This tale is a continuation of events detailed with ‘A Dark Star Tale ; Dirty Blonde’. As the author I would recommend reading this short story, which is published within my story submissions, before continuing.
Chronologically within the overall Dark Star story arc the tale also sits immediately after the events that are featured in ‘Descent Pt. 08’
Naturally the content can be read as stand alone but Spoilers and Lack of Context may apply.
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I recognised her immediately.
How could I forget her?
My mind casting back to that night shared with Steve my brother around a year previously at a guess. I can’t recall her name; a mental block surrounds me although I recall with picture perfect detail every moment of our challenging encounter.
She looks good sat there dressed in all black, a short black dress with a slightly billowed skirt sits over dark black hosiery and under a short black leather jacket. She sits with two others, a not unattractive strawberry blonde who must be ten years her senior and a large imposing black male whose neck is the size of a tire. All three of them dressed in dark clothing sipping from a bottle of brandy purchased by the strawberry blonde from the bar an hour or so earlier.
She recognises me, the first time I’ve seen her back here since that memorable night. Furtive glances exchanged as she sits across the room at the table which faces the bar. She doesn’t acknowledge though there’s a quite reticence to her. Those pale blue eyes look drawn, and tear stained. The clothing of the party the solemn nature of their hushed conversation. It’s more that obvious they’ve attended a funeral. A small impromptu wake to pay respects to a friend or colleague the assumption that comes to my mind.
Not even I could be that inappropriate. As transfixed as I am by her beauty, by the memory of her willing submission I respect her space I keep my distance from her. Throwing subtle glances towards her only when opportunity permits.
Slowly she rises from the table her hand reaches out to steady herself as she stumbles a little. The strawberry blonde steadies her, she smirks a little embarrassed possible as she steps away from the table. She adopts a purposeful stride as she walks away from the table. Her head down her long platinum blonde hair obscures her petite angular face as she walks through the bar with her eyes toward the floor.
The heels of her ankle boots striking purposefully on the hard wooden floors as she passes the bar headed toward the female toilets. I can’t help but admire those long-toned legs in black denier, my eyes casting up the back of them as she walks by. The memory of being between those legs, the memory of the brutal fuck she’d willing permitted numerous times in that one long night.
My mind wanders, visions of her body tied face down on the bed while Steve and I had taken turns throughout the night to abuse and attempt to break her spirit. Her self-assured, challenging persona withstanding everything she’d been subjected to while being bound, collared, fucked with her face obscured by the black PVC mask that had been pulled over her perfect features.
In my mind’s eye I hear her cries of satisfaction, the whimpers of delight as I’d repeatedly cum in that perfect body which matched her perfect features. There was a darkness to her, a worldliness that suggested no matter what we’d subjected her to that night she had faced, and she had survived worse.
As she disappears from my line of sight, I take to serving a heavy-set young guy with a pretty brunette over his shoulder. Taking their drinks orders I miss as the platinum blonde heads in the opposite direction back towards the table. Moments later I’m slightly disappointed to see her and her two compatriots leaving the table and head toward the main doors and the rain-soaked evening. I smirk to myself, taking one last reminisce on what had once been. There had been other since there would be others.
Perhaps none would be so perfect as the perfect little platinum blonde whose name escapes me.
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The evening had passed off uneventfully
Thursday evenings could be like that. Friday would be different; in less than twenty-four hours the bar would be heaving. Two to three deep waiting at the bar, the Juke Box cranked up loud. The clamour and chaos behind and in front of the bar. Weekends the place was alive. On nights like tonight the place barely warranted being open. As I guide the last two stragglers out of the door I’m about to lock up when I hear a female voice from behind me.
“Hold on there you,” her soft Irish accent wraps around the words. “I’m not getting locked in here with you tonight… I’ve plans”
“Have you now?” I turn to face the fresh-faced auburn-haired barmaid as ever dressed in black.
“I have a life you know?” she gently teases, her left brow cocked as a wicked grin forms across her thin deep scarlet lips.
“You’ve a secret life as well Shauna,” my turn to raise my brow.
“That I have…” her grin grows, “That I have.”
