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He came from a small town. You know, the kind of town where everyone knows everyone and rumors, true or false, spread like dandelions in the spring. Austin lived in a town like that and was first introduced to sex at an early age. He was barely sixteen when a neighbor girl, a year older chronically but ages older physically, wanted to play.Austin was in the woods foraging for morels that he sold at the local market for twenty dollars a pound. On this day, the prized mushrooms were hard to find. Austin wasn’t sure if it was too early in the spring or too late. Too late was a real possibility since this day was hot like on a summer’s day. Austin made a mental note to start earlier next year. Climate change had arrived in Vermont.Surprisingly, there was a delicate scent of hyacinth in the air. It was a flower that Austin had seen in his mom’s garden but never in the forest. He didn’t have to wait long to find the source.  Austin figured someone was muscling in on his mushroom business. This had never happened before. Austin always had the woods to himself.  He was certain that his competitor had already harvested the mushrooms leaving him with slim pickings.Within a few minutes, Austin was close enough to see the interloper. It was Daisy Dunlop, a girl in the grade ahead of him. She was wearing a short pink skirt and a loose top, not that he noticed. What he noticed was her long legs accentuated by a miniskirt. She was taller than most boys.Daisy wasn’t looking for morels. She was just wandering around as if she was lost or looking for someone. Austin’s first impulse was to hide. He was never comfortable around girls, especially if they were almost as tall as him. It was too late. Daisy spotted him. Austin froze as Daisy approached.“Hi Austin,” she said in the sweetest voice he had ever heard. “Are you treasure hunting?”“In a way, I’m looking for morels.”She giggled. “What kind of morals? Good morals or bad morals?”“Not that kind. I’m picking mushrooms.”“I don’t know anything about mushrooms. Show me what you’ve found.”“I haven’t found any yet.”“Oh, that’s too bad. What do you do with them?”“I sell them to people in town.”“That’s great, Austin. Maybe I can help.”“They’re hard to find. How do you know my name?” he asked.“I’ve seen you at school. All the girls have a crush on you, you dumb turkey.”Austin blushed and walked away heading toward a couple of dead elm trees where several mushrooms were standing straight up at attention. Daisy followed close behind. He wasn’t getting rid of her easily.“Are those morels?” she asked.“Yeah,” Austin answered as if bored.“God, they remind me of something.”“Really? What’s that?”“A boner!”Austin stared at the mushrooms for a few seconds, then asked, “What’s a boner?”“Come on Austin. Everyone knows what a boner is.” “I don’t.”She took off her Sex hikayeleri blouse, wearing no bra, showing Austin her trophy-size tits. “This might explain it.” Although Austin gave her a nonchalant expression, the bulge in his loose-fitting shorts told a different story.“I see you are catching on. Maybe you can show me yours.”Austin was at a loss for words. “What? Show you what?” he stammered.“Your boner, of course. You take off your shorts, and I’ll take off mine.”His eyes avoided Daisy as she got naked, except for her sneakers.“Looks like you need some help, Austin,” and she went to her knees pulling his shorts and boxers to his ankles. “Oh Austin, you have such a nice big boner. Let me kiss it.” Before Austin could mumble an answer, her lips were on him. “Oh Austin, you are a hunk. Do you want me to suck it?”She didn’t wait for an answer and had his cock in her mouth. It took less than a minute for him to shoot an enormous wad down her throat. “Oh, that was great, Austin. Maybe you can do that in my pussy sometime. You know what a girl’s pussy is, right?”Austin just nodded.“Give me your hand, Austin. I want you to touch it.”  Daisy took his hand and pressed it against her shaved pussy. “Put your finger inside me. I like it when a boy does that to me.” It wasn’t hard for him to understand what she meant. “How does it feel?” she asked.Austin just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Warm and wet, I guess.”“I want to feel your boner inside me but not today. I gotta go and help with the chores at home. Meet me here on Saturday. I’ll be here around ten.”Daisy dressed and began walking away. She looked back saying, “Don’t forget! Saturday at ten.” When she was out of sight, Austin sat on a log trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It was both scary and satisfying at the same time. After he harvested a few morels, Austin decided to be there on Saturday.Lots of people say their first time was not satisfying. That was not Austin’s experience. Daisy led him to the gates of paradise. There was something very gratifying about being with a girl like Daisy. She taught him that there is more to life than hunting for mushrooms.*********So that was the beginning.Daisy and Austin were inseparable enjoying each other’s bodies until she went off to college in the fall. Austin grew up a lot during those months with Daisy. He learned how to satisfy a girl in ways he had never imagined. She wasn’t shy about telling him what she wanted and how to do it.Finger fucking was the prelude to sucking clit, then fucking and learning how to hold back to satisfy her. Usually, he didn’t have to wait long because Daisy’s orgasms came almost as soon as he slipped his cock in her slit.Most times he came inside her when she said it was okay because the timing was right. When the timing Sikiş hikayeleri wasn’t right, she had him cum in her mouth. Daisy liked to tease him asking for a kiss when his cum drooled off her lips. Austin had gone from a boy to a man in a few short months.When she left for school, Austin realized he had been in love, a love that poets write about, and that he had seen in movies. He just didn’t know it also involved aches in his chest and sleepless nights.  When she came home for Christmas break, Daisy brought home her boyfriend. Austin was heartbroken. He promised himself that from then on, he would never fall in love again.During his senior year in high school, Austin learned that making love was different from being in love. He had lost his shyness and had a self-confidence that Daisy had inspired in him. He didn’t count the number of girls he had hooked up with, but it is fair to say that Austin was popular with the girls once his “gifts” became known.College, well college wasn’t in the picture for Austin. He still dated high school girls after graduation and went to the high school football games where he had been the third-string quarterback. Austin went more for meeting a girl than watching the game. Some of the girls were an easy touch and liked being with an older boy. But something very unexpected happened that gave Austin a different outlook from screwing high school girls. He had taken a job at Erickson Electrical, a family-owned company. As an electrician, he often worked in the homes of people living in the area.Her name was Margorie Burkholder who was the wife of a lawyer. She was pretty, not beautiful but very attractive. Margorie was not quite forty, short and slim with modest size tits that gave her the body of a much younger woman. Mr. Burkholder was the senior partner in Burkholder, Flanagan, and Peters Law firm. Mr. and Mrs. Burkholder had hired Erickson Electrical to renovate their home with the latest technology. Austin worked under his boss, Brad Turkley on the multi-million-dollar project.The first time Austin met Mrs. Burkholder, she said, “Aren’t you the boy that sold mushrooms at the roadside vegetable stand?”“Yes, Ma’am.”“Oh, they were the best mushrooms we’ve ever bought. I haven’t seen you there for a while.”“No, Ma’am. I’m an electrician now.”“You look young for being an electrician. How old are you?”“I’m nineteen, Ma’am, and an apprentice.”“Call me Marge. Ma’am is too formal for this house.”“Yes Ma’am, I mean Marge.””What’s your name, Mr. Electrical Apprentice?”“Austin, but my friends call me Tin.”“Okay, then if you don’t mind, I’ll call you Tin.”“Yes, Ma’am.”“It’s Marge.”Austin knew right away that she loved to flirt.The next time Austin saw Marge, she asked him to help carry in packages from her Lexis. He was happy Erotik hikaye to help and declined the tip she offered. “Well, Tin, in that case, I’m going to need to find another way to show my appreciation.”On a Tuesday afternoon when Tin helped bring in the groceries again, Marge asked, “Do you know Daisy Dunlop?”“Yes, of course,” Austin replied. We went to school together. She was a year ahead of me.”“You make it sound like you two just passed each other in the hall. Her mom tells a different story. Apparently, you were Daisy’s boyfriend.“Well, we dated some, I guess.”“According to Daisy’s mom, it was more than that.”“You’re blushing Tim,” Marge said. “Let me put it this way. Mrs. Dunlop told me about the time she caught you two in a very romantic situation. Do you remember?”“It was no big deal. We were just making out,” giving her the impression that nothing else happened.“Okay. I guess making out means something different from when I was in school.”“What do you mean, Mrs. Burkholder?”“According to Mrs. Dunlop, you were hooking up, with your pants below your knees and Daisy’s panties on the floor. Look, Tin, I’m not being judgmental here. You’re a handsome guy. Daisy is a pretty girl so it’s easy to see why Daisy and you were getting it on. You make a nice-looking couple. And Mrs. Dunlop was impressed by your package.”“My package?” Austin asked.“Yes, your male package. To put it bluntly, Tin, your cock.”That abruptly ended the conversation but not without Marge giving Tin a peck on the cheek.Later that week, Mrs. Burkholder asked Austin to fix a device that wasn’t working. It’s in the bedroom, Tin. Do you have a minute to look at it?”“Sure, but I’ve only a minute. My boss, Mr. Turkley needs me to string some wiring in the guest room.”In the bedroom on top of the bedside table was a small pink object that reminded Austin of a tadpole, bulbous on one end, a tail on the other.“I can’t get it to work, Tin. Maybe it needs fresh batteries.”Austin took a quick look and said, “I don’t think it needs new batteries, Mrs. Burkholder. It’s rechargeable. See this tiny hole at the round end? That’s where you plug it in the charger.”Mrs. Burkholder reached into a drawer and asked, “Is this what you mean?”“Yes, I think so. Plug it in and wait a few hours, then try it.”“Thanks, Tin.”The next day, Mrs. Burkholder said it still didn’t work. “It doesn’t have a switch to turn it on, Tin. It says something about an app. What’s an app? she asked.“Do you have a smartphone? You need to load an app or a kind of software to run it from your phone. It’s a remote-controlled device. Go to the website and download the application.”“Can you do it for me?”In a few minutes, Austin had the app on her smartphone and showed her how to turn on her toy. He really had no idea why it vibrated. “What’s it do, Mrs. Burkholder?”“It’s a female thing. When you have time, I’ll show you.”At the end of the week, Marge Burkholder was all smiles. “You’re a genius, Tin. My toy works great and is just what I wanted.”Austin took a long moment before asking, “What is that, Ma’am?”

