Our hero realizes that there are more than one way to catch a cunt and his victim learns, to her cost, that teasing can cut both ways!
A Predator's Diary: Part 5 - Pageant Prey II
(M/f, bj, tort, bondage, humil, assfuck)
****This is the fifth part of the series. The events follow directly after those of Part 4 - Pageant Prey I****
My eyes took a while to adjust to the dim lighting. The main event of the day having been completed, the support staff and the girls were busy wrapping up for the day. I could hear someone shouting instructions in the distance - perhaps a choreographer or stage manager who was fine tuning a particular ramp routine? Support staff milled around, carrying various items, or stood around waiting for others. Most were uniformed, making the two of us stand out. It was not long before we were noticed.
A middle-aged woman in what appeared to be a housekeeping apron pointed at us as she spoke to a male staff member. Only a few steps later, we were accosted by two uniformed guards. Before either could question us, Carl calmly took out a small ID card from his pocket. It wasn't the one that we were currently using. I couldn't get the name on the card, but the woman seemed to understand. She beckoned us to follow her. We were led through a maze of backstage areas, practice rooms and the like until we arrived in front of a door marked "Rani". I knew that Rani was one of the pageant participants. Was she our first pageant prey? Carl seemed to have forgotten I existed as gave him an inquiring glance. After a gentle knock, a female voice inside responded. The woman opened the door and held it open for us to pass through.
Inside, I found myself in the midst of a dazzle of neon pink and glittery bits. As I began to figure out that we were in a private dressing room, Carl was already seated beside Rani. "You seem to know your job, don't you Carl? Same can't be said about...what's his name now?"
"J-john." I was surprised at my own nervousness, but the female in front of me was nothing like the docile creatures I had encountered so far (with the exception of Riya of course). She oozed a certain sense of dominance that seeped through your skin. Perhaps it was the tone of her voice, or the lazy elegance of her demeanour. She certainly wasn't the prettiest of them all. She was certainly older than most of the other participants. Her face was angular, with a hooked nose framed by two hawk-like eyes that bore into your very soul. Her lips seemed to be perennially curled into a sneer that I doubted any male would find particularly attractive. She still had a desirable body at 34, with large but not voluptuous breasts that pushed against the satin fabric of her dressing gown. Her exposed legs suggested a history of sporting activity, as did her well-toned thighs and strong hips. I could understand why a man like Carl might be attracted to a female like her. But how do we deal with a target like her?
Carl motioned me with his eyes to stop my analysis and take a seat beside him. The woman, having learnt my name, paid me no more attention. Her eyes were fixated on Carl's face, and both seemed to be sizing each other up. The conversation began casually, as Carl explained that we had been sent by her father to ensure her security. She was, apparently, the daughter of a wealthy investment banker who had made some enemies with his shady dealings. Now the entire family lived like they were walking targets for whoever they had wronged. The last company her father had hired had walked out after some sort of nasty disagreement, the details of which both seemed to know but neither seemed inclined to discuss.
Rani took in the details Carl provided about our work before asking - "So many people around, how can you be sure one of them isn't trying to do a number on me?"
Carl seemed to anticipate the question. "We need to review your entire team Ma'am. Your design team, makeup team, dance and yoga people, everyone."
"Oh, you can leave out Stebin, my yoga guy. I've known him since high school. And then there's..." Rani began to list out the names of her close associates. Carl motioned me to take notes. Rani didn't seem to be too trusting, since out of her entire entourage of about 20 people, she trusted only five. The rest were open to vetting should we be so inclined. Again, Carl had me note down the details of all the staff. Of these 15, five were male and ten female. Once the list was complete, we assured her that we would accompany her to her hotel room and then begin our vetting there itself, since the majority of those accompanying her were staying nearby.
Some snacks later, we found ourselves following Rani's vehicles across the city. Finding myself alone with Carl, I finally popped the question that had been burning inside me. "Is she our target?"
Carl seemed to consider his answer for a moment, then replied, "Maybe."
"So...do we?"
