Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) (9 page)

“No, Blondie. Tempting as it is, I’m going to deny you once
again. There’s more you have to do before you earn that little
treat. Keep it shaved though – I want it like that when I fuck you
properly, which with a bit of luck will be very soon. But right now
I’m going to use your ass, slack as it is. But we’re going to spice
the fuck up with some extra stretching.”

Emily let out a low groan as Her Master raised his right arm
in a tightly clenched fist and stroked up and down it with his left
hand.

“Please, Master, no. I couldn’t take that,” Emily bleated,
though a part of her was intrigued by this fascinating twist to the
evening’s proceedings.

“Don’t be silly, Blondie,” replied the man examining his
fisted arm as if he was genuinely assessing the plausibility. “It’s
not much thicker than his dick. And it’ll be fun... Anyway, I’m
ordering you to do it. I’m going to fist you and I’m going to fuck
you and come inside you. After I’ve taken you with this, there
won’t be much friction for my cock but that doesn’t matter. The
mental buzz will easily bring me off. Now get on your knees again.
I’ll have a quick hump at your sloppy guts before I open you up a
bit wider.”

Where she found the strength from, Emily had no idea, but
somehow she managed to follow the order and scrambled onto the
bench like she’d been before when Her Master had fucked her from
behind.

The man came over and stood astride the bench. “Head down!” he
ordered. “Rest your brow on the bench.”

Emily obeyed, whimpering but excited.

“Fuck, what a mess,” Her Master declared as he prodded the
asshole with his knob. “It looks as slack as a wizard’s sleeve. Try
and tighten up for Christ’s sake, Blondie.”

Emily did her best, and was rewarded with some friction on her
well fucked rectum as Her Master slid in her, sinking slowly till
he bottomed out.

“Wet!” was the verdict the man gave when his cock was fully
encased. “Warm and wet – far too slack, but it’s still quite nice.
Kind of horny knowing there’s another man’s spunk in there.” He
gave a few thrusts, grinding at the end, pulled out again and
slapped Emily hard on her already sore butt before punching back in
as he added, “God did you scream when he fucked you. Good job I’m
not the jealous sort, or you’d be getting thrashed right now
instead of shagged again.”

The man started pumping whilst slapping Emily’s buttocks,
ordering her to keep clenching. Emily tried her best, squeezing
with her muscles, clamping her bowels around the ploughing shaft.
Groaning with pleasure, the man fucked harder, slapping as he rode,
walloping the buttocks, adding to the fun with a string of
obscenities.

“Dirty, dirty, bitch!” he snarled as he fucked.

“Cock loving slut!” he accused as he bucked.

“Cum guzzling whore! Piss drinking pig!” The words were
hammered out as he slammed at Emily’s butt, shunting her along the
bench with the force of each thrust.

“You’re my dirty slave bitch, aren’t you Blondie; and this
spunk drenched ass belongs to me.”

“Yes, Master,” moaned Emily, now fully into the fucking and
thoroughly enjoying the abuse.

“It’s mine to fuck and give to other men. And it’s mine to
fist as well. Say it Blondie! Ask me to put my hand up there and
fuck you with my arm.”

Emily gasped. It was a terrifying notion, yet Her Master’s
cock felt so wonderfully good inside her – the size so comfortable,
she knew she could take more, but could she handle a fist! Amazed
at her behaviour, Emily panted the words out, actually wanting this
to happen.

“Yes, Master. Please! Do it! Fist me! Fist my ass then fuck it
again!”

“Good girl,” Her Master growled then the cock came out leaving
Emily’s guts so empty it hurt.

But not to worry – they were about to be refilled!

“We’ll do this on the floor, Blondie. Best to have you as
stable as possible. Hunker down on your knees and offer it up to
me.”

Emily obeyed. She clambered off the bench and got into
position, kneeling with her thighs resting on her heels. Leaning
partially forward, supported by one hand, she used the other to
pull a buttock aside to offer up her well fucked hole for an even
greater stretch. Looking over her shoulder, Emily watched Her
Master go to his clothing which was hanging from a hook on the
wall. He came back with a tube of lubrication – a mercy that Emily
hadn’t expected.