I swing the door open, not sure is she deliberately brushes past me, the scent of recently applied floral perfume wafts past me as she heads into the dark wet night.
“I can’t offer you a nightcap?” I offer to tempt her.
“Not tonight,” she states not even looking back.
I’d like to think for fear she’d be tempted but I know her. I know once her mind is set there’s no persuading her otherwise. I respect her decision; I would never coerce her otherwise. The benefits of her submissive nature far outweigh the risk that would be involved.
“He’s a lucky fella,” I offer.
“She’s a lucky girl,” Shauna’s turn to smirk at me.
Caught off guard I watch her a little slack jawed as the smirk turns back to that devilish grin.
“Honestly… Have ya never guessed?”
“Guessed what?” I stammer a little.
“That I’m Bi” her expression remains neutral, serious, she starts to chuckle “I’m not exclusive.”
I simply shake my head as she walks away. I watch her my eyes casting up her slender legs as she makes her way across the street towards one of two Taxi’s sat idling at the pavement opposite. With a certain sense of diligence, I watch that she makes it safely into the Cab. My mind already drifting to a fantasy of Shauna and another woman. The devil in me can’t help but want to know more. Another time I say to myself, another time.
“Are you closed then?” I hear a fragile voice to my left state.
I recognise her immediately. I’d have recognised her had she not been sat in the bar several hours earlier. She looks bedraggled though, her platinum blonde hair soaked, her dress drenched, from the persistent rain.
I don’t say a word as I look her up and down, she looks up at me from under her sodden fringe, even by the orange glow of the streetlights those pale eyes are piercing.
“We are closed,” I offer matter of factly.
“Pity…” she confidently states. “I was looking for the kind of after-hours hospitality you specialised in last time”
I step aside.
“You best come on in then”
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“You never got to finish your drink”
An indignant little huff passes her lips before she speaks.
“I never did care much for the taste of brandy.”
As I set the roll of black duct tape on the bar, I look along my left shoulder to her, Ari, as she faces the bar. Only by an earlier prompt had I remember it.
Stripped of the black leather jacket, her arms still clad in the long sleeves of the damp dress are now securely taped behind her back. Thick black tape wrapped multiple times around her slender pale wrists and her upper arms.
She stands somewhat proudly looking at her own reflection in the mirror above the bar, her platinum hair still damp from the rain pulled back into a makeshift ponytail only serves to accentuate her long neck.
“What brings you back here?” I offer genuinely intrigued.
“The need to forget…” she pauses, “…and perhaps the need to remember.”
“Remember that night?” A satisfied smirk crosses my lips.
“No” Ari bluntly retorts, “Remember who I am.”
Her words intrigue me more than ever now as I step around behind her. She remained composed as she’d surrendered herself to me, her body pressed against the bar as I’d firmly bound her hands and arms. My own mind overactive and overthinking the scenario to play out. My mind now setting fast on what this beautiful creature’s fate would be.
“So… Who are you?”
“Me…” she shivers, perhaps involuntarily as she contemplates, but she doesn’t move. Stood there haughtily despite being all but under my control, “…I’m worthless”
I chuckle a dark little chuckle that catches me a little by surprise. “Oh, you’ve a certain value”
“Not on the face of it…. Not as I see it” she continued, “Damaged goods”
“Damaged goods… perfect” I state my mind not wanting to strip back her mental darkness, my mind more concentrated on how this damaged little vision of perfection could serve me, for now and for the future.
Slipping my hand into my pocket I retrieve the item that I associate with her more than any of the others that it’s adorned. The item I’d retrieved, unseen form it’s hiding place under the bar whilst pouring the first and only drink she’d requested since entering from the rain-soaked night.
I stretch out the Black PVC mask in my hands and release the brass zip fastener at the rear of the mask.
I don’t pause. I don’t wait for a reaction from her, indifferent or otherwise. My eyes meet hers in reflection only, watching her face in the mirror as I reach the mask up over her head. I splay the mask open and take the opportunity to view those perfect features one last time. One last time before I pull the mask back against her.
Ari doesn’t flinch, she doesn’t respond at all.
“You remember this” I offer.
She doesn’t reply. I sense her tense, only fractionally; she draws a breath into her bound body as I position the mask using the reflection of the mirror.
