My god, she’s so vile! And have you seen how she dresses, it’s so mannish! Has she no sense of style? And her chin? Please! god, she’s like a chick with a dick!”

Cruel words, spoken only partly in jest by Cheryl Harding to her group of friends at the Allen Institute For Performing Arts where she was working out her scholarship. The target of her vitriol? Lily Church, a young woman who she had had a running verbal feud with for nearly a month, and it was only going downhill and getting dirtier and nastier.

*

It had all started around a month previously with tryouts for the lead part in the College’s adaptation of West Side Story. Both Lily and Cheryl were up for the part. Others were too but the consensus was that they were the outstanding talents for the part yet they couldn’t have been more different. Both were 21 and keen to pursue careers in music but there any similarities ended abruptly. Cheryl was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Really, she could have been a model she was that beautiful. She

had such a clear, tanned complexion, the perfect smile, twinkling green eyes and a figure to absolutely die for - faultlessly pert breasts that were soft yet firm at the same time, a nice curvy ass and great legs that she showed off in a range on tiny mini-skirts. Lily was almost the polar opposite.

Although loud mouthed, brash and outspoken she was also hiding the fact that she was not too happy with her own looks. She was be blunt, extremely plain, a dumpy little figure accentuated by her lack of height, a round face and short dark hair that was rarely even close to fashionable. Still there was some charm to her and you could not deny she had an amazing singing voice, at its best easily the best in the year. If the part was purely based on singing talent alone then Lily would probably have snared the part but Cheryl had a good voice too and her added stage presence, charisma and good looks managed to tip the scales in her favour and it was quickly announced she had got the part.

Really the big problem stemmed from the fact that both Cheryl and Lily were at the notice board at the same time when the cast list was pinned up. Cheryl with her band of friends and Lily with her friend Charlotte. Cheryl’s friend Kimberley spotted her name immediately and began screeching and screaming and in seconds the space in front of the board was a little sea of high pitched squeaks of excitement while Lily tried to force her way through to see her worst fears realised. Really this was heart breaking for Lily. Not only was this her most favourite musical and part since she was a kid it was like all her own insecurities about her looks and weight were being proven to be true. She had missed her dream role because of what she was. And like so often in her young life up to that point she reacted by lashing out wildly and unthinking and that would lead to this particular chain of events unfolding.

She knew who Cheryl was, knew she was a decent singer, had previously had no particular axe to grind with her (though she had experienced moments of jealousy before) but as she was jostled by Cheryl’s unaware friends and as she walked past a clearly beaming and delighted Cheryl she could not help herself.

She barged past and muttered audibly so Cheryl and her friends were bound to hear.

“Fucking bimbo! Wonder what her audition consisted of, a strip tease? Or sucking dick!”

It was unnecessarily harsh and her anger made her say it louder than she had intended, the sudden silence that passed over the group indicating all too clearly that all had heard what she said. But even then she could have backed down and avoided much unpleasantness but she was too stubborn for that and fixed Cheryl a hate-filled glare and stormed past her.

Some girls would have seen the comment for what is was, a jealous outburst spurred by rejection but the thing was that Cheryl possessed a temper and attitude every bit as powerful as Lily’s and though she was too shocked immediately to respond it took only a few minutes for a stinging retort to come into her head as lily and Charlotte were at the end of the hall.

“At least I’d have something to show you fat sow! Go on, go running home and tell Daddy!”

Lily’s father was a semi-famous singer in his own right and she was very sensitive about not being seen as riding on his coat-tails or getting any breaks because of who she was. Lily managed the last word though by spitting the word ‘Bitch’ all the way along the echoing corridor and just like that a heated feud was born. The problem, in some ways, was that both girls had the same type of attitude - they wanted to be the one to get the final word in, wanted to be right and hell mend anyone that dared disagree with them or their viewpoint.

A few days after their initial spat Cheryl made the throwaway comment quoted at the beginning of this story and news of it spread like wildfire through the campus. The tag stuck and before the end of the week Lily had rape and abuse stories
heard of it and so had seemingly everyone else. It seemed a killer blow in the faux war of words, a comment so near to the bone as to cut Lily to the quick and seemingly take all the fight from her, she started missing classes and became more reclusive than ever over the next fortnight. The jibe was all over campus and every one took it up, yes it was cruel but also summed Lily’s blokish attitude up perfectly.