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It was Summer, 2010, and a Friday night. I was searching on Craigslist under casual encounters. I came across an ad from a girl who was twenty-three years old. I was almost thirty-five at this time. The ad said that she was married but had permission from her husband to see other men. She also said in the ad that she was a squirter and liked kinky sex.I had been with a squirter once before this. Her name was Dawn. I met her in 2009. She was a cute bbw who I had sex with twice. The second time I was with her was the first time I experienced squirting. I was licking her pussy and she violently squirted in my face. It was like an explosion, it came out in force. I had no warning and it was a huge turn-on.I decided to respond to this Craigslist ad. I was surprised when she wrote me back. Her name was Lulu and she said that she liked my look. I reminded her of her husband because he had long hair too. After I responded I didn’t get an immediate answer. I got worried that it was going to end like that. I noticed that she had a Yahoo email address so I got on instant messenger and sent her a message.I was very happy that she answered me on the instant messenger. I knew that girls got tons of responses on Craigslist. I knew that I had to be aggressive if I wanted a chance at hooking up with Lulu. We exchanged a few messages and then she Sex hikayeleri sent me her picture.She was an attractive Latina with dyed pink hair. She was thick in a very good way. She gave me her number. I called her and she answered in a low and sexy voice. She told me that she lived in Montebello. I told her that my friend lived there. She told me to come and pick her up. We made plans to hang out at my place and see what happens.Montebello was a forty-minute drive for me but I decided that it was worth it. I got a shower and drove to pick up Lulu. As I got close to her address I called her and told her that I was 5 minutes away. She said that she’d be outside waiting.As I pulled up I saw her there waiting in the dark on a small side street in East Los Angeles.Lulu looked like her pictures. She was wearing black jeans and a hoodie. She looked like was dressed to go to a concert. I let her into my car, we hugged for a minute and I started to drive us back to my guest house in Woodland Hills. We had a long drive to chat and get to know each other.We had a nice chat during the drive. We talked about much more than sex and we were on the same page in many ways.We got back to my place and I offered Lulu something to drink. We sat down to watch a comedy show that she had brought over on some DVDs. We chatted for twenty Sikiş hikayeleri minutes while watching her show. Suddenly she looked up at me and our eyes met. We both moved in to kiss each other. There was no warm-up, our mouths were fully open. Our tongues were deeply exploring each other. After a few minutes, she stood up and I started undressing her. I removed her hoodie and her shirt. I removed her bra and started licking her beautiful c-cup tits.She stopped me.Lulu said, “You don’t understand, you need to get some towels and put them on your couch. I squirt a lot.”I got up and went to my bathroom. I grabbed a few towels and laid them on my couch.Lulu giggled and said, “That’s not enough but you’ll see.”I went ahead and unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down and off of Lulu. Her legs were smooth and shaved. To my surprise, she was wearing gray men’s boxer briefs. I went back to sucking on her nipples. I was grabbing her ass cheeks at the same time. All of a sudden she started cumming. The gray boxer briefs that she had on were suddenly soaked underneath her pussy. Warm liquid was running down Lulu’s legs.”I told you I squirt like fucking crazy,” Lulu said.I pulled her boxers briefs down and laid her down on my couch. I spread her legs open. She had a beautiful pussy. It was totally shaved. I spread her Erotik hikaye thick pussy lips apart and began licking her clit. She tasted so good and sweet. I was about to put two fingers in her pussy but she started cumming again. She squirted all over my face and it ran down onto the towel. She soaked through the towel and into my couch.Lulu laughed and said, “I fucking told you, you should’ve listened. Go get some more towels.”So I did and I grabbed a condom too. I put the fresh towels on top of the wet towels. I took my clothes off and my cock was very hard. I sat down on the couch. Lulu sat to my right and grabbed my hard cock with her right hand. She gave me a short but aggressive handjob.”Are you ready for my pussy?” Lulu asked.I replied, “Yes.”I quickly got the condom out and unrolled it onto my cock. She mounted me in cowgirl position. She started riding me very slowly but passionately. Her pussy was very tight. She was grinding it up and down on my dick with aggression and passion.Lulu then said, “If I go too fast I’m going to squirt like crazy and ruin your stupid couch.”She kept slowly grinding me and within two minutes she started cumming again.”Oh shit, oh shit, fuck!” Lulu said.I replied, “What’s wrong?””I’m going to make a real mess,” she replied.I felt the warm liquid running down my cock and balls. It was soaking through the fresh towels I had just put down. I remember thinking that this was going to be a serious clean-up after.Lulu got up and told me to lie down flat. She mounted me in reverse cowgirl.”Now you can watch your dick go in and out my pussy, ok?” Lulu said.

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As I sit in my office, I am wearing my pink sissy uniform, watching the hired gardener dig up the weeds out front. I’m not supposed to expose myself to others, but my sissy rules state that I must be in uniform when nobody else is inside the house. I’m doing work, but all I can really concentrate on is the idea that I should be on my knees sucking cock, or being on all fours being fucked.It’s all a bit much, so I head into the kitchen for a drink of water, my heels clicking on the wooden floorboards, my permanently locked away cock trying to strain against the metal chastity device.I hear the door open and, “Hello? Do you mind if Sex hikayeleri I use the… Oh.” I forgot to lock the front door. I turn to see John, the gardener, giving me the up and down, and licking his lips. He says, “You’re a sissy, I see. I bet you’re going to give me more than cash for this job, then, aren’t you?”I blush, and smooth my ruffled apron a little, but all it does is draw his attention to the fact that I am, clearly, nothing but a chastised and obedient sissy. I start to open my mouth, but before I can say anything he says, “Don’t say a word, slut. I came in to use the toilet. So you’re going to Sikiş hikayeleri come drink my pee now, aren’t you?”I can’t help myself. I nod, silently. He gestures for me to walk past him, and towards the toilet. I obey, trembling a little. As I pass him, he gooses me on the right butt cheek, then grabs me from behind and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around mine and squeezing my D-cup boobs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my butt, and I let out a tiny moan and automatically wiggle my arse against it.He whispers into my ear, “Good gurl, you behave and I’ll fuck you right.” Then he stands me Erotik hikaye upright, smacks my butt again, and I start high-stepping to the bathroom as I’ve been trained to do when on display.I arrive in the bathroom, turn around, and kneel down, crossing my arms behind me, and presenting my open mouth up. He walks slowly in, giving me an appreciative look, then unzips his fly. His cock pops out, and I again reflexively lick my lips, hungry to get that cock in my mouth. But I wait on my knees, as I’m trained to do.He steps forward, and I lift my head up and wrap my lips around his hard cock. He puts his hand on my cheek and strokes it, then sighs and starts to pee. All that nightly deep-throating practice pays off, as I suck his whole cock into my throat and start swallowing. It’s a good minute before he stops peeing and I come up for air, tears running down my face from the effort.

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Her growinginner strengthsings for him.His soft scribblesin betweenthese fragilelines of her beingthat Sex hikayeleri spill starlightupon Sikiş hikayeleri Erotik hikaye his every word,spoken as a prayer,that echo like a melody,as their bodiesentwine beneaththe cashmere moonlight.And oh howthey intertwineHis rampantmajestic beingclaiming everyfibre of herheart and mindUnlockingher oncefrigid frameNow electrifiedby his presencehis touchand his words

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I was twenty-four, twice Brandon’s age, when he showed up on move-in day at our new home seeking a lawn mowing job. We’d only been married a short time, and this was our first home, or we probably wouldn’t have hired him. He seemed so little that I didn’t want to, but Richard, my husband, pointed out that it would save buying a mower. Temporarily mortgage-poor, that was a significant expense, so the miniature entrepreneur got the job.He was cute, but painfully shy, blushing all the time, often for no apparent reason. Watching him straining to push that roaring mower up the slight incline in our yard was mildly terrifying, but he was dependable and did Sex hikayeleri a good job. By fourteen, he was bigger and handled his mower with ease, but he was still so shy it seemed painful for him to speak – good kid, though.At sixteen, he’d quit mowing for another job, so we hired a service, something we could finally afford. He still said hello when our paths crossed, and he still blushed, but he came to mind some months later regarding a chore that had proved more difficult than anticipated. He’d grown and filled out by then, and I thought his long arms and additional muscle might be just what was called for.Planning to call him, Sikiş hikayeleri instead I saw him outside his family home one afternoon and stopped. I tapped the horn and waved, lowering my window.“Hi, Brandon.”“Hi, Mrs. Nelson.”“Please call me Rayne, OK?” He blushed – of course – jamming his hands in his back pockets. “Hey, would you like to earn some extra money?”He shrugged. “I guess.”“I’m removing those nasty Russian olive shrubs out back, and I could use some help.” The previous owner planted the thorny, nasty things, and I hated them. Richard, my husband, is allergic to them as well, so they needed to go.“Sure, I can help you. Erotik hikaye When?”“What’s your next day off?”“Tuesday.”“I’ll take the day off; we’ll do it then.” His retail job required weekends, so I’d known it would be a weekday. “Bring leather gloves and wear good shoes, the thorns are bad – and it’s supposed to be hot, so dress for that.” He nodded, and I said, “Eight-thirty, OK?”“Sure.”I had all the tools and equipment ready when he showed up early on Tuesday, and we dived in immediately. We were making progress, Brandon gradually relaxing as we chatted and worked. It was hot, so I wore shorts and a tank top and he’d worn sweat shorts and an old t-shirt. At one point, when we paused for a drink, I asked him how old he was, impressed with how he’d matured!“I’m almost eighteen.”“So, you’re seventeen?” When he nodded, I said, “I didn’t ask how old you almost are.” He blushed, and I laughed. “I’m teasing you.”

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Après avoir plongé dans les arcanes de la série “Emprise sur la Ville”, coécrite par Verdu et moi-même en huit actes palpitants, je me fais le plaisir de vous offrir une deuxième expansion de cet univers à travers le récit détaillé d’un personnage clé. J’ai déjà commis une ‘Histoire d’Aïké’. A présent, préparez-vous à renouer avec certains visages familiers de la série principale dans ce dernier chapitre de cette ‘Histoire de Leila’.

Que vous ayez été séduits par la série originale ou que vous soyez de nouveaux arrivants dans cet univers, je vous souhaite une lecture envoûtante et immersive.

Bienvenue dans l’extension de “Emprise sur la Ville”.

Bon voyage!

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Emprise sur la Ville – Histoire de Leila (Chapitre 3)

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Résumé du chapitre 2 : Dans l’Uber Sex, Leila subit le pire outrage de sa vie avec un couple de clients et leur chien. La maghrébine fuit et tente d’échapper à la Confrérie. Son ancienne amante, Maëva la recueille chez elle mais elle est assujettie à Jacques Mousatir qui, entretemps avait corrompu les parents de Leila grâce au collier d’asservissement développé dans la start up. Jacques reprend sa soumise.

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Chapitre 3 : Perversité de Jacques

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L’homme est l’animal dont le plaisir est de faire ce qui ne fait pas plaisir.

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Dans l’obscurité du sous-sol de l’immeuble appartenant la Confrérie, un aménagement singulier évoquait l’atmosphère mystérieuse d’un donjon médiéval. Dans le sous-sol du vaste bâtiment, la pénombre enveloppait les lieux, accentuant le sentiment d’intimité et de secret qui régnait en ces murs. Des bougies LED disséminées ici et là projetaient des reflets vacillants, créant des jeux d’ombres et de lumières dans les recoins sombres. L’odeur envoûtante de l’encens flottait dans l’air, ajoutant une touche d’exotisme à cet espace insolite.

Les murs étaient ornés de tapisseries riches et colorées, dépeignant des scènes d’orgies sexuelles et des sacrifices humains. Leurs fibres douces et épaisses donnaient une texture chaleureuse, créant une atmosphère à la fois raffinée et mystique. Le sol était recouvert de tapis épais et précieux, dont les motifs complexes semblaient raconter des histoires d’un autre temps. Chaque pas résonnait légèrement sur les fibres épaisses, créant un léger bruissement qui se mêlait aux murmures de l’endroit. Au centre de la pièce principale, un autel en bois noble était soigneusement disposé, orné d’objets rituels, de symboles ésotériques et d’un double anneau entrelacé. Des chandeliers en argent poli éclairaient faiblement la scène, projetant des ombres dansantes sur les murs.

Le sous-sol aménagé en mode donjon était à présent le sanctuaire intime, où les membres de la Confrérie se réunissaient pour plonger dans un autre univers. Dans cet espace unique, la pénombre, les senteurs enivrantes, les tapisseries et les tapis riches s’unissaient pour créer une ambiance envoûtante, un refuge pour ceux en quête de perversité, une prison pour les esclaves qui y demeuraient et un enfer pour les soumises traînées ici.

Des coups de fouet résonnaient. Secs et aigües, ils s’accompagnaient de cris inhumains. L’immense sous-sol en mode donjon se composait de différents espaces soigneusement séparés par des murs épais, chacun servant une fonction spécifique. Deux vastes salles s’étendaient majestueusement, chacune avec sa fonction particulière. L’une d’entre elles était aménagée pour accueillir des buffets lors de rassemblements, avec de longues tables en bois massif chargées de mets délicats et de breuvages envoûtants. Les murs étaient ornés de tapisseries somptueuses représentant toutes les positions du kamasutra, ajoutant une touche de grandeur à cet espace de convivialité. C’est dans cette salle qu’une blonde aux seins volumineux subissait les coups de fouet d’une autre esclave, à la couleur noire.