Pulling the awkward material over her head I wrap her face and her head. All the time the young blonde holds resolute, almost composed as I roughly pull her ponytail down holding it to the back of her neck and I start to fasten the zipper down across the back of her head into her neck.
She stares ahead into the mirror; she would not have seen herself like this the last time the mask adorned her face. She continues to stare ahead. I wonder if she recognises even her own reflection.
Placing my hand on her right shoulder I turn her to face me, and silently she complies. Those piercing wide pale blue eyes meet mine but the pale lips that are barely stained by lipstick don’t part, they don’t utter a word.
She was intoxicated before she arrived here, I was certain of that, there was a subtle bleariness to those eyes, a red around the edges that could possibly have been tears but when coupled with the faint smell of vodka could more easily be explained. She was by no means intoxicated. She had requested, the relatively untouched, double brandy and had taken little more than a sip whilst raising the glass in an unspoken salute. A salute I had observed from a distance as I’d locked the bar and drawn the blinds on the outside world.
It went unspoken why she was here; she knew full well what had happened the last time she’d been here. Her sweet submission to mine and Steve’s brutal attention nearly twelve months earlier could never go forgotten. Not least by Steve who had been furious on discovering my decision to free the platinum blonde while he heavily slept off his sexual exhaustion. Until Ari entered the bar earlier, I’d thought of her but had moved on, there had been plenty more faces either obscured by the mask or otherwise that had replaced her, even if they had not quite lived up to her performance, her compliance.
“The black dress sets off that mask a treat” I offer, appreciative of the silence that’s built within the empty bar. Half glasses of drink and empties strewn around the room on tables and the bar itself. The air thick with the scent of stale alcohol.
She doesn’t respond as I step away. I look back and can’t help but note how the base of the mask meets almost perfectly with the high neckline of the dress. With her arms secured behind her back her breasts press forward behind the tight body of the upper part of the dress. Below the hem of the dress. Perfectly toned legs clad in thick black denier are held up by simple black high heeled ankle boots.
I take a high-backed chair from a table, lifting the deliberately chosen heavy piece of furniture with relative ease before I set it down on the bare wooden floor in front of her.
Approaching her once more I walk around behind her, admiring my capture all the time as I retrieve an item that may prove useful from a pot sat on the bar next to a container of useless paper drinking straws.
Stepping back into her eye-line I tilt her head up to face me, “I let you go last time…I can’t promise I will this time.”
Once again, she fails to react to my verbal goading, she doesn’t flinch even as I take hold the front of her dress and nick a cut in the neckline of her dress.
Throwing the scissors onto the bar, I’m about to step away when the sound of a mobile vibrating interrupts me. Turning back, I see her rose gold iPhone sat next to her handbag illuminating as it shifts under the moment of vibration across the bar. Grabbing the phone, I hold it before her.
“Hannah’s calling you…” I chuckle “…You wanna take the call”
“She’s no one important” is the instant flat toned response I receive.
“Oh, there’s a new message also…. from Jamie,” I offer reading the partial snippet of the message visible on the locked front screen of the phone. “She wants to know you got home…apparently today can’t have been easy for… and that’s as much as I can read.”
The now masked platinum blonde still doesn’t react.
Throwing the phone across the bar hearing it skittle along the floor I grip her jaw once more only tighter than before, her behaviour beginning to infuriate me.
“Ok…. No more distractions then Ari… I don’t care who you burnt or put in the ground today… Jamie thinks your days been hard… it’s about to get so much fucking tougher.”
Releasing her jaw, I step towards the chair noting her eyes fall briefly closed behind the mask.
As I reach the chair, I sit myself down and look up at her.
“We both know why you came here tonight… but aspects change… circumstances change…”
She shifts her stance, but only ever so slightly.
“You we’re the best… the best in a string of drunken little whores who’ve presented themselves to my brother and I… your submission is etched into my consciousness… something about you… you came here tonight to remember who you are… show me who you are Ari… let me remember who you are.”
She swallows beneath the mask, not unnaturally so, as I watch the slight rise and fall of her shoulders as she does.
