Previously,
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I woked up and I could barely open my eyes. I see the light dimmed on the wall, glowing in a fade orange, just like the previous night when Rachel had set it for me. I couldn’t be too bothered with the light since I could sleep either way. The wind chime is not moving, maybe because all the windows are closed and the air condition is just swinging it lightly, not even enough to make a sound from its crystal clear bells. I turned around lazily and realized there was something amiss. Rachel is not sleeping beside me.
I still have not fully woken up, but I figured since I am awake, I probably want to take a leak or something. Actually, I was feeling a bit hungry too. I looked at the clock and its 3 am in the damn morning and I wondered why I had to wake up in the dead of the night. But little did I know, everything has its plan and this is definitely not a bad thing.
I struggled to get myself out of the warm blanket and crawled out of the bed literally as I put on a simple jacket and slipped into my slippers before walking out. The hotel was so peaceful in the night, it is so quiet, minus the soft chanting of the Taoist scriptures from the portable media player from the hall. It is kind of eerie in the sense, but still I feel peaceful. After all, I am not really afraid if my friend did came back. It would give me a chance to say goodbye properly.
I walked passed the girls room and the faint glimmers of the wall lamps radiated the hall gently. The soft glow is so calm and quiet. Actually, that is kind of rare as the girls are always so wild and crazy. It is rare to see that there is finally peace and quiet coming from their room. I wondered when they are going back and if I should get their contacts. You never know when a helping hand or more would be welcome. I shook my head. What the hell was I thinking. I had a girlfriend back home. Well, sort of.
I walked towards the spring pool, as the sound of the natural running stream ran along the side became louder. Half expecting that maybe I would see Rachel there, half naked in the pool enjoying herself like the day before. But to my disappointment, the pool was empty. I was pondering if I should use the pool actually, but my sleepy eyes stopped me and I decided I should sneak to the kitchen and find some food like a mouse in a cheese hunt.
Turning over the corner, I can’t help stopping and taking a deep breathe over the garden. Although it was summer, it was a cooling morning and I had not enjoyed such unpolluted air for a long time. After spending too much time in cities, you would really appreciates the great rural breeze. In the distance, I notice the work shed again, situated all alone right in the far corner. And then that was when I notice something was not right. There was light coming from the windows, shimmering slowly, as if something on a faint lantern within as some sparks of light ray penetrates the windows.
Suddenly, my heart races. Who could be inside in this dead hour of the night. Rachel? Or wait, could it be someone broke in? I lower my body and slowly creep my way across the soft grass towards it. Suddenly, all the erotic images of the lady in leather, bind in all sort of kinky contraptions and restraints flashes through my mind. Before I could even react, I notice something amazing. My little fellow down there i fully charged and ready.
I bend low below the windows’s height as I peek into the shed. It was literally dream came true as the shed is now exactly as I remembered it in that weird on the first day. But then what this means is that it wasn’t a dream, I really did saw it. But that isn’t even the most important thing. I saw now the girl in my dream.
Dressed in a suit of tight leather, the black suit stuck so close to the body that every contour on her curves is show to the fullness potential. Her nipples can be seen literally, the nice shape of the areola and the harden tip left nothing much for imagination, except it is covered in black. I took a deep breathe and my little prick is no longer so little anymore is not making thing easy bending down. I can’t help wanting to touch myself as I watched.
Rachel is blindfolded. She must had put it over herself, but strangely she is alone. Just like the last time I saw her. Her waist was cuffed and hang over a pole suspended by the ceiling. On her black suit, everything is covered, except her sweet pussy, which was unzipped and I can see Rachel sliding it against a thick dildo attached to motorized drill mounted on the work bench. It is not powered on yet and I guess I was early for the show as I saw Rachel rubbing her pussy onto the dildo and faintly, almost silent, but her moans slips through the crack in the shed.
I was pretty sure I could help since I was fully ready. I make my way as quiet as possible towards the door. I twisted the handle firmly but extremely silently, because I really wanted this to be a good surprise for Rachel. I guess she must have been really horny to come to this and I really want to make sure I can give her a good one that night.
But what was I thinking. The lock did not even move an inch. It was obviously locked. A thousands thoughts ran through my mind, from forcing it to smashing into the window. I feel like I am as desperate if not more than Rachel now. It is as if I wanted to just force my way in and rape Rachel like a break in burglar becoming a rapist as well.
Luckily, my brain was not quite asleep that night. I had an idea.