Enchassée dans le mur séparant les deux principales salles, la journaliste Larysa Pokirnyy d’origine ukrainienne vivait là en permanence depuis son enlèvement. Dom Pietro, le parrain de la pègre, conçut une vengeance inhumaine pour celle qui tenta de le faire tomber. Dans le vaste donjon principal, percée dans un des murs qui structurait l’espace, un trou d’une trentaine de centimètres de diamètre accueillait la taille de la journaliste blonde. En fait, on avait construit le mur autour du ventre de l’esclave ukrainienne la laissant en permanence dans une position inconfortablement debout et penchée à la fois : nue, perchée sur des talons aiguilles d’un côté du mur de béton et légèrement penchée de l’autre côté. Impossible pour la grande blonde autrefois plantureuse de s’échapper de cette torture.

N’importe qui pouvait la baiser du côté de ses fesses sans qu’elle ne puisse le voir. C’est Aïké, une autre esclave qui se chargeait de la nourrir, de la nettoyer à coup de jet d’eau et de la fouetter chaque jour.

Au fond du donjon, de modestes petites cellules étaient dissimulées, offrant un espace fermé pour Sex hikayeleri les esclaves de la Confrérie. Les murs de pierre brute ajoutaient une touche d’authenticité à ces recoins intimes, tandis que des lueurs tamisées provenant de bougies à LED discrètement placées créaient une ambiance feutrée. C’est dans l’une de ces cellules que Leila, la jeune maghrébine, vivait à présent. Allongée à même le sol en ciment, elle dormait encore après son viol de la veille. Depuis que Maitre Jacques l’avait récupéré avec la complicité de Maëva, la beurette vivait un enfer.

Non loin de là, un espace dédié aux besoins sanitaires comprenait une salle de douche et des toilettes. Des carrelages sombres et luisants recouvraient le sol, donnant une impression de propreté et de modernité dans ce cadre médiéval. Mais il était réservé aux membres de la Confrérie. Les esclaves recevaient des jets d’eau programmés directement dans leur cellule et constituait leur seul aise hygiénique. Des trous dans les sols des cellules permettaient l’évacuation des fluides.

Une salle de dressage intrigante occupait également une partie du sous-sol. Les murs étaient ornés d’ustensiles curieux tels que des cannes de bambous, des fouets, des collections de godemichet et de ceintures gode et d’autres équipements rappelant l’époque révolue de l’Inquisition. C’était un espace propice au dressage des esclaves et des soumises. Des croix de saint André entouraient la pièce et des crochets étaient fixés un peu partout sur le plafond et sur le sol. Dans cette salle, Joséphine Charline, l’inspectrice de police, tenait une sorte de lance terminée par un arc métallique. Toute habillée de cuir, elle faisait face à Laura Macudam suspendue au plafond par un entrelac ingénieux de cordes qui fisselaient son corps de métisse vietnamienne. L’ancienne patronne de Health Dynamic, jouait le rôle d’exutoire à la policière brune qui l’électrocutait avec sa lance avant de la branler violemment.

L’entrée du sous-sol, où arrivait l’ascenseur secret, était un espace impressionnant. Des portes massives en bois sombre s’ouvraient sur un couloir voûté, où des torches LED aux flammes dansantes éclairaient le passage. Les visiteurs étaient accueillis par une ambiance mystérieuse et intrigante dès leur arrivée. L’ascenseur s’ouvrit et un couple menotté suivait Jacques Mousatir.

La femme vêtue d’un abaya et voilée à la mode islamique, marchait péniblement comme un âne têtu refusant la voie proposée. Droit, tel un pique, son mari marchait le long du couloir. Son cou serti du collier de silicone qui contrôlait sa volonté et ses mouvements l’obligeait à obéir au mécréant qui le devançait. Les foudres de l’enfer frappaient la famille de Leila. Ses parents allaient devenir des choses de la Confrérie. Nora et Mohammed avançaient vers un destin funeste.

Jacques dirigea le couple dans la salle de dressage dans laquelle Joséphine Charline avait joué avec Laura suffisamment longtemps. Le vieil homme attacha les deux mains de Nora aux branches supérieures d’une croix de Saint André. Derrière son voile noir, la musulmane gueulait dans un mélange de français et d’arabe. Incapable de se mouvoir et dépouillé de volonté, Mohammed bouillait intérieurement de colère en observant Jacques attacher son épouse.

– Je vais m’amuser avec vous, commença le membre de la Confrérie. Votre fille a fait une bêtise. Vous allez payer.

– Laisse-nous sale chien, hurlait Nora. La police va arrêter vous.

– Ça m’étonnerait Madame, sourit Jacques.

– Mais tu fais quoi Mohammed! hurla la musulmane. Défends-moi.

Jacques éclata de rire alors qu’il préparait quelques ustensiles sur une petite desserte à roulettes qu’il rapprocha de l’algérienne voilée en colère.

– Mohammed, retire l’abaya de ta femme, commanda-t-il en lui proposant une paire de ciseaux.

Intérieurement, l’homme refusa et, obéit extérieurement. Il découpa les manches de sa femme jusqu’à l’encolure de l’abaya. Nora lui gueulait dessus sans comprendre qu’il n’avait pas le choix. Puis, Mohammed tira sur le tissu au niveau de la taille et le vêtement tomba à ses pieds. Seuls la culotte, le soutien gorge noir et le voile qui tombait sur les épaules nues, habillement encore la mère de Leila.

– Elle a quelle âge ta femme?

– 37 ans, Monsieur.

– Tu t’embêtes pas Mohammed! Tu as 25 ans de plus que ta femme. Elle est encore très belle, remarqua Jacques en contemplant le ventre peu rebondi et les hanches menues.

Nora pleurait d’humiliation. Jamais elle n’avait été aussi dévêtue devant un homme. Seul son mari avec lequel elle s’était mariée à 18 ans l’avait vu nu.

– Enlève sa culotte.

Mohammed baissa le tissu. Un sexe broussailleux noir se démarquant sur la peau halée de la femme. Nora pleurait et tentait de se détacher. Mais les liens fixaient solidement ses poignets.

– Tu aimes baiser ta femme, Mohammed?

– Oui, Monsieur. Tous les soirs.

– Elle est gironde. Montre-moi ses seins.

L’algérien en colère se voyait obéir aux abominations Sikiş hikayeleri de Jacques. Il dégrafa le soutien-gorge et libéra deux jolis seins en poire.

– Je sais d’où Leila tient sa beauté.

Nora fixa Jacques.

– Oui, Madame. Je baise et viole votre fille depuis des mois et des mois. C’est mon esclave sexuelle.

Le couple se mit à pleurer. L’enfer n’avait pas de fond. Jacques passa devant Mohammed et malaxa les seins.

– Pitié M’sieur. Pitié, suppliait la musulmane n’ayant que son voile pour couvrir sa pudeur.

Le rictus malsain sur le visage de Jacques effraya le couple.

– Mohammed. Tu vas sortir ma queue et la sucer pour me faire bander. Je vais violer ta femme ensuite.

Le silence a des profondeurs que les cris de haine ne parviennent pas à tarir. Nora regarda son époux s’agenouiller aux pieds du tortionnaire. Il baissa la fermeture éclair. Entre ses doigts flétris, Mohammed dégagea la queue déjà presque dure de Jacques. Une nausée infâme s’empara de la musulmane. Le vieux algérien introduisit le sexe dur dans sa bouche.

– Mmmmmhhh, mais tu es bon toi. Mets-y la langue aussi, lança Jacques en jouant avec les tétons de Nora.

Il passait également ses doigts dans la fente poilue. Il sentait la bouche humide de son jouet l’aspirer de mieux en mieux. Jacques se dégagea et saisit les hanches de la mère de Leila. Il se plaça entre ses cuisses et pénétra la musulmane qui hurla comme une bête blessée. Jacques la culbuta de plus en plus fort.

– Eh… suceuse de queue, s’adressa-t-il à Mohammed, retire le voile de ta femme que je vois son visage et ses cheveux.

Le tissu tiré, Jacques eut l’impression de baiser Leila 20 vingt ans plus vieille. Il éjacula dans la chatte de la musulmane qui gueulait de rage.

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La détresse de Leila était palpable lorsqu’elle se retrouva à nouveau enfermée dans une cellule exiguë. Les murs froids et austères semblaient se refermer sur elle, amplifiant son sentiment d’oppression. Les rares sorties vers la salle de dressage offraient une brève échappatoire, mais la souffrance expérimentée y était plus crue qu’autrefois. Le retour à sa prison étroite ne faisait qu’accentuer son désespoir.

Dans cet environnement lugubre, c’était Aïké qui prenait en charge la nourriture de Leila. Les échanges étaient minimalistes, réduits à de brefs échanges de regards et quelques mots échangés dans le silence pesant de la cellule.

Alors que Leila subissait avec acharnement des coups de canne sous la supervision de Jacques, Marie et Moussa rejoignirent la session. Les échanges verbaux étaient rares, mais la tension était palpable. Le corps recouvert de blessure et de plaies presqu’ouvertes excita Moussa, un grand black qui appartenait à la Confrérie.

– Je n’ai pas le temps aujourd’hui ma puce, dit le grand gaillard noir en giflant les seins de Leila. Je te baiserai le cul une autre fois.

La beurette le vit revenir des cellules avec Laura. L’ancienne patronne de Leila était toute mince et semblait vide de vie. Marie Mousatir tenait en laisse une autre femme. Une vieille vietnamienne.

– Pourquoi vous faites cela? Qu’est-ce que vous voulez de moi? criait Laura Mucadam.

– Tu as désobéi. Suis les ordres et tais-toi, répondit calmement Marie en tirant sur la longe de la mère de Laura qui pleurait.

Ils allèrent dans le second donjon.

Jacques quitta la salle de dressage où Leila goûtait à présent les lanières d’un fouet que la belle Aïké abattait sur ses flancs. La douleur cuisante du cuir sur sa peau fine tirait des cris affreux. Jamais encore, depuis sa soumission, la maghrébine subit une telle torture. Elle en regrettait presque sa condition de soumise à l’Uber-Sex ou les séances pendant lesquelles, le plaisir apparaissait parfois malgré elle.

– Alors ma petite pute, lança Jacques dans son dos en revenant dans la pièce.

Attachée sur le chevalet de bois et de cuir, la tête en bas, les quatre membres solidement attachés à cheval sur la barre centrale, comme une motarde sur sa machine, les fesses vers le haut, la beurette ne pouvait pas le voir. Quand il passa devant elle suivit de deux personnes, elle hurla comme une bête qu’on éviscère vivante.

– J’ai ramené tes parents pour qu’ils te tiennent compagnie.

Leila avait une assez bonne connaissance du niveau de perversité de son Maître pour s’attendre à toutes les abominations. Elle avait cédé sous le joug implacable d’un chantage vicieux, qui avait exploité sa liaison avec Maëva pour manipuler sa peur du jugement de ses parents. Dans l’amère réalité de cette trahison, la belle rousse se révélant être complice de cette mascarade, le dégoût envahissait Leila, noyant son esprit dans une profonde répulsion. L’abjecte punition infligée par le truchement de ses propres parents, sous l’emprise de la manipulation de quelques drogues ou quelques moyens qu’elle ne comprenait pas, amplifiait encore davantage son sentiment de dégoût, transformant son être en une marée sombre d’amertume et de désillusion.

Nora Erotik hikaye et Mohammed logeaient depuis deux jours dans l’une des cellules du sous-sol. Jacques, Dom Pietro, Martial Bascoul et Joséphine Cherline en avaient largement profité en violant les deux maghrébins. La mère de Leila était dévastée. Violée à de multiples reprises, la femme de trente-sept ans avait subi tous les outrages. L’absence de réaction de son mari et sa complicité étonnante redoublait son désespoir.

Le vieux algérien, lui aussi subissait sans pouvoir réagir les outrages les plus immondes. Le collier d’asservissement développé par Jacques Mousatir avec le concours des moyens de l’entreprise Health Dynamics l’obligeait à obéir alors que son esprit hurlait de s’y soustraire.

– Déshabille-toi Mohammed que tu montres ta belle queue à ta fille, dit Jacques.

– Noonnnn, hurla Leila.

