Fifty Shades of Submission (26 page)

All these thoughts race through my head as the two black women move towards me in the dark
, as silent and stealthy as two shadows. A hand touches my face in the dark and I gasp, flinching.

“
Shhh
,” Osiris whispers urgently. “Don’t be scared, we’re not here to hurt you.”

“We’ve come to pleasure you,” Amun whispers. I feel her strong hands behind my back and I realise that she is unlocking the chastity belt. She clips it open
and removes it completely. A wonderful feeling of elated freedom washes over me.

“Did my mistress send you?”

Osiris laughs softly. “That cold, heartless bitch? Of course not!”

“
Where did you get the key for the chastity belt?”

Amun chuckles
throatily. “We had a spare made before she put it on you.” I felt her hands on my penis, slowly massaging the life back into it.

“Why let all this
good cock go to waste,” Amun laughs softly. “You got the biggest cock I ever seen on a man, boy. We’ve got the pussy, so let’s have ourselves some straight fun for a change – the three of us. Osiris is a bit shy of cock, but she’ll get used to it, won’t you, hon?”

Osiris said nothing.

“But what about my mistress?” I say hesitantly. At the same time I can feel my freed cock swelling under Amun’s expert hands. “Lie back,” she says, pushing me firmly down onto the straw. Then she guides my penis into her mouth and I gasp at the familiar and sweet sexual sensation I had been denied for so long.

“Fuck that crazy bitch,” Osiris snarls coldly.
“She can use her vibrator to pleasure herself tonight! I’m tired of fucking her.”

Her last words squeeze
my heart like a vice and turn into cold hard anger inside me. Anger at the woman upstairs who had betrayed me over and over.

“Forget her,” Amun says soothingly. “Let’s the three of us have ourselves some fun for a change. I can see you’re ready and raring to go.” She laughed.

They take turns at being fucked. Weeks of pent-up, frustrated desire and rage surges up in me like a massive tidal wave. I fuck Amun first. I fuck her both front and back and she moans with pleasure and writhes sweatily under me. I love the feel of her big buttocks and powerful body with its large breasts and muscular thighs. I fuck her until she is mewling with pleasure and finally satiated, and then I turn my attention to Osiris.

“Take it easy with her,” Amun pants, still trying to catch her breath. “She’s a lesbian. She don’t much like men sticking themselves into her.”

Osiris is clearly reluctant but I force myself between her legs and penetrate her vagina with an anger and an energy and a raging desire for sexual gratification. I am tired of sex games and dildos – I will show her what it’s like to be fucked by a real man’s cock. She gasps with shock and pain but I ignore her and penetrate her with my angry pulsating rod, pushing deep and hard and savagely into her until she cries out and begins to whimper with pain. I clamp my hand over her mouth and she begins to scream against my hand and struggle under me, trying to escape my relentless cock. Amun helps me and holds her down by the shoulders while I hold her hips in place with an iron vice-like grip so that she has no choice but to receive me and endure the violent sexual revenge that I plan to unleash on her.

“
This is what a real cock feels like
,” I snarl in her ear. “Feel
that
? That’s all man inside you, bitch!”

She is whimpering and crying but I am
insatiable in my lust and brutality and physical strength. I rape her violently while Amun holds her down.

Finally, in the
early hours just before dawn, I am spent.  There is blood on my cock and I know I have torn her tight vagina but I don’t care. Osiris had gasped violently when I penetrated her for the first time and it only dawns on me now that she’s never been fucked in the vagina by a man before. I am the first man to fuck her. The thought excites me immeasurably and I reach for her narrow, boyish hips once more.

She tries
to wriggle away. “No! Get off me!”

But I
roll her over onto her stomach with ease and pull her hard up against my hips and penetrate her vagina from behind. She gasps and tries to crawl away as I thrust myself deeper inside her, splitting her in two.

In the
gloom, Amun chuckles. “The man’s a fucking bull,” she mutters. “Relax, girl, or it’ll only hurt worse.”

Osiris tri
es to squirm away from me and I grab her thighs forcefully and wrench her buttocks up hard against my groin, forcing my cock all the way inside her. She begins to keen softly with pain but I carry on relentlessly.

“
Pleasure and pain
,” I whisper harshly in her ear. “
Sex and pain
– you can’t have one without the other.” I thrust faster and harder and deeper, riding her boyish lesbian buttocks, mounting her and fucking her like a raging bull. Thrusting and pushing and forcing her narrow girlish cunt to accept my oversized rod.

Images of her thrusting her ugly big dildo into Saskia
cunt fills my mind suddenly.

“
I am going to fuck you until you scream for merc
y!”
I snarl.

She begins to
whimper and sob beneath me and I clamp my hand viciously over her mouth, almost suffocating her. I want her to feel the pain of my cock forcing her vagina wide open, ripping it to receive me. She is helpless against my savage rage.  I crush her thin body brutally into the straw beneath me, pinning her down with all my force, and suddenly I feel a searing pain up my ass as Amun comes up behind me wearing her strap-on dildo and shoves her latex cock up my ass and begins to fuck me from behind. Our three bodies heave and sweat in unison, carried along an insane tide of agonized ecstasy and pain and sexual lust.

I come so hard and so long and with such viole
nce that I think I am dying. Eventually the last shudder leaves my body drained and trembling and my chest heaving.

I collapse onto my back, panting and
shaking uncontrollably. Osiris is groaning and hugging herself, in pain from my assault.

I take a few minutes to regain my strength and then
I grab her hair and force her mouth over my semi-flaccid cock.

