She shuddered. "It might even
be tonight," he added, malevolently. "How would you like that?"
She whimpered. She knew that he craved
her terror more than anything. If she stopped being sufficiently horrified,
that would be when she'd be in danger of any escalation of this game --
if it was a game. As long as she was clearly sufficiently afraid, it would
be enough for the moment.
This evening, she stiffened in her
seat, shaking with the fear. He could tell by her heavy breaths that she
was afraid, and was happy with that. His hand moved to her thighs, traced
a line between them up under her skirt, and started toying with the little
captive nestled there. The tension was teasing and exciting, and the excitement
was uncomfortable to say the least when her clitty tried to expand beyond
He chuckled. After that, the van began
to move again, proceeding with a few turns and curves -- enough to lose
Angel's sense of distance and direction -- and arriving in what seemed
to her to be an attached garage. She felt no wind, and could detect a
faint gasoline smell when released from the van. As she ascended the steps
into the house (where her blindfold might or might not be removed), the
air remained stale, indicating that they never once set foot out of doors.
Once inside, he would take her to
the basement, past a dark storage area, to a cell built into a far wall.
It was dimly lit by an overhead lamp, and had two barred doors to pass
through to gain entry. Each was protected by a combination pass-code that
he alone knew. Obviously, this was not a typical john, but someone who
took his sadism seriously. He'd put her through a rigorous session of
punishment on her backside -- sometimes spanking, sometimes whipping or
paddling, this time caning -- and then have her kneel before him, as he
sat on the cot. At this point, she always knew what to do, unzipping his
trousers and taking him in her mouth as she would pleasure him to climax.
This time, though, he bound her wrists behind her.
This complicated things, a bit. She
couldn't unzip his fly with her hands, she had to get right in there with
her mouth. She pressed in as far as she could using her tongue to pull
up the little metal band of the zipper so that her teeth could catch it.
A few times, it slipped. Then, clenching, she had it and slid delicately
downward, the friction of her face along the fabric obvioulsy causing
him some delight as his manhood inflated in size. Once the fly was undone,
he helped her a bit with the remaining fabric.
From there, she had a little more
experience with pleasing his swollen cock. She kissed the head, nibbled
it gently, teased the length of it with her tongue. She flicked her tongue
along the glans, and gently kissed and sucked along the underside of it,
about halfway down. All of these ministrations made him harder, and Angel
was soon ready to pop the thing in her luscious mouth. She opened wide,
and his cock's sticky cream brushed her upper lip as it slid inside.
Angel was an expert at this, knowing
to keep her upper lip stiff enough to cover her teeth and prevent them
from brushing his shaft. Her tongue flicked along his underside as she
slowly took it in, then, creating a vacuum in her mouth, the pressure
was increased as she slid back. She pleasured the top half for a few minutes
before going further.
His cum was hot and salty, tickling
her tongue. The first little bit tasted sour, but that passed quickly,
as she readied herself to deep-throat him. Catching her breath, she ignored
the taste and pushed herself far down the pole, stifling her gag reflex
(something she was now practiced at), and taking him in her throat until
his pubic hairs tickled her nose. She slid back and drew a breath, and
then repeated. She slowly picked up her rhythm, building, until he began
to gyrate with her movements. The breath control made her feel a little
light-headed, but she continued until she was being practically fucked
in her throat by their combined movements. The pace became feverish, and
Angel felt like she would choke. Her captor put both hands on the back
of her head and pulled her in as close as she could come to his groin,
his cock blocking her, almost suffocating her, and he squeezed his thighs
together tight around her head. Angel thought she would asphyxiate.
Suddenly, he allowed her to slid back
off the occlusion, and helped her pull the head right out of her mouth.
Angel knew to keep tonguing it, and as she did so, it exploded in her
face, hot jets streaming along her lips and cheeks and nose, then slowly
crawling downward to dribble down her chin. With his spurting, sticky
cock, he spread his cum all over her lower face. She wanted to pull away
from the disgusting display, but didn't dare.
Her thoughts drifted to her favorite
customer, her gentleman dom. She would gladly wear his cum, any day, rather
than this putrid ogre's. She realized how much she was beginning to love
him, and crave the respect and patience he showed her. She wished he could
take her away from her johns; her life on the street; her humiliation.
She wanted to belong to him alone. It felt like an unattainable dream.
The semen felt weird on her skin,
a sticky shrinking kind of feeling. The old man stepped out of the cell
and left her on her own for awhile as he usually did, although (still
bound) Angel was still unable to try to clean herself up. She tried brushing
her cheek along her shoulder, but that just spread it into a bigger mess
-- and now, it was on her clothes.
Finally, after what must have been
twenty minutes of waiting, he returned to take her back to her corner.
He kept her wrists bound behind her back, and led her to the stairwell.
It had to be her imagination. As they
passed the basement storage area, Angel could have sworn she saw a row
of cages 4-foot square, some with female-looking occupants. It had to
be her imagination. The alternative terrified her.
He said no more as he buckled her
into his van, and blindfolded her for the drive home. When they reached
their destination, he removed the blindfold, tucked her payment into her
bra and reached up under her skirt to diddle with her captive. Finally,
he undid the seat belt.
He left her on the curb, her hands
bound and his drying cum still on her face. She was nearly in tears, being
exposed this way, and ran home to Carol. All the while, she wished for
her lover's arms to wrap around her, to protect and comfort her.
(end of story thus far)