Kneeling beside Emily, grinning madly, the man forced her legs
further apart. Some lube was squirted onto his hand which was then
liberally smeared over Emily’s asshole and around the surrounding
skin. More was poured out to cover the right hand then a single
finger flicked at the opening, tickling the flesh, entering and
frigging – Emily’s ring was so stretched it offered no
resistance.

Another finger went in.

“No problem there, eh Blondie,” the man laughed as his fingers
explored all around.

He brought them out and held them up for Emily to see. They
were glistening with clear lube and a splattering of white
spunk.

“He’s prepared you beautifully for this - opened you up real
wide. I probably don’t need the lube, there’s so much spunk inside
you. Now relax and enjoy this, Blondie.”

Emily was far from convinced that she would actually enjoy,
but it still gave her a thrill to be here with Her Master, being
abuse, her hungry ass the focus of attention. And Her Master
appeared to be taking plenty of care, not rushing the act and
ramming the fist in – he was easing Emily there, showing a rare
element of consideration.

Three fingers went in her and twisted around. A forth was
added, first grouped together then opened out flat, sliding in and
out, turning around, opening, stretching, making Emily gasp. In
they went up to the knuckles, the thumb left outside to stroke at
the buttocks, like the hand of a clock circling round the full face
of Emily’s ass.

“Oh yeah, Blondie, you’re well up for this,” said the man as
he removed his hand and looked at the violated hole, which was now
so stretched it was incapable of closing itself. The man bent down
to have a closer look.

“Fuck yes!” he exclaimed. “I can see right inside you,
Blondie. Your chute is all pink and smeared with spunk – another
man’s spunk, but I’ll soon be adding mine!”

She leapt on Emily and mounted her again, ramming his cock
into the gaping asshole and fucking her hard for a few minutes;
then just as quickly he aborted the ride and resumed where he’d
left off with a four fingered frigging.

Emily watched over her shoulder, scared yet thrilled, dreading
but wanting this to happen. In and out the four fingers went, Emily
easily accepting, and soon she genuinely wanted more. That’s what
she got when the thumb was added, the digits all bunching, frigging
to the knuckles. Emily momentarily tensed, fearing a violent push
that might hurt and damage. But Her Master refrained, respecting
his property, just gently pushing, before sliding back out to push
yet again.

Time and again the bunched up fingers slid into Emily’s body,
each time going a little deeper, stretching a little wider. The top
knuckles became insistent, forcing on the ring. It stretched a
fraction further, almost impossibly wide. Emily could feel her
sphincter weaken in surrender. The hand slithered back coated in
lube then a moment later it came back with more force, pushing,
pushing – Emily let out a howl.

“Ah! Ah! Arrgh!” she yelled as with a final push the knuckles
slipped passed and entered the bowels, Emily’s violated ring
snapping round the man’s wrist.

“Holy shit!” cried the man as he came to a halt, staring at
Emily who was panting wildly, hyperventilating as she tried to cope
with the shock. The man waited, not wanting to damage his property
in any way.

“That’s it Blondie. Get your breath and try to relax... Fuck
but that feels good though: all that anal flesh engulfing my hand.
It gives me a hell of a buzz to put my fist up a woman’s ass,
especially one as sweet as yours.”

In her torment of agony as she tried to cope, Emily could only
guess as to how the man felt - the sense of total power he must
have at this unnatural violation. She panted and panted as she
watched the man, dreading further entry, dreading a withdrawal and
the knuckles stretching her ring again.

Slowly, slowly, Emily recovered - the man in no rush, allowing
her to get there. The pain from the stretch eventually passed and
the feel of being so unbelievably stuffed took on a pleasurable
tone. A careful turn of the man’s hand had Emily suddenly moaning.
Her chute once again was electrified by the friction she
experienced.