I reached into my pocket and there is was, the little small key from the “treasure box”. I slowly insert the key and just as I guess, if it fit, it works. The hinges unlocked wit ha soft click. I wondered if my friend had intended me to have actually unlock this door. I slipped in quietly as Rachel is still pretty much trapped in her own fantasy, plus the blindfold is probably good grade, so I crept quietly behind Rachel.
I had a closer look into the work shed now and I noticed that the normal work tools is replaced with a series of BDSM tools on display and so on. There must be a switch so that the items are “flipped” behind the shelves as I imagine. Something along the line of those batman movies. But there are so many toys I believe this is one of my friends greatest creation. From cuffs to whips and harnesses and dildo. There are probably a few thousands way you can sexually torture a girl here to fit any imagination you may have.
I grab a dildo off the shelf and sneaked behind Rachel, then I poke it onto her butt on her leather suit. The leather probably would negate the feeling, so I was able to pass that off as a knife or something.
“Don’t move… if you do not want to be hurt…” I said softly. I could see her panic for a brief moment, then probably she recognized my voice or something as she tried to reach for her blindfold after unhinging herself from the pole. I put a stop to it of course, pushing her hand away, my intention to keep the blindfold on. I grab her hand and slotted it onto the overhead pole again, but this time I locked the hinges so she could not remove it herself.
“You are in for some trouble, lady…” I whispered into her ears and I made a deliberate effort to unzipped my shorts, pulled it down and finally give my cock its deserved freedom. I can tell Rachel knew exactly what is happening. “Let’s punish this naughty little bitch here…” I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them hard. I do admit I missed this pair of fully blossom meat lumps. It was not because Xiao Ke’s wasn’t nice, but Rachel’s is just very matured and ripped just like a pair of peaches for the plucking.
I pulled down the two zip on the leather suit, intended for the exposure of the tits and not so gently, I picked on her nipples, where were already hard by then. Rachel gave out a soft moan and a soft protest as well. “I am not a naughty bitch…” She whispered back so soft that only I could hear it, even in the dead of the night. I expressed my disagreement, reaching my palm to her butt and giving her a good smack after pulling it back for a full stretch. “Not just a naughty bitch now, also a lying little kitty…” I smiled as I lift her left tits and I took it fully into my mouth and began to suck it hard as if I was a thirsty explorer who just came out of the desert.
There were so many toys on display and I bet even more hidden if I bothered to find then. I looked around and a nine tailed flogger caught my attention. This is the perfect punishment for naught girls. I moved my hands all over Rachel’s curves, especially to her butts now. I just need to figured out how to undo the leather suit so that I can expose her butts as I picked up the flogger. Rachel, who was still blindfolded then is definitely going to be in for a good surprise.
Finally, I manage to find the inner zip which goes right under her crack in between her inner thighs. I undid both side and the buttocks simply sprung out like a pair of melons which need to be feast on. I simple couldn’t wait any longer. I grab the flogger from the display and give it a good swing before I landed it on her smooth white butts. As the little beads on the flogger eventually hit hard with a smack onto her skin, Rachel gave out a cry in pain and twisted her body in a awkward way.
“This is what happen to a bad girl… Aren’t you one?” Tears begin to flow down Rachel’s eyes through the blindfold as it streams down from the side of her face. Her cheek was pinkish from the embarrassment but I did not see her wanting me to stop so I did not. Moreover, when you think with your cock, you do not reason, you simply go with the flow.
“And I thought you can be a good girl for a night… But here you are…” I intend to humiliates her further as her face redden, she looked down. Or more accurately, she tilted her head downwards since she can’t see anything anyway through that blindfold. I paced around her to make sure I still have the elements of surprise as I swing the flogger hard again, this time leashing it brutally across her tits, leaving a trail of redden skin as she bend backwards again with another cry of pain. I did not know why, but seeing her this way really turns me on and since I am all there way here, I might as well loosen by belt and drop my shorts, giving my stiff cock some great air to breathe. I am so going to fuck her silly that night.
“And why are you a bad girl?” I intend to make her confess it herself. This way it will humiliates her further. Rachel shakes her head, but another slash on her tender boobs will convince her. Rachel took a deep breathe after recovering from the sting.
“I am horny… Even at his funeral…” She said slowly, and slowly. I leaned forward so that she could feel my breathe on her face, despite the blindfold. I had pieced things together in the past days. Rachel must had still felt the guilt of all the stuff that happened, especially when it is still the funeral and we are already giving each other love like we are long time affair. I grabbed her pony tail hair, which she had tied up because of the rubber suit and lick her neck sudden, giving her a surprise as she twisted her body around the bondage of rape and chain.
