The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning (5 page)

Drew was no stranger to anal sex and I had
the pleasure of spanking and plundering her ass on numerous
occasions. She groaned softly though as I touched the hard intruder
to her tight asshole then slowly pressed. She resisted ever so
gently and I smacked her asscheek hard then pressed again.

Granted, the black rubber cock shaped dildo
was a bit larger than my cock at its widest, but she was going to
have to get used to it since I intended to plunder that ass on a
very regular basis. Finally, as I enjoyed her discomfort, the
intruder slipped with a muffled pop into place. Standing her up, I
turned her around then reached between her legs and pulled the
strap leading from the back of the jacket through her legs, up
against her cunt and buckled it so that it pressed both intruders
deep into my wife.

I now removed the gag and fitted my Drew with
a neck corset. It has to be the most beautiful way to silence a
woman if you don’t use any type of gag. The thick collar portion
laces up the back of the neck like a corset and, once laced, forms
a molded cup holding her chin. The material continues up past her
mouth and ends above her nose. An opening at the nose ensures she
can easily breathe, while the zippered opening across the mouth
allows for some interesting pleasures there as well. But, as it’s
laced tightly, the corset boning in the collar also creates an
unrelenting mask that allows unrestricted breathing through the
nose but prevents any type of sound or movement with the mouth when
it’s zipped closed. Soon, Drew stood before me, straight-jacketed
and tightly corseted from the base of her neck to just under the
blindfold in black leather. I patted her cheek, then grabbed each
nipple through the thin leather with a finger-thumb hold and
squeezed as I lifted them up.

Keeping her nipple in a tight squeeze and
held up so that she had to stand a bit on tiptoes, I backed her up
then pushed her onto the bed on her back. She tried to anticipate
my position as I roughly shifted her the way I wanted her. This
hotel used a frame bed and I took full advantage of it, using
leather straps around her chest below the breasts and around her
abdomen to lash her down to the bed. Spreading her legs, I strapped
her ankles in thick leather cuffs and lashed them as wide as I
could physically spread them, then repeated the process with a pair
of thick cuffs around her thighs. It was almost a pure “splits”
position for her legs and I liked the visual.

Placing an extra pillow under her head, I
pushed her forehead to force her head down, then I ran a length of
black rope through the ring on the front of the corset neck collar
and tied it to the upper corners of the bed to ensure she couldn’t
jerk her head up or forward. Admiring my handiwork, I slid my hand
gently along the fabric of her gag down to her full breasts
straining against the calf-skin leather of the strait-jacket. I
paused for several moments as I stroked the nipples through the
leather then slowly began to unzip the jacket over her right
breast. Soon, her breast spilled out of its confines and lay
mounded on the warm leather. I repeated the process for the left
breast and soon both lay unrestrained before me, nipples erect and
taut.

I stepped back and, taking the tit whip,
administered twenty very crisp strokes to each tit. My wife
strained and struggled, muffled moans and squeals accompanying each
strike. But the leather straps and my rope work held and the neck
corset allowed only the slightest of sounds.

Finishing the twentieth stroke, I harshly
groped her sex along the strap holding the two intruding dildos in
her. I spanked it with my bare palm, watching her jerk, then
stroked and pinched the folds on either side of the strap. Picking
up the crop, I struck her cunt lips with strokes that alternated
between gentle light taps and harsh swats, varying the style,
number of the same type of stroke in a row and the intensity of the
strokes themselves without any pattern. She responded well to the
light and medium taps and swats and I enjoyed watching her body
jerk with the intensity of the harsh croppings.

I proceeded to crop each breast on the
underside flesh ten times, then took my time sucking, biting and
manhandling each full globe. Drew actually came while I was sucking
her right nipple deep and manhandling the left and I rewarded her
unauthorized orgasm with five very harsh croppings of the nipple on
each breast, then used my palm to palm-slap her breasts a number of
times. I looked at her firm breasts after I finished and saw no
marks, yet knew they would show bruises in the morning. I gently
stroked her pussy lips, feeling the heat of the blood rushing to
the punished flesh.

