He Smiles

"Oh, I've been wanting a good slut for years now and when I saw you with those other guards and they almost let you escape I just couldn't help it" he said with a little smile.

"So now you're done?" I said hopefully.

"Done!" he laughed. "Oh no babe, only beginning." He caressed his cock, now starting to show more signs of life. "I expect to wear a path between those melons before I'm done. And you can be sure that's not the only place I'm going to stick it."

My stomach tightened and found I was unable to eat the last few bites of sandwich. "What are you planning to do?"

"Oh, use your imagination," he laughed again.

He stepped outside the door briefly, then brought a paper cup full of water.

"Drink up," he said, and I did, still reeling from his comments and the knowledge that I could be here for a very long time. He then taped each arm to the side of the chair, immobilizing me as he again left the room.

Hours passed as I sat there, dozing periodically, glad at least that my position was not so uncomfortable as last time.

When next I saw him. He smiled at me, tied and topless.

"Having fun yet," he said.

I shook my head no, then looked up with a slightly pleading look, "I need to freshen up."

"You're a mess." he stated casually. "Cum all over you. Guess we're going to have to clean you up."

He undid my restraints and then retied my hands behind my back while also knotting my ankles sloe together restraining me from being able to run away. He leads me down a dark corridor with no perceivable way out before opening a door leading into a bathroom. Pushing me in first and locking the door he guides us into the shower and turned on the shower head. The cascade of water hit both of us as he went behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Now, doesn't that feel better," he said.

Though I wouldn't admit it to him, it did. The water washing away the signs of his pleasure. He produced a bar of soap and began to lather me up. I stood there numbly as his hand washed my back and shoulders. He then turned me to face him as he cleansed my tits and belly. I closed my eyes, trying not to think as he also washed my legs. Then he held me tightly and slid his hand to my pussy. I shuddered and tried to break away.

He only felt his way around down there for several moments. I hadn't noticed, but his dick was again hard and throbbing.

"Well, what should we do now, hmmmmm," he whispered.

I kept my eyes closed and didn't respond.

"Well, I know. It doesn't seem fair that I've had all the fun so far. Don't you think its about time you had a little release."

Still not knowing exactly what he meant, but sure I would not like the answer, I said nothing. Still dripping wet he again escorted me across the hall and **** me down on the stiff backed chair against the wall. He sat across from me in the padded chair that had recently been my prison. I sat with one arm trying to cover my breasts - realizing the attempt was futile - he had seen, fondled and fucked nearly every inch of them. With my other hand I covered the top of my pubic area, clinching my legs tightly together in the hopes of preserving my last trace of unspoiled skin. He relaxed back in the chair, his dick still erect.

"Okay, now - get at it."

"Get at what?" I said, truly puzzled.

"You know. Get yourself off."

"What!!"

"Spread those legs and get to it. I want to watch you masturbate. Do you want a dildo?"

"Oh my god. You don't think I'm really going to do that, do you?"

He laughed again, "Oh, I'm sure you will."

"I will not!" I said with determination.

"Well, you watched me jack off, so its only fair I get to watch you."

"Fair? Fair? There's nothing about this that's fair," I said loudly, almost screaming.

"Well, if you don't start fingering that clit in the next five minutes, here's what's going to happen. I'll strap you to that chair with your hands behind your head again and adorn those big titties with clothes pins."

I shuddered at the thought.

"Then I'm going to leave you there for two full days. No food.. no water... and I expect sometime you're going to need to do number two. You'll be a sore mess when I get back. Then I'll hose you down and we'll start all over again. Eventually you'll be begging me to let you give that clit a workout. You might as well do it now and save yourself a lot of grief."

I knew he meant every word of it, and knew that he was right. I couldn't bear the thought of my already tender tits being further abused. Two whole days of that kind of **** terrified me. Again I said nothing, but he could tell he had made his point as my thighs began to unclench. Slowly I spread my legs as he looked leeringly at my pinkness.

"Mmmm... pretty pussy," he teased. I nearly closed my legs again, but remembering I had **** I decided to just go ahead and please him.

I gently touched my clit.. it was swollen and warm. Though I could never really admit it to myself there was some sense of excitement in my predicament. Being **** to show my every secret to this man. I tried to block out everything else from my mind as I continued to rub away. I pretended I was in my room, privately giving myself pleasure. Slowly, I could feel the pleasure welling. I began to finger my slit... inserting one finger... then two... as my other hand continued to massage my clit. Before I even knew it, I was riding my own fingers, immersed in the pleasure. I knew soon that I would explode. As the waves of an orgasm spread from my clit, to my vagina, then up through my belly, I suddenly again became aware of her position. I saw him there, leering and staring as I climaxed from this most private act, and shame swept over me - which, if anything, only increased the intensity of my orgasm. I shook for what seemed liked minutes. My eyes closed, trying to preserve the afterglow and forget about anything else. I was startled back to reality when I felt him grip my hand - the one that had so recently been sliding deep and fast between my legs. I looked up as he began licking and sucking the fingers which still glistened with my juices.

"Mmmmm... yummy," he said, "you're a tasty little slut."

I had made myself come, and he had watched me. My shame was almost unbearable.

"I knew you'd enjoy it," he again leered as I began to cry.

"Next time you can use the dildo. That should be a sight."

He then returned me to my chair, strapped me down somewhat more comfortably and started to leave. Suddenly he looked down, noticing he still had a full erection.

"Well, I certainly can't leave you like this."

He held it in his hand as he looked me up and down

"You're pussy has already had a workout, and I'll save those titties again for another day. I certainly don't trust that hot little mouth of yours right now. Now what should I do with this thing."