“Yes, you are such a slut. Do you think you should be punished?” I spoke firmly as I circled around her, making sure she did not expect the slash I placed on her butts suddenly as she gave out a soft moan of pain, shaking her body in slight agony. Seeing no reply, I grab her nipple and twisted it hard. “Answer me! You horny bitch!” I roared.
Rachel nodded her head in shame. I can tell since she had redden all the way till her ears are flushed like a cherry. I could feel my cock so hard and stiff now that I even start to play with it, using it to “cane” onto her body, around her thigh and buttocks. I knew I couldn’t keep this up for long. I want Rachel, but yet I want to humiliates her too. So I lowered her bondage and make her kneel onto the floor, but her hands were still suspended up by the chains, bounded as I approach her, I lift her face and pressing on her nose, I force her to open her mouth.
“If you need to be punished, then you need to beg for it. Because horny sluts do not just get what they want!” I commanded Rachel like a cruel master. I think by the time now, she must be really wet throughout. Without hesitation I hear her soft voice like ringing chimes in the air.
“Please. Punish me. I am a horny bitch who need to be taught a lesson.” Rachel spoke softly as she redden more. I did not even wait for her to finish as I tilt her mouth up and shove my cock into her mouth as deep as I could.
The warmth of her throat is so familiar and I bet my cock felt just like home when I began to slide it deep inside her. As her hand was restrained above her, she could all but struggled, not expecting a raw cock to penetrate her mouth suddenly. I held on to her head, lifted it by her pony tail as I ram my cock hard almost as if I am ramming her pussy. Rachel soon gave it and began to suck and lick on my cock like a obedient little girl.
I held on to the side of her cheek, pulling it towards me, I could feel her nose touches my skin as her breathing blows down, the hot air wrapped around my cock as she pull and push her suction onto it, feeling the moments of hot and cold crisscrossing between strokes of her skilled blowjob. I wondered if she just practiced on my dear departed friend, or was there more. The idea of Rachel being a slut really turns me on, despite how much this is with a lack of respect of my friend’s widow. I tilted my cock up, with all its hardness as I strike it deep into her throat. But Rachel was so skillful that not even once did I felt her teeth onto my cock as it slides along the watery wet tongue into her mouth.
I rammed so hard I felt I was about to cum. But of course I am no going to “waste” it cumming into her on a blowjob. After all, Rachel still deserve more punishment. I think in a way she needed the punishment, at least in a way to lesson her guilt over the crazy pass days. Even in a normal times, without the funeral, all these is way beyond a normal relationship, but I guess I had my part in it too. I couldn’t help maybe I was the culprit that lead her on to all these and maybe I am the one that needed the punishment. But who could resist such a attractive woman like Rachel. I honestly could not. I pushed her off, withdrawing my cock out as the watery sweet juice from her lips drips over, leaving a trail onto her black leather suit. I pulled the chain up and made her stand again while I grab one of the studded dildo on the table, then I begin to play with her pussy exposed by the kinky zip just wide enough for me to violate her. The dildo was wet in no time as Rachel was pretty much flooded inside. I did not even think twice as I pushed it into her, almost violently, but it was so smooth that it felt like a pity rape.
At first, I was gentle to roll the dildo inside her, but when I realized she was so lubricated that even with the uneven studs and little pins it was rock and rolling like its inside water. I got a bit more rough and Rachel moaned loudly at each forceful violation as I spin and pull it in and out of her. I grabbed her ponytail and lifted her face up from her gaze on the table to look right into my eyes. I can see her eyes in a slutty daze as she was lost in a lustful fantasy, her cheek redden until I could see all the thing veins that ran across her smooth pale skin. I took a kiss from her, without her permission of could before I lift her boobs up and with force, I sucked hard at her tits which was easily exposed by the leather suit with a zip. I must give credit to the designer for having all the right consideration. Rachel bent her head backwards with a loud moan as I took her nipple into my mouth and suck it as hard as I could.
“Arrgghhh!! Ehhmmmm…Ohhh…” Rachel was beyond words now. All her heavy breathing and voices that came out of her mouth were uncomprehensive, but yet it was so primal that it can be understood even by the most primitive mind. It was all about lust and desire and the need to enjoy this sinful engagement of procreation. I did not stop at just one nipple, I realized it only to find the current one flushed with blood, redden and hard and without a second thought, I gave it a good slap as I called her a “slutty cunt” as she turned her head to the side with shame. I gave the other tits as if it was a toy and gave it the same sucking treatment while I rolled my hand all over her previous tits, squeezing and pressing her nipples all over like it was an anger management stress toy in my palm. Rachel only moaned and moaned as I saw a stream of tears rolled down her eyes. Somehow I understood. It was a tear of enjoyment, but also of the relief from the guilt and shame. She wanted to be “punished” as such and it was only right that I do so, in the most harsh way to satisfy her.
