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  “Stop fucking squirming, bitch!” he hissed, slapping her buttock hard.

  “Please, need to pee!”

  He slapped her buttocks, harder this time. “Oh for fucks sake, you filthy little whore!” he grunted as the chain made clanking noises and her buttocks were raised even higher. She felt fingers from the rubbery glove in the gusset of her knickers and realised that she was soaking wet as he pulled them to one side. The man’s cock slid up and down her vulva and she pushed her chest out as far as she could go in response to the exquisite feeling. Something dripped down the length of her sex before the cock moved back and forth between her pussy and asshole. She heard a bottle drop off to the side.

  “No, please Joe, not there!”

  She knew now that it was Joe and her excitement doubled as his cock found her anus. They had never done this before but neither had she done it with her husband. The only previous occasion had been in college and she had been drunk enough to allow the pain to wash over her.

  “Please, not there!” she said, struggling against the rubber bands that held her tightly in place. She sensed the slippery hardness pushing against the tight muscle of her anus and breathed in as the head pushed into her relentlessly. She knew it was him, far fatter than her husband, maybe slightly longer and always an intense experience. She wriggled and he slid in further.

  “Shut up bitch or it’s ten thousand volts for your pussy!”

  It was so hot in the hood that she was sweating now, shaking slightly either from the cold of the room or the feeling of the unseen man’s cock sliding slowly into her anus. She realised that he had applied lube which was why it had slid in so easily and she relaxed a little as the thought of torn skin dissolved away in her mind. She felt him pull out and whimpered with the feeling of loss from the extreme internal contact, of deep pleasure. He thrust again, this time as far as he could go and her head banged back against the board in an involuntary reaction to the intensity of the feeling.

  “Oh jesus!” she said as his hips mashed into hers. He pulled back out slowly, then pushed slowly but confidently into her and her thoughts of pissing disappeared as she exalted again in the feeling of fullness and wicked sinful pleasure.

  “Confess to me! Confess that you have forsaken your idol for your own pleasure!”

  “Joe, please!” she wailed, his thrusts rhythmic, deep and warming.

  “This is what you want. You want to swap your mindless twaddle for pure lust. Say it!”

  He grabbed her breast and tweaked her nipple painfully. She groaned into the hood, her breath immediately returned to her lungs mingled with the smell of the brown sack cloth. He had set up a steady rhythm now that was predictable, firm, authoritative. His cock would emerge totally now and again and he would pause, tease her anus then thrust in again, deep, uncaring, totally filling her insides. It was warmer, tighter and with generated far more feeling than she had expected. Her body picked up on the intrusion and translated it in to a truly sensuous experience, a welcome invasion. She thought of her exposure to him with her legs bound by some sort of rubber lops, stretched open so that he could see her pussy and take advantage of her anus just as he pleased. She was powerless to do anything except swing there, back and forth as he thrust into her, punishing her. The thought hit her that it should be Joe, but what if it wasn’t and she was really being degraded, attacked and raped by someone unknown?

  Behind her blindfolded eyes her mind misinterpreted the thought. She shrieked as she came with such force that she wondered why she could see lights in her eyes. Her whole body tensed as her rectal muscles clasped his cock and milked it for every inch of pleasure. She felt the spray of her come as it shot out from inside her, dripping down her thighs.

  “Oh yes, that’s it” he said. “Let it happen, come all over me, dirty slut.”

  Her orgasm shook her, tore against the rubber ties and stretched her tired limbs as she wailed and undulated on the old wooden board. He pulled out and thrust in again, the contrast between empty and full setting off another tremor of pleasure. She was bewildered, knowing faintly in her mind that she had just orgasmed, and so quickly, from anal sex. He slowed and stopped and she realized she was crying with utter relief that their deal, her rejuvenation, had been consummated. As he pulled out of her he leaned in and kissed her neck. “I’m going to take your hood off, then I’m going to fuck you properly.” As the rough material slipped upwards she looked around as her eyes adjusted and sensed him to her side. She glanced across and screamed at the figure in the devil mask.

