Message-ID: <11652eli$9805271533@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Quasi Bear" Subject: (new) Jen Abused (Mf, s&m, d&s, ws, oral, anal, nc?) by Quasi Bear Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980526165858.21854.qmail@hotmail.com> Those of us that have grey areas in our sexuality usually have some areas that are a very dark grey indeed, sometimes almost black. Sometimes these areas both attract and repel us to a great degree. For me, one of those areas is emotional blackmail, and the power that can be gained from it. I've had a couple of girlfriends say that they would do anything if I would just keep seeing them. What could you do with such power? How far would you go? How far and how hard would you push them? After all, it's consensual, right? Right? Are you the kind of person that could use them up, and spit them out when you're done? Do you wish you were? This story contains S&M, D&S, emotional blackmail, watersports, and anal and oral sex. It may or may not start a series. I have never gone out with a Jen, nor is she based on anyone in particular. Editing and proofing have been generously donated by Dainie. This is a tale for those of legal age and somewhat twisted psyches. If these criteria don't fit, please don't read, just move along, move along. Contents packaged by weight, not volume. Some settling may have occured during shipment. Repost only for free, in current format, with current headers. la la la. ********************************************** Jen Abused, at three months ********************************************** Jen lies at the end of my bed, her small body curled into a fetal position. I have covered her with my Sun-and-Moon throw so only her head is showing. She is staring at me with her brown eyes. I am stretched out, my back against the headboard. I have a glass of ice water in my hand, enjoying the chill as my sweat evaporates into the air. I'm the most relaxed I've been in days. The bed itself is empty except for the two of us, but the floor of my room is covered in a pile of leather, wood, latex, rubber and steel objects. The items at the top have been used today. Others haven't been used in a long time. "Why do you do this to me?" Her voice is quiet and hoarse. No surprise there. I offer her the water, and when she sits up to take it, I lean back. "Because I can, I guess. Do you mean, 'Why do I enjoy it?', or 'Why now, and not before?', or even, 'Why you?'" I have my eyes closed as my head is tilted back, but I can see her in my mind as she sits up. Her eyes are puffy from crying, and there are red marks covering the front of her body. Thin red welts from the nylon rod, bite marks, slap marks and the small paired squares that show where a clothes-pin had been fastened. "Why me, why now, why not before, why so rough? Why so goddam rough? I hate you, I really do. I hate this. Why didn't you tell me about this last year? That you wanted this?" I tilt my head back up and open my eyes. "You, because I can, because you let me. Why now? Because I don't love you anymore. I couldn't do this to someone I love. You don't abuse someone you love like this. But you, you keep coming back. I've always wanted to really abuse someone, and you keep coming back. If you don't like it, stop coming back. When you show up, I know I can do whatever I want, as much as I want. Every time you come back again, I can go a little farther, push a little harder. Don't like the deal? Leave." "I can't. You know that! I love you, David, and you love me, I know it. You'll know it again, too. And if this is how it has to be until then, well, so be it. But I hate it, and I hate what you're making me into." "Think that all you want, Jen, but I've told you the truth. As long as you're willing to be used, I'm going to use you. I'll be honest. I'm enjoying this much more than I enjoyed the last year of our relationship. I see no reason to think about going back." "You make it so tough, sometimes. One day, I'm not going to show up. Then you'll start to see what you've thrown away. Asshole." The last is said with a smile. She is always trying to be sweet to me, no matter how rough and rude I am to her. What a relationship. "Ya, I am. Let's go jump in the shower. It's late and I need to kick you out so I can get some sleep." I turn to the side of the bed, and start to get up. Slowly. She stretches out, also slowly, but I guess she has much better reasons than I do. "Can I stay the night?" "I suppose. You won't be comfortable, or get much sleep." "I don't care, I just want to stay here with you for a few more hours." I take her by the hand, and we walk toward the bathroom. As much as I profess my lack of love to her, I occasionally find myself doing sweet things for her. Habit, I guess. I hope. I need to be careful, I don't want to give her false hopes. That would be the unkindest cut of all, and even more abuse than I want to give. We get to the bathroom and