The furore seemed to be dying down when there was a party at one of the dorms and Cheryl had put the whole spat behind her and was looking forward to a good night. The night got off to a bad start as her closest friends Sarah and Kimberley phoned minutes before they were due to meet Cheryl outside the party to tell her that Sarah’s car had a flat tyre and they were trying to get it sorted and for her to go on ahead of them. Now Cheryl was quite the drinker normally, usually able to hold her booze with the best of them so her early couple of vodka’s wouldn’t normally have impaired her too much. But as the night wore on she seemed to being bought loads of drinks and had to hurry them down to keep up and some were proving to be doubles. Before long Cheryl was smashed and slurring and stumbling about. With the party in full swing, it proved laughably easy to support and remove a completely drunk Cheryl and help her to adjoining hall of residence and into a waiting room…

*

Cheryl started to regain her bearings some time later and the first thing that struck her confused and bewildered mind was the most awful taste in her mouth and the motion of her head bobbing backwards and forth. Slowly she started to come to her senses and take in more of her surroundings and what she was doing. It seemed late, her head was throbbing, there was soft music played down low in the background and her tongue was inside something wet that was covered in hard, bristling hair. With a sudden flash of comprehension she opened her eyes wide and to her complete horror found herself looking up from between a pair of legs and further up that body was Lily, her mortal enemy, smiling down at her.

Cheryl quickly disconnected her tongue from up inside Lily’s snatch (uurgh the taste!), spitting black pubic hairs desperately as she shuffled away on her knees. She reversed all the way back until she bumped into legs behind her and found herself turning round (still really sore to move her head) to look up at Charlotte, Lily’s friend, looking down at her and holding a camcorder in her right hand. Only then did it dawn on Cheryl that she was stark naked and belatedly she tried to cover her modesty. Dazed and confused and with the other two girls openly chuckling she rounded on them angrily.

“What the fuck’s going on? How the fuck did I end up here? What the fuck are you doing to me?” Lily took great pleasure in filling her rival in on what was ‘going on here’.

“Dear me Cheryl, quite the potty mouth aren’t you. Well my love you were at a party and had rather too much to drink and we got chatting and made up, and well, one thing led to an other and here we are. You seemed desperate to eat me out and pleasure me, and here was I thinking you were such a cock hound!!”

It was said in such a false manner that Cheryl knew it was bullshit, but the problem was although she knew she would never have done what Lily had just described she had no recollection of exactly what had happened or how she had got in this predicament.

“Whatever! Just give me my clothes and I’ll get out of here! No way would I ever go with a woman, far less a dog like you!”

Lily just kept on smiling, it was an unnerving smile and her voice held unseen malice as she looked down at the still kneeling Cheryl.

“I don’t know where your clothes are Cheryl, you seemed to lose them very easily, but I imagine you are used to that! But don’t go just yet, we’ve only just begun playing. Why don’t we let Charlotte get you up to speed so far. Lottie?”

With a mock flourish Charlotte pointed to the television on the far wall of Lily’s bedroom (for that was where they were) and pressing a button on the camcorder which was linked to the TV it burst into life. Cheryl knelt between the to hefty girls and watched in growing dismay as the action from earlier that evening unfolded before her very eyes. She recognised herself in the outfit she had started the night in, memories slowly returning to her of earlier, she was being led by the hand by Lily into the bedroom they were all in now. Lily was all smiles and Cheryl appeared a giggling, bumbling, drunken fool. She was doing what Lily was saying but by no means being coerced on screen.

They giggled and fumbled and looked very friendly and Cheryl was clinging all over Lily, though mostly to stay up. With the sound turned down it was near impossible to hear the words being spoken but as if at an instruction Cheryl began drunkenly stripping off, not caring that she was being filmed or where her outfit landed. Worse, she then started tugging rape and abuse stories
at Lily’s clothing and ended up stripping her off too until they were both naked and the tumbled clumsily together onto the bed and began to kiss each other.

