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The floor was dark concrete and stained with who knew what. The mattress was bare, except for a few stains on it as well. It was disgusting and dark, and she looked totally helpless.
Precum leaked from my tip as I grabbed the bottle of lube I brought with me from my pocket, then turned back to the TV. The girl looked like my little fawn—so pretty and soft, her body ripe and ready to be ravished.
Pressing play, I watched the video fade in. A faceless man with black leather gloves and a plain black t-shirt tied the girls wrists to the iron bedpost. She wiggled around, clearly excited yet nervous to be restrained.
My hand ghosted over my cock as I watched him round the bed, tying her down, then jerking on the ropes to make sure no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get free. Finally, he stood just off camera, and she lifted her head to stare at him.
“Ready?” he asked, and she nodded, a small whimper leaving her.
God, she looked and sounded so much like Winnie. It was almost like I was watching my little fawn in the video instead of this stranger.
He attached a contraption around her waist, and she pressed her head back into the mattress, staring up at the ceiling above her. He slid a bulbous vibrator into the stand and maneuvered it until the head was pressed firmly against her clit.
Reaching out with a gloved hand, he smoothed it over her hair before he flipped it on. Immediately, she moaned. But it wasn’t practiced. It wasn't fake. It was real.
My fist tightened around the base of my cock as I watched him move out of frame. Her head trashed from side to side, her hips rolling and trying to escape the constant vibration. But she had nowhere to go. She was vulnerable and completely at this man’s mercy. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she didn’t have a choice but to take it.
A blush slowly crept over her body, and her back bowed off the bed. Veins in her neck popped, her face turning a dark red shade as she screamed. Her tight pink nipples were like diamonds as she convulsed, her tits trembling on her chest with every jerk of her body.
“Please!” she screamed, kicking her legs, trying to get free. The man said nothing as he moved to her side. He didn’t touch her this time as he reached out and turned the vibration higher on the wand.
Another scream left her as he moved back out of frame. Her knees bent slightly, forcing her legs apart more. Her eyes snapped open, and her mouth fell into a huge O.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please. Please.”
I groaned at the sound of her begging. She twisted and turned, trying to get away from the wand, but it followed her everywhere. Her hips lifted, and her pussy must’ve pressed harder against the wand.
“Fuck!” she cried, her voice raw. “Please, Sir. It’s too much!”
Her body shook, and her eyes rolled back as she came again. She went limp as he flicked the button to turn the wand even higher. Small, pathetic whimpers left her, but she stopped trying to run from it.
What would Winnie do if I did this to her? If I tortured her little pussy with a vibrator until I was satisfied? What would she do if I kept it tied to her all night, forcing her to come over and over until she passed out from the amount of orgasms her poor body had to go through?
The girl’s eyes widened as she watched the man off-screen. Slowly, a massive, thick dildo attached to a pole came into view and slid between her legs. She begged some more, her body trembling as she fought against the restraints. The tip of the dildo pressed against her entrance, and she cried out again, clearly overstimulated.
Grabbing the bottle of lube, I hesitated before popping it open. I didn’t know how badly this was going to hurt. I poured it into my palm and wrapped my hand around my hard cock, the girl’s cries and moans filling the quiet room.
The burning started immediately. I ground my teeth together as I stroked my hand up, squeezing tighter. My hand slipped against the skin, a guttural moan leaving me as the lube covered my tip, the burning shooting through my cock.
“Fuck,” I grunted, the pain almost too much. But instead of wanting to stop, the pain only made my abs tighten and cock thicken. I stroked myself faster, watching the man fuck the girl on screen with the dildo.
Her body stretched around the fake cock, the wand still strapped to her clit vibrating and making her scream. She tossed her head back and forth, incoherent whines and pleas spilling from her lips.
Another man, bigger than the one before, came on screen. He was built like a brick wall and was totally naked, his giant cock standing out before him. She watched with wide eyes as he stood beside the bed and ran his fingers through her hair. Without a word, she opened her mouth, and he slid his cock in, his hand tightening in the strands and angling her head exactly where he wanted it.
The dildo between her legs began moving faster, and her soft thighs shook with each brutal thrust. I flicked my eyes from her pussy to her mouth, unsure of what to look at as I stroked myself. My cock burned with each swipe of my fist, the lube causing it to go red. It felt like a million fire ants were crawling over my skin, burning me to the core. But, for whatever fucked-up reason, it only made my cock harder.
My hips lifted off the couch, my muscles trembling as I tried to hold back. But as she got fucked from both ends, the vibrator still assaulting her clit, I couldn’t help but picture Winnie. I couldn’t help but think about doing that to her, watching another man fuck her mouth as I overstimulated her cunt until she started sobbing.
That’s what I wanted—to watch mascara streak down her cheeks, staining them as he thrusted into her mouth, smearing her dark lipstick around. Her saliva and tears would mix as he fucked into her mouth, forcing his way into her throat. I’d stand above her with a long, skinny cane in hand, smacking her big, soft tits with it and watching as welts immediately began swelling.
The thought of her like that, completely helpless, overstimulated, and being brutally skullfucked made cum shoot from the tip of my cock—a loud moan I was positive they could hear at the front of the store, leaving me. The girl on screen continued screaming, but the sound was muffled.
My cock jerked as each pump of cum flowed out, soaking into my shirt. I should’ve taken it off, but I was in too much of a hurry to come. Wiping my hands and shirt off the best I could, I tucked away my still-burning cock and shut off the TV, making sure I cleaned everything up as the note instructed.
The images I had of Winnie stayed in the forefront of my mind as I made my way outside. Night air hit my face, still slightly warm from the hot day. Sliding into my car, I pulled out of the parking lot, yet, for whatever reason, instead of driving to my apartment, I drove back to Winnie’s house and parked in the trees, hidden from view.
The house was dark and silent, except for the faintest glow coming from a room in the back of the house. Was that her room? What was she doing? Was she reading the book I gave her?
