Lucy's Bedroom

You'll Be Next Then

Nine. That’s the number of people who nudged me and/or D at Sara and Danny’s wedding and said, “You’ll be next then…” D made me a ring out of scrunched-up foil from the inside of a fag packet but I refused to wear it. The nerve of the man! There’s not even a jelly tot glued on top pretending to be an emerald!

Having read my blog about the night before the wedding, D of course wanted to know which one Tom was. I was just drawing myself up to my full height and starting to tick off on my fingers the reasons why I wasn’t going to tell him, when someone walked up and said, “Hi, have you met Tom?” Because he can be an irritating git, D then proceeded to make Tom his best friend for the day while I glowered at him from the other side of the room.

“He seems nice.”

“Go away, I’m never talking to you again.”

Now, as it says at the top of the page, this is supposed to a blog about fucking mostly, so if it’s alright with you I’ll skip the opportunity for a detailed description of the wedding and go straight to the bit where I’m naked. Are you sure you don’t mind…?

Actually, before the bit where I’m naked I should just mention the bit where Sara’s changing out of her wedding dress and the bridesmaids are ‘helping’ her by dancing around the hotel room and bouncing on the bed in their knickers to Teenage Kicks by the Undertones. That’s a good bit, you’d be sorry to have missed it.

So, where was I? Oh yes, naked in my hotel room, sprawled on the bed drinking champagne from the bottle while D licks my clit, teasing it with the ice cube in his mouth. He surfaces occasionally for a swig of champagne and a fresh ice cube from the bucket. My head is just starting to buzz, really quite drunk now, my hips propped up with pillows, my fingers buried in his hair, pressing him securely between my splayed thighs.

With my eyes screwed shut and my head thrown back, moaning happily, I don’t see him reach for the discarded, now empty, bottle neck down in the ice cold melt water. But when the freezing glass touches my pussy I squeal, struggling against the pile of pillows to sit up, eyes wide with surprise as the neck of the bottle slips inside me. D’s watching my face, serious and concentrating as he presses it deeper. I groan as the neck of the bottle widens and he draws it out with a little ‘pop’ before sliding it back in, the glass warmer now, fucking me with it.

I slide my fingers down to my clit, rubbing it in slow, lazy circles, pinching and teasing it and D starts to fuck me faster, ramming the neck of the bottle into me harder until it’s thrusting me up the bed and I’m panting and whimpering and pleading with him to fuck me harder. Just as I’m shuddering on the brink of cumming he grabs my wrist, yanking my hand away from my clit, whipping the bottle from my cunt. Smiling wickedly he licks the neck of the bottle while he watches my disappointed face.

“So, are all the drunk aunties and uncles tight?  Are we going to be next?”

“Oh God!  You fucking bastard!  I was so close to cumming and you want to stop and talk about getting married!?!” 

Laughing, D tosses the bottle aside and drops forward on top of me, spearing me with his cock. It only takes three or four thrusts before I’m screaming and biting at his shoulder, my arms and legs wrapped tight around him.

Afterwards, when I’m lazily sucking his cock, he says, “You never answered my question.” I let his cock slip from my mouth and look up at him, rubbing my cheek against it. “Are we going to be next?”

I pretend to think for a moment. “Nah, I’m too young and innocent,” and I swallow his cock down again, lapping greedily at it.

“Then I’ll just have to dedicate the next few years to corrupting you.” And he slides his hands to my neck, circling it with his fingers as he begins to fuck his cock into my throat and I start to choke and struggle.

Hotel Room

I’m sitting on my own in a hotel room, and nothing spells masturbatory sexual fantasy like a hotel room…

It’s Sara and Danny’s wedding tomorrow so I have my gorgeous scarlet satin bridesmaid’s dress hanging up on the door of the wardrobe and my black satin ballet pumps to wear with it (because Sara’s only little and we’re not allowed to tower over her on her big day). D’s working tonight and will be rolling up, bleary and unshaven, tomorrow so I’m all alone with the memory of what happened earlier on the terrace.

This is where the smokers are banished to and I was puffing away and making polite conversation with Sara’s cousin Tom (‘Have you come far? What do you do? Oh, that must be very interesting…’) when he kissed me. And not a tentative try-my-luck-kiss either. This was a full-on, lip-crushing, teeth-clashing, tongue-battling snog. I was a bit shocked…one minute we were talking about the best way to get from Cambridge to Norwich, the next I was backed up against the wall with his hand sliding up inside my t-shirt and cupping my breast.

Finally we break, his fingertip still circling my nipple. Just inside the open French windows I can hear Sara’s mother telling a completely pointless anecdote about Sara playing the trumpet in the school orchestra. Light streams onto the terrace but we stand just outside the light. I open and shut my mouth a couple of times, trying to think of something to say. Tom grins at me. “I’ve read your blog.”

“My what?  Have you?  I mean…oh.”

“And seen your photos.”

“Well, that’s just a bit of fun…”

“A girl like you doesn’t want to go back in there with all the aunties.  Come upstairs with me and fuck.”

Now, lots of things go through my mind all at the same time:

OMG he’s read about me getting spanked and tied up and fucked in the arse!

What does he mean, ‘a girl like me’?  What sort of girl am I like?   