This was terrible for Cheryl to watch, she glanced to her left at the naked Lily and was repulsed. How could she have done this? Lily had a gut, her tits were saggy and worst of all that extremely hair pussy that was totally unkempt looking that her face had so recently been buried in. it was excruciatingly painful viewing for Cheryl she knew no good would result of this but she could not tear her eyes for long from the on screen event.

Things just got grimmer and grimmer for Cheryl as she watched on, the inebriated Cheryl on the screen was laughing and giggling as she fumbled between Lily’s thighs, very obviously playing with the dark haired girl’s pussy lips. Lily lay back on the bed and Cheryl kind of lost her balance and ended up lying on top of Lily’s tits and then they were kissing before Lily gently guided Cheryl’s face down between her legs.

Cheryl cringed as she watched herself begin to eagerly lick at Lily’s pussy and then alternate her tongue with her fingers to play with her rival and start to bring the bigger girl towards an orgasm. And oh when she came, boy did she come! Charlotte managed to get right in to close up on Cheryl’s face as her fingers and tongue foraged in the jungle of black pubic hairs when suddenly Lily’s hips bucked wildly and a fierce jet of juices squirted out and splattered all over Cheryl’s smiling face. It went in her mouth, over her lips, dripped from her chin and even up her nose.

Back in the here and now Cheryl touched her face and now knew what that disgusting taste and smell really was and once more came close to retching and vomiting, only just managing to hold it off because she was trying concentrate on what Lily was saying to her as she paused the video.

“There’s more Cheryl, if you want to see it, some really good stuff as well, stuff I never would have dreamed you were into, certainly not with someone like me. Yes I really do think your friends and just about everybody is going to be shocked when Charlotte posts this on that home-made videos website. Especially after all the names you called me, maybe you were just covering your real feelings.”

The ridicule and derision was no barely hidden in Lily’s voice, she was enjoying the moment too much and Cheryl, as her senses continued to come back to her both realised she was totally fucked and that Lily had her just where she wanted her, no doubt it had been a set up but seeing the tape, what could she do? Still on her knees she pleaded to both girls to not show the tape and it was at this point that Lily revealed her true plan to her beaten and humiliated antagonist. As agreeable as it had been to have Cheryl do all that she had done earlier on in her drunken, lesbian state she had known little of what she was doing, her body working under suggestion and lack of control. What Lily really wanted was to go even further with Cheryl but that Cheryl be fully aware of what she was doing.

“Yeah, I suppose it would be embarrassing if everyone found out you got off on eating out someone like me, wouldn’t it? I mean being a, what was it again? ‘A chick with a dick’. That was funny wasn’t it, I bet you laughed, I know everyone else did, the whole campus thought it was hilarious, that was my name wasn’t it? Chick with a dick.”

“No. I didn’t mean to…”

Cheryl broke off her pleading as Lily turned on her, any pretence of being pleasant was long gone and her round face was contorted with anger and hatred.

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up and listen! YOU started it! You called me a chick with a dick! So that’s what I am going to be! And if you don’t want the whole fucking campus knowing what you and I did you are going to do just what I say!”

Lily reached to a box on a shelf and took it down, she tore the lid off it and jerked out its contents - a long and thick, black, strap on dildo. Lily didn’t even look at Cheryl as she stepped into the harness and pulled it up around her crotch to tighten. Only once it was fastened and jutting out obscenely directly at Cheryl did she address her again.

“So now I am a chick with a dick, and what a nice, dick it is and I’ll tell you what you prick teasing slut, if you don’t want that video getting public, if you don’t wanted every wall in this place having a copy of the link to the clip then you are going to take my dick! So what do you say Cheryl, will you agree to that?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

(So what happens next? With the censors at Literotica decided that what I had planned for Cheryl was too extreme I’m looking for you, the readers of this story to give me some ideas as to what happens next. Does Lily make Cheryl her cock sucking bitch? Or does Cheryl find some other way out of her predicament? And is Charlotte more than just a bystander? If you could leave any comments or ideas or send me feedback I’d be most rape and abuse stories
grateful).

Mike wasn’t sure if he really wanted to meet with Lisa or not. After all the bullshit she put him through, seeing her face would just make him want to shove his fist right down her throat and laugh while he was doing it. But three days ago after their court hearing she called him, wanting to talk about things. Mike couldn’t help but think she had an ulterior motive, no matter what the girl wanted or did; there was always something more sinister hiding in the shadows. Lisa was infamous for going behind people’s backs, creating trouble, stabbing others in the back just to get herself ahead. Mike was no exception; he was just another body in her tangled web she weaved.