“Yeah, you’re getting there, Blondie,” growled the man,
turning his hand back and forwards. “Now reach behind with your
hand so you can play with my dick. Wank me, Blondie, as I fist your
sorry ass!”

Looking over her shoulder, Emily complied and reached out as
commanded. She grasped the hard shaft, thrilled to hold it and
pleasure Her Master.

Meantime the man, sensing Emily was ripe, started to move his
hand slowly up and down the guts, only an inch to begin with,
twisting a little, feeling all around the rectum, stroking the
silky lining with his fingertips. Then gradually he clench inside
the bowels, widening at the knuckles, stretching even further.
Emily gasped, she panted and she wanked, clutching Her Master’s
cock as if her life depended on it.

Up and down the fist progressed, getting deeper and deeper,
moving faster and faster. Emily was moaning so loud, stunned by the
action, scarcely able to credit she was taking it all, and not only
that, enjoying it so much.

Down to the ring the knuckles returned. The wrist twisted
around then Emily let out a howl as the whole fist was pulled out.
She tossed her head round to stare at Her Master. The man locked
her eyes and silenced any protest. Straightening his fingers, they
were plunged back in. Emily threw her head back; she squashed Her
Master’s cock as again the hand twisted inside her before being
pulled back out her gaping hole.

In and out, the straightened fingers plunged. Emily got hand
fucked, harder and harder. She moved from shock, to acceptance, to
pleasure. After a couple of minutes she was a snarling whore
wanting more, more, MORE!

She was too far gone to register when it happened – when the
fingers curled again inside her and pulled out as a fist. They
punched back in, Emily screaming as she took them. She was a
howling mass of fisted ass as again and again Her Master drove in,
Emily gobbling him up, slurping with her guts.

“OH! OH! OH!!!” cried Emily, as her asshole was repeatedly
fisted.

Punch after punch the man rammed his fist in, through the
gaping ring, into the stretched bowels. Emily was howling, arching
her back, her head tossing frantically around, lashing the air with
a curtain of hair, totally lost in the violent sex. Her body that
had exploded only minutes before was now being washed again by
waves of pleasure. Every thrust inflamed her and took her closer
and closer to another massive climax.

“Oh Master!” Emily yelled as her guts got plundered like never
before. “Oh! Oh! Oh Master! I’m going to come. Please! Please let
me come!”

“Not yet!” snarled the man.

He pulled out again but did not punch back in. Desperately
needful, Emily gazed at her abuser, Her Nemesis Master, as the man
looked in amazement at the gapping puffed out hole – the guts raw
and red, clearly seen. Emily watched as the man pulled the fist
back, looking all the while at his bitch’s face.

A nod of his head giving permission then the fist was rammed
back in making Emily scream out once again. She thrashed her left
arm repeatedly on the piss drenched floor whilst her right squeezed
violently on Her Master’s erection. The pent up orgasm exploded
inside her and rocked Emily Johnson to the very core.

Having fisted his bitch into total submission, the man pulled
out and grabbed Emily’s legs with both her hands and twisted her
onto her back. With Emily’s climax still running, the man rammed
his cock into the vandalised asshole. There was no resistance and
little friction on his dick as he thrust in and out of Emily’s
ravaged ass. Not much was needed; he came within a few minutes: the
thrill of domination taking him home.

As the man shot blast after blast into Emily’s guts, Emily
threw her arms around him, smothering her face in the butch hairy
chest, lapping at the flesh, clutching him close.

“Thank you Master,” Emily bleated as the man continued
fucking, squeezing out every drop of his cum. “Thank you! Thank
you!” Emily repeated until the man came to a stop, his ejaculation
over.

They lay still for a moment, Master and slave in stationary
copulation, feeling wonderfully spent in this foul smelly place.
Emily was in agony, but she felt at peace, holding Her Nemesis with
every part of her body. Let the shame wait, for this was her
moment. She would hold him tight until bid let go. And then and
only then would the recrimination begin during the agonising days
before Her Nemesis Master returned again – returned and this time
demanded!