Sara shifted uneasily, the plug shifting inside her again and making her whimper around Rick’s cock in her mouth. He was soft now, and it was easy to suck him gently, swallowing all of him without choking as his hand rested heavily on her head- a poignant reminder that this was not her choice, that she was being blackmailed, forced to obey him. The indignation had worn off, though, lost in the flood of arousal that kept swamping her. Rick sat relaxed under her ministrations, toying with his phone and she wondered anxiously if he was taking more pictures. Certainly there was no innocent reason for the ones he already had- face wanton as she choked on his thick cock, lips pressed nearly to his belly. Her pussy ached with emptiness, and she shifted her hips in a vain attempt to ease the arousal that was already returning to a fever pitch despite her earlier explosive orgasm.
Rick apparently noticed this, chuckling a little. “Poor, needy cunt.” Sara squeaked at the epithet, stomach doing a little flip-flop of arousal. “Shall I fill your cunt now, or later, my pet?” Sara stayed silent, still gently sucking his now half-hard cock, the question not seeming to have been aimed at her. Evidently it had been, however, because his fingers hooked in her collar and dragged her backward, squeaking in alarm, his generous lips drawn into a sneer. “You really can’t follow instructions worth a damn, can you, bitch?” He shook her by the collar and Sara whimpered in fear. “You were told to answer me when I speak to you. Are you incapable of following simple instructions? Because if you are, then I can make this much, much simpler… and much harder… for you.” He dropped her abruptly, and Sara fell into a huddle at his feet.
“I- I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t think you expected an answer be- because my- my mouth was full,” she stammered, genuinely scared. She had already underestimated him once, she had no idea now what he would or wouldn’t do if he were truly angry at her. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she repeated. Please…” Inspiration struck briefly, “Please fill my cunt as it pleases you, Sir?” She glanced up at him nervously, gauging his reaction.
Rick’s snarl relaxed fractionally. “Better, whore. You’ve got a long way to go, but…. Better.” Sara nearly collapsed in relief. “Not good enough, though.” She froze as he reached toward the small table beside him and lifted up the thick phallic gag she’d seen earlier. “Since you can’t seem to use your mouth properly, we’ll just take away the option, shall we?” Sara whimpered but remembered just in time to answer.
“A- as- as you wish, Sir,” she whispered, trembling.
He grabbed her collar, dragging her up to her knees in front of him and snapping on the leash. He then buckled the thick gag into her mouth, stretching her jaw just enough for discomfort and filling her mouth completely before turning her to face away from him and fastening her wrists to a ring at the back of her collar. Standing, he pulled her up by the leash and pulled her to the hotel’s cheap bed. Stumbling a little at the difficulty in keeping her balance with her wrists fastened behind her head, she followed him to the bed, where he shoved her down onto her face. Squeaking in instinctive alarm, she flinched as he dragged her hips up, forcing her ass into the air even as her face stayed pressed into the comforter. A light slap to her ass was sufficient command to stay still, rocking the plug inside of her again and sending waves of sensation through her entire pelvis, as he walked around the bed, reaching under her to pull the leash to the opposite side of the bed and securing it to the bedframe. Curious, she tried to lift her head, and found the leash tight enough that she couldn’t pull backwards at all. He returned to the bag and rummaged again before returning with two more leashes, one being fastened to each ankle cuff and looped to the opposite feet of the bedframe. She lay there helplessly, kneeling facedown on the cheap hotel comforter with her hands behind her head and her ass spread open in the air, the little plug winking in the light. She shivered, wondering what was in store now. Sara closed her eyes and laid her head on the surprisingly soft hotel comforter, shivering in a potent combination of fear and arousal. This entire encounter was like something from one of her masturbatory fantasies, and underneath the indignation of being forced into it, she was hungry for more. She realized suddenly that she didn’t hear Rick moving anymore and opened her eyes, trying to see where he was… he stood near her hip, just watching her absently, his eyes assessing. She shuddered a little, wondering what he was thinking but unable to ask around the thick silicone plugging her mouth. After a moment, she heard him move again, more rummaging in the bag before a soft sleep mask was fastened around her face, blocking most of the light except for a little sliver at the bottom of her nose where they never quite covered. She was shaking in earnest now, that last bit of control, of being able to see and anticipate and prepare for his next movements, had been stripped from her and she found herself whimpering behind the gag in real fear.
Rick’s hand landed on her back, a warm weight, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he began stroking circles across her bare skin. “Hush, pet, you’re going to be fine. I’m going to turn you into the perfect little fucktoy, and you’re going to love every minute of it. And when you’re broken down to the basest elements of your lovely, slutty nature, I’m going to rebuild you into the magnificent whore you were always meant to be.” The terrifying promise of his words, coupled with the tenderness of his hands on her skin, left Sara shuddering in terror but simultaneously wishing she could lean into him. He patted her ass lightly before moving around behind her, and she cringed at his next words. “Now, since the first thing you’ll have to learn is obedience, I’m going to leave that pretty little ass sore to ensure you remember your place next time.” Before she could even brace, his hand descended again on her ass, harder this time, and the sharp slap made her yelp behind the gag as it rocked her hips forward, jogging the plug again and leaving a sharp pain across her asscheek. Another spank, another yelp, and soon he was spanking her full-force, sharp, loud slaps to both cheeks of her ass as she writhed and whimpered and begged wordlessly behind the thick gag for him to stop. She was terrified that he would leave her ass bruised, and she wouldn’t be able to explain it, but even more afraid that the constant rocking of the plug inside her would make her cum even in the midst of the rising pain of the spanking.
Finally, with one last hard crack of his hand to the tender spot where her buttocks met her thighs that left her choking on the gag, he stopped. Then his hand was in her hair, lifting her head up and stripping the blindfold from her eyes, forcing her to meet his. “That is the smallest taste of what I will do to you if you disobey me again. There are a thousand ways to punish you without leaving marks, and that spanking is the kindest. Do you understand?” Sara nodded as best she could, desperate to please him, her ass on fire. She had had lovers playfully smack her ass during sex before, and even had a sexual spanking or two, but this was nothing like that, and she would do almost anything to avoid another one. “Good girl,” his free hand caressed her cheek gently, and she pressed her face into it as much as the leash and hand in her hair allowed, aching for some way to show her gratitude for his approval and gentleness. Her eyes widened and she cringed as the blindfold was drawn back over her eyes, and he patted her ass.
“Don’t worry, pet, we’re not nearly done yet.” Her moan behind the gag only made him chuckle.
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