Mike met Lisa on the Internet; she lived nearly 1200 miles away from him in sunny California. After a few weeks of chatting online, Mike decided it was well enough time to make the trip to Cali from Wyoming. From that first meeting things snowballed quickly, Lisa moved to Wyoming in with Mike, things were looking promising. Mike loved Lisa, as

ked her to marry him, and she accepted to his surprise. Shortly thereafter Lisa informed Mike that she was pregnant, but wouldn’t let him accompany her to any of the appointments she made with her OB/GYN. That’s when Mike started getting suspicious. Lisa would leave and come home late in the night, sometimes drunk, or sometimes not at all. Mike would ask her where she went; Lisa would usually ignore him or get just plain nasty.

Mike left Wyoming with a friend to take care of some business out of state; he called home to talk to Lisa, after things started going bad. She had talked to her Dad, telling him so many things that Mike had done to her, things no man in his right mind would do to a woman. Lisa’s Dad was bringing her back to California, with Mike’s child taking life within her.

There was nothing Mike could do from where he was, so he did the only thing he could, let Lisa go. Things burned within him, memories of her mostly, but it would only get worse as time wore on. A few days after Lisa left Mike, his best friend John, came over to the house one night upset and nervous. Mike invited him in, wondering what could make John so distraught like this? John rarely showed emotion, if ever.

“Hey Buddy, you alright? Something bothering ya? Grab a seat; I’ll get you a beer man.” Mike got a cold beer from the fridge, tossing it John’s way. John caught it in trembling hands, popping the top off then taking a long drink as he crashed into the sofa.

John took a deep breath before he spoke, “Mike, there’s something I gotta tell you about Lisa, and I know it’s going to piss you off.”

Time stood still as John spilled his guts to his best friend, relating how Lisa had told him stories of how Mike was treating her, saying things she knew John wouldn’t go for. John felt sorry for Lisa, even though he knew Mike wouldn’t do those kinds of things; Lisa was a hell of an actress. John started taking her out to lunch, just to talk as friends, since Lisa didn’t seem to have any other friends there.

Then one night while John and Lisa were watching a movie, Lisa leaned into John, which John just shrugged off as her getting comfortable. From that moment forward, things became a blur, John couldn’t clearly remember what happened next, but he did remember crossing the line, betraying Mike, by sleeping with Lisa. Tears welled in John’s eyes, as he bared his soul to his friend, Mike sat unmoving, his jaw set, dark eyes fixed on John.

John didn’t know what to do; he sat there frozen within Mike’s stare, the beer quivering slightly within his hand. He hoped Mike wouldn’t kill him, which was his biggest fear at that moment.

Mike took a deep breath to control himself, looked at John as he spoke, “Well, then I guess we need to figure out who the Dad of the kid she’s carrying really is huh?” John blinked in surprise; he didn’t know Lisa was pregnant.

“What? You didn’t know she was knocked up?” Mike snorted in laughter; John shook his head, taking another drink of the beer. “Well now ya do, and I guess we need to find out whose it is.” John nodded silently as he took another long drink of the beer, at least Mike didn’t kill him…yet.

That was a little over a year ago, John had since swore off women, spending more and more of his free time outdoors. Mike had forgiven him, but something in his gut made him wary of Mike sometimes. John lost trust in himself; Mike had slowly begun to put his life back together. He was working two full time jobs, plus trying to pick up a class or two at the University. It was his way of dealing with the pain, working himself senseless, trying to forget. The paternity tests came back stating that Lisa’s son, Joe, was Mike’s without a shadow of a doubt. Then came the court hearing for child support. It was nothing short of a three-ring circus, mud getting slung every which way. In the final verdict, Mike was ordered to pay a large sum every month to Lisa in child support for Joe. As much as Mike didn’t want to do it, he had no choice. He knew Lisa would squander the money on things for her, rather than for their son.