I wonder what his cock’s like?  Maybe I could just put my hand on it through his jeans and then decide?

He thinks I’m easy because I write about sex. 

He smokes roll-ups; I wonder if he’s got any dope?

What’s D doing now?

And it’s that last one that’s the killer. Not because we haven’t each had our ‘third party’ moments since we met but because he’s on A&E tonight so he’ll be stitching up some woman whose husband’s used her as a punch bag or stepping over pools of vomit to take broken glass out of someone’s eye. So I turn into Miss Prissy and push the handsome Tom away, ask him what sort of girl he thinks I am (one with a sex blog who takes it up the arse and lets strangers squeeze her tits in public is the answer to that one), and come upstairs alone.

Bastard. He’ll probably read this and know I’m going to end up with my fingers buried in my pussy imagining kneeling on all fours on the bed, watching my tits sway in the mirror as he gives me a good seeing-to. All through the wedding tomorrow he’ll be looking at me in my scarlet dress but knowing what I look like bent over naked with my pussy shaved and my thighs parted. And with that thought, my pussy’s most definitely tingling and wet.

I’m sitting in front of the mirror now and over the top of the laptop I can see the reflection of my breasts. I can place my hand on my left breast exactly as he placed his hand on it. I can circle my nipple with my fingertip exactly as he did. I take a snapshot of my reflection on my phone and send it to D to cheer up his next break, if he ever gets one. Time for bed. Hotel beds have masses of pillows. I’m going to sprawl on my tummy with my arse propped up in the air by pillows and finger-fuck myself to sleep.

Between My Toes

I lie on my tummy on the floor while D weaves the soft white cord between my toes, looping it tightly around my big toes. Tugging on its trailing end he pulls my feet up, bending my knees sharply. He scrapes my hair back into a pony tail, knotting it together with the cord until it’s taut, my body arched into a bow. I wriggle, trying to ease the cord but pulling it tighter, my soft belly reddening as it rubs against the prickly carpet.

My breathing is shallow, my tits wobbling as I shift awkwardly, my thighs, shoulders, back, neck all aching. Every move yanks my hair sharply and I bite my lip as my pussy begins to throb.

Settling on the sofa he puts his feet up on my bum, flicking through the TV channels. I shut my eyes and listen to the jumble of noise, licking my dry lips, my heart pounding.

An hour later, my body stiff and numb, his spunk dripping from my chin, he cups my face in his hands. “Do you want me to untie you?” I do, but I shake my head and he smiles slowly, kissing me deeply and licking my face clean.

Before Bed

I’m back home, D’s at his house, it’s drizzling and we’re tired so we settle for a phone call before bed.

D: What are you doing?

L: I’m giving sex tips on my blog and listening to Beethoven. 

D: (long pause) Which Beethoven? 

L: The last piano concerto. 

D: Your sex tips would be terrible. They’d all be about what to do if you get hiccups in the middle of a blow job or how to get cum stains out of duvets without harming the environment. What have you suggested?

L: *quietly* Something with balloons…

D: You see?  That’s not going to help anyone, is it Lulu?

L: So what are you doing that’s so much better?

D: I’ll have you know I’m lying on the floor smoking a spliff and revising neurological disorders of the peripheral nervous system.

L: You say that as though it’s an achievement…

D: I’m multi-tasking.

L: What are you wearing?

D: An orange boiler suit, flippers and a balaclava.  What are you wearing?

L: A Snoopy t-shirt and my dad’s stripy pyjama bottoms.

D: Take them off you filthy bitch!

L: *giggles*

D: Stop that giggling or I’ll come round there and thrash you to within an inch of your life young lady!

L: *muffles giggles*

D: Are you naked now?  Tell me what you’re doing.

L: I’m lying on my bed with my thighs parted and my knees drawn up. The phone’s on my pillow and I’m circling my nipples very lightly with the tips of my fingers.

D: You slut.  Are you wet?

L: Yes.  Wait, I’m going to suck my finger first, then slide it along my slit until it’s dripping.   

D: Suck it clean and tell me how it tastes.

L: Salty…and sweet.  Two fingers in my pussy now, slowly sliding in and out while I rub my thumb against my clitty. 

D: Get up on your knees and ride your fingers, I want to hear the bed creak and your tits slap against your ribs as you bounce.

L: *rocking impaled on her fingers* I wish you were here watching me.  I’d put on such a show for you.

D: What would you do for me Lu?

L: I’d ride your cock to Beethoven. I’d straddle you and squeeze your beautiful cock tight in my hot little pussy and grind it so slowly, screwing it in nice and deep to the slow movements. And then, when the music gets faster and louder and wilder I’d slam it into my cunt, slapping my buttocks against your thighs, making my tits judder and bounce until I was panting and dripping with sweat, my hair plastered to my face, my juices slick on my thighs and on your belly. I’d arch my back and throw my head back and howl for you.

D: *whispering* Howl for me now.  Cum for me Lucy, throw your head back and howl.

L: I can’t, everyone’s home, they’ll hear me…

D: Do it, I want them to hear you cum. 

L: No really, I can’t, please don’t ask me, I’m too embarrassed. 

D: God, you fucking bitch, you make me so hard when you beg.