I was enjoying the total dominance I held
over her.

As I lifted my fingers slightly from her
tender flesh, my wife moaned, arching her hip to find my touch.

The bitch was turned on. I repeated the
stroke and her body arched as much as it could against the straps
holding it down. I loosened the straps slightly, then touched her
again and pulled off. She arched again, moaning.

She liked this.

The bitch liked this.

I lightly cropped her sex and then gently ran
the pad of the crop along her pussy lips, lifting it ever so
slightly. She moaned and arched, stretching herself upward as much
as her bindings would allow.

She wanted control – she would get
control.

And I was going to show her just how much
control I had over her.

I tightened the straps holding her down, then
undid the strap on the jacket holding the dildos in her ass and
pussy. I pulled the monster from her cunt, letting it slip out
easily, covered in her juice. I removed my clothes.

I wanted to fuck her.

And I was going to.

Hard.

Without mercy or remorse. I wanted this bitch
and I intended to use her as my personal fuck toy.

I mounted her and slid my hard cock into her
very wet and very used pussy.

No cuddling, no gentleness.

Working my shaft in and out of her wet sex, I
began a slow rhythm, plunging my cock deep into Drew then slowly
pulling out, allowing her juices to flow, before plunging in as
deep as I could push my cock. She struggled to buck and grind,
moaning and lost in the pleasure. I was not gentle and began to
vigorously fuck her while I roughly massaged her breasts and bit
her nipples, sucking them mercilessly.

She moaned again and I slapped her hard
enough to get her attention. She arched her back as I bit her
nipple, thrusting my cock against her wet pussy and sucking the
other breast harshly. Her moans were intense, even through the
corset surrounding her neck and lower face and she arched into my
attentions every little bit her bonds allowed. I slapped her
covered cheek twice. It only spurred her on – her struggles to meet
the thrusting of my cock even more pronounced as the straps held
her tightly in place.

I struggled to maintain myself, but found I
was losing control. She was wet, warm and completely in lust.
Whatever inhibitions my wife held about what this man she thought
she was with wanted were gone. She was nothing more than a
sex-craved bitch in heat – wanting to be dominated and have a cock
to fuck her at any price.

Pain was nothing more than an aphrodisiac to
her.

Finally giving in, I slapped her hard twice,
rammed my cock as hard in her as I could, then came deep in her,
spilling my load in her very sloppy cunt. It was the most
gratifying orgasm I had felt in quite some time and, as I pulled
from my wife’s full puss, I continued to come onto the tightly
cropped patch of her muff.

I smiled as I pushed the dildo back into her
used pussy and buckled the jacket strap even tighter, leaving her
skin, cunt fur and pussy covered in my seed.

Unzipping the material covering her mouth
just enough to slide a straw through, I allowed her to drink her
fill of energy drink, then zipped it up and left her. It was noon
and I had things to do.

It was late in the afternoon when I
re-visited my wife.

I could tell she was sleeping, the gentle
rise and fall of her breasts telling me she was in a deep slumber.
I realized she had worn the blindfold for almost twenty four hours
and had not showered nor had anything to eat but energy drinks and
my cum for the same period. By the time an additional twenty fours
passed, my wife would be learning how to serve me in our home.

I sat for a bit next to her and watched her
breasts gently rise and fall as I considered how to ensure she
wasn’t aware who I was until I deemed the time right to show
her.

Finally, I rose and cropped her pussy lips
firmly. She woke with a start and struggled mightily against her
bindings, but settled down quickly. For a few minutes, she shifted
and arched, testing the straps and the strait-jacket she remained
encased in. Realizing her situation was unchanged, she relaxed and
shifted her head, trying to gain some sort of sensory clue about
what was going on.

The sensory deprivation was beginning to
affect her. Any perceived noise caused her to stop and turn her
head, straining to hear something. She had no idea of her
surroundings and probably was allowing her imagination to run wild
with possibilities.

I cropped her pussy again. She jerked.

