Simone Part 16 – Ursula’s destruction

The hunter has about to go hunting again, and my prey was already singled out; Ursula and I knew just where to find her.

As I held Lena in my arms and kissed her salty tear-stained face, my own tears mixed with hers and we both sniffled and cried like silly teenagers. That thought made me smile; Lena was a silly teenager at just seventeen. I was over fifty. Therefore, I was the only one being silly.

“I love you, too, master.” She had simply said. “I am your fuck-toy and I know you love me and only hurt me when I am disobedient or disrespectful.”

“That’s right, Lena. Or when you lie. Especially when you lie.” I added, and gently rubbed the tip of my finger across her right nipple, sending a tiny shudder through her magnificent body. My touch to her right nipple a clear reminder of the damage I had inflicted to her left

“Yes master. I know, and I will never lie to you again. I promise.” She said in a very gentle voice, before lightly kissing my neck. Her next kiss moved down to my chest with those beautiful cherry lips tracing her route and her right hand instinctively taking hold of my cock.

“Those eggs and coffee are not going to cook themselves, Lena.” I said whilst tugging her hand away from my hardening penis. “I am hungry and I need coffee. Right now, so get that sweet little butt of yours into the kitchen and fix me some right now.”

“Yes daddy.” She whispered, and reluctantly let go of me. As she stood, I noticed a piece of kitchen towel was sticking to her beautiful firm buttock, and I peeled it away with a quizzical look, noticing several more sheets lying in the bed.

“I am so sorry, Master.” She quickly blurted out taking the sheet from my hand. “I tried to swallow it all, I really did, but it was too much for my tiny mouth. Some dribbled out into the bed. I licked it up first master, but there was still a little wet patch. I did not want you to have to lay in it, so I put the towels down to soak it up. See, it is all dry now and I promise that I will try harder next time to swallow all of your pee. I’m sorry.”

As she finished her explanation, I understood what she had meant by ‘again’ earlier. I had pissed into Patricia’s mouth in my dream, but in the real world, sweet Lena was the one drinking it down, or at least most of it. Then I remembered that I had also sprayed cum into Patricia’s mouth twice and into her and pussy once in that dream. Had I in reality done this to Lena? I had to ask her.

“Lena, did I do anything else to you whilst I was sleeping, sweetheart?” I asked, and Lena smiled at me with those beautiful green eyes, cheekily tilting her head to one side and putting the tip of her right index finger to her lower lip.

“Not really, daddy. You did not really do anything at all apart from peeing in my mouth. I did the rest all by myself. But you seemed to like it, good sir.” She said with a wry grin and a fake servant accent.

“What did you do naughty girl?” I asked in an exaggeratedly stern voice, playing along with her childish game. “Tell me what you did whilst I was sleeping so I can decide how I need to punish you, fuck-toy.” I added and Lena actually flushed.

“I sucked you off, master. You were already in my mouth as you had commanded, and it felt so good and tasted so nice. I couldn’t help myself, sir, so I started sucking a little harder and you got big and stiff. You grew deep into my throat and I couldn’t really breathe without pulling you out, but you had ordered me to sleep with your penis in my mouth. I didn’t want to be naughty or disobey you, so I squeezed your balls and gulped the end with my throat to make you come in my throat, and when you did, I swallowed it. Three times, master. I sucked you off three times. Was I naughty, sir?” She then asked in a tiny voice.

“Lena, it was your job to choke if you had to. To die with my cock deep in your throat, and not to deliberately make me come. You did a naughty thing Lena, and I need to punish you for that. Go stand at the foot of the bed and bend over holding the footboard.” I calmly ordered, and Lena dutifully followed my orders, as I got out the bed and followed her.

My cock ways raging hard, and the sight of Lena’s perfect teen ass bending over the bed, sent a shiver along my spine and a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my throbbing cock. I bent and picked up the spatula that Lena had dropped earlier in order to come to my side and comfort me. Comfort me she had; I had sobbed into her arms my face buried into her milky breasts, and I had told my seventeen-year-old fuck toy that I loved her. It was the truth. ‘I do love her’, I thought as I raised the spatula and brought it down with a whack onto Lena’s right buttock.

Lena let out a tiny cry and flinched at the sting to her cheek. I was not cruel with my blows, but let them sting her flesh for real. This was not about punishment; it was almost a game really. However, it was a game with a purpose. The purpose being a return to control and domination. It was about reasserting my power over Lena rather than a punishment. As much as I loved this beautiful teen, she needed to remember that she was my property, my fuck-toy and not my lover.

I continued paddling Lena’s buttocks, left and right, watching as her cheeks reddened whilst I wanked my rock-hard cock with my left hand. Lena twitched and let out a tiny squeal with each blow, and my excitement grew rapidly. My balls were starting to tighten and that familiar tingle was growing at the base of my spine. I was about to come.

I dropped the spatula to the ground and took hold of Lena’s firm buttocks, spreading them to reveal her magnificent cunt and puckered butthole. It was the latter that I sought, and with a single push, I impaled the girl before me, entering into her anus past her now stretched sphincter muscle and spewing my seed into her bowels immediately. Lena did not try to pull away, but pushed back to meet my thrust, grinding her ass against my pubic bone as I sank balls deep into her butthole, where I spent the last of my sperm and began to soften. I held her hips as my orgasm shook me and subsided and then pulled out of her abused hole.

