An incident causes intense tension between the unusual housemates, leading to questions and an attempt to put things right.
It was obvious Shamima found the examination extremely embarrassing, squeezing my hand tightly at every movement and grunt the doctor made as he found and removed all the stitches in her bowels. After ordering her to strip and get on all fours on the bed, he had inserted a strange device like a tiny butt plug, barely a few centimetres long, into her asshole making her plead with me to hold her hand as he worked. I sat on the bed next to her, her hand finding mine and gripping tightly as he started to twist the centre stem, her whimpers telling me that it was spreading with each turn and forcing her tight hole open, before locking it at a 4 inch diameter.
A wince and a whimper accompany every snip and removal of a stitch in her anal cavity, the doctor dumping each one into a plastic dish before moving on to the next one. It seems to last for hours but, in truth, it is really only about 10 minutes until he grunts in approval and drops the last stitch with its fellows before retracting and removing the plug device, much to Shamima’s relief.
“I’d stay still for a minute to let your muscles recover.” He tells her sternly before turning to me. “if I may have a word...”
I nod and follow him to the edge of the doorway where he produces a small, clear glass spray bottle filled with an equally clear liquid
“You sound a bit stuffy, this should clear it. If I may...”
Without warning he sprays the liquid in my face twice, making me jump back as my vision swims slightly. Shaking my head, I start to feel horny, really horny, my cock rock hard in seconds and poking out of my dressing gown. The doctor chuckles and turns me by the shoulders to face the bed, Shamima’s pussy and asshole winking invitingly at me, my cock twitching with anticipation.
“Just look at that tight asshole just waiting for you...” he says loudly, a look of fear washes over her face at his words. “why don’t you take it.”
With a growl I approach the bed, my movements quick but strangely controlled, Shamima looks at me with terror filled eyes. “Please, no.” She begs but I ignore her, my dressing gown quickly discarded, my mind solely focused on her tight, puckered starfish and the hunger of slamming my hard shaft deep inside it. I climb onto the bed, my eyes fixed on her twitching entrance, barely hearing her pleas as I steadily get closer.
Her flight instinct kicks in and Shamima makes a dash forwards, hoping to escape me but I’m faster, my hands grabbing the font of her thighs, just under her hips, and pulling her back sharply with a scream, my throbbing manhood sliding along her ass crack. I grab the back of her neck with my left hand, forcing her head into the sheets as the right encircles her waist, yanking her ass up into the air, pulling her own garment forcefully from her body and throwing it away. Not caring where it’s come from and holding her forcefully in place by the back of her neck, I grab the bottle of lube I spot on the bed next to us and squirt it directly onto her anus, adding a line to my pulsing dick, smearing it along and around it’s length. Aiming it at her sweet spot I press it firmly to her brown entrance, pushing hard, but she clenches her muscles, stopping me from entering her. With a snarl of frustration I sucker punch her in the back of her head just hard enough to break her concentration and allow my cockhead to force it’s way in, her scream echoing around the room as I push my entire length deep inside, only stopping when I’m buried to the hilt with Shamima thrashing beneath me, howling in agony.
Without waiting for her to adjust, I start to thrust, hard and deep into that tight ring of muscle as it squeezes my shaft trying to push me out. I dig my fingers into her neck and hip as I pound her mercilessly, each thrust making her scream louder, tears streaming from her eyes as I assault her brutally, my mind only thinking of filling her bowels with cock and cum.
“No! No! No! Stop it! No! No! Noooooooooooooo!” she pleads as my pace increases, her hands white knuckling the sheets as she tries to dislodge me by thrashing harder but my grip is too tight, anchoring her in place. As a last ditch attempt she tries to hit me with her right hand, swinging awkwardly at me. I catch it at the wrist and force it up her back, twisting her arm painfully as I continue ramming my man meat inside her, making her scream even louder.
Just as in the hospital I have no conscious control, my mind filled purely with animalistic lust, my body refusing to follow any command to stop I manage to muster. Seeing the way Shamima is biting down on the sheet in agony spurs me on further, the spreading damp patch of her drool makes me think of the semen I’m barrelling towards shooting in her warm, tight anus. “Fuck! Ass!” quickly becomes my mantra, the words coming quickly in time with my ever increasing thrusts until the words merge into “F’kass!” as I hit my vinegar strokes. With Shamima quivering in tears in front of me, her eyes tightly shut, I feel my seed rising and fuck her mercilessly, roaring towards my inevitable release. With a final howl I slam myself all the way into her asshole, pumping my thick, white load in huge spurts as Shamima wails in terror, looking back at me, my spunk filling her and the fear making her shake uncontrollably.