La chemise et le pantalon du vieil homme tombèrent sur le sol. Comme il était pieds nus, seul son slip blanc kangourou d’un autre temps masquait sa nudité. Leila ferma les yeux quand son père le baissa.

– Aïké, tu vas branler tranquillement Mohammed pour le préparer. Il va baiser sa fille.

– Noonnnn, hurla Nora, les bras attachés dans le dos, et les chevilles entravées.

– En fait, madame, murmura Jacques, j’ai très envie de voir du sexe. Donc….

– Non… c’est fille à nous…

Le petit rictus au coin de la bouche de Jacques fit frissonner Nora. La belle esclave noire, nue, les fesses divinement rebondies, la poitrine fière, referma doucement ses doigts sur la verge molle de Mohammed. Le lent mouvement fit gonfler la tige. Leila gardait toujours les yeux fermés.

– Ma petite pute chérie, dit Jacques en caressant les plaies de la jeune maghrébine, si tu n’ouvres pas les yeux, je vais torturer ta mère, l’électrocuter, la fouetter, la frapper, lui tordre les seins à les arracher, lui percer le sexe…

Leila découvrit la queue de son père dressée devant ses yeux dans la main noire d’Aïké.

– …Bien, ma bonne pute, rit Jacques en enfonçant un doigt dans son cul. Maintenant Nora, si vous ne voulez pas que son papa la baise, vous allez me donner votre corps.

Une boule serrée étrangla la gorge de la mère. Alors que l’esclave noire continuait à masturber tranquillement le maghrébin et que Jacques branlait le cul de Leila avec deux doigts, Nora acquiesça.

– Je veux que tout le monde l’entende, insista l’homme aux cheveux blancs.

– Je vais offrir mon corps à vous, m’sieur, dit-elle en pleurant. Mohammed pas sexe avec ma fille, je vous en supplie.

– Déshabillez-vous madame.

Nora regarda son mari nu se faisant branler par une grande black chauve. La mère de Leila ôta son abaya déjà bien sale de son séjour dans la cellule. Elle retira son voile pour dégager une longue chevelure noire.

– Tes sous-vêtements également!

Mohammed, Aïké, Leila et Jacques la regardèrent se mettre complètement nue.

– Viens-là. Tu vas me sucer si tu ne veux pas que papa baise sa fille, lança méchamment le vieil homme en continuant de doigter le cul de Leila.

Nora s’agenouilla devant son tortionnaire. Rapidement, sans réfléchir, soumise aux ordres, elle enfonça la verge molle dans sa bouche. Le goût de ce blanc la dégoûtait mais, obéissante, elle le suçait.

– C’est bien! Tu ne suces pas aussi bien que ta fille mais c’est pas mal.

Les cœurs de Nora et Leila se serrèrent. L’humiliation était le moteur de Jacques et il était bien rodé. Continuant d’enfoncer ses deux doigts dans le fondement de la jeune algérienne, il pénétra au fond de la gorge de la mère.

– Mohammed approche que ta femme nous suce tous les deux. Aïké, viens me remplacer.

Le vieil homme soumis et Jacques entouraient Nora qui, une verge dans chaque main, gobait alternativement les deux queues bien raides. L’esclave noire passa derrière Leila qui était toujours entravée sur le chevalet. Elle enfonça un gode dans l’anus.

– Mets-les deux queues dans ta bouche!

Nora s’exécuta comme elle pût. Soumise, la trentenaire suçait les deux bites comme une sale pute.

– Aïké, va chercher un autre chevalet. Tu sais ce que je veux?

– Oui Maitre. J’y vais, répondit l’esclave noire.

La grande black installa un chevalet juste en face du visage de Leila. Elle enfonça une cagoule de cuir noir sur la tête de la beurette. Trois trous : les deux yeux et la bouche. La fermeture éclair empêchait la cagoule de glisser. Sur le haut, au niveau du crâne, un crochet d’acier était fixé. Aïké tendit une cordelette entre ce crochet et les pieds arrière du chevalet. Cela imposait à la tête de Leila de rester relevée.

Jacques et son esclave noire installèrent Nora dans l’exacte position symétrique de Leila. Mère et fille, l’une en face de l’autre, contrainte à quatre pattes sur un chevalet, la même cagoule, les têtes relevées, comme l’envers d’un miroir.

– Maintenant Mesdames, lança Jacques en se branlant pour conserver son érection, nous allons nous amuser. Aïké va revenir avec un petit objet que j’aime bien. Sur la base du chevalet sur lequel vous êtes confortablement installée…

Le ton ironique et sadique de Jacques irrita la mère et la fille qui avaient du mal à respirer dans cette position humiliante.

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Brody Barlow decided to rent out a cabin in the woods for one month to help him recover from the nervous breakdown he recently experienced. His boss had placed him on an indefinite leave of absence and had recommended an extended vacation. This cabin, suggested by a coworker, was a lakeshore property surrounded by forest. There was a dock and a private boathouse. The nearest neighbors were about a half mile away. The town was on the other side of the vast lake and it was about a forty-minute drive, twenty minutes by boat, away. It was a quiet and serene place, perfect for relaxing.Brody arrived at the cabin in the early afternoon; he had wanted to get settled in before a storm that was forecasted began to move in. He made sure that the pantry and refrigerator were stocked before unpacking his suitcase. Once everything was in place, Brody went for a walk down to the boathouse. The crisp air was refreshing to Brody’s fragile spirit. The clouds were darkening, and small drops of rain started to fall as Brody made his way back up from the boathouse. The small drops turned into a downpour after Brody made it back inside.Brody set to work making dinner: a hearty chicken noodle soup. Once all the ingredients were added to the pot, he sat down in the living room and turned on the TV. When the soup was ready, he pulled up a stool to the kitchen island and enjoyed his meal there. As he ate, he read the pamphlet the owners of the cabin left for their guests.“Welcome to the Mullins House. This home has been in our family since the cabin was built more than one hundred years ago! Great-great-grandfather Mullins purchased the property in 1899 with the fortune that he earned during the gold rush in this area (from the 1870s through the 1910s). The cabin itself was built in 1905 and much if it still remains as part of the ground floor. The house has expanded and been modernized over the years. The upstairs was added in 1914, as the Mullins family grew. The 1950s saw the kitchen and dining room merge into an open-floor concept. Remodeling in the 1960s opened and expanded the living room to give the space more natural light; this is when the Sex hikayeleri deck and original hot tub were added. The 1990s saw the master bedroom expand into the master suite, with a walk-in closet and grand bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub. More recent renovations in the 2000s and 2010s have seen the modernization of the electricity and plumbing. The hot tub on the deck was upgraded in 2015. The bathrooms and kitchen have new tiling and cabinets as of 2016. The whole house had new flooring put in just last year in 2022.”The pamphlet went on to talk about Great-great-grandfather Mullins and his family, including photos; it named the architect of the original cabin as Lloyd W. Franks. It even had advertisements for the contractors who did the more recent renovations from the last twenty years. It was very informative and interesting. It gave a brief history of each room; it turns out that the downstairs library-office space was once Granny Mullins’ bedroom.Brody got himself ready for bed. The storm outside was getting stronger and louder. Brody figured it was best to ride out the storm from the comfort of his master suite. He went downstairs to get a glass of water when he heard a knock. He assumed it was the wind and thought nothing of it. The knock became stronger. He walked over to the front door and listened; the knocking was coming from the other side of the door. He crept closer and heard something he did not expect.“Help me!” said a voice from the other side of the door.Brody leaped back in fright.“Please let me in!” said the voice; it was faint, but Brody could tell it was feminine.Brody opened the door, a beautiful woman dressed in all white was standing on the doorstep soaking wet. She had pale, porcelain skin, long sandy brown hair, crystal blue eyes, full pink lips, and a sensuous curvy body. She looked familiar, but Brody couldn’t place her.“Oh! Um! Come in, come in,” said Brody, moving his body out of the way. “Are you okay?”“I’m much better now,” the woman said.“Let’s get you warmed up.”Brody led the woman to the fireplace and turned on the gas-fueled flames.“Oh, that feels so good,” the woman Sikiş hikayeleri said. She placed her hands near the fire.“I’ll find you something dry to wear,” said Brody.He dashed upstairs and into one of the unoccupied bedrooms. He found two bathrobes in the closet, but nothing else. He took one of the bathrobes and returned to the living room. The woman was still warming herself by the fire.“Sorry, miss,” Brody said. “This robe is all I could find.”“That’s alright,” she shivered as she accepted the robe. “It’s certainly better than nothing.”“I’ll show you to the bathroom so you can change. Feel free to take a warm shower; the owners left out some toiletries you can use. I can wash and dry your wet clothes when you’re done.”Brody led the mystery woman to the bathroom. He was curious about the woman, but he thought it was best to question her after she warmed up.“Thank you so much for your hospitality,” said the woman.She went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Brody heard the shower turn on and he went back to the living room. He had so many questions: who was this woman? Where did she come from? Why was she out in the storm? How come she looks so familiar?It was too dangerous to send her back out or to drive her anywhere. He figured he can let her sleep in one of the unused bedrooms. He went into the kitchen and started boiling water; he wanted to offer her a warm beverage. He then went upstairs into the hall closet to find extra blankets for the woman, and placed them on the bed in the spare room. He went back downstairs to check on the kettle. Brody was a little startled to find the woman dressed in the bathrobe in the kitchen.“Oh! Uh, hi,” he said. “I was making you a warm beverage. I have tea, hot cocoa, coffee– it might be a little late for coffee–, uh, something else?”“I’ll have tea,” said the woman.“What flavor?” Brody asked. “I have chamomile, lavender, peppermint, lemon, and ginger.”“That’s quite an assortment of tea. I’ll take a chamomile.”“Excellent choice.”Brody fixed the woman some tea, and made himself a cup.“Thank you, Mister–?” the woman started.“Brody, my name is Brody.”“I’m Erotik hikaye Almira.”“Nice to meet you Almira.”“Nice to meet you, too, Brody.”They shook hands. Brody couldn’t help but feel as though he had seen this woman before. Why did the name Almira ring a bell? He didn’t know anyone by that name.“Almira, may I ask how you came to this cabin, in this storm?”“I was driving home. I live about a mile up the road, and my car got a flat. I couldn’t get phone service out there and the rain was coming down so hard; I went to the closest house I could find.”“I have a spare room you can sleep in tonight, then we can get your tire fixed in the morning.”“I’m not imposing on you?”“No, I’m glad to be of service to you.”“Thank you, Brody.” Almira settled in upstairs, and Brody took her damp clothes to the laundry room and washed them. He then went back to the master suite. He turned off the lights and got into bed. He tried to read an eBook on his phone, but he couldn’t stop thinking of the beautiful woman in the next room. Her curvy, voluptuous body aroused him; how warm would it feel against his. He thought of her full lips, how he wanted to kiss them. He imagined her soft, brown hair; he wished he could run his fingers through it. His thoughts turned into dreams as he fell asleep.Brody wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping when he woke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. Almira walked in, wearing nothing but a smile. She closed the door softly before she tip-toed over to Brody’s bed. Her body appeared to be glowing in the moonlight. She slid into the bed next to Brody. He turned to look at her and she kissed him on the lips. Perhaps Brody was still asleep; surely this must be a dream, a very pleasant dream.Almira’s kisses grew intense with need. She placed her left hand around his head; her right hand massaged his chest, then his stomach, then down to his growing bulge. Brody sat up and took off his shirt. Almira pushed him back gently, still massaging his bulge. Brody pulled her closer, kissing her neck, grabbing her breast. Almira moved herself up on Brody until her breasts were at his mouth. He took turns kissing and sucking both of them. She moved herself up on Brody again, until her thick thighs were straddling his face. She rocked her hips as his tongue glided along her slit. He sucked on her clit and made circles with his tongue; Almira came hard in his mouth.