“Now make me eggs and coffee, bitch. Black, no sugar!” I said, and gave her another slap on her right cheek with the palm of my hand.

“Yes, master.” She whispered behind me as I left the bedroom to go take a shower. Buffalo Soldier sounded from the kitchen, and I started to sing along as I tuned on the hot water and stepped into the large cubicle.

About ten minutes later, just after I had finished washing my hair, Lena entered the bathroom with a large earthen mug, steaming with black coffee. “Your coffee, sir. The eggs will be ready in about five to six minutes, but I can keep them warm for you.” She said as I slid open the shower door, and took the hot mug from her slender fingers, immediately raising it to my lips to sip at the burning liquid. She was beautiful and still naked. The temptation to order her into the shower was enormous, but I resisted. I had other plans for the rest of today, and I had already spent too much time and too much seed on Lena.

“Do you have a cooking apron?” I asked. She confirmed that she did with a simple Yes. “Go put it on,” I told her. “But nothing else. Put it on and cook the eggs. I will be out in five minutes.” She turned to leave and I could still see the welts I had left on both her buttocks as she walked away. My cock sprang to life, but again I resisted the urge to call her back to take care of it. Instead I started singing along to the aptly names Stir it Up.

I left Lena in quite a state of shock I think. I had spent days brutally raping her throat and ass. I had slapped her face and I had crushed her left nipple beyond recognition. It would take days if not weeks for it to heal. I had told her what a filthy fuck-toy she was; let her know that her position in life was to service my needs, my cock. I had repeatedly used her mouth as my toilet, pissing into her throat and making her swallow it. I had abused this sweet and beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, and then cried into her breasts and told her I loved her. She too had cried and expressed how much she loved me and how she would never disobey me or lie to me again.

We had kissed passionately, our salty tears and snot mixing and entering both our mouths. We had stroked each other, touched each other and almost made it to the point of making love. I was just a breath away from taking Lena’s virginity. However, the promise I had made her brought me back down to earth, we had resisted, and I left.

It seemed strange to be back in my own place, but I was. I had torn myself away from Lena and called round home to pack a large sports bag with the things I needed for the rest of the day. The hunter has about to go hunting again, and my prey was already singled out; Ursula and I knew just where to find her.

Two hours later, I stood in front of a bombastic villa in one of the richest parts of town. Tucked away in a tree-lined cul-de-sac, it was made of light tan coloured bricks and white wood. The roof was black slated and all the drains, copper, now slightly tinged with green. Large ornate wrought iron gates barred my entry, and there was a small intercom system with a bell-button, camera and screen to the right. I pushed the button and waited. Nothing, I pushed it again, and finally a panting female voice simply said, “Yes, what is it?”

“Ursula?” I asked, looking down at the camera and screen; the screen remained blank.

“Do I know you?” The female asked, betraying her identity without actually intending to answer my question. I already knew this bitch was stupid.

“Not yet,” I replied, “but that will soon change. I need to discuss a serious matter with you, now. You need to let me in.”

“I am not letting anyone in. She scoffed at me. Who are you what do you want? I am in the middle of my daily workout.” She said, explaining why she was panting. “Can’t this wait?”

“No.” I said flatly. “You need to let me in now or regret it for the rest of your life. Take a look and tell me if you recognise these two happy souls.” I added, and held up my mobile phone to the camera. The video was playing a scene where both Ursula and the pool boy were easily recognisable, him on his back on the floor and her going cowboy on his cock. Both were looking right up at the security camera. Even over the small door system, Ursula saw clearly, what I had on her and simply buzzed me into her property and into her life. What she did not know, was that by letting me in, she was still going to regret this day. If not for the rest of her life, then for a very, very long time. I smiled and strode up to the large fortified doorway.

I didn’t even need to ring, the door opened and Ursula stood there to meet me, her hands going defiantly to her hips and a look on her face that could kill a less sturdy man. She wore black leggings with yellow strips and one of those sport-top/bra-things in grey cotton that had turned black with sweat between her large breasts and under her arms. Pearls of sweat stood on her forehead. A massive golden retriever scrambled eagerly at her feet and lunged for the door, anxious to meet the new arrival.

In a single experienced move, Ursula managed to hook her fingers into the dog’s collar and yank him back. “Marlow, no. Back in the house, now you stupid dog.”

As she bent to restrain the dog, I stared into her cleavage, but it was the top of her head that astounded me. My heart missed a beat as I looked at a copy of Lena. However, as she lifted her chin to glare at me, there was none of Lena’s beauty in Ursula’s cold face. Her eyes were not Lena’s emerald green, but a murky brownish amber, that did not compliment her thick red hair at all. Here, too, I noticed that the red was not quite the same as Lena, and I suspected it was a less successful attempt to dye youth back into aging hair.

Ursula stood, still holding the dog’s collar, who now sat obediently at her feet. “Where did you get that video from?” She demanded. “How do you know who I am and how the fuck did you get such a vile recording of me? Is this my husband’s doing? Did he put you up to this? That recording is from the video surveillance system that he said doesn’t work isn’t it?”