she sits down to take a leak. She whimpers as the cold hard toilet seat hits the welts on her ass. I lean into the shower stall and start the water, waiting for the pipes to warm up. She flushes, stands up, then comes over and leans against my chest, shivering a little in the cold. I put my arms around her and squeeze. She almost purrs in my arms. Another goddam heartwarming moment. It feels really good, though. After a moment, I push her off me and step into the shower. She follows, and immediately stares straight up into the spray, letting the hot water cover her. I take the soap and gently start washing her body, paying special attention to all the marks I had caused. Knowing what to do, she spreads her legs and puts her hands against the shower stall wall, giving me access to her entire body. Not a bad body, either. Jen is a senior at a local college, and just turned twenty-one a couple of months ago. She's only about five three and weighs much less than half my weight, one hundred and fifteen pounds to my two seventy five. On the other hand, I'm almost a foot taller than her. She has short dark hair, and an attractive, round face. Her breasts, which I am busy washing and squeezing, are a perfect size for her frame, and under my diligence, getting more sensitive every week. She has a beautiful round ass, which I have a very hard time ignoring, much to its detriment. It now has a bunch of marks from my learning how to use a brand new cane earlier in the week. The marks are just fading to a few nice bruises. Very squeezable. To finish off her cleaning, I slide a finger deep into her pussy and a nice soapy one up her ass. I love feeling her ass clench around my finger. She gives me a nice moan for my efforts. As much as I enjoy touching her, my dick doesn't so much as twitch. I've used up everything in it putting Jen through her paces today. I leave her leaning there while I quickly wash the rest of the sweat off my body, and the residue left from the sex off my dick. "Go ahead and stay until the hot water's gone. I'm gonna be in bed." "Yeah...." I imagine that the hot water feels good against the abused areas. Least I can do. Back in my room I crawl into bed. I reach over and grab the wrist and ankle cuffs from the toy pile. I attach the two ankle cuffs to the footboard center tie point, and the two wrist cuffs to one of the headboard tie points. I then turn off the lights, turn on SportsCenter, and wait for Jen to run out of hot water. Eventually she comes out of the bathroom, clean and kinda damp. I have to stare at her in the flickering light from the TV. "You're beautiful, y'know. You could find someone much better than me." She strikes a pose, poised against the door frame, showing off the lean lines of her body. "No, I couldn't. You're it, you sadistic asshole. God, I'm cold, let me under the covers," and she takes three steps then tunnels under the covers next to me. I roll over and give her a big hug. "Okay, hands over your head, you know what I'm gonna do." "Aww, c'mon, do I have to?" "Do it, or leave." "Sheesh, can't take a joke," she says, as she stretches her hands over head. I reach up and put the cuffs around her wrists, making them loose enough to make sure her hands won't go to sleep, but not loose enough that she can slide them off. I click the padlocks. I slide down her body, and stop when my face reaches her pussy. I'm an asshole, but I truly do love eating pussy. As soon as my breath touches her sensitive flesh, Jen gives a small moan. She knows that's gonna happen now, and so does her pussy. Her lips are already thick, and I slide a finger, then two, inside her with no resistance. I start to lick her clit. Sometimes I tease her, and myself, and eat her as if she's a several-course banquette, going from spot to spot, sampling everything. Tonight, though, I'm more goal-oriented. I want to make her cum, fast and hard, so I lick her clit and finger-fuck her wet pussy. She's moaning, and rocking her pelvis under me, and I see how far I can reach into her pussy with my two fingers. When I feel her thighs start to tense up, I slide my fingers out of her pussy, and then slide them back in, except this time one is sliding up her ass, and the other is back in her pussy. I push them so far inside her that I'm grinding the web between my fingers against her flesh. I'm tickling her G-spot with one finger, and exploring the deepest parts of her ass with the other. I slowly slide them both out, until I'm teasing her entrances, then I slide them back in just as deep. She's moaning loudly now, and somehow brings both her knees up and apart without using her hands, which pulls the flesh around her ass and pussy apart, and I can get that even deeper inside her with my fingers. Suddenly her legs come back down, and lock themselves straight, muscles jumping in her thighs. She stops moaning and starts this high-pitched whine. Her pussy and ass start to squeeze my fingers, and then her heels push down against the bed, and her pussy pushes hard against my face. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god Oh God Oh God Oh God" Deep inhale. "Oh GOD I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING AHHHHHHHHAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!!! UH! UH! UH!" The last moans are followed by her cunt thrusting up and down against my face. Finally, all noise and movement stops and her body is completely rigid. I keep licking her clit. I want to make this as good as possible. Finally her body just relaxes. Completely. Deboned. Destarched. Out. I take the opportunity to cuff her ankles. I crawl back up to the head of the bed, and indeed she appears asleep, breathing deeply, with a wonderfully relaxed smile on her face. I cover her with blankets, then I use the remote to turn off the TV, and then curl up to go to sleep, making sure that my back is pressed against her side. ************************* I wake up with the sun as it shines through the bedroom window. I roll over and look at Jen to see how she is. She's managed to roll over somehow, and is sleeping on her stomach. I look at the welts on her ass and thighs. I think that this is ideal, as I've woken up with my typical morning hard-on. I've also woken up with my typical morning viciousness. I reach over to the night stand, and grab the bottle of lube. After all, I don't want to break anything. I slick up my cock, which is a glorious feeling, and contemplate what I'm going to do with it. When I'm nice and slick and hard, I throw my right leg over her body, until I'm straddling her thighs. Jen twitches as she starts to wake up. "Hmmm? Wanna sleep...." I grab my cock with my right hand, and put the left on the bed next to her arm. I lower myself down, and slide the head of my cock up and down the crack of her ass, giving a lot of attention to her tight opening. She's starting to wake up, and pulls on her wrist cuffs. "Wha? No, let me go, leave me alone, it's tooo early." I take this to be a great moment to start sliding my cock up her ass. I've been stretching her ass out on a regular basis for the last couple of months, so it's a lot easier on her than it had been, but this woke her up pretty damn quick. "Ugh! Fuck No! Get off me! Now! Goddam it, that hurts! Owwww!" She can't do much to try to dislodge me, other than to try to roll, and she does just that, but I have her thighs trapped and she isn't going anywhere. Now that my cock is up inside her and doesn't need to be guided, I have a free hand, which I use to push her face down into her pillow. The neighbors might complain about a woman screaming at seven in the morning. My lube-covered fingers are buried in her hair, pushing her down while I grab a handful, making her whimper from the new pain. I take this opportunity of her relative silence to push my entire cock up inside her, with one long slow push, until I can feel my balls against her thighs. I let my full weight come down on top of her. What a satisfying feeling. A woman tied up and trapped beneath me with my cock buried up her ass. God, she's angry. And it's such a rush not having to care. "You god-damned animal, get the fuck off me! Now! I'm not playing this stupid game any more! Owwww! You cock sucker, I'm going to tear off your balls! God damn son of a bitch! Get! Off! Me!" As she is muttering all these things, I slowly slide my cock in and out of her ass, and it clenches me like a glove. Pure heaven. I can't last much longer, I know it. I grab her hair again, and pull up and back viciously. "Listen to me, cunt, you come here, you're my toy. I'm going to do anything and everything I want to you. You don't like it, don't come back..." I take a moment to grind my cock as deep as I can up her ass. "You got no vote, no say, nothing. You're a fucking plaything, and I don't care how you feel, bitch." She tries to tilt her head enough to bite me. I push her face back into the pillow, and start to fuck her ass hard, like it's a slick wet pussy, bouncing all my weight through my cock. It helps that she's trying to buck me off. I enjoy our one-sided wrestling match as long as I can, until the sensations and the sound of her futile anger and pain drive me over the edge, and I shoot pulse after pulse of my cum deep up inside her. I feel each pulse of cum travel through my cock, as tightly held as my cock is by her ass. After I cum, I lay back down on top of her, enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of being able to detect her pulse with my buried cock. "Okay, you're done! Get the fuck off me and let me go. Now," Jen says through clenched teeth, "I've got to use the bathroom." "Hmm, so do I." "Then get off and go, you asshole." "No, I think I'll just wait a moment, and go here. What a pleasant thought." "No fucking way, you sick bastard! Get off!" She tries to rock me some more. No luck, I weigh far more than she does, and she's almost