“You’re going to fuck me…” I proclaim, I state towards her, “Your first surrender will be of your own free will…come here.”
As I point to the floor at my feet, she takes the briefest of moments processing perhaps what I’ve said. Then with a slightly tentative shift of her body she steps forward, arms secured behind her back she walks a little off balance at first, before confidently walking the dozen or so paces towards me. Each pace punctuated by the strike of her black heeled boots on the bare wooden floor.
“Good girl,” I offer as she stands practically before me, she dutifully and immediately accepts the hint as I nudge my right foot against her left foot. Adopting a wider stance as she stands before me.
Leaning forward my hands slip up the inside of perfectly toned slender thighs, she stands tall, almost proud, facing forward throughout even as my hands reach the tops of her legs and fall to rest over her crotch. Swiftly without warning both my hands pull at the gusset of the thick black tights exposing pale skin and the slightest glimpse of what I want from her. The sound of tearing material fills the empty bar.
I hear her exhale as I look up at her obscured face, while I do my middle finger slowly slips firmly over her as I discover no underwear beneath the tights. Slowly I press the middle finger of my right hand over then into to the tight warmth of her perfectly smooth pussy lips
“This…” I offer as I gently massage my finger deeper into the dry yet warm slit, “This is mine and you’re going to give it to me.”
I slip my finger from her and sit back against the chair, as I look up our eyes meet whilst I pull at the buckle of my belt, practically pulling open the button fly of my jeans as I raise my body and slip my jeans from my hips and past my knees as I sit back down.
I’m hard for her already, I’ve been hard for her against the constraint of my jeans since the moment I secured her wrists and arms.
“Straddle me.”
Watching as she tentatively steps forward her eyes never leaving mine.
“Good… good… now lower yourself” I take my dick in my right hand and grip it firmly “Lower yourself on to me Ari”
She steps forward slightly once more as she does both my hands slip up the backs of her firm nylon clad thighs and fall over her pert ass cheeks. With her hands restricted she accepts my guiding her, as my right hand leaves her to take hold of my dick once more.
I feel the tip of my dick graze against her, obscured by the skirt of the dress she raises herself an inch before compliantly lowering herself once more. With a quick reposition with my hand I feel her against me. I hold myself firmly to her as she bears down pressing her cunt apart over my length of her own free will.
Ari lets out a soft gasp. Under her skirt, now pulled around her waist I catch a glimpse of my pick penetrating her before I grab her hips with both hands and pull her down onto me. Impaling her perfect body into mine, as her dress rests across my lap. The warmth of the walls of her tight cunt consumes me, my own satisfied groan passes my lips involuntarily.
She gasps again as I pull her down by her hips onto me as I fill her, a gasp ended on a shudder from her body as she surrenders. Her chest rising and falling there’s no movement from her body even as I lean my head forward next to her right ear obscured by the mask. The mask isn’t thick enough to drown or distort my words of that I am certain I know she’ll hear me.
“Now you’re going to fuck me…you’re going to fuck me hard…you’re going to show me every little trick you’ve got as you sit astride me…do you understand?”
“I understand” I hear her almost immediate but sterile response
“Good… Good because I’m setting you a challenge.”
I press up into her from my seated position.
“You’re going to make me cum in five minutes or less”
“Or what?” she huskily whispers.
“Or you’re going to find yourself residing in my cellar as the platinum edition to accompany the other worthless little whores.”
She shifts her body position. Finally, a reaction. I grip her hips tighter pulling her down on to me once again. Impaling her deeper as I do.
“You’re a fucking amateur” she stated.
As she speaks my hands reach up and I grab the previously cut neckline of her fitted black dress. Pulling harshly the fresh sound of torn fabric fills the room as the front of the still damp dress rips easily to reveal pale skin and a bright red bra that seems uncoupled to the rest of her jet-black ensemble.
“Maybe you underestimate me…” I state calmly. “…I guess your friend Nisha never mentioned our hospitality?”
“Nisha?”
Her tone is confused as she looks deep into my eyes under the physical proximity. I feel her pull for the first time at her restrained arms.
“Yeah, the only reason I let you go was to be able concentrate on her.”