"You do nothing until we get further instructions. Right now, you are her security detail. Act like it." Wondering how one acted like a bodyguard, I began to roll up my sleeves. Carl began to laugh. "I said security detail, not local goon!"
We arrived at the hotel. Carl asked me to stay in the car and note down which cars were being taken by which of her staff. He himself went ahead with Rani. Sitting in the parking lot outside the hotel, I did as Carl asked. There were three vehicles other than Rani's. The males - eight in all, appeared to be staying together, while the women were divided into two cars. One car appeared to be reserved for the makeup crew. The other car seemed to hold a mixed bag, and seemed destined to head for different locations based on the snippets of conversation that I could pick up.
Carl reappeared and I told him what I had found out. He nodded. I noticed that none of the cars had departed. He spoke to the drivers and soon all the staff had gathered around him. He motioned me to follow, and soon we were seated in what appeared to be one of the conference halls of the hotel. Carl and I moved to a smaller meeting room next door. Carl checked whether the room was soundproof and its occupants invisible to anyone outside. Satisfied, he told the staff members to come in one by one.
We already knew which ones we had to allow. The yoga teacher was first. After a couple of desultory remarks about spending their youth together, the woman was allowed to leave. Then came a couple of the male staff. Carl pretended to be tough with them, though at that point I couldn't understand why. As the entourage moved in and out one by one, I observed Carl's tone and nature of questions. Had he been a private investigator at some point? Soon, I was asking a few questions of my own, enjoying the fact that once more, I was in control and others were nervous about it.
Eventually, only the makeup crew were left. I heard car engines roar outside as the others left. Leaving out the prettiest and youngest girls for the last might have seemed suspicious, but Carl assured me that the makeup team came from a reputed company that had been hired at the last moment. So all the more reason to grill them.
The first girl to walk in appeared to be a blonde in her early twenties. Lanky and taller than average, she had nice B sized tits on an otherwise slim frame. Her hazel eyes reminded me of my first prey, especially as they appeared to be full of uncertainty at that moment. Carl asked her to lock the door, and then read out a list of possibly incriminating actions. I wondered how he knew so much about her. Soon, the girl was pleading in the exact words of my lover in the factory - "please Sir, I will do anything....I really need to keep this job...."
Carl motioned her to move closer to him. Standing up, he towered over her. Taking her hair in one hand, he gently stroked it, as if considering her pathetic predicament. Then, with a firm push, he caused her knees to buckle. The girl collapsed onto the carpet, her face now level with Carl's waist. "Please....not this. I can't...." Before she could finish, her head jerked back and struck the side of the meeting table as Carl's palm met her cheek. Too stunned to protest, Carl unzipped his pants, causing his large member to push against her nose. Taking a moment to rub some pre-cum over her features, he grabbed a fistful of her hair. The girl cried out, her open mouth an invitation that he did not decline. Her voice was again cut off, this time as Carl's dick pushed deep into her gullet.
The girl's eyes bulged and she began to frantically tap his thighs. Carl only pulled her in deeper, until her dirty blonde hair was mingling with his pubes and her face had begun to turn red. Giving me a sly look, Carl took a moment to enjoy the helpless cocksleeve before pulling out. The girl no longer uttered words, just a mix of pants, whimpers and cries. Carl raised his hand again, but the girl needed no further persuasion. Taking in big gulps of air, she took his prick in her hands and began to stroke it, buying her throat precious time. Time, however, was not on her side as another sharp whack to the back of her head caused her to sink down on his cock, her red lips taking in about half of his engorged member before she could stop herself.
Carl grabbed her blonde locks and pushed her all the way in, her chin resting against his balls. This time, he pulled out until only the head remained inside, before pushing all the way in again. The girl appeared to be in a daze, probably due to never having been used so roughly before. Carl closed his eyes in pleasure as he picked up pace, his hand moving her head like a large fleshlight. As her oral orifice was so brutally violated, the girl looked up at Carl, her eyes brimming with tears that soon began to flow and mix with the spit and precum around her lips. As Carl opened his eyes to adjust his grip on her hair, their eyes met and I could see the predator approaching a climax fueled by the warmth and helplessness of his prey.
