Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) (8 page)

Yet here she was, this paragon of women’s liberation, kneeling
on grazed knees, nuzzling the scrotum of an uncouth man in some ill
kept changing room in the basement of an office block. Emily wasn’t
being forced – she was willingly doing it, revelling in the action.
Her defeated sensibility whimpered, ‘No! No! No!’ but it was paid
no heed by Emily’s mouth which ate hungrily at the big hairy balls,
anxious to please and obey Her Nemesis Master. What would her
friends say if they could see her like this – worshiping a course,
foul-mouthed man’s balls, grinding her face against his dripping
cock while she did so, instead of biting the bastard’s gonads off –
for surely castration is what they would think the man
deserved?

Her Nemesis must have sensed Emily’s inner turmoil. He laughed
softly at her eagerness and gently pushed Emily’s head back then
aimed his hard penis directly at her mouth.

“Who cares what anyone thinks, Blondie? You’re my bitch, and
you do as you’re told, and that’s the end of the matter... Now I’d
say you’re warmed up enough. It’s time to try the throat
again!”

Emily looked at the cock so terrifyingly beautiful; then
panting out her need she opened her mouth.

The man rammed his stiff meat brutally between Emily’s lips.
Her jaws screamed in protest as they were pushed apart – the
muscles round the hinges aching. But Emily willingly opened and
embraced the hurt. She let the man pummel the inside of her mouth
with his cock, struggling to suck and lick. But the man plunged in
and out of her too fast to allow for anything other than passive
acceptance. Emily’s hands grasped for the man’s hips for support,
but made no attempt to fend off the attack - in her depravity she
no longer wanted to.

Once again the man’s glans battered Emily’s throat – his
intent was clear and his threat already made. She tried to relax
and let him in, praying that her body would not betray her. A hard
thrust and he went through. Emily heard a loud groan as her throat
was impaled and the man’s groin smashed into her face. Emily
struggled to stay relaxed – she thought her head might explode with
the effort, but she managed to fight off the retch. For almost a
minute the man held the position with his cock deep inside her
gullet. Fighting for control, she clung to the man’s hairy thighs.
She gripped for dear life - her lungs aching, desperate for some
air. As the seconds slipped away, she felt a dizziness approaching;
then unable to stop herself there was a violent retch. Claws sank
into the man’s bare thighs as she battled to get free. Her Nemesis
finally releasing her as she fell to the floor coughing and
spluttering, splattering his shoes with her regurgitated
drool.

He was not amused!

“Pathetic!” the man yelled as he grabbed the distraught woman
by the hair and dragged Emily to her feet. “I warned you,” he
continued, pulling her to the bench beneath the wall hooks where
his clothes were hanging. “My bitches get punished if they make a
mistake, and that’s what’s going to happen to you.”

Emily looked at him in horror as he left her for a moment,
lunging for his clothing where he found what he wanted. The thick
leather belt was removed from his suit trousers, doubled up and
held by the buckle.

“No! No! Please, Master. I beg you,” Emily entreated, but her
pleas fell on stony ears. His left foot was planted firmly on the
bench, bending the knee to create a platform with his
thigh.

“Bent over, bitch!” Her Nemesis commanded.

She wasn’t given the opportunity to obey or defy him. Emily
was thrown over the thigh like a limp rag doll, bleating out pleas,
begging for mercy which she knew would be denied. She ended up
draped with feet and hands on the floor, her belly curled round
chunky hairy flesh, her drizzling pussy wetting the inside of the
thigh, her ass to the right pointing slightly upwards, positioned
perfectly for the punishment she was due.

Clenching her teeth and every muscle in her body, Emily braced
herself as she waited on the blow. The wait was short, a few
seconds no more, then with a swish through the air the belt came
thundering down, hitting Mrs. Johnson across her buttocks with a
resounding crack that rifled round the room.

“Arrgh!!!!” she screamed as Emily absorbed the fiery burn –
the pain from the blow blasting through her jerking body – hurt so
fierce it that it defied all meaning. Emily had never known agony
like it before.

“Pathetic bitch!” the man yelled then he struck her again.
Emily howled and bucked, hands flaying the ground. She was sure
that her ass must be on fire – the burn was like a kiss from a
dragon.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Three viscous blows in quick succession
had Emily screaming wildly. She howled under the attack, bouncing
up and down on Her Nemesis’s thigh, tears flowing freely from her
pretty blue eyes. More rained down, the man thundering the belt
onto her ass, Emily’s tears forming a pool on the floor. Lily white
flesh turned to angry scarlet, which would take some explaining if
Les was to spot it, but Mrs. Johnson was too busy dealing with the
hurt to worry about that at present. It was a blitzkrieg of pain, a
snarling beast ravaging her flesh. Emily hollered and wailed, she
jerked and bucked. She fought and fought until there was nothing
left, and then she gave the apology that was truly
needed.

Grabbing his leg, she washed his calf with her tears. “I’m
sorry, Master. I truly am. I’m sorry I failed you. Please! Please!
Give me another chance.”

That was enough. The belting stopped. Emily didn’t see, but
she heard the belt drop. Then instead of leather, it was flesh on
her ass – a strong masterful hand softly stroking the hurt he had
caused.

“A first?” he asked.

“Yes!” she blurted.

“And will this be a first?”