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He’s here again. Fourth week in a row.As if getting up before ten on a Sunday morning for father-enforced exercise with my sister and her friend wasn’t bad enough, and he’s making the already tedious outing at the council pool near unbearable. Going to university should mean I escape compulsory sport and everything to do with it, not that it gets moved to my summer holidays.Eyes down!Crap. Too late; things are already stirring below from that single glance. I’ll have to get in the water before the tent in my trunks is too obvious.I slide in, wincing. It’s not really that cold, but it always seems that way when you first get in. Hopefully, that will help my loins calm down and shrink things, though if that bulge in his Speedos is after being in the cold water… No! Stop thinking about that! Not in a public pool! Keep it for tonight, alone in your room.With a grimace, I start my routine of swimming laps, trying to avoid both conversation with my father and staring at the current object of my confused obsession. Confused because, although his hairy muscular physique is nothing like my dad’s, and he is definitely younger than him, he is still old enough to be my father. And I don’t like older men. Do I? No, I like cute twinks like myself, and maybe athletic tops if they look like Brad Pitt, but definitely no one more than ten — let alone twenty — years older, and not bears, not even muscular ones who would be snapped up for the role of Aragorn by any local production of Lord Of The Rings.So why can’t I take my eyes off him or make this boner go down?Time drags on until I judge that I’ve swum enough to satisfy my dad’s demands that I engage in some form of physical exercise, and I tell him that I’m getting changed. After waiting for the opportune moment when no one Sex hikayeleri else is looking, I haul myself out, doing my best to disguise my continuing arousal as nothing more than an illusion from the wet material, and head through the footbath to the showers as fast as possible. Cursory rinse of chlorine from my skin complete, I grab my things from my locker, grateful to finally have something to hold in front of my crotch. I turn to begin the search for a free cubicle and walk straight into the person at the locker beside mine.“Sorry,” I mumble, not looking up.“You should look where you’re going. You can’t take your eyes off me the rest of the time.”My eyes snap up as ice falls into my belly. It’s him. A good head taller than me and twice as broad with those swimmers’ shoulders, he’s more gorgeous than ever with his long, dark hair released from its top knot. It forms a wet mane around his bearded face, framing piercing brown eyes that laugh at me despite his stern expression.“Um, I’m not sure what you mean.” I glance around. There’s a family at the other end of the lockers, but otherwise, we’re alone.“Don’t deny it. It’s too obvious. You want me, don’t you?”“N-no, I think—”The voice of my sister talking to her friend echoes from the showers, and when I look over my shoulder in that direction, he puts his hand over my mouth and pulls me into the closest cubicle, locking it.For one, this space would be cramped, but with two it feels positively claustrophobic. I struggle, but his body pins me to the wall, our clothes sandwiched between us. As I look at his face again, he brings a finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet. Breathing hard, I look into eyes alive with amusement as the chatter of the girls draws nearer. My captor bends forwards Sikiş hikayeleri to speak in my ear in a low, gravelly voice that I still fear will carry.“How would you like to get fucked where everyone can hear?”A chill from something other than fear runs down my spine as the water drips from his hair onto my reddening face, a not entirely benign smile tugging at his lips.“I thought so. I can spot a needy boy-slut a mile off.”With his free hand, he takes the combined bundle of our clothes and towels, and dumps them on the bench, half of them sliding onto the floor.“Well, today’s your lucky day, because you picked the right muscle bear to ogle. I didn’t bring any lube, and there’s not enough noise here to cover your squeals if I take your arse without it, so I’ll let you apologise by gagging on my cock. Sound good?”His hand slides to my neck, but I can’t speak. Only a whimper escapes my lips as they reach for his of their own accord. His eyes narrow and he withdraws an inch, pursing his lips, and then — splat! I jerk in shock as a mouthful of saliva splatters onto my face.“I don’t kiss whores,” he growls, and my chest seizes at the humiliation of being spat on and the possibility that anyone, related or not, might have heard me being called a whore. Apparently my dick knows better than my head, though, because it throbs with his words. He notices. “You actually like that, don’t you?”Entranced, I nod, and he rewards my honesty with another spray of spit.“Real subby little boy-bitch, aren’t we?” he sneers, squeezing my throat tighter. My hand shoots up to grab his wrist — the first proactive act I’ve taken since being pulled in here — but not to pull him away. Though far beyond any of my fantasies, something in my core tells me that I need this.“I Erotik hikaye do like subby bottoms,” he whispers and pushes me down, his one arm enough to force my knees to buckle until they are on the hard tiles. Another shiver of humiliation runs through me as I feel the bottom of the wall on my heels, my toes having slipped through into the neighbouring cubicle, thankfully vacant — for now. Anyone nearby who happens to glance down will immediately know someone is kneeling at someone else’s feet.“My bottoms beg,” he murmurs. I shake my head and he grabs a fistful of my hair. “Really?”I gasp, and he uses his other hand to smear his saliva across my cheeks and push it between my lips. Instinctively, I suck on his fingers, but he whips them away, slapping me across the face.“Beg!”“Please,” I whisper, hoping that is enough, but know it’s not even before he shakes his head.“Not good enough.”“Please, Sir.” The title just slips out naturally, and his lips curl. “Please, Sir, may I kiss your cock?”My whispered words echo in the sudden silence, and I fear we have been heard, but then I hear the much louder whisper of my sister’s friend from two or three doors away, saying, “And then he put his hands down my pants!” followed by the hysterical giggles of seventeen-year-old girls discussing something naughty. Ordinarily, I might have strained my ears to hear the latest escapade of buxom Bridget, but right now I could not care less other than for the reassurance that they had not been listening to my own confession of lust.“You may,” my still anonymous new master acquiesces.Tugging his skintight briefs down, I free the flesh I have lusted after for the past month. It is still soft and retracted inside the foreskin, balls up tight from the cold of the pool, yet still intimidates me. How am I going to fit this in me when it’s hard? More eagerly than my bashfulness might have implied, I kiss it, licking the chlorinated water from his sac and warming his shaft so that it begins to grow. I go to touch it, but he knocks my hand away.