I touched the pad of the crop to her exposed
pussy lips on one side of the strap and she tensed. Allowing it to
slowly move up her body to her exposed breasts, I rested the pad of
the crop on one breast then the other. She was tense, waiting. I
didn’t disappoint.

I cropped the right, then left breast swiftly
and with a bit of a snap to the wrist. Her squeal through the neck
corset was very audible.

I touched the pad again to her breast. She
tensed. I stepped back, deciding she needed something a bit more
filling than energy drink.

Smiling, I retrieved a plastic funnel and
black duct tape from the toy box I had assembled and returned to my
wife. Unzipping the zipper covering her mouth just slightly, I
slowly forced the funnel into her mouth, then taped it firmly in
place. It had a fairly wide opening so whatever I poured into it
would not get hung up before it dripped into her waiting mouth.

I unzipped my pants and began to stroke
myself, thinking of how much I would enjoy pouring my spunk into
the funnel and watching her suck it down. My cock quickly hardened
as I gazed at her bound form, her nipples taut in the coolness of
the air and her chest slowly rising and falling as she waited for
whatever I had in store for her. I stroked my meat, pausing when I
felt the urge rising and forcing it back just a bit. I imagined her
tightly bound with a ring gag as I shoved my cock into her waiting
mouth without compassion. My cock was enormous and though I had
fucked her earlier, I could feel the jism rising. I wanted to feel
her throat grip my cock as it pushed past the back of her mouth,
struggling to swallow it deeper into her. The picture in my mind
was beautiful and I came.

Great gobs of cum shot and slid out of my
cock into the funnel, some sliding quickly down into the tube
leading into her mouth while other globs made their way into the
tunnel a bit slower. I kept coming, streams of my hot cum flowing
into the funnel and into her mouth. She swallowed, her throat
working as the cum dropped into her mouth and against the back of
her throat. And the sight of her struggling to swallow all I
offered made me cum more. I had never cum so much.

It felt damn good.

I repeated it twice in the next three hours.
Not nearly as much each time after, but more than enough to make
her struggle to swallow it. And the best part was that it continued
to drip in her mouth long after I finished. The last time I came, I
allowed myself to also empty my bladder for a short while before
clamping off the flow. She squealed as the warm piss flowed into
her throat but swallowed it nonetheless.

After an hour past my last orgasm and making
sure my wife had sucked down all the funnel would offer, I removed
it, offered her a long deep drink of energy juice and put the
funnel back in place. I knew she would be hungry, but I decided to
make her wait a bit longer. To ease her hunger, I came once more
into the funnel, long thick globs of cum sliding down the chute and
into her waiting mouth. As before, Drew swallowed all that was
offered.

I decided I wanted a good night sleep, so I
buckled each strap holding her in place one notch tighter, removed
the funnel and zipped her mouth opening shut, then made sure she
was safe, turned out the lights and left her. I enjoyed a fantastic
dinner, went to see a movie and returned back to the room at around
midnight. Checking on her, I watched her chest slowly rise and fall
in the soft lamp light. Her nipples were soft but still pert,
begging for attention.

I admit I gave serious thought to relieving
myself once again in her well-used pussy. Curious, I checked her
cunt and found my cock juice had flowed from it onto the bed
sheets. Her pussy was still quite wet though and I couldn’t help
myself so I very lightly stroked the lips. She moaned and I started
to prepare myself to fuck her again, but decided I would have more
than enough opportunities in the future to have her any way I
chose. I turned off the lamp and left her to the rest of the night,
bound tight and in absolute darkness while I stretched out on the
couch.

Besides, I had a very busy day ahead of me
tomorrow and needed time to prepare.

CHAPTER THREE

I woke to the early rays of sunrise flowing
into my window. I felt a contentment I had not felt in a very long
time. Springing out of bed, I ordered a full Sunday morning
breakfast through room service and then took a quick shower.

The breakfast arrived just as I finished
checking on my wife. Shutting the door to the room behind me, I
stepped out to greet the room service. I motioned for the young man
to leave the cart, signed the ticket, gave him a nice tip and
waited until he left before re-entering the room and locking the
door.