“Let’s go inside.” I said, and simply pushed past her into the large hallway. I knew the way perfectly and strode along the hall to the rear study, the room on the video and the room where Ursula had abused Lena all those years ago. Ursula followed me. She entered the study and closed the door, to locking Marlow on the other side. He scratched at the door a couple of times then gave up and I could hear his claws clicking on the stone floor as he ran along the passageway and disappeared.

Ursula folded her arms stubbornly across her chest and glared at me. “Okay,” she started. “Let’s get this sorted. Did my husband send you?”

“No.” I said flatly. “If this was your husband’s work, bitch, your arse would already be out of this beautiful villa and sunk in a lake somewhere wearing concrete boots. The next whore already shipped in from Poland or Russia or wherever your so-called ‘husband’ decides to buy his next pussy.”

The ‘so-called’ and the tone I had put on it hit its mark and she smarted, visibly at the comment.

“Oh my God. Just who the fuck are you and what do you want. I have money, not much because my husband checks the finances, but enough. You can have it. All of it. Just give me that video and leave.”

Her brain was in overload now, trying to imagine what exactly I might know. She could not be certain that I knew the truth about her and her father. I had only made an implication, not actually said it straight. She could not ask either because then I might find out. I could see her mind racing through the possibilities of this meeting. Where it was going. I made it a little easier for her.

“I don’t want your fucking money bitch. And I don’t want anything from your fucked-up incestuous father.” Boom, it hit her like a train. She now knew that I knew and we could get down to business.

“Then what do you want?” She begged and a tear ran down her right cheek, leaving a trail in her thick makeup. Her defiance gone, her arms unfolded and dropped to her sides. Now I had her full attention.

I knew about her sick relationship. I could destroy her and her sugar daddy in an instant. That was the threat, which was the power I had over Ursula. Not the video. The video was worthless other than to get her to open the door. If I gave it to her ‘husband’ what would he do? Kick her out and risk her bringing him down? No! He probably already knew about the pool boy and any other cock this slag had put in her cunt. He probably got off on watching his daughter being banged in the face and cunt by a young stud. They lived in mutual knowledge and power. Knowledge that, like an atomic bomb, would destroy both of them if ever used. I now held the code and key to that bomb.

“Firstly,” I said calmly as I dropped my sport bag onto the floor. “You can get undressed, bitch. Take off all your clothes.” As I spoke, I began removing my jacket, which I tossed onto the leather sofa. Ursula did not move.

“Come on bitch. I don’t have all day to wait. Get fucking naked!” Then I laughed, “Oh wait, we do have all day and all week if needed because daddy is away on ‘business’ isn’t he?” I said staring at her. “Get the fuck undressed, right now bitch. You and I have some serious business to attend to today, and all of it involves you being naked, fuck-toy.” As I spoke, I continued to undress and Ursula stared at me as I finally pulled down my underpants to reveal my stiff cock, which I took in my hand. “The first thing you can do, whore, is get naked, get on your knees, get over here, and get sucking on this cock.”

There was an actual look of relief in her face now. This was something Ursula knew. Something she could control and manipulate. Sex was her weapon and as she pulled her sports bra up over her face to expose large round tits, she actually smiled. She kicked off her trainers, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, sliding them down over well-muscled and slender legs. Her stomach was flat, and she had almost no body fat. Her training clearly worked and for her age, she looked damn good.

“Knees.” I said, and she sank onto her haunches, then bending over moved towards me on her hands and knees. I watched her well-toned ass wiggle from side to side as she crawled towards me, and even her tits remained firm dangling beneath her. I wondered how much of daddy’s cash had gone into those things, clearly defying gravity. I stooped and opened my sport bag, to remove a pair of handcuffs and a riding crop. As I stood up straight, Ursula had reached my feet and sat back, placing her hands on my knees before moving her mouth towards my cock.

“First my feet.” I said. “Get down on your fucking belly and lick my feet, bitch.” She complied without protest and I soon felt her tongue slithering over the tops of my feet and my toes. I raised my big toe, and she took it into her mouth and began to suck. She licked, kissed and teased my feet then moved to my ankles. I encouraged her. “That’s it bitch, work your way up. Centimetre by centimetre. I want to feel that fuck-tongue of yours on every bit of my skin. Lick your master, slave. Tell me who you are licking, fuck-whore. Tell me.” I finally said, and brought the riding crop onto her back with a snap.

“Ouch! Okay, okay, don’t do that. What do you want me to say?”

“Call me master.” I commanded. “Tell me what you are doing and call me master. What are you doing fuck-whore?”

“I am licking you, master. I am giving you pleasure with my tongue.” She said, but not exactly enthusiastically. So a crack of the riding crop to her left ass-cheek made her squeal. “Okay, I get it, Master.” She clearly did not like pain, poor Ursula.

Finally, as her mouth got past my knees and was on my thighs, she reached for my cock with her right hand, clearly thinking she could get this sorted by sucking my dick. She was mistaken and I grasped her wrist and cuffed it. “Now the other one.” I said, and she did as she was told, holding up her left wrist thinking I would simply cuff her. However, I took a step around her and brought her arms up behind her back, where I cuffed them firmly together.

“Stay there, kneeling like that.” I commanded, and she did not move.

