me thickening, swelling: throbbing once again in urgent readiness. Finally I was as rock-hard rigid ever in my life. �There,� she pronounced with smug satisfaction, giving it one last long slurp and then smacking her lips. �Now you should be able to last long enough to give me my due.� And amazingly she smiled at me, and at last climbed atop me. With those big pink breasts hanging just before my face, she straddled my elevated hips and made ready to mount me. Taking her sweet time, savoring the magic moment she�d been so long preparing us both for, she settled gracefully down toward my greedily upthrust organ until the pulsing head just kissed her dripping lips. She took a deep, shuddery breath, and then with a savage grunt of effort and intent she slammed her body down. That grunt became a feral cry as she brutally impaled herself; that initial penetration pierced her to the hilt. In a fraction of a second, I found my aching erection firmly seated as deeply inside a human body as it was possible to go. Her powerful vaginal muscles gripped my entire length, mimicking the tight clasp of her thighs on my hips, and without ceremony or delay my unbelievable lover threw her body into immediate motion. Still holding that rigid organ deep inside her, she began to lunge her lower body energetically back and forth. Leaning forward on her fists, pumping her muscular haunches like runaway machine, she rocked that deeply imbedded cock back and forth inside her with a single-minded frenzy that was breathtaking to behold � not to mention endure. Her dangling breasts flopped and bounced every which way, dancing before my face in a blur of fat fleshy globes and hard red nipples. Her throat was corded with effort, and her lovely face flushed pink with arousal. In full fucking career she blazed with passion like a blue giant sun. Her rich blond hair formed a shimmering corona as it flew wildly all about us, and her sapphire eyes shone like summertime Vega. All of her escalating erotic intensity was packed into that incandescent look, and I could barely dare to hold her gaze. Yet any attempt to divert my attention drew yet another face cracking slap. Bound to the low hard bed, pinned beneath a copulating goddess, I writhed with an indescribable mix of pain, shame, and unholy erotic transport. My physical, emotional, and psychological arousal as she worked our cock-link was transcendent, and only those previous orgasms kept me from spewing explosively again. Yet my impassioned lust seemed piffling compared to hers. Up and on, through a third string of successively more and more intense multiple orgasms, my gorgeous captor rode my securely restrained and elevated body like the paltry toy she�d said it was. She was so firmly embedded that there was none of the traditional in-out, in-out possible or necessary. Instead she just rocked that bone-like connecting spike harder and harder up against her sensitive g-spot in an incredible endless frenzy. How long it truly went on is anyone�s guess. But finally, after one last ultimate screaming crescendo, my flaming-hot sex goddess ejaculated explosively yet again, and then collapsed exhausted, sated at last. Still erect and unfulfilled, I was ordered to once again finish up the job myself. Obediently I did so, working my arm and cock until both felt ready to fall off. But finally I sobbed hard and shuddered all over and managed to produce a single small drop of pearly white, a last kiss of sweetness for my goddess to enjoy. Then I was left alone and aching in my tiny cell, free to gradually work loose my remaining bonds and then to wait, static and forgotten, for my next rare interval of use.