L: *urgently* Please, I’m so close to cumming, please just let me cum.

D: I’m going to have to punish you for being disobedient.

L: Anything!  Anything, just say I can cum, please?

D: You can cum when I’ve finished telling you what your punishment will be and not one moment before.  Do you understand slut?

L: *meekly* Yes Davie.

D: I’m going to lay you across my knee so that only the tips of your fingers and toes touch the floor with your arse high in the air. I’m going to make you cross one ankle over the other – no spreading your thighs girl. Then I’m going to give you a spanking with the back of your hairbrush, nice hard, stinging slaps. You won’t know how many slaps you’re getting. I’m going to decide when you’ve had enough based on the pinkness of your bum and the loudness of your sobbing. It’s going to hurt. And now you may cum.

L: *still on her knees, flops forward onto the bed with her face buried in her pillow and gasps out her orgasm, fingers frigging furiously in and out of her sopping pussy*

D: Good girl. 

*click*

Longing for Release

Lucy sprawled on her bed, her face in her book, dozing. With the duvet wrapped round her and the rain drumming against the window she had lost her battle to stay awake through the causes of the ending of the slave trade. Elsewhere in the empty flat a clock ticked, a fat cat snored wheezily and the open kitchen window swung on its hinges in the sudden gusts of wind.

Afterwards, the police said that was how he got in. 

Gently, without waking her, he peeled back the duvet and looked at her body, curled around a pillow, one leg drawn up, her pink knickers stretched tightly across the globes of her arse. Her t-shirt was scrunched up, revealing the swell of her belly. He watched the curve and tremble of her breast as it rose and fell against the thin fabric, the outline of her nipple straining against it. He smiled to himself as his eyes travelled down her legs, creamy bare thighs giving way to candy-striped socks, pulled up over her knees, each toe individually sheathed in multi-coloured wool. Her lips were parted and her breathing slow and deep. Beneath her eyelids her eyes fluttered as she dreamed.

Taking the roll of tape from his pocket he slowly, silently unrolled a long strip. For a second he held it close to her face, watching her. Then he nudged her hard with his knee, rolling her onto her back and waking her, her eyes and mouth wide in shock, a scream dying on her lips as he pressed the tape to her face, yanking her head up and wrapping it round and round, covering mouth, her chin, her neck, trapping her long hair beneath it until all he could see of her were her frightened eyes and her nose, its nostrils flared wide as she struggled for air, her ribs crushed by his weight as he straddled her.

Her cries were muffled as she tried to twist and kick and push him off her. He watched her fight, her tits bouncing and jiggling beneath her shirt, her feet kicking the bedclothes and drumming against the mattress as she arched her back and twisted her hips. Gripping her wrists effortlessly in one hand he wrapped the tape around them, securing them to the bedstead. With one hand pressed flat against her belly he dragged her knickers half way down over her thighs, pinning her legs together. Then kneeling over her, admiring his handiwork, he slowly began to unbutton his cock.

Lucy lay still, her heart pounding, her eyes filled with tears as she watched. The tape pressed against her skin and she could only make tiny mewling, moaning noises. It wrapped tightly round her throat, squeezing it. She took shallow, panicky breaths as beads of sweat began to trickle from below her hairline and between her tits. She squeaked involuntarily as his cock sprang free and bobbed, stiff and quivering. She tilted her head, trying to see it side on, to gauge whether it really was as huge as it seemed looming above her. His balls were heavy and tight, the veins on his cock thick and throbbing, a pearly drop of cum trembling at its swollen, dark tip. Lucy flushed with shame as she felt her pussy start to tingle.

It was the tilt of her head that almost made him laugh. He spat in the palm of his hand and rubbed his shaft, smearing it with saliva until it glistened. Peering between Lucy’s thighs he could see her puffy pussy lips starting to swell and moisten. He toyed with slipping a finger between them and teasing her wetter, sucking it clean, tasting her saltiness. But he wasn’t here to play. Pressing the head of his cock between her thighs he began to force it in with a series of sharp little stabs, grunting as it thrust deeper, crushing her body beneath his weight, burying his face in her neck and smiling to himself at her muffled squeaks.

Lucy wriggled furiously, her thighs bound together, trying to open them wider to let his cock drill into her. She squeaked into her gag with frustration as inch by inch he gradually thrust inside her. His cock felt hot and rigid in her molten pussy and she longed to spread her thighs wide to welcome it in. Her squeaks turned to squeals as the last few inches drove home in a single thrust, splitting her open, deeper than ever before, the head of his cock battering against the neck of her womb. Sliding his hands up under her t shirt he squeezed her tits as he began to fuck her, grinding his cock into her, screwing it slowly in and out of her dripping, squelching cunt. Closing her fluttering eyelids, sighing deeply, Lucy longed to wrap her arms and legs around him, arching her back against his cock, driving it in, screaming at him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper…

Suddenly he pulled right out of her gaping cunt and kneeled up on the bed. Gripping her ankles he lifted her legs in the air, ripping her knickers away from her thighs and spreading her legs as wide as they would go, bending Lucy double and exposing her sticky cunt and her tight pink arsehole. For a moment he thought of spitting on her arsehole, forcing the head of his cock inside it while she screamed into her gag, watching her sob as he buggered her. But her hot, swollen pussy was too inviting and he slid back into it with a single thrust, her ankles over his shoulders now as he started to fuck her faster with brutal stabs. Each thrust made her tits judder and the bed rock, its headboard banging off the wall in time with the soft, wet, slaps of their bodies and Lucy’s muffled moans. Pinching her nipples between his finger and thumb, he watched her terrified eyes as he began to squeeze and twist them hard, his cock jerking inside her as she whimpered and squirmed. Bracing himself on one arm he hauled her t shirt up and slapped her tits, watching them jiggle and redden as his cock twitched in her cunt and, with a roar, he began to spurt gushes of hot spunk into her.