I grabbed into my bag and pulled out a dog collar and a strange system of cuffs comprising of two cuffs and two poles connected by a short chain. This was a system to shackle ankles together about 60 centimetres apart. A cuff went round each ankle and each connected to a metal rod. The rods had a small link between them, keeping them connected. This system prevented the wearer from closing their legs or running, but they could still move around if they were careful not to trip. I lashed the dog collar round Ursula’s slender neck before attaching the shackle system to her ankles. She resisted none of it.

I reached back into my bag and brought out the next item I wanted to use on Ursula, a silicon ring-gag with latex straps that went round the wearer’s head. I stood and went round to stand in front of Ursula’s face, my stiff cock just a tongue’s length from her mouth. She made no attempt to take my cock into her face, but obeyed my next command.

“Open you fuck-mouth, you cock-sucking whore.” I commanded, and slapped her across her right cheek. Not too hard, but enough to let her know she was in trouble. She clenched her lips together and gave me an evil look, and I slapped her again, this time hard enough to send her face twisting to the side and to let her know she was in a lot of trouble. “Open your fucking fuck-hole mouth, bitch.” I spat into her face, and rubbed the drooling slime over her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes, but she opened her mouth, fully expecting me to push my cock into it. Instead, I inserted the ring gag and fixed it behind her head.

As I buckled the plastic buckle behind her head, I guided my throbbing cock through the ring of the gag and pushed it deep into her mouth. She was helpless and had no control over my depth or speed. She could not close her mouth or bit down, and the ring-gag forced her mouth into a perfect fuck-hole for my cock, which now pumped into her throat as I held her head. Then I released her head and took hold of large clumps of hair. I pulled her hair hard, twisting it in my fingers and yanking her face forward onto my pounding cock, which was now pushing balls-deep into her throat. She was powerless to resist, and simply screamed her protest and pain over my ruthless cock as I face fucked her.

I pulled out, spat into her open mouth and slapped her hard with my left hand on her right cheek, before ramming my cock back into her throat. She had a good gag-reflux. She had not yet puked. I was impressed, and told her so.

“Wow, bitch. That is a well-trained throat you have there. It knows how to take a cock balls-deep without puking, I am impressed.” As I said this, I forced as deep as I could possibly get into her neck and held it there. I stopped pumping and held her throat on my cock by her hair. As her oxygen slowly started to run out, she panicked and tried to pull back, this in turn tortured her scalp. I pushed forward with my hips and left no gap. Her cheeks were puffing in and out gasping for air, but there was none. Her throat convulsed on my glans and gripped at my shaft, she was dying, her lungs bursting, and yet I still did not move.

“Just kill the bitch.” Lena had said to me when I had asked her if I should punish Ursula. “Cut her throat.” The memory of that was now in my mind as I held Ursula’s throat impaled on my cock, her lungs fighting for life, her arms futilely trying to escape the cuffs behind her back. She tried to stand, I held her down, my cock remained rammed into the back of her throat, and then I came, pumping my seed deep into her open throat. Into her dying body as she went limp and stopped fighting for her life, knowing it was useless. I heightened my orgasm by starting my thrusts again, yet Ursula was still.

I was now pulling out far enough for her to breathe, but there was nothing. No sudden gasp for air, no movement. Her arms hung motionless behind her back, and my cock in her mouth held the weight of her torso, where I was leaving large amounts of spunk that were not being swallowed or spat out. Yet I showed no care or mercy, I finished in her mouth until every drop of spunk was deposited in her lifeless body, only then did I remove my cock from her face and check for a pulse. Had I killed her?

No, I had not. There was a pulse. Ursula had feinted but was not yet dead. Her chest started to rise and fall again as her unconscious brain realised this was not the end. That there was air for her lungs again. Then her chest heaved and she awoke with a start and a massive intake of air that sucked my spunk into her lungs, causing a coughing fit. She spluttered and coughed into the ring-gag, and I thought I might need to remove it. However, her fit settled and she began to breathe more easily.

Her mouth was still full of semen and there was no way for her to spit, and so she accepted the inevitable, and started to swallow it. “That’s it cum-whore. Eat my seed, bitch.” I said, and snapped her head back by the hair. I spat into her mouth through the ring-gag for good measure, and then slapped her hard across the face again. “You filthy cock-sucking piece of shit.” I hissed into her face. “Eat my cream and my spit, bitch. While you listen to what I am going to tell you.” My words were menacing and I have no doubt that Ursula knew there was no escape and no mercy for her that day.

“I am probably going to let you live today, bitch, if you behave like every cock-whore-slave needs to behave and do exactly what I tell you when I tell you. I am going to abuse you, hurt you and damage you in ways you cannot yet imagine, Ursula. Today will be the most terrible, painful and humiliating day of your life. However, you can survive it, if you are a good cock-whore-bitch. This will not be over quickly and I will not show you any mercy or benevolence. Your only means of survival is endurance, obedience, and the hope that I let you live once I have stayed my need for your pain. Do you understand what I am telling you, Ursula?”

She nodded, tears now streaming down her filthy face. Her makeup was a mess now, and spear of snot, salvia and spunk. Black smudges of mascara ringed her eyes.

“You look like a fucking ugly face-fucked panda.” I said, as I popped a latex locking ball into the O of the ring-gag and strapped it into place with a hook either side. Now I had a ball-gag in her face, because I needed to prevent her making too much noise. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet. “Stand up bitch. Get your fucking sorry ass over to the table. It’s time for a game or memory.” I said and turned her towards the large table on the other side of the room. I wondered if my memory comment had sunk in. If not, it soon would.

