It was late on a sunday night. The noise from the street had long since hushed down and the glow of the streetlights outside pierced the curtains into the office.
I'd had the job a few weeks, and it had been fine so far. Don't get me wrong, it was weird, but I was paid to not ask questions. Every night, at 7pm, I was required to turn up at the office. It was a nondescript building, with no sign or labeling of any kind. Grey and square, it looked abandoned from the outside. Inside, however, was a pleasant office space, with a beautiful art deco desk made of walnut sat on the crimson carpet. On the desk sat a computer, and mounted on the wall was a large TV. Behind the desk was a huge metal door and a keypad.
I was to stay in the office for 12 hours. I could do whatever I wanted in that time, as long as I was awake to watch the door. When I was inteviewed for the job, by a pale, thin man who looked like he hadn't slept for days, he made me memorise the code, but made it abundantly clear that I was never to use it. Why he even bothered to tell me the code if he didn't want me using it was beyond me, but like I said, the paycheck was big enough to buy silence.
It was about 1am when my ordeal began.
I was sat at the desk watching a movie. Halloween. One of the first true slashers, but surprisingly bloodless. That's when I heard the slam of the door down the flight of stairs that led up to the office. It sounded like it had been hit by a truck. I stood up, but soon realised that I had no idea what to do. I didn't have a gun. I didn't even have a fucking panic button. There wasn't even anywhere to hide, except the bathroom.
My panic attack was soon interrupted by your entry through the door. It swung lazily on it's hinge, before thumping against the wall.
You were dressed in a dark grey skirt and white blouse, your blonde hair neatly tucked behind your ears. Black glasses only seemed to magnify the glare of your icy blue eyes. Of course, I didn't focus much on your appearance, I was focused more on the sawn-off shotgun you held in your left hand, pointed at me.
"Stand very still if you like your legs, Boy." you growled, slowly advancing on me like a tiger crawling through the bush, about to disembowel some poor deer. In your other hand was a briefcase, and as you approached me, never letting me out of the lethal gaze of your gun, you placed the case on my desk. You eyes felt like they were dissecting me, probing me for all my weakest, softest spots.
You looked at the elegant silver watch on your wrist. "You're relieved at 7, am I correct? That gives my sister and I six hours to break you. Personally, I expect we'll make it in four. Of course, you could just give in and open the vault now?" you raised an eyebrow, peering at me.
"No, I didn't think so." you went on as I stuggled to open my mouth, back pressed against the wall in fear of being cut in half by buckshot. "Men are far too stubborn. That's why you're so fun to toy with."
You lowered the gun and placed it on the desk, before undoing the latches on the briefcase. "I know what you're thinking, Boy. You're wondering if you can grab my gun before me. Maybe you can.. but if you don't.. I'll be forced to use it to amputate your legs."
The case opened, it's contents obscured from my view. You reached in and removed a long, thin black riding crop and a pair of handcuffs.
"Disrobe, please."
What the fuck? A thousand thoughts rushed through my head. Was this all some sort of crazy prank?
The leather of the crop suddenly collided with the desk.
"Quickly. Boy." you spat the words out.
One by one, my shirt, pants, underwear and socks fell on the floor, my eyes fixed on the gun on my desk.
Your gaze intensified. "Hm, not bad. Perhaps you'll make a nice handmaid once you open the vault." you mused, before stepping forward.
"Now, one more chance. The code."
I looked down at the gun again and thought back on that interview. The pale man had never told me anything definite, but he had been very clear that I wasn't to reveal the code. I wasn't even to tell people where I worked. Anyone with that amount of money must be powerful. Not the sort of person you wanted to betray. Six hours.. Maybe I could make it.
You sighed. "Well then.."
With a sudden grace, you darted forward and slammed me against the wall by the throat. Your teeth were gritted and there was a venomous glare on your face. "You know.. I was hoping you'd be stupid. Hurting people excites me."
