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Young slut hard bound. Part 1.

 
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Young slut hard bound. Part 1.Up until that point in my life I had never been afraid of a man. But here I was completely helpless and at the mercy of a man who had yet to show he had any. He had strapped me down to a bench just long enough to run the length of my torso leaving my head completely free and my ass and cunt totally accessible. There was a wide leather strap encircling my waist and wrapped under the bench hold me fast. It reminded me of a weightlifting belt that I saw the guys in gym class using. with three rows of holes to fit the buckle fingers into. There was another smaller strap over my upper body holding me flat to the bench and keeping me from lifting up as he pulled my arms unmercifully towards the ceiling. He had tied my hands behind me hours before in what I thought would be a fun game but nine hours later there was a rope attached to the ceiling hoisting my hands skyward and twisting my shoulders to a frighteningly painful position. My legs were strapped to the legs of the bench with what felt like the same straps as was over my upper body. While my feet remained zipped into a pair of six inch high heeled boots but unsecured to the bench.I don't really know how long he had been out of the room but I was both nervous and hopeful when he returned. Maybe he would untie me. Or, maybe he would....smaaackkk!! The first stroke of his belt across my ass came without warning and was more numbing than painful and I gasped more in shock than anything else. But like spicy food the more strokes that came down the more painful it became and I lost count while screaming into the gag of my own panties and duct tape he had secure in me just a few minutes after tying my hands nine hours earlier. The tears streamed down my face and the belt kept blistering my upper legs and cheeks. Finally I heard him yell, Forty Five with one to grow on! Then he walked in from of my trembling, sniffling self and smiled before thanking me for taking his birthday "whoopin'" for him. I could barely breathe for all the snot my crying had produced and my mouth mostly sealed shut and fortunately he noticed and showed me the first sign of compassion by removing the gag. I dared not scream out because I was afraid of what he might do if I did. He walked slowly back behind me and I braced for another round of "whoopin'" but it didn't come. Just his hand rubbing my swollen ass and his comments that I wouldn't be able to sit for a month. Then he said, shit, by then I'll have beaten it worse so make it a year! But you know what baby? Suck this dick right and I might untie you tonight. I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and welcome his cock in my throat. I was good at it and I loved big dick in my throat so I was confident I could make him happy that way. He began to push himself deep down my esophagus and slowly stroked it in and out. Once he saw I could handle it he picked up the pace until he was pounding out my facefuck hole like it were my cunt. I guess he was so worked up from keeping me imprisoned all day and beating my ass raw that it didn't take him long to cum and he pulled back just enough so I would get the entire load in my mouth. Between his grunts and howls he offered, I wanted to make sure you tasted every drop bitch. I replied, thank you sir, it was wonderful. I figured the extra level of submission and reverence might earn me some brownie points. He just looked and asked, you swallowed all that? Of course, I always swallow, I replied. Hold on a minute, here. You swallowed a load most grown women can't handle and I don't think you gagged one time. You are eighteen, right? Yes sir, I replied. Just two weeks ago. Shit bitch, Mikey must have banged that throat five hundred times already or you must of started early because there ain't no way a bitch loses her gag reflex in two weeks. I smiled and said, Mike's done his fair share of drilling but I started a while back. He laughed and just quipped damn girl, I like it. I foolishly thought I was about to be released when he went around behind me again but those thoughts were soon dashed as I felt that same fat cock begin to push into my still dripping cunt. Damn, baby, from the way this pussy feels I'd say you like it rough. Yes sir, I replied. Maybe so. I could hear a bottle top flipping open and then the cold lube on his thumb as he pressed it into my asshole. Other than the rough texture his thumb was no challenge for my well used back door and he quickly switched to two fingers and then three. I bet I could get my whole fist in there ya nasty cunt. I wasn't sure about that as his hands were big but by now I had figured out that strict dominance got him off and that he wasn't really going to kill me or anything so I was willing to et him try. Not that I could have stopped him anyway. So I told him I was the only one who had ever fisted me so maybe we should give it a try. He leaned his whole body weight across my back and whispered, maybe later. I don't want to stretch you out before I get my dick in there. And with that he switched from pile driving my cunt to doing his worst to my ass. Truth be told he felt amazing inside my ass and I was hoping he would cum inside me but as he began to tense up he pulled out and quickly moved in front of me to finish in my mouth. I greedily sucked him dry and swallowed every drop, cleaning that beautiful boner as a good girl should. He fell back into a chair there in front of the bench and caught his breath for a few minutes while I savored the taste of my captor for the day. He soon got back up and I figured finally, freedom! But he only told me to open my mouth. Okay, I thought, another blowjob and he's got to be done but he wasn't stroking his half hard cock and in my position there wasn't much I could do to help him along. He gripped my head like a vise and leaned i to look into my face before saying, don't fucking spill a drop or I'll leave you here all night. A drop of what, he wasn't even fully hard how could he cum...... and then it began to flow, warm, bitter and just hint of ammonia. Thankfully he had mostly filled up on water so it wasn't strong but I'd guess the guy had a half gallon bladder. I was pretty good at gulping down stuff though and his piss went down without much of a fight either. He shook the last drops onto my face before shoving my panties back in my mouth and re-wrapping the duct tape tightly around my head. He didn't say a word as he stood on the stool to reach the knots that secured the rope holding my arms in strappado. Thank God I thought, finally, this time he's got to let me go. He looked down at me from the stool and then back at the rope. No, he said, I like you right where you are and the rope pulled even tighter taking up any tiny amount of slack the strap over my shoulder blades had left in it. I begin to shake and scream into my gag more angry than hurting at that moment. But as he stepped off the stool he sneered and said, just a little longer bitch.
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