She waddled across the room like a duck because of her shackles. I held her arm to support her until her belly touched the edge of the table. I noticed cuts on her back and drops of blood where she had clawed at the handcuffs as I had face-fucked her. Her wrists were chaffed and red from the metal. That would probably be much worse before the day was over.

“Bend over cunt.” I hissed and forced her chest down onto the cold wooden surface. I crushed her face into the hard table and told her not to move as I walked over to her clothes to retrieve one of her trainers, and then a butt-plug from my bag. Once standing behind her again, I placed the trainer on the table right in front of her face so she could see it. I held the butt-plug in my right hand. I grasped a large handful of hair and held her face crushed into the wood with my left hand.

“Any bells ringing yet, cunt?” I asked as my right hand slid down between her ass-cheeks and my index finger found her anus. “Any fucking memories coming back to you right now you fucked up piece of shit?” I growled, and rammed the butt plug deep into her ass as viciously as I could, she bellowed deep in her chest, and clawed with her hand to try to reach it.

A she squirmed and fought the intrusion in her butthole; I took the trainer in my right hand and saw her terrified eyes follow it until it disappeared from view. She knew what was coming and I felt every muscle in her body tense as every nerve in her system started to burn into overdrive, and I brought down the sole of her trainer with the maximum force I could muster. She bucked, her back trying to arch but I crushed her face into the wood and struck again. She tried to kick, but the shackles prevented her from raising a leg. I struck again, and again, and again. I alternated between her right and left buttock in rows of three, striking her check three times before switching to the other side. She screamed into the ball-gag and I did not let up. I struck and struck, watching the cheeks of her ass turning from tanned brown, to rosy red, then to dark red welts and then to purple bruising as blood vessels broke beneath the skin. Yet I did not stop. In fact, I increased her torture and started taking aim at the butt plug in her anus with every seventh or eighth blow. I would strike the flat plane with the trainer sending a shudder into her bowels and drawing an even deeper more guttural scream from her chest.

I do not know how many blows Ursula endured to her buttocks. I did not count. I only know that I did not stop until the first welts on her skin tore open and started to bleed. Only then did I put the trainer down, again, right next to her face.

“Stay where you are, bitch.” I hissed as I crossed the room. The command was pointless, because Ursula was not attempting to go anywhere. She was sobbing uncontrollably into her gag, her heaving chest lifting her from the table and dropping her back down. I retrieved the next items I was going to use to torment Ursula from my bag and returned to the table. I removed the trainer from in front of her face, throwing it to the floor, and placed the newer items onto the table one by one.

Her eyes widened and her breathing became erratic as she imagined the evils of what these items might have in store for her. I put a bottle of disinfecting alcohol down first, followed by a cigarette lighter a dildo the size of Ursula’s own forearm, and finally a long leather strip that I had taken from a belt. She tried to bolt upright, but my left hand was already in her hair, forcing her face onto the table, making her look at the instruments of torture I had brought for her.

Using my right hand, I unclipped the ball part of the gag in Ursula’s mouth and removed it. She instinctively gulped for air, and despite her pain was clearly relieved to have a better flow of oxygen.

“How are you doing there Ursula, baby. Penny dropped yet?” A clear nod. She knew exactly what this torment was about, and she knew it was still not over, as I reached down and took hold of the butt plug still in her ass. I pulled it out roughly in one hard pull, clearly hurting her and causing her to squeal through the ring gag. That was however, short lived because I rammed the butt plug into her mouth through the ring. It too had the same clips as the ball, and I secured it in Ursula’s face, ready for the next assault.

“Suck your own shit, fuck-bitch. Eat your own ass.” I growled as I moved to the next step.

By this time, my cock had returned to full size and I remembered what I had seen on the video. It was just a fleeting second, but the pool boy had tried to touch Ursula between the butt cheeks and she had slapped his hand away. A typical reaction from the ‘Out-door-only’ brigade. The type I liked to butt-fuck most of all, and so, as Ursula started to scream into her gag, I held onto her hair and brutally crushed her face onto the table with my left hand, as guided my cock into her arse with my right.

Fuck, she was tight. Younger women and girls are much more flexible than older women are, so if they have not had their buttholes stretched by the time they get to Ursula’s age, it is a fight to get past the sphincter, but I am a determined soul who had no care for Ursula’s pain. Pulling back on her thick red hair, in much the same way I had with Lena, I impaled this wriggling screaming bitch with a brutal push of my hips that sent her ass high until I put my forearm on her lower back, and forced her anus down over my cock.

Fully embedded in her back passage, I did not move. I maintained enough pressure to keep my balls pushed up against her cunt lips, but remained otherwise perfectly still. I always employ this technique with virgin asses. I have talked about this before, how the muscles in a virgin butthole fight and push to try to get your cock out, but in doing so, heighten the pleasure. It was no different with Ursula, her anal cavity convulsed and pulsated around my cock and it was wonderful. However, today I was going to go even further and try to get the best anal massage on my cock I had ever had.

Ursula’s eyes were wide in pain and terror with my cock driven deep into her ass, but as I reached over and took the alcohol from the table, she screamed into her gag and tried to fight with everything she could muster. Was she truly able to comprehend the level of pain that was about to descend upon her? She must have been brutally aware that what I was about to do would hurt, but could she imagine just how much? I poured the first flow of alcohol over her torn butt to find out, and she exploded.