Lucy sobbed as she felt the spunk flood her bruised cunt, bathing it and dripping out, trickling down her thighs and the crack of her arse. She groaned as his hand smacked down hard on her stinging, tingling tits over and over until at last he had finished cumming and slowly drew his cock from her sloppy slit. Moaning to herself, she awkwardly rolled onto her side, curling her legs up, her tits pink from his slaps, her arms still stretched and aching. She didn’t see him reach for his discarded back pack.

Opening it, he took out the bottle of lube and shook it. Inside, the little cubes of cut ginger danced around, slowly infusing the lube with their maddening, tingling juices. He drizzled it onto the tool in his hand until it was slick. The dildo was long and flexible, composed of a series of balls, each bigger than the next, the smallest the size of a grape, the largest the size of his fist. He lay on the bed behind Lucy, his body curled around hers, one hand on her hip to hold her still. With the other hand he pressed the tip of the dildo to her arsehole. Lucy twitched, exhausted, and whimpered as the first ball slid inside her. Firmly he pressed it home, one ball at a time, watching them slide inside and holding his breath to listen to her gasps. He grinned as the ginger began to seep into her flesh and Lucy started to squirm, moaning. As the balls grew bigger her struggling became more desperate and her whimpering more pathetic. His cock stiffened again as her buttocks jiggled against it and he rolled her onto her tummy to force in the last couple of balls, the final one just resting against the stretched rim of her over-filled arse. Yanking her ankles, he taped them to the corners of the bed, sliding a pillow under her belly. Then unravelling the power cord, he plugged the dildo into the mains.

Lucy howled, her body jerking against her bonds as the surge of crackling vibrations powered through her stuffed arsehole. Hot tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks as she heard him laughing at her plight. He dug his fingertips into her shuddering buttocks and slid his cock back into her pussy, not fucking her this time, just feeling the vibrations against his shaft through the walls of her cunt. Gripping the dildo by its end he started to slowly fuck it in and out of her arse, watching it stretch open as each ball slid out, close tightly behind it then gape again as the next ball stretched it open. Lucy whimpered and wriggled, driven mad by it, desperate to cum, to scream, to do anything to stop this delicious torture. She buried her head in the bed and groaned into her gag as he pulled his cock from her trembling cunt and sprayed her buttocks and the small of her back with sticky strings of spunk.

It was growing dark when he made his exit. As he closed the door on her he took a last look at Lucy, spread eagled on the bed, her buttocks quivering as the vibrations flooded her, spunk dripping from her cunt and drying on her skin, her face turned towards him, her eyes glazed with helpless lust, mascara smudged across her cheeks, the shiny black tape still wrapped tightly round her mouth and neck. On his way out he idly wondered how long it would be before someone found her there like that – and what they would do with her.

In the gathering dark, Lucy sobbed and squirmed, rubbing her swollen clit against the pillow beneath her, longing for release.

Birmingham

Oh I’m wet. I’m in Birmingham for reasons that I won’t go into and I’m wet. I got caught in a huge thunder storm in just jeans, flip flops and a t-shirt (white, with a photo of my cat looking evil, in case you’re interested). When the first flash of lightning went off I stupidly thought I’d been flashed by a speed camera. I just had time to think, ‘But you’re not in a car’, when the loudest crack of thunder I’ve ever heard made me shriek and flinch. Of course I was walking along a stretch of the Hagley Road that’s lined with enormous great lightning-attracting trees at the time so I broke into a pointless little run, quickly taking off my flip flops and running barefoot.

As cars sped by they threw up huge sheets of water but to be honest they didn’t make me any wetter than I already was – even my knickers were wet by this time. I’d have been a bit self-conscious of the by-now-see-through state of my t-shirt except everyone else was equally busy running away from trees and drowning from the feet up so I doubt anyone noticed.

In the absence of home comforts like fluffy dressing gowns and sympathetic boyfriends, I’m wrapped in a duvet and waiting for the boiler to heat up enough water for a bath. In fact the only home comforts I have with me are a family-sized bar of fruit and nut chocolate and a vibrator. And if I can think of a way to combine the two, I shall be a happy girl. Sleep tight…

Shopping & Fucking Part 4

Lucy wept as she wrestled in the security guards’ grip.  “No, please, not again!  Let me go! LET ME GOOOOOO!!!”

They thrust her to the floor where she sprawled on her belly, her overall open and falling off her shoulders. A few curious shoppers gazed over from the checkout but didn’t pause from loading up their bags. Lucy saw the shiny tips of a pair of PVC boots before her face and she slowly lifted her head to gaze up at Ursula, wearing her overall again in the shop.