“How?…. When?… No you…”
I place a finger to the pale lips that protrude through the mouth hole of the mask.
“She obviously behaved… obviously couldn’t bring herself to even tell her best friend what we did with her… to her.”
“But… but she… she….” Her body struggles in my grip a little for the first time.
“So, now you’ve five minutes to make me cum…” I cut across her reminding her of what’s playing out here and who’s in control. “Unless you want to skip the foreplay and skip to me wrapping a collar around that slender little neck of yours to show you exactly what Nisha had to endure.”
I deliberately pause, leaving her with the ambiguity of her own mind before tilting her head back a little. The effect of the mask renders her face expressionless, her eyes slightly narrow though as they burn into mine.
“Clocks ticking.” I offer pressing myself up off the seat to remind her that I penetrate her.
“You’re…you’re…” Ari utters, and I wonder if the seeds of doubt I’ve sown have served only to deny my own pleasure, in this moment.
“You’ll find out in four and a half minutes,” I bluntly offer.
“Fuck you.” She offers on a tone somewhere between vicious and astonished.
“That’s the idea” I grin sarcastically at her.
Her head drops in contemplation or in acceptance of the reality of her predicament.
“I promise I’ll look after you… nobody’s going to going to your funeral… you’re far too perfect for that outcome.”
Her eyeline back to mine as a determination creeps into her eyes alone, off set by the grimace that sets firmly on her lips.
“Four minutes to make me cum now.”
I feel her body shift, her hips roll. I feel the walls of her pussy tense a little more around me as I sit on the chair with her straddling me.
My hands slip over and grip her hips through the dress as I hold her to me, her slender hips start to grind atop of me as she finds a slow steady rhythm while she straddles me.
“There’s a good girl” I offer mocking and complimenting at the same time.
Her style slowly builds, her grimace fades there’s a determination now in her eyes, a look as if to test my challenge, to test my word and to test her own confidence. Confidence that despite the restraint in which I hold her she will be the victor not the victim.
“Fuck me,” I continued to goad her “Fuck me like the desperate little whore you are.”
My words serve their purpose as she steadily increases the thrust of her hips, gentle little faster breaths slip from her as silently she rises to my bait and the challenge, I set her.
“A quick hard fuck… I’m sure to blow my load in your perfect little body… aren’t I?”
She sneers, yet even as she sneers, she fucks harder, grinding the top of her cunt upon me as she seeks to find a place to maintain momentum, a position to goad my climax over the remaining minutes.
My hands slide from her hips up her back, but she shakes herself loose of my grip.
“You don’t get to control me,” she hisses.
“I will do,” I offer my breath hitching in my chest as she continues to build to a slow rhythmic fuck.
“Oh no…” she defiantly offers, “I’m gonna make you cum.”
“You’ll try…. Fuck me I never paid these enough attention last time.”
My left hand reaches up over her chest and pulls down the front of her bra. Pulling the cups of the lace detailed garment down her breasts spill from the bra revealing to two nipples pierced by a small silver bar through each.
Ari immediately leans back, as if to deny me, as I reach to man handle and squeeze her breasts my right arm quickly supports her back as she drops back to an angle that only serves to increase the angle of my penetration. I hear her heeled feet scrape across the wooden floor as she sets her body rigid, locking out in an embrace despite her restraint and the physical awkwardness of the scenario.
All the while her hips buck and roll as she writhes atop of me as she seeks to fulfil my desire.
Whether in desperation or in lust she keeps increasing pace. Fast sharp breathes start to escape her mouth through the mask as she clenches around me and bears down harder and harder with each purposeful thrust.
“Three minutes.” I state not even caring for how long has passed in actuality.
“Fuck,” she whispers as my hands fall on her hips once again over the dress. The feel of her body writhing on top of me challenges my own mind and my own senses immediately.
Ari keeps up her constant hip rolls and presses herself down onto me. I feel the walls of her right little slit moisten and slicken as she fucks me.
I offer little assistance remaining seated, straight backed against the chair, fearful that given her energetic efforts to relax would be to assist and to risk a loss of control. Giving in to the temptation of meeting and matching her thrusts may easily cause me to fail my own challenge.
