The ring gag held her mouth open wide and there was no obstruction to Stoner’s passage from Cheryl’s lips to her throat. Cheryl had been caught in mid moan when the hardened flesh pressed against her tongue, forcing it down. She felt the cock pushing at the back of her mouth. Suddenly, it was past her throat’s entrance and into her esophagus.
Immediately, Cheryl’s body fought to expel the invader. Her legs jerked back and forth, her hands struggled fiercely at her bindings. She had not had the chance to take a deep breath, and the need for oxygen arose immediately. As the cock pressed further in, Cheryl began to gag, her chest and stomach heaving.
Stoner was in heaven. As he reveled in Cheryl’s throat with his cock, he took in her mighty and futile struggle. The angle of the girl’s head gave Stoner a direct path to her throat. Her head was between his knees and he could feel the fruitless efforts Cheryl was making to expel him. When he sensed that Cheryl was about to faint, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Desperately, Cheryl gasped for air. Her lungs heaved, pressing her breasts upwards, much to Stoner’s delight. He gave her two deep breaths and then pushed himself home again. Cheryl stiffened when the cock pressed back into her throat. She had forgotten Jeremiah’s advice and she gagged and choked on the piercing flesh. Her legs pushed and pumped in frustration. Stoner admired the taut muscles of her twitching thighs. His eyes rolled back as he felt the tight constriction of the narrow passage on his cock. He rocked himself back and forth gently, waves of pleasure flowing over him. He almost forgot himself as Cheryl’s struggles became weaker. He pulled out again to allow the poor woman to gain her breath. He waited this time until she had achieved a level of relative calm.
“Here comes that bad boy again, slut,” he instructed his wheezing victim. “And this time, I’m staying in until I come, so you better take a deep breath.”
Cheryl had now had time to regain some of her composure. Jeremiah’s advice came back to her. As she felt the ruthless thrust of Stoner’s member back into her mouth, she manipulated the muscles of her throat, as if to swallow. Low and behold, the cock slid right in!
Closing her eyes and concentrating on keeping her throat muscles loose, Cheryl permitted the hot, bulging sword of flesh to do its work. Stoner was thrusting hard now, his passion rising to a crescendo. Suddenly, his climax was upon him and he jerked and moaned as his cock jetted streams of cum down Cheryl’s throat. Cheryl was holding her own, but knew that she could not hold her breath much longer. She prayed that he would finish and withdraw. She could actually feel the pulsing of the cock in her throat as he came, a strange sensation.
Finally, Stoner had spewed his load and withdrew. Cheryl gasped for breath, thankful that her ordeal was over. Or at least that this one was. And the next time, she would be ready. She had done it, overcome her body’s natural revulsion, and served as a docile receptacle for Stoner’s spunk.
Stoner was temporarily sated. He stumbled over to the dressing table and recovered his glass of scotch. He poured its cold, and now watery, contents down his throat. “She gets the cum and I get the scotch,” he thought to himself. He laughed and turned to take in the visage of the object of his cruel lust. She was panting visibly, tears flowing down her head and into her hair. There were two angry red stripes along sides of her cunt, evidence of his savage blows. Stoner opened a cabinet under the dressing table and pulled out a bottle of 24 year old scotch, single malt. He poured three fingers into his glass and then got some ice from the dispenser on the built in mini-cooler. Scotsmen all over the world trembled at this abuse of a fine liquor. But Stoner was not refined, he only liked expensive things, and this was among the most expensive scotch he could buy.
Stoner played with his cock as he held his glass to his lips. He wanted another round with this broad. He would fuck her this time, just as she was. His tumescent tool began to harden at the thought.
Stoner’s abuse of his body was counterbalanced by his consumption of every conceivable drug and vitamin designed to enhance his sexual performance. He had taken a Viagra about an hour ago, and he knew he was good for another go.
Creeping around the bed, he began to pull at his flesh to encourage its hardness. He downed the rest of the scotch at one swallow and placed the glass down. He knelt on the bed, crawling forwards until his head was between Cheryl’s thighs.
Cheryl could sense his presence, but not see him, since her head was still below the level of the mattress. She felt his hot breath between her thighs. A stab of pain shot into her as Stoner’s tongue pressed down on her wounded clitoris. Stoner, mistaking her gasp for one of pleasure, laughed to himself. He congratulated himself on knowing how to get a woman hot.
Pressing his mouth down on Cheryl’s sex, Stoner lapped at the entrance to Cheryl’s tunnel. In spite of herself, Cheryl began to feel the stirrings of passion. She knew that she was going to be raped again by this bastard, and she welcomed the opportunity to lubricate the already wounded passage. While Jeremiah knew how to glide his tongue across and into the most sensitive parts of a woman’s sex, Stoner was only after the feeling of mastery it gave him to sup between the un-consenting thighs of a woman. It was enough, however, for Cheryl to let loose her fluids, moistening the sheath that would soon be filled with Stoner’s engorged flesh.
Having had enough of a taste of the new cunt he had bought, Stoner lifted himself and pressed his body forwards so that his cock was presented to the now wide-open lips of Cheryl’s cunt. Cheryl felt passion mixed with revulsion as she prepared to be entered by this man that she hated with all of her being. She knew she was powerless and as Stoner slid his piece into her body, she cried out in futile desperation.
Cheryl cried and sobbed as Stoner sawed into her. She was being fucked by a man she could not see. His thighs slapped against hers, causing her body to buck in return. Stoner leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard at the teat and Cheryl’s inevitable reaction occurred. She was going to come and she hated herself for it. She tried to fight it off, but Stoner kept sucking and mauling her nipple with his mouth. The tell tale tingling began in her sex and started to spread throughout her body. She was thrusting back at Stoner now, her need for release having overcome her scruples. When she felt Stoner stiffen and heard him cry out, Cheryl’s orgasm was triggered and she shuddered and moaned through the ring in her mouth. Her cunt was still pulsing with pleasure when Stoner pulled himself out. He was panting heavily. “She’s a good fuck,” Stoner thought to himself. “I’ll give her that.”
The now satiated man loosened the ties that bound Cheryl’s ankles and let her legs fall to the mattress. Cheryl lay listlessly as he circled round the bed and untied the binding that held her head in place. He pushed her up and rolled her over so that her whole body was on the bed. Cheryl lay on her stomach, her hands still affixed to her sides as she awaited the next development.
But Stoner had had enough. He went to the bathroom, pissed, and returned to the bed. Cheryl had begun to drift off, having been exhausted by her ordeal. Stoner slapped her on her ass, startling her.
“This bed is not for sluts to sleep in. Get up,” he ordered.
Hesitatingly, Cheryl rose to her knees and edged herself over to the side of the bed. Stoner grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the foot of the bed. She had not noticed the small steel cage when she had come in. She realized that this was where she would spend the night. She dreaded its cramped confinement, the feeling of harsh imprisonment. But she knew that, one way or the other, she would soon be inside it.
“Get on your knees cunt and crawl into your cage,” Stoner ordered in a slurred but harsh voice. Cheryl complied meekly. “Have a good night’s sleep, honey,” Stoner said. “Tomorrow we’re getting married.”