“You haven’t learned a thing, have you thief?”

“I didn’t mean to steal anything, I promise, but I was so hungry…”

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so sooner?” Ursula took the leash at Lucy’s neck and hauled her down the aisle, the overall slipping right off her as she crawled on her hands and knees, naked except for her harness.

“Please, you have to let me go, I’ve been punished…”

“Not until we’ve fed you.”

Taking a jar of honey from the shelf, Ursula perched on the edge of a freezer cabinet at the back of the shop. The security guards set out cones reading ‘Warning: Slippery Surfaces Ahead’, blocking off the aisle from curious shoppers. Unbuttoning her overall, Ursula poured honey into the hollows of her thighs and over the lips of her pussy, spreading it with her fingers to drip a little honey deep inside. She jerked sharply on Lucy’s lead and tugged her head between her thighs. With a resigned sigh, Lucy began to lick. The honey dripped down Ursula’s shiny boots and so Lucy began there, licking the PVC clean before lapping at her sticky thighs. Gradually, using only her tongue, smearing her face with honey, Lucy worked Ursula’s pussy open, plunging into it to lick it out, sucking on her pussy lips and on her clit, licking a trickle of honey from the crack of her buttocks. Occasionally Ursula would pour a little more honey into her cunt and make Lucy start again until Lucy was sated and sick and dizzy.

Ursula led Lucy, on her hands and knees, into the office and ordered her to sit down. Lucy sat meekly on the office swivel chair, too exhausted and humiliated to resist. Opening a desk drawer, she took out a length of soft white cord. Lucy flopped unresistingly as Ursula tied her wrists in the small of her back then wound the cord tightly around her upper arms, drawing them tight and forcing Lucy’s tits to jut out. She wound the cord around Lucy’s tits, crushing them against her ribs then, lifting each of Lucy’s feet up to rest on the seat of the chair, she tied her ankles to the chair’s arms, forcing her thighs wide and exposing her split cunt.

With a laugh, Ursula span the chair and Lucy moaned dizzily as the room span around her. When she came to rest, Ursula had gone and the store manager stood before her.

“So you’re the young lady I have to punish?  I think your rehabilitation programme is almost finished.”

“So you’ll let me go soon?”

“Almost certainly.  Just one or two final things.”

As he spoke he slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, kicking his shoes and socks off and stepping out of his trousers. Lucy’s mouth dried as she looked at his monstrous cock, twitching eagerly and jutting out proudly. She swallowed nervously as he knelt between her thighs, opening her cunt wider with his fingers and smoothly sliding his cock inside her with a single thrust.

“Please don’t…” she screamed.

“Screaming makes everything take longer. If you ever want to get out of here I’d advise you to keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told young lady.”

Lucy bit her lip and moaned as his cock thrust roughly into her. Her angle in the chair made the underside of her clit press against his shaft and she orgasmed, shuddering and gasping after only a few moments. Pulling his still-stiff cock from her trembling pussy, he pressed it against her arsehole, smiling evilly down at her and saying, “OK, now you can scream.”

“No, not there please!” she wailed.  “It’s too big, stop it! Stop it!”

She struggled furiously against the cords and against his body but to no avail.

“Keep fighting it slut, keep fighting,” he hissed, forcing it deeper.

“NO, NO MORE!”

“You can take it slut, after all you’ve been through with my staff I know you can take it.”

Lucy screwed her eyes shut and took it.

Lying in the gutter outside the back of the shop, her ripped clothes tossed out negligently after her, Lucy swore bitterly she would never come within sight of the supermarket again. Gingerly she felt the rope burns on her wrists and ankles, her arsehole stinging and her pussy bruised and sticky. In the distance she heard the sudden hum of a lorry starting up and she trembled as she thought of the hum of the machine, its brutal dildo nailing her remorselessly.

But in fact it was only a couple of days before Lucy found herself wandering the cosmetics aisle again. She slipped a lipstick – the scarlet lipstick Ursula wore – into her cleavage. As she passed through the doors the alarm of the detector bleeped into life. Lucy stopped, waiting for the security guard’s hand on her shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Shopping & Fucking Part 3

Lucy slept, curled inside a packing crate, a potato sack pulled over her for warmth. Her body was so exhausted that she slept dreamlessly until Ursula roughly shook her awake. She dressed Lucy in a tightly-laced PVC corset that scooped her tits up and thrust them out tremblingly. From its bottom edge two narrow straps ran between her thighs, outlining her cunt and arse and then joining into one strap that ran between her buttocks. During this humiliating game of dressing up, Lucy protested nervously.

“You can’t keep me here.  My father will be expecting me.  He’ll call the police…”

“Relax, your daddy won’t be doing that because he had a text off you last night to say you were staying with friends.”

“What!  How dare you!  This can’t be happening, it’s a nightmare!”

As Lucy raised her voice, Ursula slapped her, sending her sprawling onto the floor. “You’re going to learn all about nightmares.” She held a mask in her hands.

“What are you doing?” whimpered Lucy.

