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If course she was wearing nothing beneath the dress.  It was just two of us on a lazy afternoon.  Rain pattering down gently against the windows as I joined her in the kitchen with ungentle intentions.

I shoved her back against the counter and lifted the dress above her head.  Discarding her only covering and hungrily tasting skin hot with a sudden embarrassed blush.  Stepping briefly back I surveyed the heavy beasts on offer.  Offered.  Taken.  Mine.

Cooking twine, coarse and itchy wrapped itself tightly around her tits.  I pulled it tight, nearly cutting into her as I tied off the improvised harness with a cute little bow nestled between tits already reddening with pressure.  Spinning her around I added another few loops around her waist, two passes dipping to drag the coarse fibers along her slit so when pulled tight they dragged towards opposite thighs forcing her open.  Her hands I tied to the belt before she began to really struggle.

I cut off two more piece of string before fishing out two lobster crackers.  They fit tightly over nipples hard and sensitive with pressure.  Biting and bound in place I returned to what was becoming my favorite drawer in the kitchen.

A meat tenderizer was perfect.  Heavy steel that sang sweetly in my hand as I twirled it round.  Not nearly as sweaty as she did and I grabbed her and bent her over the over.  Despite myself I went gently to work.  Testing the heft and impact of each strike, not wanting the biting head of orderly points to get away from me.  Working my way up to painting a pattern if red dots across her ass, thighs, and lower back.  Counting coldly with each blow.  She struggled.  Wincing.  Grunting.  Trying to break free but helpless.

Helplessness I emphasized by grabbing her hair and yanking her upright.  Spinning her around on wobbling legs as I grabbed her neck.  Pushing her back as I forced the haft of the tenderizer into a cunt already dripping.

It was cold steel.  Solid.  Unyielding.  Forcing itself deeper.  Making her open.  She burned.  Hot, wet and dripping under my assault.  The tenderizer harder to hold as I continued.  Heavy, hard strokes working deep within her.  Pushing her closer to edge as events rushed past her.  But I held her there.  Fingers tight around her neck.  Waiting.  Taking more time.  Only to shove her over without warning.

My fingers dug viciously into the soft yielding flesh.  Nails digging deep for an extra firm hold as I ruthlessly pull towards me.  Glistening tits turning red and purple beneath my grip as I  yanked her spasming cunt closer.  Letting each of my wild thurst pound a little deeper.  Making her moan before each hard tug made her yelp weakly.  I growled, restraining my own tired desire as I felt her desperate grasping at my cock, her pussy twitching and quivering as she gasped towards the edge.

"Not yet!"  My barked command was emphasized by the sharp crack of my hand across already brutalized tits.

"You" another crack. "Do not" she whimpered as my hand smack down again.  "Get" crack.  "To finish"  now she scream as I pinned bruised ripples between thumb and forefinger nails, twisted and pulled hard. "Until I am done with you" the last words were growled right in her ear as I buried myself brutally inside her.

But the pain was to much.  Her hips bucked against my control as her back arched, legs trying to wrap around me.  Force me deeper as she came.

Catching one leg I dragged her onto her side.  Bending it painfully up as I continued to pound her.  Not relenting as her gasping moans because garbled pleas.  Nonsensical whimpers as I raked my nails down her thigh before slapping her ass in time to a new more relaxed rhythm as she fought for more breath.

I let her catch it as I caught her hair.  Pulling her screaming self around.  Letting her head hand off the foot of the bed as I reached across her to wrench her legs open.  My finger slide into her still trembling slit, she tried to pull away from the rough probing.  But I had her pinned even before my balls smacked into her face.  I felt her mouth, warm and welcoming, close around my cock.  Tongue madly swirling, flicking between desperation to please me and trying to expell me as I started fucking her face.  Making her cough and gag as I pushed a finger into her, my other hand smacking her thigh as I struggled to stay in control.  Two fingers pushed deep into her.  Twisting and flicking, probing and prodding.  Judging the results by the excited buzzing around my swelling cock.

The pop as I withdrew my fingers was nearly as loud as the meaty smack as my hand came down on her pussy, palm striking her overstimulated clit.  This time I forced three fingers in.  Attacking her.  Alternating between fingers and impact.  Feeling her break.

Spasming and trying to arch beneath me.  Desperately fighting for air to fuel strangled screams.  Pushing her on and on.  Demanding more and more.  New heights of pain and pleasure rolling into one.

I leaned back, drawing myself out of the panting, broken mewling mess beneath me.  Giving in with a shuddering side.  Letting myself explode.  Hot ropes spraying across skin flush and blossoming with new bruises.  She lay basking and shuddering as I stumbled backwards.  Settling myself atop the low dresser and looking down at the naked and hogtied man, seeing the puddle of cum he left on the carpet.  His eyes locked with his wife's as they struggled to catch their breath.

Groaning I fumbled for a drink and half complained, "You know most people just ask for appliances as a house warming gift."

It had seemed a simple favor at first.  Merely sit, wait patiently, and wait for everyone to come back with pizza.  Things has become much harder as my girlfriend had settle on my lap.  Her kisses were hungry, her hands wandered towards my belt.  My hands closed around her wrists, yanking her arms up and bending them behind her back.  She writhed.  Frantically grinding herself against me as I increased the pressure of my grip.  I could feel her heat and excitement even though my jeans as we found our rhythm.

Excitement that only grew as I reached around and roughly pulled her tits out.  I knew her tastes well.  Being physically restrained was a turn on.  Doing this here in a new place was intoxicating.  The prospect of being discovered half naked tantalizing beyond almost all reason.