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Jim stood at the door watching her go to the treehouse, like every other night before.Jim knew exactly what she was doing. He knew why she was going to the treehouse. Jim had been accepting this for quite some time now. He never knew exactly when she started cheating on him, but he knew who she was cheating with.He remembers building the treehouse for his son many years ago and how happy he was to have it. His son spent many days and nights playing with his friends in it. They would head up there every day after school and had to be almost dragged out for dinner. Then, when he was done with dinner and homework, he would be back up there with the kids on the farm. Most of the time, it was Hector. They had been best friends for as long as he could remember.Jim returned to his chair and sat thinking about the life that he and Bonnie shared. It had been a good life for the most part. Farming was good in the early years, but the economy had taken its toll on profits. He remembers letting go of most of his staff and now relies on the upcoming young men that are the children of who’s left. But, unfortunately, the same young men enjoy Bonnie every chance they get.He decided that he couldn’t focus on this anymore tonight. He got up and headed toward the staircase and his bedroom. The thoughts of what she was doing were too much for his tired body and mind to handle.As he walked, he stopped and looked at himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He thought to himself; he used to be a strapping young man, just like Hector. Instead, years of hard labor and long hours of stress have turned Jim into a slender, broken-down man. He sympathized with Bonnie and almost agreed that she needed a younger version of him to keep her happy.Heading to the door and glancing at the treehouse confirmed he was too tired. He stood there looking, and as if a whisper came in like a newborn spring day, it came to him. He knew what he had to do. He loved Bonnie and was not giving her up to these young men. He would get his revenge and make her realize what she had been missing from him.Before taking his revenge, he would have to change himself. He used to be strapping and is now broken down. That would change. He was always tired, which would also have to change. Their sex life would also have to change. But not before she sees what she has been missing. He then devised a plan. Starting tomorrow, things will be different.___________________________________________________________________________The following day, Jim woke up as usual at the ass-crack of dawn. But today, he lingered around at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and writing things down on paper. Jim sent his son out in the field to start working and watched Bonnie as she made her way around the house, cleaning and tidying up. He would glance over at her occasionally, smile, and then return to his coffee and paper. He knew this was driving her crazy. He could see how anxious she was to get out to the treehouse. But, nevertheless, he was in no hurry to leave.Jim sat writing notes about his diet and what he could eat to gain a few pounds to turn back into muscle mass. His notes were also names of local single women he knew from going to town and what his few friends told him. His friends were always bragging about which ones were the best lays. Also, which ones were the easiest to get with? So he thought to himself, if he was going to use women to get revenge, why not use the best lays in town?The rest of his notes to himself were about ways to change things on the farm. The most significant change would be that he was not going to be killing himself in the fields all day anymore. He decided that the young guys would have to work harder and longer to make up for him not being there all the time. This meant starting earlier and working through lunch. This also meant they would be much more tired at the end of the day. Of course, this was his way of dis-swaying them from having enough energy to enjoy Bonnie anymore. This idea brought a slight grin to his face.It was getting close to lunchtime now. He felt he had enough to put some of his plans into action. He knew Ricardo would be heading back from the fields soon for lunch. So he decided to call a meeting and have Ricardo gather everyone in the barn to discuss changes. Sex hikayeleri Sure enough, when he got up to look out, he saw Ricardo coming in from the fields. He walked out and spoke to him, sending him all over the farm to gather everyone in the barn.Bonnie noticed this and was completely confused. She was also squirmy and horny as hell. She missed her morning sex, and now it looked like she was going to miss her afternoon sex. She didn’t know what was going on but knew she couldn’t say anything to Jim about her dilemma. She had no choice but to go back inside the house and keep cleaning. Maybe all the housework would keep her mind off the sex she was missing.In the barn, Jim watched as the staff gathered. He looked at the three young men and gave them a slight grin. He looked at his son and wondered for a second if he knew what his mom was up to. Then he put that out of his mind. That was not a thought path he wanted to go down.Hector’s father was the farm manager and his most trusted employee. He announced that Hector would become his assistant, and they would have to work very closely together. He knew by assigning Hector to his dad; he would have no time for extracurricular activities. This, of course, made him feel a little better.Ricardo was reassigned to feeding the cows and sheep and tending the animals. This meant he would have to be up extra early and be with them all day in the fields. He would have no time for lunch breaks back at the house. Jim told him to start packing his lunch.Raul had a new job as well. He would be Jim’s son’s new apprentice. That means he would always stay on his side and learn everything his son could teach him about running farmhands. But, since his son usually had to be all over the farm during the day, checking on the farmhands, Raul would be left with little time to enjoy anything.Jim explained more changes to the rest of the staff and why he wanted to make these changes. He wanted more time for other pursuits and expansions to the farm if all went well. Everyone accepted their new roles without question. They all knew times were tough, and it would mean more money for them if he could bring growth.With the first part of his plan complete, Jim sent everyone back to work at their new positions. This ensured that Bonnie would have no visitors today. They would be too wrapped up in their new jobs to get away. He also knew that since all the young men would be shadowing someone else, they couldn’t just break away. So Jim left the barn with a smile and a new bounce.________________________________________________________________________For the next two weeks, Jim was up and gone to town by mid-morning and returned just before dinner. During his time away from home, the treehouse had no visitors except Bonnie. None of the young men could see her. When Bonnie asked Jim about his daily trips to town, he would respond that it was going well and he was closing in on some excellent deals. Then he would smile and change the subject.Jim spent the last two weeks going to the CO-OP and talking to other farmers. He did make new deals for the farm. He agreed to use part of his acreage for grazing next spring with one of the other farmers for a price. He also decided that since he had some extra room in his barn, he would rent it to other farmers. This meant he would have extra income and less work for his staff. Less acreage to maintain indicated less work for them. So, he cut a deal to loan out his staff part of the day to nearby farms. The farmers would be paying them, which meant more profit for him. This also meant the entire young and old staff would be further away for parts of the day.Jim also spent the last two weeks with the few friends he had. They would go out to eat lunch or meet for coffee and breakfast. During his time with them, they spoke about all kinds of things. They talked about farming and sports, the local news, and what was happening worldwide. They also spoke about the local women. Jim would sit there and listen while taking mental notes. Fortunately for Jim, his friends were single or recently divorced. They were also all close in age and had similar tastes in women.Jim learned about a dozen local women who were beautiful and slightly younger than them and liked to have fun. Since Jim was Sikiş hikayeleri not looking for a long-term relationship, he ruled out all but three. He felt the rest would want to latch on or try to break up him and Bonnie. This was not his goal. He was out for revenge.The three left were different in many ways. There was the town huss bucket that Jim was pretty sure all his friends had at one time or another. There was the flirty single mom that didn’t want anything from men but sex after her ugly divorce. Then there was the quiet, reserved one that all his friends said couldn’t be had, but they were pretty sure would be the hottest lay.For the next few weeks, Jim spent most of his time in town trying to get close to these women without being obvious. The last thing he wanted was someone to return to Bonnie and tell her he was picking up women in town. At least not yet, anyway. He needed to secure himself with these women first and not have them find out about each other. He also needed to get them all back to his farm in front of her when the time was right.Getting close to these women was a challenging task. They all had different work schedules and lived on opposite ends of town from each other. Sometimes this was a good thing. But it also was very tiring. Chasing three women at the same time was never something Jim ever saw himself doing. Jim was always the quieter one of his friends. He was shy and never understood why or how he could land Bonnie.Rhonda, the town huss bucket as she was known, worked afternoons and evenings as a bartender/server for the local tavern. Since she was single, she was always at work and easy to find. This also meant her mornings and late evenings were usually open. Rhonda was the first woman Jim went after.Rhonda was easy to talk to and incredibly flirty. She was eager to hear all about Jim and his life. He almost felt like he was her prey instead of the other way around. Rhonda spent most of her time talking to Jim, bent over the bar with her cleavage in full view. She knew it was affecting him. She would lean in, rub her hand on his arm, and make sure her cleavage was the focus of Jim’s eyes.Rhonda knew from their talks that Jim was married. This didn’t bother her at all. On the contrary, it may have excited her even more. She was not afraid to get with a married man. She was not looking to settle down, and being with a married man ensured this. But, on the other hand, she was not looking to break up a happy home, either. She figured that if a man was looking to cheat, he was not very happy.After only a few short days of talking, Jim and Rhonda started having sex at her place every morning. The sex was good, and it helped Jim feel more confident about talking to women and having sex again. It had been at least two years since Bonnie, and he had been together. He didn’t realize how much he missed sex. He also didn’t know how many hours a day he was working on the farm till now.When Rhonda had to leave for work around mid-morning, Jim would shower and head out to talk with Faith. Faith was a single mom of a teenage daughter. Faith worked overnights from 11 pm-11 am stocking shelves at the local grocery store. Faith and Jim met when he decided to go grocery shopping one morning and kept asking her for help. He said his wife usually did all of this, and he was clueless about where anything was. Faith smiled, chuckled at this, and proceeded to help him for the rest of her shift. They talked and laughed the whole time.It took about a week of him going in daily close to the end of her shift and asking for help before she agreed to start seeing him outside the store. She did tell him that her time was limited because of her daughter, and she didn’t bring strange men around her child. So, they agreed that they would only see each other till her daughter was home from school. They enjoyed lunch at the restaurant and walked around the park. They talked about marriages and the problems they have gone through.Faith told Jim all about the ex and the things he had done. She also said she would never be interested in men that way again. Sex was one thing, but marriage was entirely out of the question. This comment got Jim’s attention, and he pursued it more by telling her about his wife and what she had been doing. Erotik hikaye That outraged Faith and she responded that his wife deserved to be taught a lesson.Jim and Faith have been enjoying each other every day since then. But only after she gets off work; Jim must be gone before her daughter gets home. The sex with Faith was better than he could have imagined. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she was a single mom or just that she wanted to help Jim with his revenge. Either way, neither of them was complaining about it at all. Like earlier in the day, Jim showered before heading out to meet with Galena.Galena was quiet, reserved, one of the three. She was a schoolteacher and worked during the day till around 3 pm. Since dinner at Jim’s wasn’t until around 7 pm, this gave him time to spend with her. Also, she liked to go to the gym after work, and since Jim decided he needed to put some muscle back on, this worked out well for him.Galena had been working out most of her life, and he could tell. She knew about all the machines and how to change their settings. She was not weak either. She used a decent amount of weight. Galena stayed to herself and focused on what she wanted to do. Jim noticed the guys around her looking but returning to their own stuff. No one approached her.Jim made his move and walked up to her. He told her he had no clue how to use most of these machines. He was not lying. He had not lifted weights since high school, and even then, the coach usually told him what to do. So, looking like a complete dork is the best route. He was a natural.Galena smiled and looked at Jim. She thought it was weird but cute that this slender, nice-looking guy would start talking to her. No one ever spoke to her in the gym. She was pretty sure they were all afraid of her. She was almost certain that she intimidated all the guys. She never understood this. They had no reason to be since she always tried to be nice to everyone.Galena thought to herself, what the hell? So she started talking with Jim about the machines and which ones she liked. She spoke about her routine and how she wanted to switch it up. She felt it did more to keep her tone. She also talked about how quiet it usually was in the gym at this time of day since most people were still at work. She said she enjoyed the quiet.This last comment brought a look to Jim’s face, and Galena caught it. She immediately apologized and told him she did not mean anything against him. Jim laughed and said not to worry about it. This made them both laugh and relax. The rest of the day, they spent time together in the gym, and Galena did her best to teach Jim about the machines. They made a date for the next day to work out together.Over the next few weeks, they worked out every day with each other. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. They talked about life and love and their relationships. They discussed Galena’s troubles with men and why she liked being alone. She said she had nothing against men but never wanted to stay with anyone for very long. She also said this is why she preferred married men, with no fear of commitment.Jim told Galena about his issues with Bonnie and why he decided to start working out again. He told her he wanted her to pay for what she had been doing. He figured if he got back into shape and beautiful women like Galena noticed him, she would feel guilty and want him full-time. Galena agreed and suggested he find a woman to have sex with. But, of course, that would add to her guilt.Smiling, Jim asked if she had anyone in mind. Galena blushed a little and gave a coy smile, saying, maybe.For the next few weeks, Jim and Galena had wild sex every day after working out. Galena was the hottest and best lay Jim, had so far. His friends were correct and did not know it. But, of course, he could never tell them either. Galena may have been quiet on the outside, but sexually, she was on fire and was not afraid to be boisterous. It was a good thing all her neighbors were still at work when they were having sex.____________________________________________________________________________________________________ It has been two months since Jim decided to implement his plan. Jim was thrilled with the changes he had made so far.The farm has never been more successful and will continue to be on the upswing once spring gets here. He has gotten into better shape and even gained a few pounds. Not as slender and broken down as he once was. And sexually, he has been extraordinarily active and learned many things about himself.

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Délivrance

J’ouvre les yeux.

Mes premières sensations sont douloureuses. Il me semble que J’ai mal partout. Tout est blanc autour de moi sauf un mur de couleur. Je ne reconnais rien. Je ne sais pas où je suis.

Je finis par comprendre que je suis dans un hôpital. J’ai une perfusion, et une pince au bout des doigts.

À côté de moi je vois une sonnette qui permet d’appeler un soignant.

— Bonjour madame vous reprenez connaissance c’est bien me dit quelqu’un en blouse blanche.

— Où suis-je? Que s’est-il passé?

— Vous avez eu un accident de voiture. Vous êtes à l’hôpital. Vous avez eu beaucoup de chance, Rassurez-vous à part quelques ecchymoses et une fracture du poignet que l’on a opérée, vous n’avez rien de grave.

— On attendait votre réveil pour savoir ce qui s’est passé.

— Je ne comprends rien. Je ne me souviens de rien.

— Vous n’aviez aucun document sur vous. Pouvez-vous me donner votre identité pour que l’on recherche votre famille.

Je réfléchis quelque instant, je ne me souviens que de lumière violente, un cri, un bruit violent et plus rien.

— C’est effroyable! Je ne peux pas répondre à cette question. Je ne me souviens pas de mon nom!

— C’est le choc émotionnel. Une amnésie partielle ou totale survient parfois après un accident. Nous avons fait tous les examens qui s’imposaient. Vous n’avez pas de traumatisme crânien. Il va vous falloir beaucoup de repos pour avoir une chance de récupérer. Je vais faire en sorte que vous ayez la visite de la psychologue du service. Elle vous accompagnera pour tenter de vous faire retrouver la mémoire.

C’est ainsi que tous les jours, une psychologue est venue me rendre visite. D’abord dans ma chambre, puis dans le bureau du service. Parfois on allait dans le parc de l’hôpital pour changer de cadre et me stimuler autrement.

Aujourd’hui, presque deux mois plus tard je suis capable de me souvenir de qui je suis et de ce qui s’est passé avant l’accident. J’ai appris que le conducteur n’avait pas survécu.

Après s’être assurée que j’allais mieux physiquement et mentalement, la psychologue avec qui j’ai lié une relation de confiance m’a fait parler au sujet de mon tatouage pubien, de la marque que j’ai à la fesse droite et des piercings. On a pu me retirer les anneaux que j’avais dans le nez et les seins ainsi que la barre à mon clitoris mais il a été impossible de retirer les œillets fiches dans mes lèvres, sans risquer de me les abîmer.

Avec son aide, j’ai réussi à penser que je n’étais pas coupable mais plutôt que j’avais été victime d’un couple de pervers. Je me suis beaucoup confiée à elle, mais je n’ai jamais pu lui parler de cette grossesse et de ces bébés que je ne connaitrais jamais.

Je lui ai raconté ma déchéance qui a commencé dès le deuxième jour de ma relation avec cet homme, le directeur de l’hôtel où avait lieu le congrès auquel je devais assister pour mon travail.

Je lui ai raconté qu’après avoir redécouvert le plaisir du sexe avec lui il a fait de moi un objet sexuel. Il m’a séquestré avec mon amie Barbara, qui était venue me retrouver pour participer avec moi à ce congrès. Il m’a éloignée de ma famille et m’a convaincue qu’ils ne voudraient plus de moi en raison de ce que j’étais devenue. La honte et la culpabilité m’a fait me rendre à cette évidence et j’ai accepté ma nouvelle condition de soumise. Par la suite avec Barbara, nous avons été abusées, humiliées, prises et rabaissées au rang de bête. J’ai d’ailleurs été tondue et marquée comme une bête d’où le tatouage et la marque sur la fesse.

Puis j’ai été séparée de Barbara. Cela fut le début Sex hikayeleri de mon renoncement définitif à mon état d’être humain. J’ai commencé à m’éloigner de la réalité pour la supporter. Pendant un temps qui m’a semblé durer des années, mais qui en réalité n’a pas dépassé un an, j’ai été exploitée dans une maison close spécialisée dans le sadomasochisme extrême et la zoophilie.

J’allais être vendue aux enchères pour servir d’autres maîtres lorsque l’accident a eu lieu.

Après avoir compris tout cela, la psychologue de l’hôpital a expliqué mon escalade dans la déchéance à ma famille. Mon mari et mes enfants ont été formidables. Ils m’ont comprise et ils m’ont beaucoup soutenue. Ils ont accepté mon transfert dans un établissement spécialisé dans la réhabilitation des victimes comme moi.

Là, j’ai été aidée par une autre psychologue qui m’a incitée à écrire le récit de ce que j’ai vécu que vous lisez aujourd’hui.

Dans ce centre spécialisé, j’ai rencontré une femme qui a été comme moi victime d’un pervers. Elle aussi avait succombée aux plaisirs du sexe avant d’être l’objet d’une soumission sexuelle abusive.

Après plusieurs mois de soins, je suis guérie de mes sentiments de honte et de culpabilité. J’ai retrouvé confiance en moi et la confiance de ma famille. J’ai même pu retrouver mon poste de travail en mi-temps thérapeutique.