“You are not getting my cock tonight, I will just play with your fuck holes with this cold dildo until I am satisfied.” I said firmly and immediately I could feel her disagreement as she twists her body and she begged for it with yet a waves of sexy moans and whisper. “I want it, please, please let me have it.”
“No, if you want it you will have to beg harder… Such a naughty slut like you do not deserve my cock… You pussy can be satisfied even with the cheapest sex toy.” I toyed with her, wanting to see more of her begging. As I sucked hard, Rachel begging is interrupted on and off with sensational voices from her deepest sanctum of lust and passion. She struggled and with anger, she freed herself from the bonds, her hand reached for the zip and with furious strength, she undo her suit rolling the zip down almost as if tearing it off. As the suit drops with a thug down beside her, she kneel down looking at me, with both her tits redden with shame from the “torture”. Rachel did not lowered her view this time. In fact she look at me with teary eyes.
“Please. Punish me. And do whatever you want to me for your pleasure. And fuck me like an animal. MASTER” The words came out almost naturally, as unnatural as it sounded. I could not hold the lust inside me anymore.
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So sorry for the late reply, leaving some in a real smurfy ball situation.
The expedition took longer than I expected and I was stucked in some very very back water place with actually no internet for the past month.
But the good news is I am back and the anger continue…
(Angry bird theme in the background…)
I lifted Rachel from the floor and threw her onto the workbench like she was a piece of goods and I spread her legs wide apart, which she was surprised, but she only resisted only for that brief moment before allowing me to do whatever I wanted to her. I rip off whatever else clothing she had on and did so for myself before savagely climbing on top of her and ramming my penis deep into her.
The workbench shook and twitched under our weights and it did not take long before Rachel was moaning madly as our bodies parts and joins in a furious pace. No words were said. Rachel wanted me to treat her like a sex doll and I obviously did not want to spoil that. At that instant, it was not Rachel there under me, but just a sex slave for my pleasure. Someone who was designed to hold my cum. I rammed her hard, holding her legs over my shoulders, but it was hardly sensational for me as she was really too wet for me to even feel any friction against her inner walls. Out of frustration, I pulled out and rolled her over.
Her ass were almost too inviting to reject as I pry open her butt cheeks with my arms and her ass were a little tighter just as I expected. I heard a faint cry and Rachel shook her head, but I grab onto her pony tail as I pulled my cock all the way into her. Almost as if she was a mare, I held on tight to her hair like it was a harness, riding her from behind like a storm. It felt really good like I had finally totally conquer this beast. It did not take very long before I feel myself unloaded my withheld seed deep into her. I pushed her body away and drop her onto the table almost as if she was the doll that I had just used and discard.
Rachel lied still on the top, totally exhausted. But I believe I could push her a little more. I lift her by her chin and even though I see some tears off the edge of her sparkling eyes, I made her kneel like a rabbit on the bench facing me. More precisely, facing my wet and dirtied cock. I think she knew what she had to do. Well, if she did not, then I suppose I will have to discipline her to. Rachel looked puzzled, perhaps due to fatigue, but soon realized what I wanted, she opened her mouth wide and closed in.
Rachel paused right before my cock with some hesitation. I knew she need some “encouragement” so I held her head and push my body forward, literally forcing my dirtied manhood right into her mouth. Rachel resisted and pulled back a little, but with my palm over her head, it was only a matter of second before I pulled her back and soon I was feeling the warmth of her mouth, nicely wrapped around my cock as her tongue begin to roll slowly over it.
“Lick it clean, bitch!” I commanded her, maybe for one last time that night. Rachel obeyed and began to lick all the stain of cum all over my cock with her tongue, running it over like a snake on a branch. I could almost feel my cock harden by that little bit, if I wasn’t already so exhausted in the past few days. I sat back and relax while I let Rachel clean me up good. Rachel was great with her blowjob, but now I realized she was even better with her cleaning. I could feel the tips of her tongue runs all over my cock, covering every inch almost like a firm pointer, rubbing and wiping all any residue without hesitation. When Rachel’s mouth finally uncupped my cock, I almost felt a sense of lost and wanted to to push her head more, but obviously I did not. I need to know when to stop and when to end.
Rachel looked up, her eyes with a little tears. I held her close as I felt her soft breasts rest comfortably onto my cock, almost touching balls to balls. It was warmth and especially on this night. I just held her close and we felt each other’s heartbeat for a pretty long time so much so that I did not even know what time it was when I finally felt Rachel leaving my embrace.