“It’s all part of the rehabilitation programme,” replied Ursula as she tugged the mask over Lucy’s head. It covered the whole of her head, her hair scraped trough a hole in the top into a pony tail. It came down over her eyes and fitted snugly round her neck, leaving only her nose and mouth free. The PVC was tight and squeezed her skin gently. Ursula attached a lead to a ring that dangled from the masks’ neck and yanked Lucy to her feet, leading her blindly over the freezing concrete. They pushed through plastic dust doors again and for one horrified moment Lucy thought she was being led back into the supermarket. But the cold air hit her skin and she realised they were outside the building. Ursula led her across a courtyard and into another building.

“She’s all yours.”

“What brings you here girl?” asked a strange female voice kindly. As Lucy heard Ursula’s footsteps retreating she hissed urgently, “Please, you sound like a normal person, please you have to listen to me…”

“Lie down on the bench behind you.”

“No, let me finish, I have to explain and…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” replied the woman with a new hard edge to her voice. Lucy’s arms were gripped hard and the woman brought her knee up sharply, winding Lucy as she connected with her belly. Lucy grunted and slumped back onto the bench.

“Behave yourself!” snapped the woman, jerking Lucy’s ponytail and pulling her flat on her back. Lucy squealed and kicked as the strange woman strapped her ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bench.

“What are you doing? Why?” sobbed Lucy. “What do you want from me? I’ll turn you into the police, let me go, oh God I’m begging you!”

“You can stop your blubbering right now girl. I don’t think turning us in to the police would be too bright under the circumstances, do you?”

Lucy strained to listen to the sound of squeaky wheels, a trolley of some sort being pushed to the foot of the bench. Her head snapped to one side as she heard the sound of a plug being switched on at the wall. The low hum of a machine warming up was the background to a box being thrown open and the sound of rummaging.

“Which one shall I use this time?” pondered the woman to herself. “Maybe one of my favourites, a nice slim one that will go in easily and deep? No, actually I think a really long thick one is what we need today.”

“For God’s sake!” cried Lucy.  “What are you going to do to me?  Answer me!”

The woman slid her fingers between Lucy’s pussy lips, parting them and Lucy shuddered as she felt the firm pressure of a thick, ridged dildo touching them. She started to whimper, “No, I beg you…” but her words were drowned out by the click of the machine being switched on, it’s throbbing vibrations, and Lucy’s own howls as the machine’s wheel turned, its piston thrust and all ten inches of the dildo slammed, quivering, into her cunt. Screaming she tried to arch away from it, straining at her wrists and ankles. The machine began to pick up speed, rattling on its trolley as it thrummed and pumped, driving unstoppably into her bruised and swollen cunt.

“Please!” gasped Lucy desperately.  “Please it’s too big, it’s hurting me…”

“Stop whining girl,” said the woman and Lucy felt her bend over the tormenting dildo, felt the cold drip of lubricant on her pussy lips.

“Now stop crying and enjoy what you’re getting girl.”

As the lubricated dildo hammered into her increasingly wet and sloppy cunt, Lucy began to moan and purr to herself, thrusting up to meet its strokes.

“Starting to like it better now girl?”

“Yessss, oh fuck yes!”

“Show me how much you’re enjoying it,” said the woman, fingering Lucy’s stiff and throbbing clit. 

“It’s good isn’t it girl?” She leaned over Lucy and kissed her deeply, their tongues fighting, their lips crushed together, teeth clashing. Pulling away, the stranger straddled Lucy’s face, sitting on it and wriggling her hips, smothering Lucy and smearing her face with juice. Lucy groaned as she forced her tongue into the woman’s cunt, lapping it hungrily, sucking on her clit and flickering her tongue lightly across its tip before gently nipping it and licking her from the rim of her arsehole back up to the tip of her tingling clit.

The woman bent forward, tickling Lucy’s clit with her tongue as the dildo flew in and out of her slit, faster than ever, feeling the vibrations the terrible machine caused on her tongue through Lucy’s flesh. As she started to cum she sat up a little from Lucy’s face, using her fingers to rub at her own clit and spread her pussy open, dripping juice onto Lucy’s outstretched tongue.

Lucy licked her lips, sighing as the machine was finally switched off, the wheel still spinning for a few moments, growing slower as the power drained from it, the dildo stabbing a few last times into her pulpy cunt. It took Lucy a minute to realise that she was alone. She peeled the mask from her eyes and saw the open door.

Looking around feverishly she saw the overalls hanging up on pegs. Taking one and wrapping it loosely around her body she fled on trembling legs, her thighs still slick with juice, running on bare feet across the courtyard, through the stockroom and blinking as she entered the brightly-lit supermarket. She had lost all track of time, not sure if it was day or night, dizzy from hunger. As she ran past, she took a packet of biscuits off the shelf, anything to satisfy her hunger. In her haste, she slammed right into the broad body that blocked the exit. Looking up, Lucy sobbed as she realised she had been caught once again by the security guards, now back in their uniforms. And again, she was leaving the shop with an item she had not paid for.