The liquid set her cheeks on fire. It must have felt as if someone had put a flame to her ass as the alcohol ran over her rounded flesh and then into her open crack. It could not enter her anus because of my cock buried up there, but it did run into her open cunt. A spasm took hold of her whole body, and she shook to the core. Her sphincter convulsed over my cock and her bowels rippled over my shaft and glans with each scream and each spasm that took her.

“That’s it fuck-bitch. That’s just the start of your pain today, cunt. Now scream.” I said, and as the alcohol burned into her wounds and open cunt, scream she did.

Her eyes now clamped shut against the pain that tore at her mind, body, Ursula entered dark, and terrible places in her soul that she never knew existed. Her hands, restrained by the handcuffs clenched and unclenched and her fingernails cut into the palms of her own hands, and added new wounds to her back. There was a constant flow of snot and dribble running over her cheek onto the table, and spittle made bubbles and clicking noises around the butt plug in her mouth. This was almost total destruction, but I was not finished with Ursula yet.

Ursula’s eyes remained closed, so she did not see me reaching over to take the large dildo from the table. The alcohol had let up a little and she was calming somewhat, and relaxed even further as I removed my throbbing cock from her ass. Her relief was short lived however as I pushed the massive piece of latex into her cunt and impaled her to maximum depth in one push. She let out a low groan, but her pussy took the entire girth of the tool without too much trouble. Her cunt was well used and sloppy, and the dildo filled her guts. This cunt was not the kind of hole I liked to use at all, not that it mattered because I had promised Lena.

Instead, I positioned my cock back at her shithole and to her horror, rammed my throbbing weapon deep into her torn anus. This time, instead of remaining still, I fucked her as hard as I could. I pulled out until my glans were just behind her sphincter and hammered back in to full depth as she screamed into her ball gag.

“That’s it you filthy fucking whore. Now I am going to tear you apart you fucked up bitch.” I growled and cruelly poured more alcohol over her ass. This time it could coat my cock, enter her torn ass hole and burn, torturing her insides. Returning her to those dark places again, I hammered and hammered into her ass, trying to tear it, trying to make it hurt. I ground her face into the pool of snot and slime on the table and, and slapped her with my free hand. I repeated my question. “Penny dropped yet, fuck-bitch?”

She screamed into the ring-mask and dildo in her mouth. She was bellowing like a cow giving birth. Then, she started to slip away, piece by piece from awareness. I could see it happen. I could see her closing down, removing the pain from her body and slip sliding away. I was on the verge of filling her guts with my spunk, so I stopped fucking her and pulled out of her ass. That was not my plan.

I left her hanging over the table and went to get the handcuff keys. “Almost there Ursula.” I said as I strode back over to her limp body. Just a little bit more you fuck-cow and then you are a free woman. You will never see me again. I unlocked her wrists and turned her round to face me. She could barely stand and her body swayed as if she were drunk. I cuffed her hands in front of her belly and then lifted them up to her neck, where I attached the cuffs to her dog collar. I then took hold of her waist saying “Upsidaisy!” As I lifted her onto the table, sitting her down on the hard surface

I leaned her back and supported her as she lay down on her back, then returned to between her knees. “That is one mighty big piece of plastic you got wedged up there, miss-flappy-cunt.” I said. “Christ, I bet you could get a fucking horse cock up that thing. Ever tried, Ursula. Have you ever had a horse cock up your big fat useless cunt, bitch? Oh sorry, bitch, I forgot you’ve still got that shitty butt plug in your mouth.” As I spoke, I unhooked the clips from the ring-gag, and pulled out the plug. Ursula gasped for air.

“Is the poor pool boy still in there?” I asked as I pulled the dildo from Ursula’s red raw pussy. “Do we need to send in a search party?” It made a sucking sound and I needed to use quite some force to remove it, but finally it plopped out and I was looking at the mess I had made. Both her holes gaped and I could see the raw flesh within. I would not put my dick anywhere near either one of those fucked-up holes again. Her entire groin was a mess of gaping cunt and butthole, sticky with her own juices and an ugly badly kept mass of red pubes covering her entire cunt. I hated it and told her so.

“You have a filthy hairy cunt, Ursula. You should keep that thing in better trim. Do you like it like that, bushy and like a fucking forest?” I had seen Ursula’s bush on the video so had already made a plan on what I was going to do with it. I grabbed the lighter and lit it up. Ursula yanked her head forward to stare wide-eyed at me in fear as I started burning off her pubic hair. It sizzled, smoked, and would not really burn the way I had hoped because it was wet. However, I made steady progress removing Ursula’s bush with an open flame. She writhed and cried into the ring-gag as the flames licked around her pussy lips, but I was careful not to burn her too badly. Not yet.

I say not yet, because once I had burned off enough of Ursula’s hair to make her cunt look like the aftermath of a bushfire, I pushed the hot metal end onto her clit, scorching her flesh and bringing a scream from deep with her. Neither she nor the pool boy would be touching that little bud for quite some time. However, I had not finished torturing her pussy just yet. I still had a lot more pain to pour down on this bitch and her incestuous cunt.