Twisting her golden locks roughly in his hands, he began to fuck her face at a frantic pace, her eyes a blur as Carl began to produce loud grunts of pleasure. With a final animalistic shout, he pulled out of her hole and began to drop thick ropes of cum over her pretty features. Soon, her eyelashes, cheeks and lips were dripping with his cum. Balling his right hand into a fist, he landed a hard blow to her neck, causing the girl to fly backwards into the carpet. There, she lay, tears slowly mixing with the cum on her face as a purple patch appeared on her chin and neck.
"Mediocre." Carl's verdict on the creature he had reduced to a sobbing mess was cold and final. He motioned me to move her. "If you want sloppy seconds, go right ahead. But make sure the next girl doesn't see her while coming in. Alternatively, just keep her mouth shut." I dragged the girl under the table, such that she would not be visible to anyone except they came round to the far side of the room. Carl zipped up his pants, cleared the sweat off his brow and called the next girl in.
Perhaps because he was spent, or perhaps because he needed some girls to pass the "vetting," Carl asked some pretty standard questions. The girl answered and about ten minutes later, she left, blissfully unaware about her predecessor's fate. As the next girl opened the door, I saw our poor blonde coming out of her fuck-induced reverie. Seeing me, she was unsure of whether I was friend of predator. I took a tissue off the dispenser on the table and gave it to her as she lay at my feet. She wiped herself carefully before throwing it in an under-table bin. Assuming that I was trying to help her, she began to raise herself, her mouth opening to express something. I quickly corrected her assumption by giving her a sharp kick that caused her to fall over again. For a moment, I thought she would scream, but she only whimpered some more as she nursed the bruise on her neck.
Meanwhile, the third girl had also been sent off with only some tough questions. The fourth opened the door and walked in. This one had jet black hair that fell in straight lines to her waist. She had pretty eyes and a button nose that complemented her small and delicate pink lips. The company uniform swelled at just the right places to suggest at least 36C tits, a 26 inch waist and hips to match. She had clearly come in with the intention to mesmerize herself out of her predicament. After locking the door behind her, she walked up to Carl uninvited and stood at his feet, willing him to grab her waist and have his way with her.
My attention fully riveted on this nubile creature and her overtures, I didn't notice something slip past my legs. Before I knew, our blonde was bawling and gesticulating at the new girl. Carl gave me a disappointed look before standing up so he stood between the girls and the door. I rushed behind the fleeing cunt, but I need not have bothered. Despite seeing her rapist blocking her exit, the blonde decided to rush in anyway. As soon as she was within arm's reach, Carl landed a punch so hard I could swear I heard a crunch as the cunt went down cold. I reached her and began to drag her limp form back to where I had been seated.
Our new girl observed all of this, but did not move an inch - neither to help her colleague, nor to save herself. For a moment, I thought Carl would hit her too, and worried whether he might damage the goods before I had had a chance to sample them myself. Instead, he simply told her - "You saw too much, and you would realize that we can't let you leave. You can come willingly or...." he motioned with his hand in my direction, indicating a fate similar to that of the blonde. The girl nodded, still transfixed in place by what she had just witnessed. A few moments later, she was seated on the passed out blonde's ass under the table. For good measure, I restrained and gagged her with some rope that Carl rather surprisingly (and helpfully) had on hand.
We continued to clear girls until there were only two candidates left. Carl told me to tell the girls who'd been cleared that they should proceed to their hotel. If they were to ask about the others, I was to tell them that we would drop them off in our own car. I thought they would protest leaving about half their team behind. Surprisingly, they simply nodded and drove off into the night.
Returning to the conference hall, I found the two girls still waiting. They were both pretty, and I could see why Carl had left them for the last. Before they could swarm me with queries, Carl ushered me inside and asked me to fetch a large luggage trunk from the boot of the car. What all had Carl packed in our car anyway?
