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Ruthie's Defilement
By Sybian

She had chosen well, he noted, watching her enter the room. Taupe thigh high
stockings, her creamy flesh just bulging above the tight elastic. She teetered
on the 6-inch stiletto-heeled black patent "fuck-me" shoes she had bought for
this occasion, keeping them hidden from her unknowing husband for weeks,
waiting for this night. Ruth was tightly corseted in a black satin "merry
widow" corset she had found at the mall, it's tight lacing giving her a 20 inch
waist, causing to accentuate her flaring hips and extraordinary ass. But though
dressed like a whore, Ruth still had the air of a virgin about her, Steven
mused to himself as he watched her, a virgin, for she truly was this night, and
she was about to cross the rubicon into a darker place where he sometimes
preferred to play. Play. He was hoping she understood the game of it, the fun,
and would not be frightened. He thought he had gained her trust by now and that
she was ready to go deeper into the soft night with him.

Her dark eyes suddenly grew wide at the sight of him, looming out of the
darkness as she adjusted to the half-light. He stood in the middle of the room
clad in gleaming black leather riding boots and black leather gloves, the
plates of his chest muscles shining in the flickering candlelight, the sinews
now glimmering with the almond oil that covered him. Her eyes were driven to
stare at his shaved groin, for now he wore some manner of leather harness
there, a leather ring around the base of his still erect penis, which fit under
his unusually large testicles, forcing them out in a very lewd manner. 

She walked towards him, the heels of the high heels clicking on the polished
wood floor. She smiled nervously and began to speak, "Oh, Steven, darling,
I...." The words hung in the air, cut off, as his gloved hand shot forward and
grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks together, bringing her face to his as he
hissed; "As we force this special night towards morning sweet Ruth, you will
now refer to me as Master, do you understand me, bitch?" She trembled with fear
as her cunt juice once again began to leak down her legs.

"Master, I hope this humble bitch is worthy of your attention, your wish is my
command...." She was so smart his Ruth, such a quick learner, a perfect
initiate into his world! He had taken a chance in this game, afraid that she
would misconstrue his intent, call a halt to the playing, but his heart was
glad in this evidence of her understanding of him. As harsh and cruel as he was
about to act, he needed her to understand that it was just acting, that all the
while there would be his smiling visage behind him saying, "It's just a
game...."and that he would never do anything to hurt her.

He glared down at her, the riding crop in his gloved right hand, feasting on
her form as she cleaned his boot with her mouth. Her breasts quivered from her
movements, and he noted that she had rouged her aureoles and nipples for him,
another sign of her learning. "Stop groveling you stupid cunt and get on your
knees!" he barked at her, pulling his boot back from her attentions. "Yes,
Master." She scrambled to a kneeling position in front of him, eager to please,
eager to play. He walked around her, lifting one perfect tit with the crop,
then the other, inspecting her, behind her now, forcing her ass cheeks apart
with it, more inspecting. He now stood in front of her, his shaved and trussed
cock and balls a bare inch from her face, her lower lip quivering in desire and
fear. "Do you like my cock, slave?"

"Yes, I do," she answered. The riding crop whistled through the air.... THWACK!
.... it slapped the arm of the couch next to her head. "What did you say you
stupid slut!" he screamed at her, smiling inside at her intentional mistake. "I
said I love your cock, my Master," she replied, her voice shaking with fear,
half-acting, half-real. "That's better, cunt," he said, now touching the tip of
his cock to her nose, rubbing it on her face by just moving his hips. He turned
and walked away and then returned holding a black leather collar with silver
studs and rings adorning it. He snapped it into place on her alabaster neck and
stood back to admire her, on her knees, shaking, once again. "What do you
think, slavegirl?" he hissed at her. "Oh, Master, I love my new collar, I am
not worthy of all you have given me, please forgive this slut's unworthiness,"
she said, her pussy resuming its flow of liquid down her leg. He was so happy
at her answer, loving her spirit, her supplication. He snapped a long, thin,
leather leash onto the collar and said, "Come with me now, slave, I have
prepared both pleasure and pain for you, the choice of which will be yours." He
yanked the leash, forcing her to all fours and she crawled this way beside him
as he walked, her tits swaying, her incredible ass jutting out, across the room
and then back, walking her like a dog. "You're a good bitch, aren't you Ruth,"
he said, leading her to a straight back chair. "I'm a very good bitch, Master,
a very good bitch" she replied, the excitement of this new experience now
overwhelming her with desire.

