Alanna

I

He turned the car off into a side-street, even though the sat-nav said there was a mile still to go. It was late enough that the industrial estate would be quiet and he soon found a side road that led behind some factories. He parked up in such a way that the opened boot would block the view of any other cars that might come down this deserted alley-way. He knew he was being paranoid, but he had good reason.

He quickly shed his shirt and trousers, briefly revealing the satin lingerie underneath, before covering it with the dark red dress. He discarded his shoes into the boot, but decided not to put the high heeled boots on just yet. He scrambled back into the car and fitted the blonde wig and applied his make-up. He took a moment to drink from his flask. With what he had planned, being stopped by the police would probably be a blessing. He took out his phone and looked again at the message. Apart from the details of when and where, it was quite plain: “It will hurt; you will want to come back”. He took another, longer gulp of the bourbon and started the car up. Alan had entered the estate, but Alanna would drive the last mile.

II

Alanna pulled up outside the house, took another draught of bourbon and a deep breath, put the boots on and got out of the car and approached the house. The door was ajar. She pushed it open, called a tentative “Hello?” but got no response. She stepped inside and saw that the only light was over a table beneath a mirror. There was a box underneath. On the table was a letter with the words “Read this, bitch” on the outside.

Alanna opened the letter. The note inside read: “Strip to your underwear. In the box is a hobble which you will attach to your legs, and two sets of manacles. You will fix one to each of your wrists and the other end to the hooks above the door. You will stand there so that all of my neighbours can see the dirty little whore that I will be using tonight.”

Alanna, trembling, pulled out the box and did as the note instructed. When she placed herself in the doorway, the security lights came on, illuminating her for everyone to see. Part of her felt complete shame and embarrassment, exposed as she was in the chilly autumn air, wearing just the satin underwear, her face far too masculine to convince anyone. But part of her felt intensely aroused. Despite not having been touched yet, she was already being used in an intimate and humiliating way and she could not help but feel a sense of empowerment, in complete contrast to her real circumstance.

III

Alanna could not know how long she was left there. It must have been at least an hour and she was starting to feel exceptionally cold when a cloth was suddenly placed over her eyes and tied about her head. Rough hands undid the manacles from the door frame and tied her hands behind her back. Without a word, she was pushed along, almost stumbling to the floor several times. She heard the front door being closed behind her.

Alanna soon found herself being pushed onto what felt like a pommel horse without the handles. Her feet were tied to it and straps around her body kept her attached. She felt a harness around her head that was clearly attached to something as it pulled her head right back until it started to hurt. She started to cry out, but felt a hard slap across her face and a rough voice said “Shut up, bitch!”

Moments later, she felt something damp touching her lips. The smell told her it was someone’s cock. Unsure what to do, she hesitated. The cock was removed and she felt another slap, much harder this time. “No refusals, bitch!” said the voice.

When she felt the cock touch her lips again, she opened her mouth. In moments, she began to realise what she had let herself in for. As the rock-hard member slid into her mouth, it was so fat that it stretched her mouth to its limit. She almost gagged just having the first couple of inches inside her. Then she heard a sadistic chuckle and a warm, salty liquid began to fill her mouth. “Swallow, bitch!” said the voice.

As she began to drink his piss, she felt a sudden sharp pain across her ass. It took a moment for her to register the crack of the whip that caused it and the surprise caused her to cry out in pain, but the stream of piss against her throat caused to gag instead. At that moment, the cock in her mouth pushed forward, hard, slamming against the back of her throat, repeatedly. The pain was intense, the need to gag and the chocking sensation made her briefly faint. When she came round, she found her head had been pushed down and that huge cock was being rammed down her throat. Constantly gagging and with vomit only stopped by that huge cock, she had no choice but to scream in pain and fear for her life.

IV

It was only after she felt that huge cock throbbing deep in her throat and he had pulled out that she realised just how much it had hurt. Not just the pounding against the back of her throat, but the insane stretching of her passageway. The pain was so intense that she did not notice the vomit that was now released. The only thing that distracted her was the sudden invasion of her ass by an almost equally large cock.

Almost before she could scream, however, a cloth was stuffed into her mouth and tape wrapped around her head to ensure she could make no noise. Unable to see, she could not be sure how many men there were, but they kept invading her ass for hours. After about half an hour she reached the limit of what she thought she could endure, but they just kept on going. For an hour it was pure agony, but then she reached a point where the adrenaline began to take control. The agony remained, but she achieved a state that she could only describe as ecstasy. The pain took control of her, became her, turned her into an animal that only craved more pain. While her blindfold began to drip with her tears, there was nothing she wanted less than for the pain to stop.

Epilogue

It did, of course, come to an end. Eventually, it all stopped and she was untied and led back into the hallway. That voice said “We will call you if we need you. Do not disappoint us.”

Alanna removed the blindfold to find herself alone in the hallway. She put her dress back on and returned to her car, oblivious to the tear-streaked make-up stains on her cheeks.

She returned many times.

[Specially written for Fetish.com]