Looking around furtively in case someone saw a young man carrying an oversized steel trunk from his car into a meeting room that he hadn't booked and into which a stream of young women had gone in but not come out, I somehow lugged the steel hulk into the meeting room, receiving my fair share of quizzical stares from the two remaining girls. Thankfully, neither of them obstructed me or offered to help.
Once inside, I locked the door as Carl effortlessly picked up our sleeping beauty and dumped her unceremoniously into the trunk. The resultant thunk was the cue for our beauty in bondage to step in and somehow curl up beside her colleague. Carl slammed the trunk shut. Picking it up on one end, he asked me to pick up the other. Two minutes of intense luggage-based cardio later, the trunk was back in the car. Carl asked the girls to settle themselves in the back seat as he took the wheel and I sat beside him. Before we pulled out though, the security guard hailed us to stop. Carl reached into the glovebox and pulled out a fat wad of cash. As the guard stood counting the money, we drove off.
The girls had probably assumed that we would drop them off at their hotel, perhaps because it was already late and the vetting would continue tomorrow. As we took a different turn, the girls exchanged confused glances. They became increasingly agitated and began to question us about where we were going. I noticed one of the girls fiddling with her phone. Carl indicated with his eyes that what I needed to get the cunts to stop their escape attempt was in the glovebox as well. Sure enough, I found a loaded gun inside. Rotating myself, I pointed the gun at the surprised girls and asked them to drop their phones into the coffee holder. I maintained this position until I felt the car slowing down in a poorly lit alley. The girls were asked to step out, and Carl proceeded to give them the same injection that he had given the girl in the dumpster hours ago.
In fact, I realized that we were back at the eatery, now empty in the dead of the night. Carl hauled one cunt over his shoulder and I picked up the other one. Opening the boot and then the trunk, I briefly saw our tied up beauty's eyes widen as another of her colleagues came crashing down on top of her and the blonde. Before I could unburden myself, Carl coolly pointed out that there wasn't space for a fourth girl. Instead, I would have to sit in the back seat with her across my lap. Feeling her soft asscheeks press against my head as I carried her limp form, I felt that this might as well be a better option than riding shotgun.
Before I could take my position however, Carl asked me to check the dumpster. Dumping the sleeping girl into the back seat, I headed to the dumpster. Upon opening it, I saw the girl was still there, and staring at me with a mix of fear and apprehension. Apparently people had been using the dumpster without knowing of its complete contents, and she had collected a fair bit of trash. It was my unenviable task to carry her bound and stinking form to the car, where she was also added to the amenities available to the back seat passenger, much to my utter disgust.
Thankfully, the ride with the two beauties crammed into my lap proved to be a short one. We arrived back at our hotel via a rear alley, and I found DJ waiting for us at the back entrance. As I struggled to extricate myself with my two unwilling co-passengers, DJ motioned me towards to large suitcases. In the nearly nonexistent light of the back alley, I found myself shoving the girls into the two suitcases. Just as I was zipping up the suitcases and ensuring that there was sufficient air supply, another car pulled up.
I still had the gun on me, but DJ motioned me to stay calm. Two men stepped out of the car with Mickey in tow. Opening the boot, they took out the trunk and inspected the girls inside. They then checked the suitcases. Eventually, one of them chose the one with the dumpster cunt in it, and packed it into their own boot before driving off.
"I thought you fucked and whacked her, and the boss only prefers fresh meat." I told Carl as we lugged the remaining girls to our rooms. "Whoever said I fucked her? I only removed her clothes so she would look like a raped little bitch. Nobody wants sloppy seconds, especially when there's risk of being discovered. Not even you!" It was true, I had not taken up his offer of trying out the blonde's orifices.
Once inside our rooms, we split up the girls based on our preferences. Carl, his damning verdict of the blonde notwithstanding, chose to go with her. DJ and Mickey chose the two girls we'd knocked out next to the eatery. I got the curvy longhaired girl. As we moved to our rooms, I saw Carl strip the clothes off the blonde and handcuff her to his hand. He then dragged himself and his bound companion to his bed before pulling in the sheets, pulling in the blonde until she lay snug against him, their cuffed hands wrapped around her soft tits. Anyone looking in would probably see a young living couple wrapped in each other's arms, their naked passion spent for the night. If only they knew!