He sat down on the chair and ordered her; "Get across my knee, slut, you've
been very bad tonight and need to be punished." She did as she was told,
keeping her high-heeled feet on the floor, she bent across his knee, feeling
his still hard cock nestle between her breasts. "Reach behind and spread your
ass," he barked and she quickly complied, scared at his rage. He placed his
right index finger in her mouth and ordered her to suck. When he was satisfied
at its wetness he placed it at the entrance to her asshole and quickly thrust
it deep into her rectum, showing none of the gentleness he had before. "The
rapier like edge between pleasure and pain," he hissed as she gasped, her
breath torn from her by this new intrusion. Drip, drip.... it was her cunt
again, her cunt was betraying her fear, running again, forming a new pool of
lust beneath her bent form. He worked the finger in and out, all the while
talking. "You've been a bad girl tonight, haven't you Ruth, sucking and fucking
a strange man, you need to be punished."

"Yes, Master, I've been very bad, I've been a slut. Please punish me," she
pleaded, warming up to the game. And then he started, whipping her bottom with
the crop, hard strokes expertly mixed with soft kisses on her bountiful ass.
The instrument of her punishment whistled through the air as he held her steady
across his knee by the finger deep within her bowels.

She was sobbing now from the pain he was inflicting on her bottom, but she was
tough he noted, and seemed to want to continue the game. But he couldn't. In
the few hours he had come to know her he found himself caring for her very
much, an attachment forming with her, a fire built out of both their needs,
their wantings, that only they alone understood. He gently rubbed her bruised
bottom, feeling the welt he had raised there, writing his initials in her
blood. He lowered his head to kiss her bountiful ass, tasting the salty blood
on his tongue. His hand kneaded her breast as he licked her. Her sobbing turned
to small whimpering now as he gentled her, covering her ass with small kisses.
"Stand up," he whispered helping her to her feet. "But Master, I want to
continue, take me into your world, I beg of you."

Did the bitch know what she was asking for? The depth of the darkness he could
shroud her in? He quickly knocked her feet out from under her, bringing her to
her knees. "Okay, you stupid cunt, you asked for it!" he screamed, grabbing
both sides of her head and ramming his cock into her gasping mouth. He pounded
his sex into her, fucking her head with his steel rod, his trussed balls
slamming against her chin with every stroke. He held her head still in a vice
grip, his hands clenching her hair and ears, fucking her mouth with long, deep,
hard strokes. "You like that bitch, don't you, you like when your Master fucks
your mouth?" he sneered, enjoying the freedom she had given him. All she could
manage was a "mmmnnnppphhh" as his hips bucked violently, forcing his meat all
the way down her throat, further with every violent stroke.

The rape of her face continued this way for twenty minutes, the violence of the
act unabated, the sweat glistening on his body as he abused her exhausted
mouth. Suddenly he stopped. "Get over here you dumb slut!" he yelled, pulling
her to her feet, grabbing her arm so hard it hurt, half pulling her across the
floor, her high-heels slipping in the pool of her own wetness that had once
again formed beneath her on the polished wood floor. He threw her into the
straight back chair and commanded; "Don't you dare move, slave, not a muscle,
you hear me cunt?" "Yes, Master, not a muscle," she whispered trying to control
the violent shaking that was now engulfing her.

He returned with what appeared to be a black physician's bag and said; "You
want to play, we're going to play now, slutgirl, we're going to play hard!" He
pulled out a ball gag from the bag and affixed it around her head, watching her
eyes grow wide in terror. "I don't want to listen to you whine, bitch," he
whispered in her ear as he made sure the gag was tight and she had no trouble
breathing through her nose. He next grabbed her arms and pulled them behind
her, snapping on a pair of black handcuffs. He admired his handiwork, walking
around her, feasting his eyes on her bound and gagged form, lifting her breasts
once again with the riding crop, examining.

He pulled a chair up in front of her and removed some items from the satchel. A
pair of latex gloves that he expertly snapped on, a sterile wrapped surgical
needle about nine inches long, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and another of ethyl
chloride. He also removed a small black velvet bag. She started to shake and
scream, but to no avail, so expertly had he immobilized her. "Ssssshhhh, baby,
this won't hurt, and it'll only take a sec," he said, gentle now, "you wanted
to play, right?" now harsher. He lifted one pendulous breast with his gloved
hand and sprayed the nipple with ethyl chloride after he had sterilized the
nipple with the alcohol. Holding the breast in his left hand he ordered her,
"hold still!" for she was crying now, her whimpering deep in her throat because
of the gag. In one expert motion he passed the steel needle laterally through
the base of her nipple, piercing it through. Quickly he repeated the
performance on her other tit and was done. "See, your Master never lies, it
didn't hurt a bit," he laughed. He next removed two 22kt small gold rings from
the velvet bag and saying, "These are but tokens of my love for you, they are
the badges of your submission to me," snapped them into place in her newly
pierced nipples. He stood back to admire her again, loving how the candlelight
glinted off the gold rings, as her body slowly quivered. "You wanted to play,
right?" he asked.