The verdict was passed down three days ago, Lisa called Mike telling him she was going to be in Wyoming for one night, and that she wanted to spend that night with him. Thoughts ran through his mind as she blabbered on about a new tattoo she had gotten since they were together. It simply stated: ‘Trust No One’ Mike grinned at the thought which was now at the forefront of his mind. He would have a good time with Lisa, just for old time’s sake.

“Alright Lisa, where am I meeting you and when?” Mike sighed deeply. She quickly rattled off a little known bed and breakfast about an hour outside of town. It was in a heavily wooded area, small, cozy cabins dotted the landscape. He’d heard of the place, but had never been there, he had a day to check it out before Lisa arrived.

Driving over there was no big deal; it was in all reality about 30 minutes from Mike’s house. The owner was more than happy to give him a tour, since Mike mentioned he was looking at staying there in the near future. The cabins were well outfitted in log furniture, solid wrought iron head/foot boards, an over stuffed sofa, a small eat in kitchen, a well lighted large bathroom with a garden tub.

Thoughts formulated in Mike’s mind as the owner explained it was all very quiet, secluded and private. There was not a line out anywhere on the property, except at the main house. This only poured gasoline on the flames burning within Mike’s mind. He thanked the owner as he walked out to the truck, making a mental list of things he sex slaves in torture
needed to bring with him tomorrow night.

Time seemed to drag on that next day. Work could not go fast enough, as Mike’s mind was formulating a plan while his fingers were shaping out a metal gas tank. He went through in his mind what he had stashed in his backpack, a leather flogger, some lengths of small gauge chain, locks, handcuffs, candles, rope, needles, his trusty Gerber knife, a length of black silk scarf, a rather large ball gag, various sex toys and a video camera. The thoughts racing through his mind made him laugh evilly. It was more than time the bitch got what she deserved.

Mike’s cell phone rang on his hip, he recognized the number as local, but there wasn’t a name associated with it. He answered; it was Lisa informing him that she was in no less words “ready and waiting for him.” A sinister grin crossed his lips as he told her he would be there shortly, and to make sure she was ready for him.

“And just what do you mean by that Mike?” her voice crossed the lines sounding like she was grinning on the other end, trying to elicit a reaction from him.

“You know what I mean Lis; make damn sure that pussy is shaved and very wet for me.”

Lisa chucked seductively on the other end, “I’ll be waiting.”

“Oh I know you will. Later” Mike snapped his phone closed, as he walked over to the shop sink, washing the dirt and grime from his hands. He took one last account for what was in his backpack in the truck, before he headed on down the road.

When he reached the main house, Mike walked into the lobby. The young blonde behind the desk greeted him cheerfully; she was just old enough to drive, and definitely off limits.

“Good Evening Mr. McCutcheon, Mrs. McCutcheon is expecting you.” Mike looked at her funny for a second, inwardly getting angry. He pushed his best face forward, smiled and thanked her as he checked in.

She gave him directions to cabin 6, and the key. Mike thanked her once more, before doing an about face and walking out into the night. He laughed at the number of the cabin, shaking his head. ‘If they only knew how this night was gonna end.’ He thought to himself as he shifted his backpack from one shoulder to the other.

By the time he found the cabin Mike was seething with anger. How dare that cunt call herself his wife? She never was and never would be his wife, ever. It was bad enough that she was forever tied to him through their son, but her to be posing as married to him? That was going way too far. He found the door wasn’t even locked, as he forcefully threw it open. Lisa was lying on the sofa, buck naked with fingers deep in her pussy. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the door being thrown open, evil grin across her lips when she saw who it was.

“Come here baby, I’ve got something for you…” Lisa gushed breathlessly, her eyes glassing over with primal lust.

Mike set his backpack down carefully by the side of the sofa, looking Lisa over. She had gained a considerable amount of weight since he last saw her, the only thing she had going for her was a decent set of tits now. Lisa moved her legs, sitting on her calves, making room. Her nails ran over Mike’s thigh, before she moved to kiss him. Mike dodged her, catching her wrist as she tried to touch his face. His eyes locked on hers, he could see the want in her eyes, but he had better in store.

“Lisa, there’s some things I need you to sign for my attorney, you know business before pleasure.” Lisa smiled, she was too easy to con when her pussy was wet and willing.