  “No, please!” she screamed, her doubts returning full force as she tried to convince herself all over again that this was Joe and not some local tramp.

  “Shut the fuck up bitch!” he said, brandishing the cattle prod. She shied away with a look of dread as her eyes tracked its every move. Laughing, he walked to the chains and twisted the apparatus round so that she flipped over, her stomach facing the floor and her legs now parallel to the ground, spread apart. He ran his fingers over her pussy and slipped two fingers back into her anus. “Still pretty tight back here, slut. You need a bit more training!”

  She groaned and writhed as he slipped his fingers out and then moved his hand between her legs, pressing on her bladder.

  “No!” she gasped as she felt his wrist slip over her pussy. She turned away, noticing for the first time the two huge candles that looked like they had come from a church. The guttering flames danced evil patterns on the filthy walls of the basement.

  “Piss for Father O’Brien. Come on, piss all over my cock!”

  She tried so very hard to ignore the feeling but she knew it would be in vain. The first tell-tale dribble had emerged even as he had flipped her over and now his cock had left her backside the need to relieve herself was dominant once again. “Please, not now!” she wailed, as a tiny stream dripped onto the floor.

  “Yes, there’s a good girl, piss for the Father.” He positioned his cock between her legs so that she knew where he was. Ten seconds later it was too late, a steady stream turned into a torrent as she relieved herself with the feeling of the man’s cock hard against her clit. As the last dribble slid down her legs she felt his cock against her pussy and without warning he thrust deep into her. She wailed in surprise and then again with the intensity of the attack, the pleasure, the novelty and the knowledge that this was leading to ecstasy. As his cock bottomed out against her cervix he took her hair in one hand and pulled hard, forcing her head up and back towards him. Using her hair as a lever he thrust into her hard and set up a steady rhythm of strokes that gave her a small orgasm. Each thrust of his fat cock inside her pushed her towards the top of the old board and loosened the strain that the rubber placed around her wrists. As he pulled out her weight stretched the rubber again, gravity taking her, aligning her for his next thrust. He pounded into her with a strength that frightened her, his shouts, groans and language mixing in her ears with the creaking of the board and clanking chains.

  Minutes passed as his regular, painful thrusting continued with an intensity that suggested no end was in sight. He grabbed her buttocks, squeezed painfully hard and slapped her several times, laughing as the noise of impact echoed around the room. Her scalp had begun to ache and the ecstasy that she had first felt was turning into soreness, heat and an increasing level of exhaustion. She groaned louder as he pulled again at her hair.

  “You’re almost cured, slut!” he hissed.

  “Please, please Joe!”

  As if in response, his other hand found her anus and once again he inserted two fingers into her, deep, without care or concern for her feelings or ability to accommodate him. But with that trigger she simply lost control. She felt his cock inside her, the pain in her scalp, the fingers in her asshole and her body responded by gradually shaking until she came with a ferocity that threatened to snap the rubber holding her wrists. She heard him wail in her ear as he came and felt his animal thrusts deep inside, the pulsing of his cock and his shaking fingers in her as
shole. He continued thrusting into her like a maniac, pounding away at her pussy long after her own orgasm had dissolved into a sense of wellbeing and intense, warm pleasure. With one final heave he pushed as deep as he could into her and flopped onto her back, sliding his fingers out of her anus and letting her dank hair fall over her shoulders.

  They rested for several seconds before he slowly pulled out of her. A shiver ran through her, heightened by the sound of the chain as it clanked once again.

  “Joe, no. Please Joe, no more tonight!”

  “Shh, it’s OK babe, just bringing you back to earth.” Her legs came together and he helped her to stand up, then released the rubber around her wrists. “Come with me,” he said, leading her slowly to the other side of the basement. Her legs were weak and she was glad to sit down on a blanket that he must have put there before she arrived. He took another blanket and wrapped her in it then pulled the condom off his rigid cock. She was pleased that he had remembered and grateful for the blanket.

  “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.