The hard leather tip of your crop suddenly pressed up against my balls. My body tensed up and I started to whimper.
"P..Please.. I can't give you the code.. I've got money.."
The pressure on my windpipe increased.
"I didn't say you could talk, Pig. And if I do permit you to talk, you'll address me as Madame Noir." your eyes narrowed, and your grip tightened. The edges of my vision began to get fuzzy and dark..
Then, you pulled your hand back and I collapsed, coughing on the floor.
"But then..." you said, pausing briefly. "Yes, perhaps my sister will do a better job of motivating you to talk."
Effortlessly, you lifted me up again, before turning me around and slamming my cheek against the door. I felt two cold metal circlets clasp around my wrists and I soon realised I'd been handcuffed. "Wait.. right.. there.. Boy."
You picked up your gun and walked out, leaving me naked and bound against the door I was foolishly charged with protecting. A few moments passed.
"Oh my!" your voice chirped. It was a lot like your sister's voice, but higher and chirpier. "Now, Athena never told me you were cute." you purred. I heard your stillettos elegantly tap along the floor as you approached, and suddenly your hands grabbed me and spun me around.
You looked a lot like your sister, but whereas she looked like a ruthless businesswoman, you looked like somewhere inbetween a pornstar and a mental patient. You were dressed in a white blouse, tied up just under your breasts, and a plaid skirt. Your hair was in pigtails and black tears of mascara down down your face. Your lips were blood red and your eyes seemed bloodshot and a little too wide. You threw a pink designer purse on the ground that looked as expensive as it was tacky.
"You can call me Venus, but I'd prefer Momma V." you purred, biting your lip. "Now, Athena says you won't open the vault for us.." you pouted. "That's disappointing.. sure I can't persuade you?"
Suddenly, your hand gripped my cock. You nails were pointed and painted red and black alternately. You started stroking it slowly, making me moan softly. You giggled as you watched my nerves quickly turn to lust.
"Boy, you're easy to please, huh? Kinda slutty. That's okay.. I like slutty." your hand continued to work for a minute, until your giggles and smiles suddenly turned to pouts again. You dug your sharp nails into my cock.
"What's the code, slutty bunny?" you cooed, suddenly licking me up the side of my face and making me shiver. "I... can't tell you." I said, biting down hard. "P..Please let me go.."
"Oh, you can't tell me?" you said, suddenly releasing my cock. "That's okay!" you chirped, running a fingertip down the length of my now swollen cock. Suddenly, you grabbed it tight and pulled me away from the door into the centre of the room.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Slutty Bunny?"
"N..No.. Momma V."
You clapped your hands excitedly. "Oh, great! We're gonna play a fun little game then!"
You began circling me. "You see, Athena can be kind of an Athole, but she's better at organisation and planning and showering and... where was I? Oh yeah!"
You stopped behind me and suddenly pushed me. Hard. I fell to my knees with a thump, unable to balance myself with my hands tied behind my back.
"But I'm good at convincing people of things. And baking!" You squatted behind me and started nibbling on my earlobe, giving unsettling groans every few seconds. Then, you pulled back.
"Ever had a finger in your tushy, little cumcake?"
My eyes widened and my muscles tensed. "N..No.. please.."
"Shh, shh, shh.... Don't make me gag you, Fuckkitten. I've got some cute panties I bought off a hooker at a gas station in my purse that would look just precious in your cute little mouth, so don't test me, hm?"
"You're gonna like this. All boys like stuff up the ass. Well, eventually they like it!" you giggled and gave my ass a playful slap. You hand reached around my face. "Now.. suck my fingers.. and no biting!"
There was a pause.
"If you do that.. I'll be pissed. And the last boy who pissed me off has wings and a harp." you growled. I let out a terrified sob and you took the opportunity to slip two fingers in my mouth. Obediently, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on them. You started moaning loudly, before breaking out into giggles again.
"Boy, I have lube in my purse, you don't have to suck my fingers like that you naughty little whore!"