Shopping & Fucking Part 2

Lucy came round, cold and stiff, her limbs aching and stretched. She blinked nervously, her eyes adjusting to the gloom of this dark recess of the stock room. She twisted, trying to look behind her to understand what it was she was tied to. It seemed to be a huge metal wheel of some kind, part of the mechanics for moving shelf units. She shuddered, naked and terrified, tried to scream for help but no sound came from her throat at first. A few more tries and finally she broke into a full-throated scream.

“HELP!  HELP ME!!!”

“No use yelling,” said a voice close behind her. Lucy jerked in shock, cringing away from fist one, then another figure. The security guards had rid themselves of their uniforms and wore only leather masks that covered the whole of their faces, buckled securely at the neck, the eye holes a slit behind which their eyes glittered cruelly. She could no longer tell them apart. The one who spoke had opened the zip at the mouth of his mask, the other was firmly zipped closed.

Tremblingly, Lucy whispered, “What are you going to do to me?  Oh please God let me go…”

The first guard reached up, as though to untie her wrist. But instead, he grabbed the metal wheel and spun it round sharply until Lucy hung upside down, her hair streaming down to the floor.

“That’s much more convenient,” he laughed, and Lucy whimpered as she realised her face was now level with the two guards’ stiff, bobbing cocks, each huge and thick and quivering, flushed dark with blood, their balls tight, the first drop of cum trembling at their tips. The first guard tried to press the head of his cock to Lucy’s lips but she twisted her head away.

“Open your mouth, bitch!”

“No, I feel sick”

“You’d better do as you’re told…” Lucy looked up, shocked at the sound of Ursula’s voice. She had swapped her overalls for thigh-length PVC boots and a harness of straps that bound her heavy breasts tightly, offering them up before slinking between her thighs, splitting her swollen pussy lips and then travelling up between her round, juddering buttocks. Lucy felt a stab of shame as her clit throbbed and swelled a little at this sight. The first guard took advantage of her momentary distraction and, grabbing her firmly by the chin, he forced the head of his monstrous cock into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.

Lucy began to splutter and gag, choking as he steadily drove his cock deeper into her throat while Ursula continued to lecture her.

“…Do you have any idea how much petty theft costs the economy every year? All because of little tarts like you who never think of the consequences of their actions. So we decided that we would show thieves that their actions have consequences they’ll never forget. We rehabilitate them.”

Lucy struggled wildly against her bonds as his balls pressed against her nose and she began to gasp for air, her raw throat contracting against his twitching cock as she choked, saliva dripping down her face. Pulling back for a second he let her breathe in deeply before ramming his cock back into her throat, fucking it brutally, his balls slapping her face, her whole body jerking with each thrust, thighs trembling, tits bouncing. With a growl he pumped his spunk into her mouth and throat. As he drew out, Lucy began to cough his spunk out and it dripped down her face. Between her coughs she managed to choke out, “Please stop!”

“We’re not finished yet thief.  How long have you been stealing?”

Lucy went on spluttering and gulping down air, unable to answer. The second guard wrapped his fingers firmly round her neck to steady her before driving his cock into her throat, grunting happily to himself as her throat muscles closed tightly round his shaft in choking spasms. Feebly, Lucy began to lap at his thrusting cock, anxious to have the ordeal finished quickly, willing him to cum and end it.

“Well,” said Ursula, watching closely. “Are you going to answer?” Lucy gazed at her with wide eyes, unable to speak. The first guard stroked his cock as it stiffened again before sidling in beside his colleague and forcing the head of his cock between Lucy’s trembling lips. She moaned, panic-stricken, as she felt both cocks inside her mouth. Slowly they slid deeper, their heads rubbing against the inside of her cheeks. She tried to move her tongue out of the way to give them more room but only succeeded in fluttering it across the tips of both cocks. With a bellow the second guard spurted her mouth full of cum, followed seconds later by the first guard who flooded her until it dripped from her lips, stinging her nostrils and eyes as it trickled into them.

Ursula and the two guards looked down at Lucy. Her face was pink and smeared with spunk, glistening and smudged with mascara. Her eyelashes fluttered fitfully as her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her breathing ragged as her tits trembled.

“Let her down,” said Ursula.  ”She’s had enough for today.”

Shopping & Fucking Part 1

In the quiet of 3 a.m. Lucy could hear the strip light buzzing and the freezer cabinets humming as she aimlessly walked the aisles of the 24 hour supermarket. Unable to sleep, she idly picked up items from shelves, looking at them distractedly before putting them down and moving on. The supermarket was vast and almost empty, just a few bored security guards wandering up and down and a couple of girls gossiping and picking their nails at the check-out. Lucy trailed her finger-tips across bottles of shampoo and jars of lotions as she walked past the cosmetics shelves. On an impulse, she curled her fingers around a lipstick, swiftly nestling it deep in her cleavage before walking on, cheeks glowing.

As she turned the corner she jumped guiltily, gazing up wide eyed at the stern face of the security guard who towered over her.

“Excuse me Miss, I think we need a word in private.”

“But why?” stammered Lucy, taking a step back and squealing as she bumped into another guard standing close behind her. He wrapped his fingers tightly round her arm.

“Just come with us Miss.”

They led her through the plastic dust-doors into the stock room, a cold, concrete-floored room piled high with boxes and trolleys.

“That’s better, now that we’ve got some peace and quiet we can take our time Miss.”