“Please... just let me go.” Her voice barely a whisper as I finally release her arm and neck, grunting in satisfaction but making no move to pull out. Unlike the events in the hospital, this time my climax does not make me come to my senses. Instead, my lust grows, her pleas stirring my still pulsing cock buried deep in her ass as my befuddled, animalistic mind relishes in the power I have over her. Lowering myself on top of her I force us both onto the mattress, placing my legs outside hers and pushing them closed between mine, making her asshole tighten around my shaft, my head next to hers and my mouth by her ear.
“Please... no more.” She shivers as I chuckle into her ear. “Fuck bitch ass.” I growl, pulling out until just my cockhead is inside then thrusting forwards hard, slamming my cock into her. “No...” she sobs as I continue fucking her asshole in single, hard thrusts, repeating my words with each one. “Why... why are you doing this to me?”
Why indeed? That was a question my mind would run over again and again in the near future. Why was my body violating hers under the control of a fully awakened animal mind? what caused this abrupt change in my behaviour? If I wanted to fuck her in the ass all I had to do was say and she would be compelled to comply by the terms of our contract, there was no reason to suddenly take her by force like this. What was the reason? The doctor and whatever he sprayed in my face? (He was long gone by now) What was the point? Why would the government need me to attack her like this? It just didn’t make sense.
The only thought running through my mind at this point was to continue to ravage Shamima’s rear entrance, my movements becoming faster and more brutal, the need to fill her with another cum load burning like a white hot fire inside me, her wails and protests merely serving to stoke that fire. Her body judders with each powerful slam as my seed grows once again, the tightness of her anus and the warmth of her bowels inviting me to add more of my own to the mix. Again my orgasm roars towards me, my cock swelling and forcing my second deep within her, she cries out in fear and disgust with each spurt. I collapse on top of her, panting heavily as she squirms and wriggles, trying to get free.
“Get off me! Get off me! Get off me! Get off meeeeeeee!” she heaves, sobbing loudly as she tries to dislodge me. “I can’t take any more!”. She freezes when I laugh, a sneering evil laugh that makes even my own blood run cold. I pull out, just as hard and fast as I entered, pain fills the accompanying scream from Shamima. I cross my arms, grabbing her ankles and flipping her onto her back, She tries to kick me but a quick backhand the face kills any fight left in her. Lifting her legs open and up I take a moment to admire my handiwork, her asshole a gaping, red rimmed, angry void smeared with lube and semen. Pushing her ankles back towards her head with one hand I line my dick up to her hole, her eyes wide and pleading. “We’re not done, bitch.” I state coldly before thrusting my erect shaft back into her swollen ass, the last remaining hope in her eyes disappearing as I start to brutalise her again, forcing her legs back further to deepen the penetration. She stays silent this time, disbelief on her face as I pound her for a third time, fresh tears running down her cheeks. For some reason I go to kiss her but she turns her head away, so I bite her cheek hard enough to draw blood and a shriek of pain. Chuckling at her distress I slam her harder and harder, not caring for her tears and sobs as my balls tighten again, ready to flood her bowels once more and pushing me to those final quick but punishingly hard thrusts.
Filling her with a third load I pull out and release her legs, Shamima rolling onto her side in a foetal position, sobbing loudly. Although my lust is satisfied my mind still hasn’t cleared, watching her shaking and jerking as she cries does nothing to ignite sympathy for her, though it does create the temptation to take her again, one that I’m too exhausted to act upon despite the inviting river of semen dripping from her open asshole. In a final act of viciousness I grab her hair and pull her head up, slipping the collar around her neck and closing it swiftly. Letting go of her hair and turning, I walk out of the room as she looks after me, her face a picture of pain and betrayal.
Quite obviously, this incident had a major negative effect on our situation. We avoided each other as much as possible, me through guilt and shame, her through uncertainty and fear. Though we still had sex, it dropped to the enforced twice a day set up with Shamima walking into the lounge in just a t shirt, sitting on my lap, grinding her ass on my cock until I was hard and she was wet enough for penetration before riding me hard until I came, then heading back to her room with no words spoken between us. Any attempt to touch her during this simple get-me-off-as-quick-as-possible fuck would result in my hands being firmly held on the cushion of the sofa until it was over, I gave up trying after the fourth attempt. Bedtime became a simple matter of me walking into her room, Shamima raising her head enough for me to slip on the collar with ease and leave, no words, no gestures, nothing.