Pushing her off and standing I growled one word, "Knees."

Instantly she knelt on the grimy floor.  Back straight, elbows out, fingers interlaced behind her head, and somehow still smiling despite her mouth hanging open.  Her eyes never left mine as I started to undo my belt.  My mind raced as I pulled it loose, calculating distances and times.  Reaching down I yanked her hair up as I looped my belt around her neck, pulling it tight and locking it with a hole punched just for this purpse.

One tug brought her to all fours and she obediently crawled after me despite her confusion.  I lead her to the coffee table and pulled her up.  Pushing her shoulders down I took the lead and tied it around one of the table legs.  Smiling I kissed her again.  My fingers raking along her body as I stretched.  Brushing my fingers against the hem of her short black dress.  It slide up easily to expose matching lace panties.  I pulled those panties down slowly.  Enjoy the sight as I exposed her.  My belt snapped against the table leg as she looked pleading back at me, bracing herself against the table.  But I didn't indulge.  Yet.

First I found my beer and took a last sip while enjoying the view.  Then I pressed the lip of the bottle against her puckered star.  There was a gasp as her ass tightened against my probing.  A groan as I began to push.  Whimpering as I forced the bottle into her asshole.  Slowly twisting it deeper.  Stretching her as I forced the neck of to slowly disappear.  Smiling as firm gentle pressure overcame her feeble resistance.

"Stay slut."  I said simply before leaving to get myself another beer.  Leaving her basically naked, ass up on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.  Her violated asshole facing the door our friends were expected to walk back through.

Taking my time I let her panic build.  I was reasonably certain I had enough time and stupid enough not to worry how I'd explain this if I was wrong.  Maybe I was a little panicked as I didn't even open my new beer.

I just put it down and picked up her face.  Pulling her up until my belt locked her in place.  My fingers digging into the sides of her head, freezing her as I pushed my cock into her welcoming mouth.  I was excited.  Twitching.  Needy.  Pummeling her.  Letting her choke.  Watching her eyes well up as spit spilled around my cock.  We were going to make a mess, even before her fingers slide back.  Finding her burning cunt.  Wet noises filled the room as I moaned as she gagged.  Her mouth reverberated around me as her fingers filled her last hole.  The sight of her below me was too much.

Burying myself in her mouth I growled, "Cum for me" and then did so.

As we all know sixty-three gallons make a hogshead, two hogsheads make a butt, and two butts make a ton.  Except your butt, that's a whole ton by itself.

For those of you that have been saddled with a terrible or horrifyingly...unique name I invite you to remember that it can always be worse.  Your parents could have named you Nicholas Barebone If-Jesus-Christ-had-not-died-for-thee-thou-hadst-been-damned.

And as he was a builder and provided of fire insurance in 1670s London you could be his secretary and expected to write that out by hand over and over again...

Wizard, "I need a human skull and you can't ask why, there's no time!"

Rogue, "Only if you also don't ask why."

Wizard, "What...ok, sure."

The Rogue pulls out 7 pristine human skulls from their bag, "Take your pick."

The Wizard stares suspiciously.

The Rogue smiles warmly.

Finally the Wizard says, "This one is fine"

Not my story, but it made me smile so I thought I'd share.

The necklace was heavy.  Solid steel links plated in silver leading to a heart-shaped locket that fit neatly into my hand.  Slipping the loop from the locket one sharp tug turned the necklace into a leash.  Its heavy links contracting around a neck flaring futility in panic.  My fingers closed around her heart and she tensed, bending unnaturally as her gasp was choked off.  Twisting her arm back I dragged her wrist up until pain made her cry out with her last strangled breath.  The chain looped around that wrist, the locket clapping on and trapping it.

Releasing her heart I grabbed her other arm and forced it back as well.  Twisting it as she adjusted to her predicament.  Drawing a few ragged breaths until pain forced her to relax her arm only for desperation for air to drive her to tense back up the arm.  All complicated by my continued pressure that forced her face into the rough cinderblock wall whose cheap white paint only did so much to smooth it.

Bound, naked, and utterly hepless she burned beneath my grip.  Alternating between panic and excitment as she savored every meager breath.  Her meager resistance fleeting, a formality as I pushed closer.  Grinding, feeling her heat as I used my nails to pull her hips up, freshly lashed skin a furance against me.  Each movement a new stimulation, sending fresh pain shivering through her.  Pushing and bending her until it felt she might snap and just barely easing up.  Adding agony as I drew her arms higher, making her call out before I pushed her further.

One savage thrust buried me in her tight asshole.  My hips slamming into ass checks I'd turned into a mess of red bruises in waiting as I drove her into the wall, her face scratching against the wall.  There was no gentleness, need and desire to express myself.  I fucked her.  Brutalized her.  The locket slipped her wrists.  The chain bunched in my hand.  Links biting her neck.

Her heart in my grip and I was careful not to break that.

"I drove all night just to get to Intercourse and was so spent I just couldn't get over the line into Paradise."

Actually description of my last drive into Pennsylvania.

"The worst thing just happened!"

"We've been cursed by an eldritch vampire star god to forever and futilely attempt to slate a unquenchable thirst for blood?"

"Well...no."

"Zombies have learned to sustain themselves by feeding their victims into wood chippers?"

"No...why are you like this?"

I call her my Muppet, as she only really preforms when I get my whole hand in her.

Embarrassingly the blanket fell down a couple times before I remember my large and varied collection of clothespins had another and, some might say, proper use.

If you are truly lucky in love you will find someone who looks at you like Khrushchev looked at corn.