For my part though, I wasn't yet ready to sleep. My girl was awake, and appeared to have a million questions. Carrying her to my own bed, I used her ropes to tie her hands to the bedpost before getting ready for bed. Once ready, my thoughts went to Riya, and DJ's cryptic message at the time of our parting. He had said nothing about what she would be required to do. I hoped she was still alive and well.
Returning to my bed, I grabbed a pair of scissors and lay down beside her. The company's uniform comprised of a tank top coupled with track pants. Taking the girl in my arms, I gently stroked her hair, the scissor in my hand running along her pretty features. She quivered at its touch, but did not try to pull herself away. Pulling the gag from her mouth, I moved my mouth close to hers and pressed her lips into a passionate kiss. She was a willing companion to my rough kiss, her tongue darting out and playing with mine without any prompting. As we kissed, I felt her soft form tremble underneath me. There was fear, of course, but along with it, a suppressed passion that I had first seen in the meeting room.
Breaking away from her kiss, I asked her name. "Neha" she replied, her eyes locked onto mine, trying to get the measure of my intentions.
Taking the scissors off her face, I ran them down her beck, causing her to gulp involuntarily as the sharp edges passed her vital arteries. Moving down, I reached her chest and located her heart. Her eyes widened as I raised the scissors. My had came down on her chest as she let out a sharp yelp that was cut short as she realized that the knife was hovering a couple of inches above her chest. The expression of pure despair in her eyes was one to behold. I soaked it in as I let out a short laugh before casually nicking the top of her left tit with the scissor. She inhaled sharply as pain flashed through her. We both watched the shallow wound slowly fill up with blood, releasing a trickle I lowered my mouth to her chest to enjoy.
She was truly scared of the scissors by now. Her eyes remained transfixed on its blades as I continued to run them all over her chest, threatening further cuts but only teasing her, for now at least. Taking hold of the middle of her top, I dug the scissors into her, snipping away at her uniform and her modesty. She appeared to have anticipated being stripped, but the movement of the scissors kept her on edge, her eyes leaving the blade on her tits only briefly to catch a glance of my hungry expression. I continued to cut, moving up the mountains of tit flesh before descending down into the plains of her midsection. Before long, her top came apart, revealing a pair of juicy tits bound by a sports bra.
"Your tits do deserve a workout, but not in these!" I laughed as I caught a glimpse of embarrassment colouring her cheeks. Taking my scissors, I dug the blades deep into her cleavage before pushing them down into the soft fabric. A couple of snips later, her bra surrendered two large and heavy fruits to my hungry hands. Grabbing one tit in my free hand, I dug my fingers into the delicate flesh until my fingertips disappeaed into her tit. The girl let out a sharp moan. Letting go, I admired the finger marks that I had produced on the pristine white flesh.
"You didn't seem so scared when you walked up to my bud in the hotel..." She stayed silent.
I placed the tip of the scissor on her left nipple. The cold metal caused her brown nipple to harden till it was the size of a large pencil eraser.
"You seemed to be mesmerized by his hot bod. You wanted to fuck him didn't you?" Her pulse continued to quicken but no reply was forthcoming. I moved the scissor so one blade was gently rubbing against her nipple. The sensations caused her to quiver, her body trying its hardest to avoid the blade but too scared to actually make any move.
I shifted my metallic torture weapon again so that her little bud nestled in the arch between the two sharp blades. "You wanted to be his little bitch didn't you?"
As the blades began to dig into her nipple, she finally found her voice - "Yes, yes I wanted to be his little bitch. I wanted to fuck him."
"You wanted to fuck him despite what he did to blondie? You didn't care what he would do to you did you?" The pressure on her nipples increased a little.