The energy she exudes the sight of her bound perfect body the reality of her latest submission a constant test now of my own mental resolve. ‘I will not cum’ I state to myself over and over in my mind ‘I will not cum’.
The urgency she starts to build adds to the constant slam of her hips against the tops of my legs.
The thought of raising her lifting her runs through my mind. Taking advantage of the physical control I hold given her restraint. Against the unspoken mantra running through my own visualise carrying her to the nearest table turning her and claiming her face down across the hard wooden surface.
I shut out such fantasy I resist her even as she arches her back further. Looking down for distraction I watch her legs hook the back legs of the chair as best she can as she goads me. My hands clench her hips tighter, but I refuse to assist her. Even as she fucks me with a feral urgent style.
As she leans back further, she loses momentum a little offering me a little reprieve.
“Harder Ari… you’re gonna have to work harder than that.”
“You’ll cum.” she whispers towards the ceiling “You’ll fucking cum for me.”
“Not on your terms,” I goad.
She flings her body forward. Sat bolt upright now atop of me.
Our eyes meet her eyes burn with a desire. Not a desire for me I realise but a desire to prove me wrong. To succeed.
“You’ll cum for me,” she practically growls from beneath the faceless black mask.
Her legs slip to our side, and she raises herself up with an impressive athletic ability. My hands slide from her knees up her thighs as she sits atop me raising and slamming her body on top of me.
I reach and grab her bound wrists while she rises and falls on my crotch, slamming my dick into her with each heavy drop, clenching herself tightly around me as she pulls her body up.
The sensation grips me, I throw my own head back slightly opened mouthed as she constantly raises and lowers herself on my throbbing aching shaft.
“One minute.” I gasp on a raspy breath
All energy and focus from her clenches around my dick, the walls of her cunt so unbelievably tight even as she starts to practically bounce her body up and down on my erect dick. Steady wet slaps punctuate every heavy lunge from her hips and legs.
My hands slip further up her thighs.
Her ass slaps down repeatedly on the tops of my legs.
My hands extend and find the edge of her spread little pussy as it bucks and writhes once more upon me.
My touch causes her shiver
“Not fair,” she gasps.
“Who mentioned fair.” I retort as I slip my right thumb along the left-hand side of her pussy to seek her most sensitive of spots.
“No..” she exasperatedly whispers. “No!!”
I don’t heed the breathless warning feeling my own member thrusting deep into her through the sensitive skin stretched around me. Her exertion, her movement and momentum as she fucks me. As she does, I gently circle my thumb against the top of her cunt.
She loses no momentum; she is not distracted she keeps on fucking. Fucking herself on top of me. All the while I offer my own stimulation.
“Fuck no” she gasps pressing forward her body, seeking a new angle and new position to goad my release. Her head now over now over my left shoulder.
I reposition my thumb the feeling of her wetness slipping from her covering my balls and the exposed tops of my legs intensifies.
“Thirty seconds,” I offer having lost all track of time.
Her legs braced she fucks harder and faster in the realisation that she’s close to failing my challenge.
“Make me cum,” I softly demand. “Make me cum Ari.”
Ari groans through gritted teeth as she presses down on top of me. Near exhaustion, tense and frustrated. Her body rigid. She attempts to increase her pace but seemingly can’t find the energy or body position she craves. She’s lost but she won’t succumb to that realisation.
I apply further pressure from my constantly moving thumb, she seemingly bears down against my thumb as she fucks, her concentration lost. Her mind losing focusses selfishly switching to her own needs despite the predicament of my threat.
I slip my left hand up her back behind her bound arms I hook her shoulder and bear her down onto me.
She fights my attempted control and keeps up the momentum of raising her slender body up and down my dick, my dick that’s now buried deep in her unbelievably slick little cunt.
“No” she exhaustedly states “Oh no… no… no…”
Her whole body tensing now, I sense the reaction, the temptation to deny her own release is immense as she pushes down pressing her body to mine trapping my thumb between us as she grinds against me, pressing her clit against my thumb whilst bucking and writhing her hips.
I feel the tremble grow within her.
Her pained breaths as she concentrates.
Concentrates her attention incorrectly.