  “A bit, look, there’s some wet wipe things to help you get cleaned up,” he offered, looking at her face. Her hair was matted with sweat and maybe a little urine, her mascara had run and her face seemed to have picked up dirt from the sacking of the hood. She looked like she had just had some rough sex in a dark basement. She pulled out a wipe from the container and cleaned her hands. His cock was still erect and she playfully wiped it clean.

  “That was amazing,” he said, smiling at her.

  “I was so scared at first, I couldn’t work out if it was you. Then when I saw that devil mask. Well, then I was unsure all over again.”

  “I think you liked not knowing. That last time I thought you would never stop coming.”

  “I know, I thought I must be peeing and pooping myself as well as coming. God, I feel so fucked!”

  “Linda! Your language!”

  She turned to him slowly and shook her head. “Joe, you were right. I keep going on about all this righteous behavior but it’s not what I think and it’s not what I want. I don’t even want it for my daughter!”

  “Do you think she needs a basement experience?”

  Lydia laughed and slapped his arm. “No, you know what I mean. I want her to be free to think, to experience life for herself, not get guidance from people who are now in jail.”

  “This is a big change for you, Lydi. Even over these two years you’ve changed. I can’t see how you could have kept up this sort of double life”

  “I know, but tonight sort of seals it for me. Which is what I wanted, isn’t it? I just want the real me to be out in the open”

  He nodded and wiped his hands, then pulled a blanket around himself. “Any bits you didn’t like?”

  She thought for a while then said “Nobody has ever fucked my ass. Never!”

  “You came pretty quickly though!”

  “I don’t remember, maybe.”

  “Oh you did, I could feel the pulsing of your muscles around my cock.”

  She smiled sheepishly. “I like your cock, it fits nicely with me.”

  “Did you like pissing on me?”

  She gasped and gripped his arm. “I couldn’t believe that I needed to go. I had peed in McDonalds only a few minutes before. But I was bursting!” She searched his face for any reaction. “But I did like being tied up in those rubber things.”

  “Good, I set them up yesterday and the day before.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t use the cattle prod though. I’d have fucking killed you if you had!”

  “It wasn’t real. You don’t think I would risk injuring you do you?”

  “Not real?”

  “No, just two bits of metal and a length of steel rod from the hardware store.”

  “Jeeze, well it was scary that’s for sure. Hang on, you were here working on this for two days?”

  “Yeah,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “We ought to get clean and leave soon.” He stood but she grabbed his thigh, reaching for his cock.

  “Let’s make sure this is clean,” she said, licking him as he hardened. She took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue over his length as he gripped her head. She batted his thighs apart and sought out his anus with her fingers.

  “Jesus, Lydia!” he gasped as she pushed slowly inside.

  “This is for next time. It’ll be my turn to entertain you and you’re going to get your ass reamed just like I did.” She pushed as deep as she could and then licked around the angry red bulb of his cock. “Maybe it will be me with a strap-on, maybe it will be some guy off the street who needs to earn a bit of cash.” She laughed at her thoughts and pulled her fingers out of him. “Either way you’ll cry before you come!”

  “Christ Lydia, you’ve changed, right?”

  “Maybe, but I think I was always like this, at least in my head I thought using normal language, but spoke pretending to be the voice of god. I’m so happy that we got to this point Joe. I really want to try out the new me, do you know what I mean, on my friends and family?”

  He frowned at her for a moment, nodded then kissed her. “Have you ever been with a girl?” She shook her head, not meeting his eyes. “Thought about it?”

  “Yeah, but that’s all,” she said, reaching for the torn blouse. She didn’t want to go over all that with him, she reserved the right to some degree of privacy.

  “That’s your next time then. Tied down with me and another girl. Young, lively, pretty. With a very long tongue!”

  “Dirty bastard!” she giggled, grabbing her underwear and holding them to her nose. “Oh jeeze, I must have been dripping! Lucky I have a change in the car.”

  “You’ll need to use those to get to McDonalds though.”

  “You going straight home?”

  “Yeah, early start tomorrow.”