"Yes, I didn't care. She was already fucked wasn't she? I just want to be fucked hard."
"What does that make you?"
For a moment, there was silence as her mind raced to find the appropriate word to demean herself. "Slut! Whore! Stupid bitch!"
"And what do sluts need?"
"To be fucked hard. Please, fuck me hard. Fuck me senseless like that girl over there. I'll make you happy, I promise."
The desperation in her voice, coupled with the way she was humiliating herself for my pleasure, made me realize that this bitch needed to be fucked hard. Ripping off her ruined clothes and pulling down her track pants and panties, I undid her bonds and her splayed out naked on my bed within a minute. Her arms still bound to the bedpost, the girl made no pretensions to modesty anymore. She spread her legs and waited for the inevitable incoming fucking.
Removing my clothes, I dived in, my dick placing itself at the tip of her labia as my face landed in between the pillows on her chest. The air knocked out of her, she took a moment to adjust to my weight. By the time she managed to do so, I was already pushing into her fuckhole. Unlike some of my previous prey, this one appeared more experienced and prepared, her body adjusting itself as I pushed in farther. She was already wet, the tense scissor-play apparently having aroused her as much as it had aroused me. My dick slid in without any hindrance until I was buried to the hilt. My mouth was sucking and chomping at her promiscuous boobs, leaving wet red marks all over her flesh.
Wrapping my arms around her, I began to slowly move in and out of her cunt, the rhythm of my fuck matching with the pace at which I sucked her nipples. Once more, the world was quiet and it was dark, but instead of pounding a scared and unwilling cunt, I felt Neha pushing back against my dick, keeping up with my rhythm as she sought her own release. The tempo of our fuck grew, our bodies entwined in a warm embrace, my mind only registering the slamming of my dick into her warm wet hole, the sound of her moans, the heat and softness of her warm mounds.
Raising myself from her love pillows, I grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed down hard as I continued to increase the speed of my strokes. A long moan exited her sexy lips, the surprise in her eyes mellowed by the pangs of arousal that each stroke, each bite and each squeeze were sending up and down her slutty body. As I squeezed down harder, she began to make short yelps as my fingers kneaded her meat and my dick pushed her cunt to its limits.
"Enjoying yourself slut?"
"Yess....please, please fuck harder. Please hurt this cunt's tits.... please fuck me harder...." Her eyes were locked onto mine, a mix of desperation and submission filling them. I grabbed her tits harder, using them as handles to pull myself into her. With each thrust, she expressed more of her desire to be fucked, to fulfil my every desire. Suddenly, I felt her break our rhythm as my dick was drowned in waves of her orgasm, her eyes rolling up and her mouth emitting a long moan that I was sure the whole hotel would have heard. The sharp throbbing of her body sent me over the edge, causing me to dump my load deep inside her with a feral shout that proclaimed by victory over yet another slutty cunt.
"Keep it down" a gruff sleepy voice reminded me that I was not alone with my partner in the room. Nodding in his general direction, I considered whether I should call it a night. Neha clearly thought we were done, since she asked, "Can you untie me please? It really hurts to be fucked in this position." I took the scissors and removed the ties that had held her to the bedpost. Now completely free, she curled up on one side of the bed, expecting me to join her as Carl had with the blonde.
But I wasn't spent yet. Grabbing her by her hips, I moved her till she was lying on her face. Grabbing her hair, I raised her up to a kneeling position, making her offer her pretty ass to me. A sharp moan escaped her lips as I landed my palm hard on her plum ass cheek. A red mark appeared. She understood that we were not yet done, and dutifully spread her legs until her asshole was clearly visible above her used cunt dripping with my cum.
I needed some lubrication, but all I had was my own cum mixed with her cunt juices. Dipping my dick into her cunt again made her believe that I would fuck her more conventional hole a second time. But this time, I pulled out and placed my dickhead on her ass, taking aim for the little brown bud. Grabbing both ass cheeks, I pulled them apart until her shitter was well-exposed. My dick had already hardened, prepared to claim another warm tight prize.