I grabbed Ursula’s knees and span her around on her back, so that her face was hanging off the edge of the table and simply said “Stay there bitch. Don’t you fucking move.” As I spoke, I took the leather belt from the table and wrapped it around my right hand. I then guided my cock into the hole of the ring-gag and pushed forward deep into Ursula’s throat. I tangled my left hand into her hair to hold her down, and as I slowly started to fuck her throat, my balls touching her forehead with each thrust, I cracked the belt down over her pubic bone, where it lashed into her torn cunt.

Ursula’s back arched with the first blow and my cock could get even deeper into her neck. I brought down the second and again lashed at her cunt with the heavy leather as I continued to face-fuck her through the ring-gag. I was almost done with this sick bitch but she still needed to suffer a more pain from my belt and one finale humiliation. My next blow fell on her right thigh and she instinctively pulled up her knees up, but my next slash wrapped around her right buttock from the side and hit somewhere in her torn crotch. She quickly dropped her knees again to protect this delicate area, and I whipped her right onto her pubic bone. Again, she screamed over my cock deep in her throat. I looped even more of the belt around my hand to shorten it, and my next lash took her across both breasts, she pulled at the dog collar trying to get her hands down to the soft flesh, but I had let the coils of leather fall from my fingers and once again lashed heavily into her vagina.

There was no escape, regardless of what Ursula did or how she tried to move, my belt found sensitive spot after sensitive spot and within minutes, her whole body was a mass of red lines and welts. The tears rolled over her face as my cock drove deep into her throat. I lashed her cunt her belly and her thighs the worst. The angle made the blows to her breasts less effective, so I even used the palm of my hand on these from time to time. Again, I lost count of the lashes I gave her, but it was a lot. I was not gentle about it, but the lashing was not of the same brutality with which I had opened the skin on her buttocks. The belt drew no blood and the welts would fade quickly I suspected, but she squeaked and cried with each blow and my cock began to throb in her throat.

Finally, with a rally of three brutal whips at her pubic bone and cunt, that caused her to scream in agony, I emptied my balls into her throat. My spunk rushed into her neck and I watched as she gulped in order to swallow the thick, sticky substance that might otherwise choke her. I untangled her hair from my hand, and spent; I slipped from her mouth and started to get dressed. “Stay there.” I commanded as she started to stir. “Don’t fucking move bitch or I will start with the belt again.” She froze, and I completed dressing.

I packed together the things I wanted to take with me, which were in essence my belt and my bag. The rest of the stuff I would leave for Ursula to dispose of or use as she wished. Her ordeal was almost over, and I told her so.

“You will be happy to hear that I am done with you.” I said. “That’s why I have gotten dressed.” As I spoke, I walked over to the table. She lay there with her head hanging off the edge, her mouth a gaping hole behind the ring-gag. Sperm had run out of her mouth and down over her forehead, some going up her nose. I span her legs around so I could pull her off the table and stand her on her feet. “Move fuck-bitch”, I said, and pushed her towards the couch.

As we reached the couch, I ordered her down. “Kneel bitch.” I commanded and supported her as she knelt in front of the couch. I disconnected her handcuffs from the dog collar and pulled them down between her legs. With the extra length of chain from the shackles, I pushed her over so her chest was on the couch and I attached the chain from her shackles to her handcuffs. The only way should could now possibly move might be to roll onto her side off the edge of the couch, otherwise, she was immobilised, her bloody ass in the air and both her holes torn and raw exposed to my gaze. For the first time since arriving, I glanced up at the security camera and smiled.

I walked to the door and opened it, but instead of walking out and leaving, I whistled, and called out “Hey Marlow, come here boy.” I heard the clicking of his claws on the stone floor and the panting of his breath as he came round the corner and ran excitedly into the room. Ursula started to cry into her ring-gag again, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Knowing I had finished torturing her but not humiliating and degrading her.

Marlow let out an excited bark and ran straight to the couch. He pushed his nose into his mistress’s crotch and started licking the wounded flesh around her burnt cunt and torn ass. His agitation was clear and he went from side to side, before returning to continue lapping at Ursula’s exposed holes. His tail was wagging and as his mistress was not scalding him, he was clearly doing the right thing, and so he licked at her even more, tasting her cunt juices and the scent of her gaping butthole. Then, he mounted her. He clawed at the flesh of her thighs and hips with his front paws, and was already humping before he was even on. A splash of semen sprayed up Ursula’s thigh and Marlow dropped back off her back to continue licking at her cunt.

“Come on boy.” I thought. “Fuck the bitch while you have the chance.” Then, as the thought went through my mind, Marlow climbed back onto his mistress and this time hit home, sinking his pink cock into her cunt and humping into her as she let out a deep humiliated moan of complete submission to her fate.

Poor fucking dog, he was not even touching the sides, and I thought about maybe guiding him into her ass instead. Or maybe I could turn her round and guide him into the ring-gag. That was an interesting thought, but then I noticed that Marlow was starting to pant heavily, and his knot was swelling at the base of his cock. This was what I wanted to see before leaving, that massive dog-knot lock into Ursula’s soppy cunt and swell so much that he could not pull it out.