“But I haven’t done anything, I…”

Lucy’s arms were tugged roughly behind her back and she was held fast. As she struggled the first guard slid his hand across her tits, cupping them and rubbing her nipples through the thin, tight fabric of her shirt.

“Hey, you can’t do that…”

“Shut up, I know what I’m looking for.” And he slid his hand inside her shirt, its buttons popping open, the lipstick dropping from her cleavage into his hand as Lucy’s tits sprang free.

“This didn’t get there by itself.”

“Okay, I took it but that doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to frisk me and…”
   
Lucy gasped as he slapped her face.

“You’re a thief and now you have to pay.”

Tearfully Lucy begged, “Please don’t call the police, I swear it’s the first time…”

The second guard tightened his grip on her arms and said to his colleague, “I think this is a job for Ursula.” They both sniggered and the first guard flipped the intercom on the wall. “Could Ursula please come to the stock room where her talents are urgently required.”

Lucy blinked away tears unhappily as she looked Ursula up and down. She was tall and curvaceous, her supermarket overall straining across her breasts and hugging her hips. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly into a pony tail, emphasising her high cheekbones and slanting green eyes. Glossy scarlet lipstick – the same shade Lucy had stolen – made her soft, wide mouth glisten and as her long, nylon-clad legs brushed against her overalls she rustled, each step closer an invitation. Lucy blushed deeply, ashamed to be under scrutiny by Ursula, with her eyes smudged by tears and her tits on display like this. She lowered her gaze as Ursula drew close.

Lifting Lucy’s chin with her fingers, Ursula looked into her eyes.  “Well, what have you done girl?”

“We caught her stealing,” the first guard brandished the lipstick but Ursula didn’t look at it, she kept staring at Lucy. 

“Maybe she’s got more stuff?” added the second guard.

“No, I swear, honestly…” blurted out Lucy. The second guard let go of her arms, drawing his truncheon from its holster and smacking it sharply against Lucy’s arse, making her shriek.

“LIAR.  You only talk when you’re asked a question.”

He grabbed her hair and shoved her forwards, bending her over a pile of boxes. 

“Please,” whimpered Lucy, “I’ve never taken anything else.  You’re hurting me…”

“Hand me the cuffs, she’s squirming too much.”

Struggling and protesting, Lucy’s wrists were cuffed tightly in the small of her back. “What are you doing? You can’t do this to me! It’s illegal!”

The first guard began to peel Lucy’s knickers down while the second kept his hand pressed to the back of her neck. 

“Let me go!  Right now!  Oh please…”

“We have to continue the search.”

Twisting her head to one side, Lucy gasped as she saw that Ursula was snapping a latex glove onto her hand. It glistened with lubricant. Stepping briskly over to where Lucy lay splayed out she said, in a businesslike way, “We’ll begin with a vaginal inspection.”

“Noooo! There’s nothing hidden, I swear…” Lucy’s pleas turned to squeals as Ursula roughly thrust four fingers into her pussy. Slowly she drew them back again until only her fingertips rested between Lucy’s sticky pussy lips. Gradually she eased her thumb between them alongside her fingers while Lucy sobbed. “No! No more, please! No more!”

“Shut up thief,” replied Ursula coldly. “Let me search you.” She forced her fingers and thumb back into Lucy’s cunt, ignoring her howls as Ursula’s hand slid in up to its wrist. As she slowly rotated her fist inside her, Lucy bit her lip, shifting her hips and breathing fast, riding the pain until it subsided to a deep throbbing pulse and her juices began to trickle down Ursula’s wrist. She whimpered as Ursula swiftly pulled her hand out, Lucy’s pussy gaping open for a moment.

“Now we move on to a rectal inspection.  Hold her arsehole open for me will you?”

Lucy wriggled furiously as the first guard’s thumbs dug into her buttocks, parting her arse cheeks wide. Ursula shoved two fingers into Lucy’s arse making her squeal and buck sharply.

“Enough, please!  No more!  I can’t take any more!”

“She’s tight.  Hand me your truncheon.”

“No, no!  You can’t…”

Bending, Ursula began to lap carefully at Lucy’s arsehole, moistening its rim and then probing the tip of her tongue inside it. Lucy moaned, her eyes shut, her lips parted. As Ursula licked deeper Lucy began to drool onto the boxes she lay across. She stretched her tongue out, licking up the saliva she had spilled, her tongue imitating the action of Ursula’s.

“What’s this?” asked the second guard, “No more protest thief?  You like Ursula’s tongue?”

Abruptly, Ursula stood up, taking the proffered truncheon and trailing her tongue along its shaft, spitting on its tip and sucking it between her scarlet lips.

“Go on Ursula,” said the first guard, “do your duty.”

Pressing the cold truncheon tip to Lucy’s puckered arsehole, Ursula began to gently press and twist it inside her.

Lucy struggled free of the second guard’s grip on her neck, throwing her head back, eyes and mouth wide in a scream of horror as the truncheon was shoved deeper.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

As Ursula continued to bugger her, Lucy’s screams grew weaker until they were barely a murmur. Her body gradually ceased to thrash until it just twitched limply. Eventually the second guard tugged on her hair, yanking her unconscious face up.

“Get her ready,” said Ursula.