Without giving her any warning, I began to press against her asshole with my tool, causing the tip to disappear slowly as I encountered substantial resistance from her unprepared anus. Instead of the moans of an experienced slut, Neha's reaction was one of pure disbelief. She had evidently not been taken in the rear before, and she tried to move her hips away. This annoyed me, and I used my hands to liberally distribute red marks over her ass, thighs and lower back. My dickhead, partially wedged in her asshole, however, remained in place.
Once she realized that she would be thrashed until she complied, she quieted down and began to gently plead for me to take her cunt again. Laughing at her, I began to push harder against her ass, causing her sphincter to give way, allowing me to push in further and further. Eventually, about half my shaft was buried in her ass, the warm tightness engulfing my cock as Neha's pleas turned to pained sobs. I pulled out slightly, her ass muscles desperately hoping that this would be the end of their nightmare. With just the tip still inside, I slammed in hard, this time burying more of my dick inside her. Neha produced a pained yelp, before resuming her pleas with greater vigour. Yet I was in bliss, the unbelievable tightness of her ass gripping my dick like a glove. But Carl was getting irritated again.
"Your crying won't help you Neha. If you want this to end, you have to enjoy it." My sadistic words fell hard on her.
"Please take it out. Fuck me in my cunt, in my mouth, anywhere else. Please not there. It hurts really bad."
"That's the point cunt. It's not all pleasure now is it? But I'll try to make it quick if you say you're enjoying it."
"What? No, why would I...." her voice trailed off as she recalled her slutty words earlier in our fuckfest. I held my position as I waited for her resistance to break. It didn't take long.
"Uh...please, fuck me in the ass. This slut needs to be fucked in the ass. But please be gentle!"
Her pleading was causing my cock to throb inside her ass. Grabbing her ass, I pulled out again before plunging harder into her. This time, the entire shaft went in. Neha, having been forced to express consent, stuck to yelps and whimpers as I began to pull in and out of her ass. Reaching for her hair, I grabbed it in one hand and used it to pull her onto my cock, forcing her to fuck me. With my free hand, I groped the large jugs bouncing under her chest, squeezing them hard as I increased my speed. She no longer had time to respond to each stroke, the increasing speed of my fucking turning her moans into a stream of whines whose monotony was broken only by the slaps resounding off her back.
Pulling her hair, I made her rise until she was kneeling, her head close to mine. Not letting go of her hair, I continued to pummel her ass as I reached for her exposed neck and bit down deep on it. I felt my teeth go through her skin, filling my mouth with a salty taste. The feeling of her soft flesh surrendering to my bite combined with the tightness of her ass caused me to go over the edge for the second time. I removed my mouth from her neck, leaving a large red mark. My dick slowly slipped out from her ass crack as I let go of her hair. The girl, utterly defeated, collapsed onto the bed and continued to sob, her hands covering her abused asshole for fear that I might want to go for another round.
But this time, I was well and truly spent. Taking some of the rope that had been used to bind her, I tied one hand to the bedpost and the other to mine, ensuring that any move she might make would wake me up. Not that she seemed to be in any shape to try and escape her captor. I adjusted the tired girl against myself so that my cock was nestled between her legs and our hands lay across the substantial mounds of her chest. Reaching for the covers, I pulled them on before resuming this position, replicating in a way the position of supposed romantic intimacy that Carl had assumed when he and the blonde had gone to bed. Thus wrapped around my latest rapetoy, I drifted off to sleep.
My sleep was broken by the shifting of our bodies. As I tried to open my eyes, I felt something warm engulf my dick, which instantly returned to its peak rigidity. I felt warm air on my pubes as the wet warmth covered my dick again, drawing more of it deeper in. Soft hands grabbed my balls, cupping and stroking them as the warm presence receded and returned periodically. Occassionally, there would be a pause filled with quick flicks of flesh on the tip of my dick that sent me closer and closer to the edge. Still not ready to open my eyes lest it turn out to be a dream, I reached out to my groin and found soft locks of hair that were not mine. Grabbing onto them, I pushed down harder, engulfing my penis in the soft velvety warmth. Maintaining my grip, I nudged the head to move faster. It complied, drawing my dick into an even tighter embrace as the hands on my balls began stroking vigorously. Feeling my orgasm approaching, I grabbed the head and pushed it deep onto my dick, feeling my dick push past the warm orifice and into a tighter tunnel. The hands squeezed hard on my balls, causing me to erupt.