“
Suck it!”
I snarl. “From now on your will learn to be subservient to the real cock of a man!”  I can feel her tears on my groin as she kneels dutifully between my legs and sucks me off, my penis ring rattling against her teeth. My cock responds and soon stands up as rigid and deadly as a striking cobra once more and I hold her head in place and force my cock deep down her throat and finally I come, squirting semen into her mouth.

I lie there semi-comatose and drained, with not an ounce of sexual strength left in my body.

“That’s the best night’s sex I’ve had in a long time,“ Amun says. “Time to put the big boy away.” And before I can stop her, she has clamped the steel chastity belt around my waist once more and it locks shut.

I groan, imprisoned once more, but I’m too weak to protest.

Amun laughs. “I think you’ve had enough fun to last you a while. You have one insatiable sexual appetite. No wonder that crazy bitch keeps it locked away. She’s probably scared you’ll fuck her to death with it!” She chuckles. “I think you just about fucked Osiris to death. You like the idea of raping women, don’t you? You like it when they fight and they don’t want it but you give it to them anyway.”

I shrugged in the dark. “I love to fuck women, period. I’ll take it any way
I can. I’ve been fucking women since I was ten years old.”

Amun seemed surprised. “Who’d you fuck – your nanny?”

“My mother.”

Amun’s eyes widen
in the gloom. “Your own
mama
?”

“My step
mother. She forced me to fuck her behind my father’s back.”

“You were able to
get it up at that young age?”

“She made me use all sorts of object
s to pleasure her.”

Amun laughed. “S
ounds like one kinky bitch. So, what happened to her?”

I stare
into the dark for a while. “She died after getting an abortion. She was pregnant with my child.”

“How old were you?”

“Fifteen.”

My father’s face was as white as a sheet as he sat behind his desk in the study. “Your stepmother is dead,” he said finally, still in shock.

I nodded. I had heard the commotion in the early hours of the morning and had caught snippets of conversation from the servants gossiping in hushed tones in the hallway.

My father stared at me for a long time. “Did you know that your stepmother was ill and that she was taken to hospital?” he said at last through gritted teeth.

I nodded. She had taken ill a few days earlier. On the day that she became ill she had been in town for most of the day and when she had come home she had been as white as a ghost and visibly shaken. She had gone immediately to her room and later that night I saw the maid changing her sheets – they had been covered in blood. The next day, in the dead of night, an ambulance had arrived to take her to hospital and my father was recalled from an overseas business trip and told to come home immediately. His wife was critically ill.

“Do you know why your stepmother died?” my father said grimly.

I shook my head. I didn’t really care. All I knew was that I was free of that evil bitch’s clutches at last. I felt so relieved and elated that I could hardly contain myself. It was going to be hard hiding my true feelings in the days to come.

“Your mother was pregnant,” my father said softly, staring coldly at me. “She lost the baby.”

“Baby?” I repeated dumbly.

“Your mother had a backstreet abortion three days ago. She was butchered and lost too much blood. They couldn’t save her. Well?”

He seemed to want me to say something but I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. He hardly ever spoke to me. I felt uncomfortable in his presence. I was fifteen years old and I did not know or understanding my father at all. He was always away. Always taking care of business. In all the years since my mother had died, we had hardly spoken to each other. We were little more than related strangers. And now he seemed to want my opinion on something that had to do with his wife - the woman I both feared and hated. I didn’t know what he wanted from me.

My father stood up from behind his desk, his face pale and his lips pulled into a thin grimace. “Before your mother died she told me the child was yours,” he said stonily.

I stared back at him. My palms were suddenly sweaty and my mouth was dry. She was pregnant with my baby? Yes, it was certainly possible. We had fucked every single night and although I tried to be careful, there were times when I lost control and ejaculated my semen inside her. But who was to say it was my baby and not my father’s?

“She told me you made her pregnant,” my father continued. “I know it’s true because after you were born I had a vasectomy. I can no longer father a child. She told me that while I was away you came into her room and raped her. She said that over the past number of months you raped her repeatedly.”

“She’s lying! She made me do it! She’s been making me have sex with her since I was ten years old!”

“Silence!” my father shouted, and punched me viciously in the face. I staggered back against the bookcase.

“How dare you tell lies when your mother lies dead because of the seed you put inside her body!”
His face was ashen. For a moment I thought he was going to strike me. “I spoke to her maid – she confirmed your mother’s story.”

“She’s NOT my mother!” I shouted at him. “She was never a mother to me!”

My words seem to enrage him further and he laid into me with his fists. He poured all his rage and grief into the violence of his attack. For a moment I thought he was going to beat me to death but he seemed to pull himself back from the brink of insanity and stood back from me, breathing heavily, crouching, his hands still balled into fists.

“I want you out of my house tonight! Be ready within an hour. I have made all the arrangements. I have sent for a car to take you to a boarding school far away from here. You will stay there until you finish school. You will not come back here – ever. Not for the holidays, not for birthdays, not for Christmas – not for any reason whatsoever. Am I making myself clear?”
My father glared at me with undisguised hatred and disgust.

I nodded. My nose was bleeding and I wiped the blood off my face with the back of my trembling hand.

“When you finish school I will pay for you to get a university education. I will see to it that you receive a monthly allowance until you get a degree. After that, you’re on your own. As far as I’m concerned you are no longer my son. I never want to see you again. You are never to contact me ever from this day onwards. No phone calls, no letters – nothing. Do you understand?”

I nodded, too overcome to speak. My lips trembled and my tears ran down my face.