I was not disappointed, after just a few seconds, Marlow pushed his hips forward and with a loud sucking sound his knot disappeared inside Ursula’s cunt. She groaned knowing her fate as Marlow began wildly fucking into her, filling her filthy hole with dog-cum. It would take ages for the swelling in Marlow’s dog-knot to reduce enough for him to decouple from his mistress’s cunt. He might even agitate several more times and continue to fuck her. Marlow was in the driving seat now and Ursula was his fuck-bitch. Let him decide how many times he would fuck her over the next two hours, because that was exactly how long I would give him with his naked and handcuffed mistress.

I walked out of the room closing the door, and out of the villa. I walked round the side of the building, going round back to the pool area. The pool boy was in the process of trimming some grass around the outdoor shower. He was a good looking boy and very athletic. “Hey,” I said as I approached him. “Ursula asked me to give you a message.”

“And who are you?” He asked looking suspiciously at me.

“I am Ursula’s new trainer.” I lied. “I was just giving her a workout.”

“So what does she want? What’s the message?” He asked.

“She is not feeling all that well, so she has laid down on the couch in the study for a nap. She turned off the gate bell and said she is not to be disturbed by anyone.” I continued my lie. “But she asked me to tell you to wake her in two hours if she is not up.” I added. “She has an appointment later that she doesn’t want to miss, so made me promise to tell you to just go inside and wake her. The door is open and you know the way, she said.” I completed my lie.

“Okay.” He responded. “No worries. Two hours, right?” As he said this, he looked at his watch and licked his upper lip. He thought he was being invited in for sex, poor guy, and I could actually see a small movement in his shorts. If only he knew, what carnage awaited him inside the house? Once he got a good look at those torn gaping holes, filled with dog spunk he would never want to go near them again, I thought and I turned and left.

I did not return immediately to Lena. I felt dirty and disgustingly filthy from even touching Ursula. I had not realised how utterly I could hate another human being and be repulsed by them, until I had met Ursula. Sure, I had fucked her in the throat and ass, but I had not really enjoyed it. I had enjoyed humiliating and hurting her, and a virgin ass is always a nice sensation, but as I stood under my own shower washing her from my body, I wondered how she could be related to sweet Lena.

I showered, shaved and put on fresh clothes before heading off to Lena. Three Little Birds was going through my head as I walked the streets, my mind otherwise a million miles away. I was singing to myself and excited about getting back to Lena.

I turned the corner to the now familiar building and striding up to the front door, let myself in without a care. I stepped into the entry and flicked the switch to turn on the light. I took three steps towards the stairs and Simone’s door opened. She stepped into the hallway and turned to double-lock her door.

I froze and just stood there staring at the back of her head. Her slim hips, her perfect bottom covered by a pair of tight jogging pants. Her raven hair tied at the nape of her neck beneath a baseball cap feel down her back over an old warn grey sweater. I could see wires hanging from her ears, and as she turned to catch me staring at her, she pulled one of the buds from her right ear. The tinny but clear sound of Bob Marley singing Three little Birds as he broke into ‘baby don’t worry, ‘bout a thing’ made me look down at the bud, hanging between Simone’s slender fingers. I looked back up to her face.

“Hello.” She said and smiled at me. “Do you live here?” She asked, and I was stunned. My throat ran dry. “I don’t recall seeing you before.” She added, and I knew I needed to speak. Would she recognise my voice? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My mind was exploding.

“Erm, no!” I blurted out. “I am staying with a friend for a few days. A girlfriend upstairs.” I added as if that mattered.

“Ah, the young girl above me?” Simone enquired. “I thought I heard voices. Not being nosey of course, I just realised there was someone else in her apartment. Anyway, I need to get going. Nice meeting you.” In a flash, she slipped past me, opened the door to the street and was gone, jogging.

I remained standing there in the hallway and I was trembling. It took me several moments to compose myself and climb the stairs to Lena’s flat. I let myself in and went straight to the bedroom.

Lena was in bed, under the covers leaning against the headboard with her knees up under her chin. She smiled at me as I entered the room, but I could see she had been crying. Neither of us spoke as I simply started to undress. I stripped naked letting my clothes fall to the floor where I left them and walked over to the bed. I reached the bed and Lena slid down from the headboard flat onto her back, as she did so she raised the duvet with her hand to invite me under the covers. I slid in beside her and wrapped my right arm around her waist. She turned to me and kissed me on the mouth, parting her lips so my tongue could enter her warm moist mouth. Her right hand went to the side of my face. We kissed.

I rolled across Lena’s body and placed my knees between her legs. We continued to kiss. She parted her thighs, and pulled me towards her, her hand slipping to the back of my neck. I dropped my face and kissed her neck, she gasped, and I felt the slender soft fingers of her other hand wrap around my cock. She squeezed and I felt the blood pump in her hand. She must have felt it, too. She kissed me on the mouth again, and then guided me, placing my glans at the soft folds of her vagina. She parted her lips over my mouth and took a deep breath as I eased my hips forward, pushing the tip of my cock into her beautiful warm opening, only this time I did not stop. I pushed again and she let out a tiny muffled cry, and I pushed further. She crushed her mouth over mine and sought my tongue with hers. I pushed again with my hips, feeling a tiny tearing sensation as I finally took my prize, entered Lena’s deep warm cavern, and felt her juices flow around my cock.

“Did you watch?” I whispered into to her mouth and she nodded. “Fuck me, master. Please!” She said.

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