I feel the wet warmth spill from her at the same moment her mask covered head snaps back.
I can only imagine the look of pleasure mixed with anguish across her face beneath the mask.
Ari arches back once more pressing her hips against mine to prolong her orgasm, her body uncontrollably spasms and writhes atop of me as she draws deep seething breaths into her lungs.
As my left hand supports her back, I press my right hand up firmly between her sweat covered breasts.
My hand comes to rest around her neck beneath the mask.
She pulls her own body forward, placing her throat into my grip. Her piercing pale blue eyes closed tight.
“Times up.” I whisper clenching my fingers around her throat.
“Did you… Did you?” she almost mesmerically whimpers under the fallout of her own climax.
“I’m afraid not.” I state.
She doesn’t open those pale blue eyes to witness the grin that passes my face. I hold her there for a moment as her exhausted body comes to rest while still straddling me, my dick buried deep in her.
“So now what?” She faintly whispers without opening her eyes.
“Now I’m going to have to collar you Ari.”
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Ari struggled.
She struggled just as she had when I led had her towards the open trap door into the cellar.
In torn clothes arms and wrists still bound with tapes her ankles are now secured ankle cuffs on a 12inch chain affixed to cuffs that sit just above her ankle boots, cuffs. She resisted once again as I remove the padlock from, and swing open the door that sat concealed behind crates of spirits and mixers for the bar.
Her muffled protests lost into the black ball gag that dissected her jaw fitted over the black PVC mask.
“Relax Ari…” I sneer, “…Compared to the other two down here your being kept in relative luxury.”
As the wooden door swings open on its hinge the small narrow room is illuminated by a dim lightbulb that hangs on a cable from the ceiling. The musty damp smell fills my lungs as I grab the chain attached to the thick black leather collar now fitted around her elegant neck.
She stumbles into the room, and I push her ahead of me, her feet catching the edge of the dirtied single mattress that lays across the floor of the narrow claustrophobic brick lined room. Tripping she falls to her knees facing the far wall as I step up behind her and catch her fall, leaving her on her still nylon clad knees.
“My bother doesn’t even know about this place…” I chuckle “…despite it being right under his nose…so if you keep quiet then I’ll keep you safe from his attention.”
Her head shakes from side to side twice as if in defiance of what I’m doing and saying. It’s too late for her reprieve as Ari’s shoulders rise and fall on heavy frantic breaths, she falls silent not for the first time.
Taking a length of rope hung on next to many similar lengths on my left-hand side I run the thick black cord through the d-ring at the front of her collar. Knelt there she attempts to raise herself but her cuffed ankles prevent any purchase, rendering her attempt futile from the outset as she persists with continued clumsy attempts
I extend the generous length of rope to a ring sunk into the grout between a line of bricks on the far wall across the surface of the mattress. Pulling the rope taught. but not fully so leaving a manageable amount of slack I swiftly tie a knot on the loose ends of the rope through the wall sunk ring to secure her. With manner in which her hands are bound there’s no chance she’ll be able to prise the tight knot apart.
“Even if you try to get free…. the padlocks going back on that door when I close it”.
I look into those pale eyes which are wide now for the first time with fear behind the faceless black mask.
Stepping back past her before kneeling behind her, my own breath hitching in anticipation of what’s to play out as I pull her legs apart to the extent that the cuffs will allow.
I lean over her shoulder.
“You said you wanted to remember who you are Ari… I hope you realised…”
I press my left hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down as my right hand and arm draws across her slender waist. I pin her to the mattress, pressing her face down against the surface.
My right hand leaves her in order to pull my dick through my open fly. Pulling what’s left of the scrap of the black dress up over her ass I rip open the thick denier tights a little wider.
I position myself against her and press forwards with my hips. Her slick little hole offers little resistance, she does not fight as I fill her for the second time in less than half an hour.
“I hope you realise also you’re now my Pet…. and this time I won’t be letting you go.”
My hips start to take her as I seek the release I’d held off as she straddled me earlier.
The release she’d failed to earn while she willingly fucked me.
I pull her back against me earning a subtle groan of protest as I thrust harshly and deeply into her tightness.
“Now Pet…. you earn my cum my way.”