My cheeks burned red and I was wondering if I preferred Athena to you.
You reached into your purse and removed a bottle of lube. I heard the cap snap open as you coated your fingers.
"Now, just relax that delectable dirtbox, hm? 3...2..."
On 2, you slammed a finger inside me. It wasn't exactly big, but the sudden penetration forced a girlish squeal out of me.
"Say... thank you Momma V...." you cooed, starting to thrust your finger.
"Thank you Momma V." I murmured.
"Oh, hole hungry for more?" you teased, before immediately slipping a second finger in. This time, the moan was genuine, and it surprised even me.
You started thrusting your fingers. "Mmm, boys like you are so cute! You're all coy and play hard to get until you get some meat up the ass!"
I was practically drooling at this point. I felt dirty, but it was like you were pressing some button deep inside of me. I felt a nail scrape the tender underside of my cock and I realised I was rock hard. Then, suddenly, you yanked your fingers out and I felt so, so empty.
"Oh, I forgot! We need the code!"
I groaned, embarassed, but desperate for more. You paced around me, two fingers dripping with lube. That's when I noticed the bulge in your skirt.
"Now, I've had a lot of fun, Slutty Bunny. But I'm gonna have to tell my sister that you've been a bad boy.." you pouted. "She's gonna be mad.."
And with that, you strutted out of the room again.
When you returned, your grey blazer had returned, but the skirt and blouse were gone. A black lacy bra covered your tits and a pair of dark stockings went up your legs.. Your 13 inch, pale cock was standing upright, it's purple head contrasting against the pale skin and blue veins. Your lips were pursed.
"I gave you a choice, Boy." you snapped. "Now, you're going to take my cock. In both holes. If you tell me the code, you may suck prior to fucking." You ran the tip of your leather crop up the length of your cock. "If not, then you'll have to get aquainted with the taste of asshole."
My knees trembled from my position in the floor and a knot began twisting in my stomach, somewhere inbetween fear and arousal. I hung my head. There was no way I'd last until morning. All I could hope is that Venus and you let me go..
"It's... 6969"
You walked to the keypad. Four beeps followed by an affirmative buzz.
"Good boy." you curtly said, before walking over to the wall and leaning against it, before taking a cigarette from inside your blazer and lighting it with a silver zippo.
"Now, crawl to me, Boy."
Struggling to crawl with my arms bound, I wobbled across the floor towards you, cheeks crimson and gaze averted. Suddenly, with a violent crack, you struck me across the cheek with your crop and, with a high-pitched whimper, I nearly fell to the floor.
"Look. At. Me." you snarled. "Don't you dare look away. Look me in the eyes and beg to suck my cock."
Slowly, I turned my eyes to you. "P... Please can I suck your.. cock."
You swung your crop dangerously close to my nose. "Do you have no conception of how to treat a goddess? Say 'Madame Noir, I beg you. Please let me worship your magnificent womanhood."
Shame twisted in my stomach and I wanted to look away from you.
"Madame Noir.. I beg you. Please let me worship your.." I stopped for a second.
"Your magnificent womanhood."
You smirked. "I suppose you can if you're desperate. Come get it, then." You gripped your cock by the base, waving it to and fro, inches from my face. I leant in and you jerked it away with a cruel cackle. I had to extend my legs to reach. Your hand caressed my dark hair for a few seconds before balling into a fist.
"First, kiss my balls." I leant in, getting a noseful of your powerful musk as I gave the two globes a timid peck. As I tried to pull away, you forced me back in. "Don't test me, Boy. Sloppy. Passionate."
With a brief sob, I opened my mouth wide and laid a flurry of wet, messy kisses on your balls, provoking appreciative purrs from you. You didn't have to tell me what to do next. Instinct led the way as I kissed my way up your shaft towards the bulging tip. I let out a soft breath before wrapping my lips around the tip of your cock. You let out a pleased groan and immediately forced my mouth down further on you. Clearly, you weren't interested in foreplay. I struggled to bob my head, having trouble taking even the first few inches of you. Soon, a few messy strands of saliva were dribbling down my face and towards the floor. I felt the touch of your shoe toe running up my cock and I suddenly realised I was rock hard.