It came to a head three weeks later, the robotic nature of our intimate moments making me yearn enough for how it used to be to spur me into facing the matter. My original plan was to knock, walk in and just tell her everything about that incident, how I had no control after the doctor sprayed me in the face, that I couldn’t stop myself. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t.
Her room is empty, the sound of the shower running comes from the ensuite and I lose my nerve, thinking that her walking out of the shower to find me in her personal sanctuary unannounced might wreck things further. As I turn to leave I spot her diary on the bed, lay open as if she was writing it before deciding to bathe. I shouldn’t I know but I can’t help peeking, looking through the last few pages, surprised to find them written in English rather than Arabic. The expected questions about what happened are there, written in a swooping, feminine style, odd little hearts as the dots of the “i” in my name every time it appears, “why did Liam do it?”, “did I do wrong?”, “did the doctor make him do it somehow, did he spray Liam with something?”, I could go on. The last entry, penned just a few minutes ago, stuns me, “I just want to trust him again, I miss the closeness, the feeling of my pussy quivering around his shaft when I climax, but every time I ride him now I’m too scared to let it happen. I just want to feel his tender touch, my heart sings for it like I’m in love. If only I could cum on his cock again, to see the fire in his eyes for me as he fills me with spunk, I might be able to let the incident go.” It spurs me into a new plan, one that might just set things right.
Shamima is sat on my lap, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my load when I make my move that evening. As she moves to stand I grab her hips firmly, holding her on my dick. “Please let me go.” Her first words in three weeks to me are my cue to start moving her, to make her ride me more. Reluctantly she complies, sighing heavily as she slides her tight hole along my shaft. “Why are you doing this?” she asks flatly but I can hear just a hint of desire in her tone, her pussy twitching around me.
“Because you need to cum,” I say softly, moving her faster, my grip tight yet gentle. “I know you yearn for it, so do it, take control and orgasm like you want to.”
“I... I need to see your eyes.” She says softly with a sigh, “I have to see you’re normal to relax enough to make it happen.”
“OK.” I release her, allowing her to stand, turn around, shed her t shirt and straddle me with her knees either side of my hips. As she aims my cockhead to her entrance and prepares to take me inside her my eyes are naturally drawn to her firm breasts (I haven’t seen them for three weeks) and with a loud huff she pauses. “You have to look in my eyes for this to work.”
“I’ll have to hide them from view, may I?” I state softly, raising my hands and hovering them close to her tantalising mounds. She nods slowly and I gently take one in each hand, her hard nipples digging into my palms. I squeeze them slightly, raising my eyes to hers and groaning involuntarily as she slides down my shaft, a gasp of pleasure escapes her lips. She starts to rock her hips, her pace slow but firm, grinding her clit on my crotch and angling her hips to make my shaft rub against her g spot.
Our eyes locked, we gaze at each other as she gradually sets a steady pace, my fingers teasing the firm flesh of her tits in time, her nipples growing harder and digging deeper into my hands as her pussy muscles clench and squeeze my manhood, trying to feel every millimetre as it moves within her. Her pants meet my groans as a familiar fire builds within us, her body starting to twitch with involuntary spasms as my cock pulses, my balls swelling with the new load I’m close to releasing deep inside. Her pants become moans, then wails, she looks as if she is about to burst into tears as the twitches increase, her love tunnel fluttering wildly around my throbbing, invading cock.
“Liam... I’m going to... I’m... I’m...” her voice drifting off as her pussy quivers on me.
“Do it...” I whisper. “Let go and cum for me.”
With a final rock she buries my dick all the way inside and orgasms, gripping my shoulders tightly, screaming as her body convulses, her pussy trembling around my shaft, pushing me to release my thick semen directly into her womb. Our eyes remain locked until she throws her head back as the last large wave of bliss washes over her with a loud scream before she buries her face into the crook of my neck, her body quivering and heaving with aftershocks, my cock twitching with the final spasms of my own euphoria within her.
I feel the wetness of her tears against my skin as her heaves turn to sobs and I wrap my arms around her, her own tightening around the back of my neck, pulling her face deeper into it. I hold her gently as she cries, only releasing when she pulls back, her red rimmed eyes meeting mine, almost dry streaks down her cheeks.
“Thank you.” She whispers, leaning her head on my shoulder as we sit quietly, our sweaty bodies still intimately entwined.