Suddenly he got an idea and began to unbind my legs.

"You're going to jack me off with those talented toes," he insisted. "Be gentle. You might be able to hurt me a little with a swift kick. But you'd only get one kick in, and then I can assure you you'd be very sorry for it. Rub my dick with your feet. Make my cum."

Having very little pride left I did as I was told, rubbing up his hard shaft with my feet, tickling the head with my toes. I knew this would not take long. The sight of my performance had brought him to a peak and shortly my actions produced results. His cum short forth, running down his shaft and over my toes.

After he had completed spewing he again retied my legs and stood up.

"Very nice, Bigtits, very nice indeed. I'll bring you some food in a little while. While I'm gone you can think about what we might do for fun in our next session. I'll tell you that I have a few ideas. In fact, you're sitting on one of them right now."

He smiled evilly as he backed out of the room.

Sitting on it? Oh, no! Not that. Not up the rear!

As the hours past in the brightly-lit room where I was held captive, My mind would occasionally wander to what I feared was ahead. His cock could tear my ass apart, the though was both painful and frightening. This man, I knew, would not stop if I begged him to. He would probably make me chant "Fuck my ass" repeatedly. I shivered at the thought.

It seemed a long time had passed without a "visit" from my captor. I had begun to grow hungry and thirsty again. As my mind continued to wander to my impending further degradation I began to wish he would just get here and get it over with. The anticipation was almost as intolerable as the act. When he finally did arrive I was asleep the slam of the door waking me.

"You are a hot little number," he leered, "must have been thinking about me."

I shook my head violently in disgust and embarrassment.

"Well, at least I've been thinking about you," he said standing.

He had come down totally undressed this time and his dick was rock hard.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about you a lot," he said, giving it a quick rub.

He released one of my arms and handed my a sandwich he had beside him. Famished I began to eat it silently. Again it was simply ham, but the taste was slightly off. I was nearly finished when he noted casually, "I used my special sauce on that one," then began making gestures with his dick indicating he had jacked off. I gagged and threw the remainder down, almost sickened at the thought.

He laughed again. "Oh, you'll develop a taste for it after awhile. But we've other business now."

He released me from the chair and firmly moved me over to the sofa bed.

"Lay down," he ordered.

I sank to the bed, lying on my back, vainly trying to cover my breasts and pussy.

"No.. No... on your stomach."

I didn't move and he slapped my thigh roughly.

"On your stomach, tits."

I slowly turned over quivering, my head turned toward him to see what he was going to do. He sat beside me on the bed and poured some lotion from a bottle into his hands. He then began to massage my shoulders and upper back. Despite my terror, I could not help but feel pleasure at the touch. As he continued to rub I could almost hear myself moaning gently. My muscles had ached for days and this was such a welcome relief. His hands rubbed down from my shoulders to the small of my back. The feeling was still very pleasant, but frightening thoughts returned as his palms arched my butt cheeks.

He had begun to stare at my ass.... round and plump and so soft to the touch. He covered a finger in lotion, then traced it along the crack of my rear. I let out a little frightened noise, so he repeated the motion, this time exploring a little deeper. I tried to get up and he smacked one cheek harshly with his hand, the red print showing up on my bottom. I settled down as he continued to examine. He spread my cheeks gently to get a better view and discovered my puckered little hole. He toyed with it as I softly writhed under him.

"You like this, don't you," he demanded.

I only shook my head.

"You like it, don't you," he said more forcefully, smacking my other cheek.

"Yes! Yes! I like it!" I cried.

"What do you like?" he questioned.

"I like it! I like it! Just leave me alone!"

He smacked my cheek again.

"No! Tell me what you like. Tell me you like me playing with your asshole."

I was again silent so he walloped away at my rear, first one cheek, then the other... red welts rising from his punishment.

"I like it. I like you playing with my asshole!" I screamed out.

"Mmmmmm good. I knew you did", as his finger continued to gently probe my puckered hole. He poured on more lotion and inserted his finger up to the first joint, moving it in and out gently. His fingers occasionally would follow the crack till its end and slowly caress my privates. I was doubly humiliated, because I could feel how moist I'd become down there, and knew that he too was aware of it.

Then he abruptly stopped. I craned my neck to see what he was doing. He stood above me then kneeled on the sofa, placing one knee across the small of my back and straddling me. I felt the pressure from his dick and balls as he settled them there, inches above my rear. He leaned forward and moved my hair from the back of my neck. He began breathing on it and kissing it gently. I shuddered again at his touch. He slid one hand under me and cupped one large tit that pressed against the fabric of the sofa. He continued to nuzzle, and kiss, and lick the side and back of my neck. He slid his body back slightly and I felt his cock slightly protrude into the top of my crack. Oh God, he's going to do it.

Then he whispered in my ear, "Okay, babe, now tell me what you really want."

In defiance I said, "I want you to get off of me!"

His hand squeezed my tit tightly.

"No, now that's not what I want to hear. You know what I want, now say it," punctuating the last comment with another squeeze.

"I want you to... Ahhh".

"Yessss?"

"I... Ahhh... I want you to..."

"Come on babe. You can say it. We're friends here."

"I... Ahhh... I ahhh... I ahhhh want you to fuck me in the ass."

The words came out quickly and in a blur, but I had said them.

"Mmmmm... now that's what I thought. But you're gonna have to say it again. Say, 'I'm a little slut who needs an ass-fucking'" as he again squeezed my tit.

"I'm ahh.... I'm ahhh..."

"You're a what?"

"... a big-titted little slut."

"And what do you need?"