“Mmmhh…as long as I can get a piece of you tonight, I’ll do anything you want, anything.” The words escaped her lips almost in pleading, Mike knew he had her.

He reached in his backpack pulling out a sheaf of documents, handing a pen to Lisa, and folding back to the pages she needed to sign. One was a document stating that Lisa was giving up all parental rights to Mike, giving him full custody of Joe. The second was stating that no matter what Lisa couldn’t come back on Mike for any reason or take his son from him. Lisa didn’t even read them, quickly signed them, and handed them back to Mike.

Lisa moved again to kiss Mike; once again he stayed her off. “Lisa, how much do you trust me?”

She looked at him quizzically, “Mike, you know I trust you more than anyone. Why?”

“I’ve changed a little since we were together, I have certain hungers that need appeased. Would you be willing to humor me? I can promise you will get pleasure from it, as will I.”

The fire in her eyes burned hotter as she nodded enthusiastically, “Mike, I want you to do whatever you want to me, I need to cum, I want you to make me cum. Fuck me.” “Then trust me, no question, no doubt.” She nodded as Mike reached over, rummaging through his backpack, pulling out the length of black silk. Lisa licked her lips as Mike tied it over her eyes, a chuckle forming in his throat.

“Get up off the sofa and follow me.” Mike ordered. He saw her hesitate, and then shiver in anticipation. She reached out for his hand; instead he grabbed her by the arm, in one smooth motion throwing her onto the bed. Lisa didn’t make a sound, laid there waiting on Mike. “You’ll do as I say, no sound, no words, if you feel you are truly afraid, truly in danger, you will say the word “Churchill”. Past that you’re mine to do with as I please agreed?” Lisa nodded, as Mike pulled lengths of rope from his backpack, along with the handcuffs and a pair of locking shackles.

Lisa shivered at the cold metal being clamped around her ankles, her mouth beginning to form words, but stopped herself when she remembered his orders. Mike flipped Lisa onto her belly, but not before parting her swollen lips with his fingers. He found her slick with want, hotter than he had ever felt her before.

He couldn’t resist, Mike forcefully shoved two fingers as deep as he could into Lisa, her back arching as she gasped.

“You like that don’t you slut? Tell me how much you like it.” Mike’s breath was catching in his throat, his adrenaline was starting to run, and would only get worse as the night wore on.

“I love it, I want more. Please give me more, make me cum.” Begging only egged him on; Mike worked his fingers, teasing her G-spot, watching her muscles twitch before removing them, much to Lisa’s vocal dismay.

He thought of lashing the flogger over her thighs for disobeying him, but there was better punishment in store for her later on. He pulled her arms behind her back, cuffing her wrists together, and then running a length of rope between the cuffs and shackles. Lisa was tied into a kneeling position, still lying on her stomach; Mike pulled her sex slaves in torture
up onto her knees.

“Open your mouth wide; I’m going to put a gag in there. It will only hurt if you fight it.” Lisa did as she was told; Mike inserted the ball gag, securing it behind her neck. Putting a hand between her shoulder blades, Mike pushed her face down on the bed. The thought crossed his mind to break out a condom and fuck her madly, but why subject his cock to trash like her when there was so much better out there?

“It’s time you learned a lesson in respect you fucking cunt. No one messes with me and gets away with it.” His voice was all business, he was not playing around. Mike left Lisa lying there with her imagination to run wild with its’ self. He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Such a decision as to what all to do to her? After the hell she put him through it was only fair she learned her lesson. He leaned over the tub, filling it full to the top with cold water. An evil thought formed in his mind, ‘I can make the bitch suffer, while scaring the life from her.’ one he fully intended to act upon.

Upon returning to the master room, Mike could hear Lisa softly whimpering. He wasn’t sure if it was from pain or fear, but at this point, Mike really didn’t give a shit either way. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back, the veins in her neck pulsing under the taunt, tender flesh.

“You’re coming with me, time for your first lesson.” Mike breathed the words right into her ear, she whimpered, shivering He picked her up by the length of rope, carrying her as if she were a rotted hay bale into the bathroom.

Mike started swinging Lisa, gaining the momentum to throw her into the tub. It worked within a few swings, he let go, she screamed from within her throat as the cold water enveloped her. Mike watched as she struggled in the tub, to get her head above water, wicked smile forming on his lips. He could hear her muffled screams for the few seconds she thrashed beneath the water, before she figured out how to get on her knees.