"Oh Master, thank you so much for these beautiful nipple rings...." He held her
chin and stared into her eyes, wondering at the depths of this women. Her mind
was her most exciting and erotic feature, he mused. He got on his knees in
front of her and started to suckle her wounded nipples, first one, then the
other. The gold tinkled against his teeth as he sucked. She grabbed his head
with her now free hands and forced her big tit into his starving mouth, passion
carrying her upward again. He then put his hands on her plentiful ass and
lifting her slightly off the chair began to suck on her throbbing clit, rolling
it between his teeth, driving her nuts with his expertise. He paused for a
moment and looked up at her. As she caught her breath, he whispered, his face
shiny with her wetness; "What territory would my slave like to explore next.
Her Master is very pleased and will take her where she wants to go." He
returned to his pleasuring of her while he awaited his answer. 

He positioned her at the edge of the big bed again, on her knees, and
rearranged the pillows for her. Her big ass sticking up in the air like that,
her head resting on her folded arms on the pillows, made a tempting, obscene
sight that any man would sell his soul to possess. Steven considered himself
truly blessed that she had now chosen him to take the last aspect of her
virginity from her this night, this glorious night they would both remember
forever.

He knelt beside her on the bed and gently massaged her clit, softly speaking in
her ear, "I'm going to fuck your ass now, baby. I'm going to fuck your big,
tight ass, with slow, smooth strokes. I'm going to bury my big cock in your
asshole and fuck it, and you're going to love it, right, darling? That's what
you want, right? You want to finally get that gorgeous ass of yours fucked by a
man, so you can be complete, right Ruth?" His words were getting her very
excited and her juice started pouring from her cunt again as his clever fingers
worked her clit.

He stood and positioned himself behind her, laying his strong hands on the
cheeks of her behind. He gently spread them while saying; "Reach underneath
yourself and play with your clit, baby, that's it, that's my girl," he
encouraged. He paused for a moment to drizzle some baby oil onto his meat and
between her cheeks. He then positioned the bulbous head of his manhood at the
entrance to her bowels and softly whispering encouragement, began to ease
himself into her. "That's it baby, that's it, let me in, c'mon, relax, that's
it, good, good, slowly, slowly, c'mon. You want your big ass fucked, don't you
baby? That's what you want. You want to finally feel a big cock up that sweet,
tight, ass of yours, right, hon?" Suddenly her sphincter relaxed and the head
of his cock made its way in. Slowly now. He barely pushed and the rest of him
slid into her, a low guttural moan now escaped her mouth. He grabbed her ass
cheeks tightly now and slowly began to stroke, in and out, so slowly, enjoying
the vice-like tightness he found there.

He stroked into her slowly, staring down, enjoying the sight of his cock
disappearing and then re-emerging into her puckered asshole. He glanced to his
right and reveled in the sight reflected off the mirrored closet door there.
Ruth's head resting on the gathered pillows, her eyes shut tightly, her mouth a
small "o" of pleasure. She was on her knees, her perfect breasts crushed
against the bed, her left hand gripping the sheets, her right working furiously
between her legs as he stood behind her, gripping her meaty ass, as he fucked
her virgin hole. "That's it lover, make yourself cum for me baby, you like
having a cock up your ass, don't you, baby?" he questioned in a hoarse whisper.
His right hand released its grip on her ass and found its way to her pussy. He
quickly plunged three fingers into her cunt hole and started to move them in
and out of her with fast, sharp, strokes. He was able to feel his cock in her
ass through the thin wall that separated them as he found a comfortable rhythm
now, plunging his fingers into her cunt as he withdrew his cock from her ass.
He slid his shaft in and out of her ass now with long, violent strokes, his cum
laden balls banging against her fleshy behind.

"I want to cum with you baby, let me know when you're close," he moaned now,
every fiber of him struggling to control his onrushing release. She started to
shake now, his words acting like a fuse, setting her off, her hand a blur as it
rubbed her clit, feeling his fingers in that shared space as he continued to
plunge them in and out of her cunt. "Steve, I'm close, I'm going to...," she
moaned like an animal, for that is what she had become this night. "Let's do it
together, baby, c'mon, cum for me, baby, I'm so close....," his voice cracking
under the strain, his hot jism now being forced by her tightness up his shaft.
Their guttural moaning filled the room now as they both exploded, Steve pumping
his hot juice into her bowels, never once missing a beat as his three fingers
fucked her pussy, causing yet another climax to ripple through her. He shot and
shot into her asshole, gobs of creamy hot cum juice, filling her up like she
had never been filled before as the most violent orgasm she had ever
experienced tore through her like chain lightning on a steamy summer night.

End

sybian1@aol.com


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