Je n’ai jamais oublié Barbara. Je me demande ce qu’elle est devenue, si même elle est encore en vie.

Je suis devenue l’amie d’Isabelle qui a une histoire similaire à la mienne. Elle m’a parlé de son maître qu’elle appelle Monsieur Gilles. Elle m’a expliqué ce qu’elle a vécu dans cette petite ville que je connais pour y avoir passé des vacances en famille sans jamais soupçonner ce qui s’y passait.

Dans cette clinique, nos chambres étaient au bout du couloir de l’étage des femmes, nous passions beaucoup de temps ensemble.

Elle m’a raconté comment, elle est tombée dans la toile tendue par cet homme. Institutrice à temps partiel, elle avait rencontré son tombeur dans le petit restaurant où elle déjeunait parfois. Sa vie intime avec un mari qui ne s’intéressait pas plus que cela à elle, s’étant réduite comme peau de chagrin, elle avait vite succombé au charme ravageur de cet homme. Il lui avait peu à peu redonnée confiance en elle, en sa capacité de séduction. Il l’emmenait danser dans un club, il faisait de la randonnée avec elle et elle avait facilement accepté de poser sur lui. De cliente danseuse dans ce club, elle est devenue danseuse de lap-dance ou pole-dance. Elle aimait le regard des hommes sur elle quand elle s’effeuillait.

Puis peu à peu, elle a accepté de coucher avec des amis et amies de Monsieur Gilles avant que celui-ci ne décide de la mettre sur le trottoir.

Cela a duré des années et elle avait même accepté d’être enceinte pour satisfaire les désirs de clients pervers.

C’est à l’issu d’une fausse-couche qu’elle s’est retrouvé à l’hôpital dans un état critique.

C’est elle qui a demandé à rester enfermée dans ce centre de soin car elle sait que si elle en sort, elle retombera dans son addiction, d’ailleurs un soir ou nous parlions dans ma chambre bien après l’heure officielle de l’extinction des feux, elle m’a montré son savoir-faire avec une femme.

Assises en nuisette, l’une à côté de l’autre sur le lit sa main est venue sur ma cuisse. Je lui ai souris. Je n’avais plus fait l’amour depuis mon hospitalisation il y a plusieurs mois et mon entrecuisse commençait à m’exciter, me démanger. Je l’ai laissé faire et quand sa main à remonter le tissu de la nuisette, j’ai écarté naturelle Sikiş hikayeleri mes cuisses et je me suis mise en position pour être baisée ou léchée. Elle a vu le tatouage que je portais sur mon pubis et sans hésiter, elle a plongé sa tête. Aussitôt c’est Barbara que j’ai vue lorsque j’ai fermé les yeux. La caresse de la bouche d’Isabelle était aussi douce que celle de mon amie. Isabelle m’avait expliqué son expérience et je savais qu’elle avait été vendue tant à des hommes qu’à des femmes. Elle était dans l’obligation de les satisfaire, quelque soit la situation et la demande. Mais cette fois ci ce n’est pas la contrainte ni la peur qui la motivait. Tout comme moi, c’est évident qu’elle prenait plaisir à ce qu’elle faisait. Quand elle a appuyé son doigt sur mon anus, je me suis instinctivement mise à quatre pattes. Elle a commencé à me caresser les fesses puis à me les claquer doucement. J’ai été surprise mais j’ai aimé. On aurait dit que mon corps se souvenait de ce qu’il avait supporté. J’ai poussé un petit cri et j’ai tendu mes fesses davantage comme pour l’inviter à aller plus loin.

— Tu aimes être prise par le cul on dirait.

— Oui, c’est bon. Continue Isabelle!

Mon petit trou était encore souple. Je pense même qu’il le restera longtemps.

Sans hésiter elle m’a rentré deux doigts et elle a commencé un va et vient lent d’abord puis de plus en plus rapide et fort. Je sentais son excitation en même temps que la mienne. J’ai commencé à couiner et à aller à la rencontre de ses doigts.

— Tu en veux plus hein Bénédicte?

— Oui, oh oui! C’est tellement bon.

Elle a pris un tube de médicaments qui était sur ma table de chevet. Il était long et de d’un diamètre proche de celui d’un sexe.

— Tiens je crois que tu vas aimer ça. Suce-le d’abord.

J’ai sucé le tube comme si je suçais un sexe.

Tu vas le prendre dans le cul mais d’abord tu vas te remplir la chatte toi-même.

Alors toujours à quatre pattes j’ai caressé mon clitoris avec le tube puis je me suis fourrée la chatte.

— Tu es belle chérie quand tu te fais plaisir. Voilà, c’est bien donne-le moi maintenant.

Elle a sorti ses doigts de mon cul qu’elle a remplacés par le tube. Elle m’a pénétrée d’un coup sec mais j’étais suffisamment souple pour en jouir. Elle a repris les va et vient tandis qu’elle me pressait le clitoris de sa main libre. Je n’ai pas résisté longtemps au plaisir qui montait dans mon ventre.

— Ah oui! Je jouis.

— Oui Bénédicte. Tu es restée une belle salope jouisseuse.

Nous nous sommes aimées longuement cette nuit-là. Après avoir récupérée, j’ai commencé à lécher Isabelle en imaginant d’abord que c’était le sexe de Barbara qui était sous ma bouche. J’avais envie de faire comme si c’était elle à qui je rendais tout le plaisir qu’elle m’avait donné avant que nous soyons emmenées dans cette ferme où nous fûmes séparées. En gardant les yeux fermés je voulais faire jouir Isabelle comme l’amie que j’avais perdue. J’ai eu le sentiment de me dédouaner d’une certaine façon d’une partie de ma culpabilité vis à vis de Barbara.

Puis l’excitation m’a gagnée davantage et soudain c’est à Léa que j’ai pensé. Un mélange de haine et de fascination s’est imposée à mon esprit. En voyant le tatouage d’Isabelle je me suis souvenu que c’est Léa qui me maintenait quand une autre femme tondue comme moi m’a tatoué le pubis du chiffre huit qui était la nouvelle façon de me désigner. J’ai alors eu un goût de vengeance dans la bouche et j’ai mordu le clitoris d’Isabelle que j’étais en train de titiller gentiment. J’ai ensuite violemment écarté ses cuisses. Elle Erotik hikaye était grande ouverte quand j’ai frappé sa chatte en imaginant celle de Léa. Isabelle ne s’est pas dérobée. Elle s’est mise à crier sous mes coups, de plus en plus durs.

— Toi aussi Isabelle, tu es une belle pute qui mouille de la chatte. Tiens tu mérites d’être punie pour ton plaisir.

C’est son ventre et ses seins que je me suis mise à frapper puis je lui ai tordu la bouche en continuant de la gifler.

Je l’ai prise par les cheveux, je lui ai tiré la tête à l’arrière en même temps, je lui mordais les tétons et de ma main libre, je tirais sur son clitoris.

Je vérifiais l’état de sa fente. Elle dégoulinait. Alors comme me l’imposait autrefois Léa, je lui ai fait nettoyer le tube qui avait pénétré mon cul

— Tiens! Lèche ma belle truie! Dis-je à Isabelle en forçant sa bouche. Tu aimes le goût du cul, toi. Profites en bien!

Je faisais aller et venir le tube dans sa bouche comme si je lui imposais une fellation. Je pressais et tordais ses seins tandis qu’elle avait la bouche pleine.

Isabelle geignait et gémissait sous la violence de mes mains et de ma bouche. Elle continuait à dégouliner, mes quatre doigts ont pu facilement entrer dans sa chatte. Je l’ai prise brutalement et elle a jouis. J’ai senti qu’elle se resserrait sur ma main quand elle jouit.

Après avoir récupéré de nos orgasmes respectifs, nous avons continué à nous embrasser et à nous câliner. J’ai pleuré dans ses bras en lui demandant pardon. Elle en a fait de même.

Nous étions d’accord sur le fait que ce que nous venions de faire nous avait manqué. Nous avions aussi compris que nous avions eu besoin de faire subir à l’autre une partie des violences que nous avions subies. Le soulagement que j’en avais tiré pour ma part était extraordinaire et d’une certaine façon, il complétait le travail que je faisais en psychothérapie.

Nous avons ensuite continué à nous voir lorsque nos sens nous l’imposaient mais sans en parler à nos psychologues respectifs.

Après plusieurs mois de soins, je suis guérie de mes sentiments de honte et de culpabilité. J’ai retrouvé confiance en moi et la confiance de ma famille. J’ai même pu retrouver mon poste de travail en mi-temps thérapeutique.

Je n’ai jamais oublié Barbara. Je me demande ce qu’elle est devenue, si même elle est encore en vie.

Je sais que Monsieur Moreau et Léa sont toujours aux commandes de cet hôtel et qu’ils piègent toujours des femmes. J’ai pu rencontrer l’enquêtrice qui est allé l’interroger suite à mon accident, et s’il a reconnu avoir eu des relations sexuelles avec moi, il a dit ignorer totalement ce qui nous était arrivé, à Barbara et moi. Ils avaient découvert nos chambres vides le matin et aucunes traces de nous. Les caméras de l’hôtel n’ayant rien enregistré de suspect. On nous voyait même attendre une voiture non identifiable devant l’hôtel, au milieu de la nuit.

La policière m’a montré le document signé de Monsieur Moreau et du policier qui avait enregistré sa démarche le jour de notre disparition à Barbara et moi.

La police a donc classé l’affaire en indiquant qu’il s’agissait de disparitions volontaires et inexpliquées.

Je n’ai pas le courage ni l’envie de revivre ces moments où je suis devenue une femelle exploitée.

L’absence de procès contre Monsieur Moreau me soulage pour une autre raison. Comme c’est parfois le cas dans le lien qui se crée entre une victime et son agresseur. Je pense que dans mon inconscient, je suis amoureuse de Monsieur Moreau. Malgré tous les traitements qu’il m’a fait subir, je dois reconnaître qu’il m’a aussi offert des plaisirs d’une puissance insoupçonnée. Aussi, j’ai aimé son regard sur moi. Il me transperçait à chaque fois qu’il me regardait. D’une certaine façon il prenait soin de moi parce qu’il avait besoin de moi. Il me le disait souvent.