He pulled her into a kneeling position, screams muffled behind the gag. Mike unlocked the gag, letting it fall into the tub as Lisa gulped lungful after lungful of air. Silently Mike left the bathroom; leaving Lisa knelt down shivering in the cold air. He set up the video camera so it would catch anything that went on in the bed; he wanted proof of how much a whore Lisa really was. Proof to the world she was no good, she tried to ruin him, paybacks are a motherfucker.

He returned to the bathroom, unlocking her ankles, forcing her to stand on unsteady legs. Lisa began to fall; Mike caught her by the arm, steadying her as she cried out. He marched her in front of him into the master room, unlocking her hands as she stood next to the bed. Lisa rubbed her wrists; tiny lacerations oozed bright red blood onto her fingers. She was noticeably shivering now, was it from fear or cold?

Mike ran his fingertips over her face, down her neck and collarbone, “Tell me what you want Lisa, if you’re good you may very well get it.” His fingers traced her nipples as he watched her face.

Her voice came in a whisper, “I want you to fuck me. Make me cum, use me as you please.” Mike crushed a nipple between thumb and forefinger, Lisa groaned, “I can’t hear you bitch, speak up.”

Lisa raised her voice, not quite yelling,”I want you to fuck me, make me cum, use me as your little whore!”

He chuckled, “Good. I have just the idea of how to make you cum. You’re such a slut Lisa, you always were.” Mike dug in the backpack, pulling out a set of cloverleaf clamps, working them in his fingers.

“Lay down on the bed Lisa, on your back.” She obeyed, realizing he was not in a mood for play. Mike tucked the clamps into the front pocket of his jeans, reaching for the lengths of rope and the flogger. A memory from another time and another woman flashed within his mind, but this was something completely different. Mike could smell Lisa, not only her fear, but her burning desire to be fucked. He would make sure that need would be fulfilled more than enough.

Mike laced rope through the wrought iron headboard, tying each end to Lisa’s wrists. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips, as he continued on with her other hand. “Do you like this cunt? Do you want to feel more?” he asked of her, his lips inches away from hers. She could feel his breath on her, she wanted him, wanted to cum, but would play his game for once. Usually she would take what she wanted without a thought, but this time she put herself at his mercy, having no choice to take what he gave her, even though she was beginning to like it. “Yes, I like it. I want more please.” Mike was enjoying this change in her, too bad it had to come now rather than before. Mike grabbed another length of rope, doing the same as he had to her wrists to her ankles. Lisa was now four corners spread on the bed, every piece of her flesh well within view of the camera.

He reached into his back pocket, bringing out the flogger he had tucked there earlier. One swift flick of his wrist, a cracking sound broke the silence. Lisa’s body spasm within the restraints, as she licked her lips. Mike noticed, wondering if somewhere between them she had experienced this with someone else? No matter, he would get his pleasure from it anyway.

The smooth motion of his arm indicated he had done this before, the lashes licking her smooth skin with practiced accuracy. Lisa didn’t cry out, only moaning in pleasure as she skin involuntarily jumped at each strike. This continued on for over thirty minutes, Lisa gaining more pleasure from it than Mike was. It was frustrating him, he wanted her to suffer, not writhe in pleasure. He could smell and see her becoming more and more aroused; it was time to pull out all the stops. Time to play for keeps. Red welts began to form across her skin, nothing would bleed, but she would feel it tomorrow.

Mike dropped the flogger onto the floor, latching the cloverleaf clamps to Lisa’s nipples; she shuddered in pleasure, as Mike tugged on the chain that connected them. The teeth of the clamps tore into her nipples, blood beading quickly around them. Lisa’s back arched as she groaned. This would not do, not one bit.

Mike reached into his bag, his hand falling upon a rather large butt plug, a sinister grin befalling him. There was just enough play in the rope that he could get his hands under her ass, lifting her almost six inches off the bed. The rope bit into her skin as he picked her up, without warning, without lube, Mike viciously shoved the plug into Lisa’s ass. Her scream rips the night, as her body jerks against the bonds, muscles going rigid.