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Chapter 15

Jodie

Okay. That wrestle had not been wise. It had knocked the stuffing out of me and made me notice all the wonderful muscles Klaus used in judo fights. The thrill I got from being beaten down had come back and possessed my body again. I detested the idea of anal in principle. It just seemed dirty. But when I’d come, inside me there’d been new sensations. Foreign, yet interesting. I closed my eyes and felt those again. My pussy squeezed in.

I still hated him making me. I tried to stamp my feet but stopped when the chair wobbled. Fuck it. Then I tried to work my hands loose anyway, and was grunting and tugging when…

“Still here?” The close warmth of his voice from a foot behind shocked me into stillness. “Move one more finger and I’ll get the monster plug. Now, this is the same as my finger and it’s lubricated, so you can take it.”

I swore softly with every curse word I knew as he touched the center of my other hole with the tip of the plug and began to wriggle it in. Klaus laughed and said he’d have to give me amnesty for those words but that it was worth it. I barely understood. I was busy, hurting. Not in a good way.

I tensed my thighs until he whacked me and said to be silent and to push out. Yeah, knew that trick from all my stories. So, still muttering bastard you bastard in my head, I pushed outward down there and felt the thing slowly advance inside me. Keening deep in my throat, I labored through the burn until the plug slipped all the way in with a last painful jolt.

“Done. And by the way, it’s actually a bit bigger than my finger.”

Bastard!

Then he did what he had as he’d spanked me – alternated playing with my clit and my pussy in between cropping me. My butt was way up in the air, and I was staring down at the chair wondering why this position got me so turned on, and why him hitting me did it too.

The intensity of the hits built, pattering then whacking in sharp bites across all of my ass, down my thighs. The pain became one huge pulse in time with my heartbeats and a faraway blurred me whimpered and whined with every blow.

He slid his big fingers along my slit, up and down, back there where I could do nothing. I braced with my palms on the chair seat and arched my spine. One of his fingers circled in the wetness around my clit then pinched soft and steady, over and over. The pleasure throbbed higher, deeper, even spreading from where that plug was seated inside me. He reached and found my breast, smoothed the flat of his hand over the curve then tugged at my jutting nipples.

The feelings merged, rippled into waves of heat.

I bowed my head and concentrated on what he was doing to my body, between my legs. Tugging, pressing, arousing me. My toes pushed and pushed on the floor. I couldn’t stop myself. Every part of me tensed and I choked out little gasps.

“Come on, girl. You can do it. Come. I’ve got you here as long as I want to keep you here. You’re not getting away. When I’m done you are going to be fucking used up. You’re already not an anal virgin. That plug is firmly stuck in your innocent asshole.”

The shock of his words shuddered into me. Another series of finger pumps squeezed on my clit.

I strained at the wrist cuffs, the ankle cuffs.

“Come.”

I groaned and arched more with each coaxing, cunning probe of his fingers. He covered me. His body thrust on mine, and some part of him back there, his cock perhaps, pressed and pressed on the butt plug.

“One day soon,” he whispered. “It’s going to be my dick in there. In your ass. And I’ll make damn sure you won’t be in a position to stop me.”

The idea of that…

Oh fuck. I came. I cried out in rhythmic grunts as the pleasure swept me again, roaring into every muscle, filling me. He’d done this to me, possessed me. And he kept pressing on my clit though I was dying to stop climaxing.

“Oh God. Oh God. No. Stop, stop.”

At last he did and I collapsed as far as I could onto the chair.

“My turn.”

When he rammed up into me I was sure I felt the shock wave from the push of his cock most of the way up my body. I rocked forward in the thrusts, the chair creaked, and I groaned again. That plug was still in my anus and I couldn’t stop feeling how good that was. Both holes, crammed tight. There was something supremely bad and dirty about this. My mind flashed to one of my fantasies – two men one taking me, one in my mouth, the other where Klaus was now. I held that thought as he rocked back and forth inside me.

Being penetrated from behind had always been the ultimate for me. Only now there was more, I was his fucktoy. His dirty, bad, fucktoy. So I went with the ride. I didn’t hold back from showing how well he pleasured me. And I damn near came again when he did.

We lay on the floor after, spooning, our sweat mingling. I could barely open my eyes to check when Baxter came purring in the catflap and marched over.

“Here’s my second pussy,” Klaus said in my ear.

I chuckled, moving his arms as I laughed, those big hard-muscled arms that held me and that had made me do things I’d never have agreed to if asked. I shut my eyes and nuzzled the skin on his forearm, nibbled on him a little, while he brushed aside my sweaty hair and kissed me below the collar.

A thought wormed its way into my mind. Right then, I was where I wanted to be, but it had to end. It had to end someday. This couldn’t last.

Above us the camera light blinked from where he’d installed yet another camera. Not that we could use most…hardly any…of the footage. Unless we made a porno flick. I’d be doing a ton of editing.

If I was normal, my more sensible self added, I’d have fled by now. I’d have found a time when he didn’t have me tied up and I’d have gone. What if the next thing he wanted me to do was dangerous or just too much? There was no allowance for saying no in any of what Klaus did. I might lose a finger, a limb, or my mind.

I liked living on the edge of danger, though. It was why the stage attracted me. How boring was life if you only went with the safe? I pondered all this as I lay there with Klaus leaning across me and patting Baxter. Now that cat was worse than me. He’d purr for anyone who fed him.

Me, I shut my eyes and smiled…right now, it was only Klaus who made me purr.

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