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Megan had her nose pressed against the wall with her arms folded behind her back knowing her shorts and knickers were on the dining table behind her and her bare bottom was on show as she was wearing only her red vest top and bra. She was doing naughty spot time because she had spilt red wine on her step-mums’ new dress although it would be her girlfriend, or rather her chummy mummy, Cindy, who would be dealing with her. Cindy was forty-three and she and Megan had been a serious item for over a year. They met whilst Megan was at college, and she was now in her second year. Megan was now nineteen. Cindy was a strong-willed woman who wanted to be the one in charge of any relationship she was in. She was drawn towards partners Megan’s age because she found girls in their late teens or early twenties were more inclined to accept the authority of a mother figure. In fact, Megan fitted the profile exactly as she was drawn toward older women. The reason was her step-mum, Sheila, who was, like Cindy, forty-three.  As her nose was pressed against the wall, Megan thought back to before her relationship with Cindy when she still lived at home. Sheila had married Megan’s dad when Megan was sixteen and from the start made it clear that she expected to be obeyed more like a governess than a mum. Her dad was often away on business for weeks at a time and so Megan had no choice but to accept Sheila’s authority and to accept the whole list of rules that Sheila set concerning helping around the house, keeping her room tidy at all times, keeping to her curfew, doing her homework, and the like. There were also the consequences of breaking the rules and the main one was a bare-bottom spanking. In fact, spanking tended to be the only consequence Sheila imposed instead of time out or being grounded. It was also standard that on each day she was spanked she also had to be in bed by seven o’clock with her light out and her phone and other electronic devices in the living room with Sheila.  Megan had quickly grown to hate her step-mum just as she also hated being spanked, although to be fair Megan only hated Sheila when across her lap although knew each spanking was well deserved. So, when after just a few months Sheila and her dad divorced, Megan still had a special bond with her now ex-step-mum but often slept over at hers to experience the maternal style discipline she found she actually craved. When sleeping over she was treated like the daughter still and had to obey Sheila like she would a real mum and suffer the consequences of a spanking when she didn’t, which was most times she slept over. The routine was generally the same whenever a spanking was earned. Megan had to remove all her clothes below her waist and stand with her nose pressed against the wall with her arms folded behind her back. Sheila would generally be in the room for the fifteen minutes Megan had to have her nose pressed against the wall.  Initially, the spanking was in private but after one incident when Megan was determined to have been rude to a friend of Sheila’s and she got spanked in front of the friend, Sex hikayeleri having people watch then became a regular thing. Megan instantly hated the humiliation of being watched as she was spanked and that added to her dislike of Sheila during her spanking, but it didn’t stop her misbehaving. Once the fifteen minutes was up Sheila would order, “Come here, child, so I can teach you a lesson.” Megan knew that being called a child was a purposeful way of belittling her but that was Sheila all over when about to give her a spanking. Megan had to walk the few steps to where Sheila was seated and then ease herself down across her lap. Megan of course hated being across Sheila’s lap, particularly for those few moments when Sheila rubbed her bottom and up and down the backs of her legs whilst scolding her as she looked at Sheila’s upside legs and saw her own legs under the far side of the chair. Her own bare legs of course which reminded her that her bottom was bare. The scolding was continuously highlighting whatever Megan had done wrong and Megan always thought it was such a drag, although equally was aware that as soon as the scolding was over the spanking would start. Sheila always used a hairbrush. She had several in her drawer because they split after every few spankings. Megan really hated the hairbrush because it hurt so much. The spanking always started with Sheila’s hand but she rested the hairbrush on Megan’s back so she knew it would be used once Sheila had turned her bottom red with her hand. Megan was fearful of the hairbrush and Sheila knew it and used the fact. Sometimes, Sheila would hold the hairbrush and wave it around when she wanted to be sure Megan would agree to whatever she demanded. Even if the request was to go to the shops when Megan wanted to go to a friend’s house because Sheila knew that as Megan hated the hairbrush so much, she would simply agree with her request. Megan hated Sheila as much as she hated the hairbrush although hate was too harsh a word when describing how Megan thought about Sheila when not being spanked. She was her step-mum and most of the time was a warm and loving woman. She was the right age for being her mum and although very strict she was also a mum who saw her role as guiding her daughter and not being her daughter’s best friend, and that meant imposing a disciplinary regime and enforcing it. Indeed, although really her step-mum Megan always called her her mum when talking to her or about her. So, whilst most of the time Megan was happy that Sheila was her mum, when Megan earned a spanking, she knew her mum dealt sternly with her and only ever gave a long and hard disciplinary spanking just as any strict mum should give. Megan remembered those spankings so well and hated every single one. A spanking would never take less than ten minutes nor involve less than fifty spanks with the hairbrush on each bottom cheek. Every inch of her bottom cheeks were always red by the end of the spanking and the backs of her legs were also bright red and she remembered so clearly how much her bottom and legs stung. She invariably Sikiş hikayeleri lay on her bed after having to be on her tummy as she clutched her burning stinging bottom cheeks with one hand and rubbed away the seemingly never-ending tears with the back of her other arm until she fell asleep. When she woke up the memory of the spanking returned immediately because her bottom still stung, even if she slept for several hours.  Megan knew though that Sheila didn’t spank so hard because she enjoyed it or was being deliberately vindictive. Far from it, in fact, because afterward once she had asked sternly if Megan had learned her lesson and got the expected apology, then Sheila would give Megan a loving maternal hug like only a loving mum could give and with lots of kisses on her cheek. It was clear that once the spanking was over then so far as Sheila was concerned the slate was clean and Megan was a good girl again, at least until another rule was broken which inevitably it was.  Whilst being spanked was a horrid memory for Megan in reality she was spanked only once or twice a month. For the rest of the time, she remembered Sheila as a loving mother figure who always put her first and was always there for her. So, whilst not her best friend she was the best mum that anyone could have, and she loved her for being just a great mum to her.  Indeed, it was Sheila who drove Megan to College and helped her settle into her digs and who cried when she eventually had to leave her there, just like a proper loving mum. Megan reckoned that because she loved her step-mum so much she was drawn to older women who were like her. Of course, it was rare to find a woman who was both maternally dominant and sexually attractive as a partner, but Cindy was exactly that. She had the same no-nonsense do as I say tone of voice as Sheila, and liked to be in control like Sheila, so a chord was struck in Megan’s mind that she had found the older woman who was like her mum but was also a chummy mummy who she had the most wonderful finger and tongue sex with. It was perfect, she knew. In return, Cindy loved Megan as the daughter she never had which was why she liked younger women Megan’s age. They did argue, but as friends rather than mum and daughter, until one-day Cindy slapped Megan on the bottom and told her to behave. Megan retorted with, “You sound like my mum before she gave me a spanking,” and blushed. Cindy was surprised that Megan spoke about being spanked as though it was a recent thing, so asked, “When was the last time you were spanked?” Megan hadn’t intended to mention spanking although now she had she knew that she had pictured herself across Cindy’s lap when masturbating. She worked out her answer though. She had met Cindy within a month of starting College and a month later had moved in with her and she was now in her second year at college. “The week before starting College,” Megan admitted blushing. Cindy was surprised that Megan had still been spanked when she was eighteen but that could work in her favour and she replied sternly, “Well maybe a good spanking is just what Erotik hikaye you need from time to time.” “I haven’t broken any rules though, have I,” Meagan said with her hands on her hips sounding as if she had given such a smart response. “I can set some rules, my girl, and then see if you earn a spanking,” Cindy shot back. “Okay,” Megan replied because as she argued with Cindy, she realised she did want some rules to comply with and know that if she did break them then she would get a spanking. After all, Megan knew that Cindy was getting frustrated with the way she misbehaved as she was the youngster in the relationship and Cindy wanted maternal control then she would let her have it, just like her mum had disciplinary control over her and it had worked so well for them both. It took only twenty minutes for Cindy to happily produce a set of rules which Megan said she would abide by even without reading them as Megan quickly realised that she would even feel more comfortable with a set of rules with boundaries and knowing she would earn a spanking if she broke any and hoped that Cindy would prefer that as well. “If you don’t abide by them then you will earn a spanking,” Cindy pointed out sternly. “I know,” Megan said meekly but felt flutters flying around her vagina and thought how that never happened when her mum told her how close she was to getting a spanking. It didn’t take long for Megan to break her first rule and as she was across Cindy’s lap having her bare bottom spanked, she realised that she still hated the pain of the spanking.  However, as she bawled her eyes out after spanking her but with her still across her lap, Cindy rubbed and squeezed Megan’s bottom and calmed her down and as Cindy rubbed Megan’s legs she quite unintentionally rubbed the inside of her thighs and just once accidentally ran her fingers along Megan’s pussy lips.  Megan gasped as she felt Megan’s fingers running along her pussy lips and at that moment realised she was actually aroused by the spanking. Cindy hadn’t meant to finger Megan but heard the gasp and wondered whether Megan was aroused by being spanked and so ran her fingers along her pussy lips again and heard the repeated erotic gasp. Even before the discovery of how wet Megan got when spanked, she knew that what was different for her when being spanked by Cindy was that giving the spanking calmed Cindy down, and, afterward, there were always loving maternal hugs and kisses which invariably ended up with them making out. “You are a good girl now,” Cindy would say as she wiped away Megan’s tears, so just like Sheila after spanking her except with Cindy they nearly always ended up in bed. For Megan as well the feelings were different. The spanking still hurt, and she was just as repentant but now she understood her damp pussy was a result of the spanking and whilst the spanking remained a punishment, with Cindy, it made them both want to make out.  A spanking from Cindy still had many similarities to a spanking from Sheila. Cindy scolded first and then spanked every bit as hard as Sheila did, turning both bottom cheeks and the backs of both legs bright red. Cindy also had a supply of wooden-backed paddle hairbrushes which Megan hated just as much as the ones Sheila had, and Cindy never gave less than fifty spanks on each bottom cheek.  

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I wake up from what I thought was a few minutes of sleep, but it seems as though the sun is out. Is it morning? Did I sleep on this couch? I take a minute to orient myself and realize that I am not on a couch, but instead, I’m in a really comfortable bed with soft sheets. I don’t remember us coming to the bed! And Marco is not even in the bed. Where could he have gone?I look around the room to notice its coziness. There’s a small desk in one corner, a night stand on one side of the bed, and a dresser on the opposite wall. The wall of the nightstand has a beautiful large French door that opens up onto a balcony. I slowly get up off the bed, noticing I’m not really wearing any clothing, grab a blanket that’s at the bottom of the bed and wrap it around me. I make my way to the French door and look outside; there’s a beautiful view of Rome. Wow.”Buongiorno, Bella,” Marco says from the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand. He’s wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and looks so sexy in the morning light.”A caffè?” he asks me.”Yes, please,” I say with a smile. He leaves the room and comes back Sex hikayeleri in less than a minute, with a second cup of coffee in his hand.I take a sip and make a face. “Is espresso,” he says. “Non ti piace? You don’t like?””No, it’s fine, thanks,” I answer with a smile. “I wasn’t expecting it!” I gulp down the espresso quickly and smile at him shyly.”I should get going, I don’t even remember making it to the bed!” I say.”No, we fall asleep on couch,” he exclaims. “I carry you to bed so you could be comfortable.”That was sweet of him. “Thanks,” I say blushing.Still in the blanket, I make my way to the kitchen/living area, wash the coffee cup and look for my clothes. They are scattered around the living room. I reach for my bag to grab my cellphone and notice the missed messages from Andrea.”Having fun babe!!?” “All good?” “I hope you’re okay. :(” “Please text back!!!” with the last one coming in just a few minutes ago. I text back right away to tell her I’m all good, I’m still with Marco and I will call her later.I put my phone back in my bag and start to collect my clothing. Sikiş hikayeleri Marco walks out of the bedroom and makes his way towards me.”Do you mind if I shower before I go?” I ask him.”Of course, but there’s no rush,” he says, and he approaches. He’s standing right next to me now, and gently moves my hair behind my ear.”You’re even more beautiful in the sunlight,” he says.I blush, and as I do so, he moves in to kiss me tenderly on the lips. His lips are soft but firm, and the gentle kiss becomes a deep, passionate, needing one. He pulls the blanket off of me and pulls away from our kiss. Looking at me up and down, a groan escapes his lips. He places each of his hands around a breast and cups them, squeezing them tightly and nibbling on my nipples. He then begins to suck on one while he fondles the other. I moan as he continues to suck on my nipple, getting a little rough with my breasts now.He guides me to the bedroom but before we reach the bed I tell him that I would rather shower first. “I feel a mess,” I say. And I feel like my teeth need brushing, but Erotik hikaye I don’t want to say that out loud. He smiles at me and tells me it’s no problem, and leads me to the washroom.”I will be here when you are ready,” he says.I close the door of the washroom and quickly make my way to the sink, rinsing my face, and then putting some toothpaste on my finger to quickly freshen up my mouth. Thankful for the mouthwash on his countertop, I rinse with that as well before getting into the shower. I start to lather up when I realize that I don’t see a towel that I can use when I’m done with my shower. Why didn’t I think of a towel?”Uhh, Marco?” I call out, “I don’t have a towel,” I say with a little giggle.He opens the door of the washroom and enters with two fluffy towels. He smiles at me and places them down on the counter.”Wow you look so sexy wet,” he says.Shyly, I ask if he wants to join me. He wastes no time getting out of what he’s wearing and gets in with me. His shower is such a great size for two people. Three of the four walls are glass, with one of them containing frosted window allowing sunlight from outside to come in. The last wall has an embedded bench and shelf unit, where an assortment of soaps, body washes, shampoos, and conditioners are stored. He is standing behind me, lathering his body with soap while I do the same.

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