"Ahh....Neha, you're good!" I moaned as I finally opened my eyes. To my surprise, locked onto my dick was the blonde that Carl had dozed off with. Her left hand was cuffed to the end of the bed, and her bloodshot eyes suggested that she had had spent more time being fucked during the night than what their position had suggested.
"She still hasn't washed her mouth. So you know what it is..." Carl remarked from across the room. I saw him laying on his bed, Neha squatting over him and bouncing on his thick member. "We boys always share our toys. That way you have more variety eh bitch?" A hard slap echoed across the room as Neha's head snapped to one side. "Yes....more variety means more fun. And sluts always want more fun!" Typical Neha, debasing herself as usual!
If the blonde had not been gagged by my cock, I felt that she would have had some opinion on Neha's rampant sluttiness. But all she did was shoot her colleague a sharp glance before looking at me with expectant eyes. A part of me wanted to explore her other holes - sloppy seconds be damned. Yet a part of me was also wondering what the day had in store for us. Raising myself, I saw Carl shift positions to take Neha in the ass. Unlike the frantic struggles that I had received, the slut simply accepted his member without complaint. Carl tossed me the key to her handcuff.
Unlocking the blonde, I waited for her to make any move. She simply stood up and headed towards the bathroom, turning on the tap to brush her teeth. I followed her. Turning on the shower, I waited until she was done before pulling her close to me, our bodies soon entwined as the water washed away all proof of our previous sexual encounters. Wiping her wet hair from her face, I dived into the freshly cleaned oral hole, my tongue exploring the warmth as water flowed over us. She did not resist, perhaps welcoming the gentle gestures after the rough fucking that Carl surely had given her. As we kissed, my hands travelled down her waist and down to her hips, softly kneading the wet flesh as she ran her own hands down my back.
My hands reached the warm area between her legs and I pushed one finger into her ass. It went in without any hindrance, the water providing adequate lubrication. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I motioned her to wrap her legs around my hips. Wet as we were, she still succeeded. Placing her against the bathroom fittings, I adjusted myself until I felt my dick dive deep into the warm cunt. The girl moaned, her legs wrapping my hips like a vice as her hands held onto my back. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her.
The water splashed over our warm bodies, complementing the heat rising inside them. I kneaded her soft waist and ass hard as I pulled her onto myself again and again. She locked my lips in another kiss, her passionate feminine lips sucking hungrily on mine as I continued to plow her cunt. Our moans of pleasure, with the gentle flow of water as the background score, filled the bathroom as I felt my orgasm start to build. Diving into her neck, I kissed and licked at her wet flesh as she kissed my earlobes and whispered "fuck me..." into my ear. I felt myself explode inside her, our bodies interlocked in a passionate embrace as the water continued to wash over us. We remained in this position for what felt like an eternity, enjoying our mutual shower.
Our blissful coexistence was interrupted by a female voice. "Carl politely wishes to know whether you want him...er-us...to join you in the shower?" The blonde raised her head from my chest and silently shook her head, a look of fear covering her pretty features. I stroked her wet hair and turned off the shower. Motioning her to get off, I asked her to complete her bath as I relieved myself. Following another inquiry - this time by Carl himself - I washed up quickly and followed the blonde out of the bathroom.
"So you don't want us to join you? Ah, eventually you will!" Carl's smirk told me he would eventually get his way. "Anyway, enough dilly-dallying, we have a big day today."
"Big day?"
"Yes, the first of the elimination rounds happens today, and you know what that means!" I didn't, and looked at the girls, who looked equally confused. Carl laughed again.