"I can see why my juvenile sister calls you 'Slutbunny'. I must say, I prefer Whore."
Suddenly, you pushed me back onto my ass and started to fuck my throat, immediately plunging half your cock down my gullet.
"Points for effort, Boy, but I'll be taking over."
You started thrusting roughly into my mouth, filling the room with a horrible song of gags, moans and frenzied grunts my eyes rolled back in your head and your balls began to slap tauntingly against my chin.
"Ah, Fuck".
You thrusted deep, bottoming out burying my nose in your neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. I felt a hot, thick load of something sticky and salty fill my mouth and with a retch I realised you'd just cum in my mouth. Before I could protest, you pulled out and splattered my face with a scattergun of semen.
"Urgh, fuck.." you panted. "Looks like my sister will have to have the honour of breaking your rear in.. Well done, Boy. You'll be an acceptable companion, with some training."
With that, you smeared the sticky tip of your cock across my face and left, entering the bathroom with your briefcase.
Eerily quickly, you exited again. You were Venus again, now, but totally naked bar your red fishnets and heels. Your nipples were pierced with little rings. I shivered as I noticed that your pubes were shaved in a little heart, and tattoos had below your navel reading "Suck it and see..!" How the fuck were you doing this?
"Slutbunny! You look so pretty covered in my sister's spunk! I hear you've been a nasty boy!"
You pranced forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Time for your reward, Sexkitten.." you purred, before walking behind me and kicking me in the back, sending me forward on all fours. You rummaged in your purse and suddenly I heard the rip of a reel of tape. Suddenly, you taped a little cylinder to the tip of my cock and giggled, before spreading my asscheeks and spitting on my already slick hole.
"Bet I can make ya squirt." you cooed, before rubbing the tip of your cock, still slick with spit and cum, against my asshole. "Come on Cumcake, say the words.. 'Pummel my Pooper, Momma V!'"
This time, I didn't blush, or hesitate. "Pummel my Pooper, Momma V.."
I heard a click, and suddenly a powerful vibration started up in my cock. Then, you plunged inside my tight, hot asshole, sealing the deal forever. You kicked a heel off and placed your foot on my face, holding me down on the ground and you began wildly thrusting. Without being asked, I started to kiss and suck your toes.
"Mmm Slutbunny you're such a good boy I'm gonna buy you cute outfits and fuck you every day and if anyone's mean to you I'll fucking gut them." you suddenly snarled, before giving me a fierce slap on the ass and letting out an unhinged giggle. You leant forward. "Momma's gonna take good care of you."
With a feminine cry, I came, but not before you stuck your hand under my cock and caught every drop. Then, you came inside me like a sticky white shotgun blast and let out a feral scream. "FUCK! I FUCKING LOVE YOU YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE YOU'RE GONNA BE MY SLUT...."
You panted.. "Be my slut forever..." You pulled me up and stuck your sticky hand in my face. "Eat up, Slutpuppy. Then you better get ready to go.
You clasped a steel and leather collar around my neck as well as matching anklets and bracelets. Then, you clipped a velvet leash to my collar and led me to your car, a sedan with tinted windows. You held the door open for me and as we pulled away, I put my head in your lap.
I don't know what's in the briefcase, or what the true nature of your split personality is. I feel it's more fun for us to work that out together rather than me hit you with an M. Night Shyamalan butt twist. I've got some ideas, but lets talk it over.
I've got a lot of kinks, anal, oral, cum, bondage, pee and spanking among many others. My limits are scat, animals, anything beyond the mildest CBT.
Message me if you're interested with any ideas you've got!
Submitted October 22, 2019 at 01:28AM by NeglectedKitten https://ift.tt/31CFhGe
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