  She dressed, pulling the torn blouse around her chest and using the two working buttons to make it half decent. He gathered his things and they climbed the basement steps. At her car she paused and took his hand.

  “Where’s your car?”

  “In the next street. I didn’t want you to see it.”

  “I’ll give you a lift.”

  She dropped Joe less than a hundred yards away and kissed him goodbye. As she drove away the streets maintained a monotony of dereliction, abandonment with a functional house scattered in between. After a couple of minutes of driving she had yet to encounter another car or pedestrian. A junction with a large direction sign loomed ahead and she was fairly sure she needed to go straight across. As she slowed for the lights she noticed a group of four or five young men hanging around an old building, laughing, shouting, looking for something to do. The building looked like it had been a four or five floor office building of some sorts with a large main entrance and peaked roof off to one side. The whole area was even more run down than she had thought and the men stopped what they were doing and stared at her as she pulled up to the red light. She looked straight ahead, avoiding eye contact, then right and left without turning her head. She could see nothing in her mirror but knew they were slightly behind her and to her right. No cars crossed at the junction while she sat at the light and in fact she could see nobody else on the street at all. She now realised that this was a very dangerous place to be, even in the daytime. She looked quickly left and right then floored the accelerator, streaking away from the lights to the jeers of the men on the corner. They sounded far closer than she had thought and her heart beat furiously as she slowed down from sixty to the regulation thirty miles per hour. The McDonalds was open but empty by the time she pulled into the car park, still breathing hard and increasingly desperate to get clean and leave the area. Grabbing her phone she was about to call Holly when she saw a text from her that had arrived almost two hours earlier:

  “can i stay the night at billys. her mum says OK. collect me in the morning sometime?”

  She texted back permission to her request which she had been fully expecting and was more than pleas
ed that she wouldn’t need to go out there to collect her. The toilets were empty and she washed her hands and face, then used warm water on her old knickers as a flannel in the stall to wash her pussy and anus. She threw all the old clothing away and spent the next five minutes combing her hair and putting her makeup back on. It wasn’t a great job and she could still smell urine from somewhere. With the windows open she drove back to her mother-in-laws, arriving just after ten.

  “Oh, there you are,” said Grandma, opening the door. They exchanged glances and Lydia smiled weakly at the expression on her mother-in-law’s face.

  “Yes, a bit late. Had to stop off for the loo at McDonalds.”

  “Ah, OK. Not the nicest of places, are they?”

  “No, bit smelly sometimes.”

  The banter fooled nobody and the ‘just fucked’ aura surrounding Lydia was almost certainly picked up by Grandma’s radar.

  Chapter 12 – Long Window to Love

  “This way,” said Billy, leading her out of the kitchen and past her bedroom. Holly watched her friend with her tight jeans and the pert little buttocks that twitched with each step. It must have been two years ago when they were together last, just before they both had to move house. It had been an end of 10th grade sleepover party and after only a few drinks they had gone to bed in the dining room while everyone else stayed in the lounge. Their sleeping bags were side by side and their friends had pretty much left them alone as they knew that they had been inseparable and it was the last night they would be together. As the music slowed and voices were hushed, Holly and Billy cuddled, then cried, rocking in each other’s arms. They zipped their bags together, shed their clothes and gently loved each other through the night for the first and only time.

  Billy’s lounge wasn’t very spacious but it had an impressive view of the apartments across the street, their little lights giving the feeling of a fairy-tale setting through the big floor-to-ceiling window. Holly recognised one of the standard lamps with the ornate lampshade, a couple of the large pictures that were on the wall and smiled at a smaller photo she remembered very well of Billy and herself when they were about eleven years old. After grabbing the TV remote, Billy slumped onto the sofa and patted a cushion next to her, smiling up at Holly. Scenarios flashed through Holly’s mind, instant evaluations of the past two minutes, the initial reception, their closeness, the little touch on her arm that Billy had given her when she had entered the apartment. The two years separation melted and she grinned down at her, kicked off her shoes so she too had just socks on and curled up against a cushion.