exhausted. Finally, my cock softens enough, and I can feel my piss start to slide through my cock, and slowly fill her. "Can you feel that? Can you feel my piss filling you up? What a great toy, I can do whatever I want, what a fucking rush." In fact, it's difficult not to get hard again, and cut off the flow, but I so want to finish this. I want to fill her ass with my cum and my piss, no matter what she wants. She just grits her teeth and moans. She stops fighting and accepts. I start to stroke her hair. "That's it, take it, take it up your ass, take my piss." She just moans and squeezes her eyes shut. I keep stroking her hair until I'm done pissing, and telling her that she's doing exactly what I want, and how good she is, over and over again. Finally, all her muscles relax under me, and I see tears forming in her eyes. I kiss and nibble her ears. "That was great, that was perfect. Now, I'm going to leave you here while I go shower and shave. While I'm gone, I want you to be very careful that you don't spill a drop. If you do, I'm going to make you suck it out of the sheets, understand? And if you fight me, I'm going to make you spill everything out of your ass, rub your face and hair in it, and kick you out of the house like that. Understand?" Jen nods, causing her tears to splash on the pillow. "Okay, I won't be long." And I'm not long. Fifteen minutes, maybe twenty. I step out of the steamy bathroom and look at Jen. She's still there, no surprise, and every muscle is tense. "Please let me go. I've tried to hold it, I've tried to be good." She's so submissive now. I walk over to the bed, and undo her ankle cuffs. "Spread them, baby. Spread those thighs for me." "Noooo, just let me go to the bathroom, please. I've got to go soo bad." "Then let's do this quick. Spread your thighs for me." Her thighs slowly drift apart and I slide my hand up and cup her pussy. It's not just a little wet, it's soaking. She moans as I clench her pussy lips in my fist. I stare at the inflamed flesh and the scum surrounding her asshole. I move my hand and start to run them over her clit. "Cum quick, cunt, and don't spill. Cum quick, or don't cum at all." Her hips lift up, giving me an even better view of her abused ass. What a beautiful sight. Her pussy is so wet it's dripping down my fingers onto the sheet. She grabs the chains attached to her wrist cuffs and tries to rip them off the headboard, she's pulling so hard. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" and she cums, just like that, after all of about forty five seconds, and then she cums for about thirty seconds more. For the entire time she cums, I diddle her clit. I may be mean and selfish, but I want to make her cums as awesome as possible. After all, I do put her through hell. She finally collapses and lets go of the chains. I walk over to my night stand and grab the key. I undo her cuffs and she pulls her arms down to her sides, stretching some muscles for the first time in eight hours. I whisper into her ear, "There's a wet mess on the sheet under your cunt. I think it's just pussy juice, but it could be piss, cum, and shit. Either way, I want you to suck on it and get a good taste before you go into the bathroom." She takes one more deep breath, and says, "Yes, sir," and lets her legs slide off the bed. Soon she's kneeling next to the bed, with her face in the sheet, sucking air through the fabric. Her hips have that "just fucked" fluidity, and keep rocking back and forth. "Can I go now, please?" "Ya, take a shower, breakfast in twenty minutes." She gets up, leaning heavily on the mattress. She stumbles by me on the way to the bathroom. "You're an asshole, and I hate you, but God, you make me cum." She gives me quick kiss on the lips, probably to share whatever she's just sucked up. I don't care, and respond to her kiss. I watch her cute butt walk into the bathroom. I can remember being in love with her. She's not a bad person, and it's hard not to let the emotions come back, especially after something as intense and sharing as this morning's little ass-fuck, but I'm not going to let it happen. I spent a year and a half in love with her, and in the end it drove me bug-fuck. I have tried to break up with her but she stopped eating and started to stalk me. If she wants to see me, then it's on my terms, and she knows exactly what I mean, cause I showed her that first night. No love, no, not love. And sometimes I really hate myself after she leaves. I've got no idea where we're going. We've been like this for three months, and I keep getting meaner and meaner, and she keeps coming back, and cumming harder. The original unstated contest was for me to do so much to her that she wouldn't come back, and for her to make me love her again. I've got no idea what we're doing now. Or where we're going. I think she may be winning. And losing. ******************************************* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----