Through her hurt she felt a finger invade into the depths of
her crack. It settled on her pucker to tease the little bud. This
wouldn’t be the first finger if he decided to enter her anally, but
Emily knew that wasn’t the question.

“Yes, Master... Not even my husband... You will be the
first.”

You will be the first! It was total acceptance of the Fate in
store. But then how could she resist Her Nemesis!

Chapter
7

“Say it again!”

“Please, Master... Please fuck me. Please fuck me up the ass
where no man has ever fucked me before.”

“You’re getting there, Blondie. I don’t think anyone would
doubt your sincerity. But what is it that you want, and I mean
truly want? Ask for it nicely and you just might get
it.”

From the floor where she now lay, Emily looked up to Her
Nemesis, who stood towering over her, with a towering erection that
was demanding some more attention. It was an odd question to be
asked, and it took her by surprise, forcing Emily to think when for
the last five minutes she’d just reacted: grovelling at his feet,
kissing his shoes again, accepting his cock back down her throat
and miraculously not gagging, saving herself the torture of another
punishment. Emily was struck by the irony of it all. She was a
woman with corporate power. She had the influence to dismiss
someone like this man yet it was Her Nemesis who had all the
control – down here in the basement he was the Master, and Emily
was the slave. And even now when perhaps a choice could be made,
Emily realised she didn’t have one – that was the true meaning of
control.

But a question had been asked and an answer must be given – so
what did she truly want?

For him to fuck her cunt instead – hours of rutting the way
nature intended with a portion of spunk fired out at the end, and
multiple orgasms for her? That would be a treat indeed, and one
Emily prayed would happen. If the power was with her then she
undoubtedly would have insisted that he gave her such an
experience... but it would have been empty, because the dynamics
would have been wrong. This was Her Nemesis, Her Master as well –
the power was his and he’d already stated what HE wanted. And what
Emily wanted – what she truly wanted – was to give him the pleasure
he sought.

“I want you to fuck me up the ass, Master. I want the pain,
and I want the risk... I want whatever it takes...”

“Fair enough!” Then that’s what you’ll get.”

Joining her on the floor, the man pushed Emily onto her back,
raising her legs and forcing them behind so that she rolled upwards
onto her shoulder blades. That hurt! She was used to a soft
mattress and less of the contortions. A blanket would have helped,
but all she had was the hard cement floor that was unforgiving on
her delicate frame. Her muscles protested but she did not disobey.
She held her legs open for him, keeping the position as Her Master
knelt between them and touched her pucker, teasing the pink anal
flesh with the tip of his index finger.

He snorted. Emily feared it was derision – her offering not
quite as the man had hoped – perhaps flawed in some mysterious way.
Emily had never felt inclined to check, so she had no idea what her
asshole looked like. It was sensational as it happens – a lovely
pink starburst next to a lovely juicy cunt. There was derision all
right, but not directed at Emily.

“God - it’s so beautiful! Best ass I’ve seen it a long, long
time... And never once! In how many years?” Her Nemesis
asked.

“Four,” Emily admitted, realising what he meant.

“Four years... with this at his disposal, and not even
slipping you a finger I bet.”

Emily didn’t answer that part. Once again she was too busy
dealing with a conscience – the trident bearing demon that was
determined to goad her. As she lay there on the floor, frozen in
disbelief that she was going to let this man fuck her unprotected
in the ass, another image flashed through Emily’s mind – the final
mental torment before the final capitulation. It was that of her
husband as he stood in the church beside her on the day when they
were married four years ago. She had made a vow and they had just
exchanged their rings. Les looked so happy to have claimed her as
his own, even though for the life of him he couldn’t work out why.
She had said she would keep herself only unto him. And she had kept
that promise up until today, in body if not always in mind. He had
treasured her fidelity. Emily was violating his trust.

What would Les say if he could see his wife now, her legs
spread and held willingly open while she waited for a man, whose
name she did not know, to stuff his cock into her ass – an ass that
Les himself had never fucked? What would he say as he watched his
wife and she made no attempt to push this man away? What would Les
say if he knew that his wife came willingly to this place and
allowed a man to use her in this diabolical way?

Emily had no answer. Her reverie was suddenly wonderfully
disturbed!

Holding her by the buns, pushing her further back, the man
attacked Emily with his face. He slurped at her cunt, lapping up
the juices, and he lashed at her asshole, coating it with
lubrication. His tongue delved into her gushing sex, flicking
around the folds, piercing her vagina. And he alternated this bliss
with the filthiest deed, sticking his fleshy tongue into her
clenching anal ring, relaxing the muscle and easing it
wider.

“Oh no! No! No!” Emily protested, totally shocked by the
depravity of the act. Then it was, “Yes! Yes! Oh My God, YES!!!” as
he resumed his deftly work on her pussy, feasting on the cunt like
a man possessed.

He flowed between the two like an easy river, meandering here
and there wherever it took his care. He made her sigh and he made
her cry; he made her soar in euphoria to the sky; then with a well
judged nip on her throbbing clit, the Master made his slave come
again, flooding her body with orgasmic pleasure.

And that’s when he rammed his cock right up her – eight fat
inches all the way up her ass!

Emily howled at the entry! She hollered in orgasm that came
with much pain. The stretch on her sphincter was an agony, battling
with the waves of utter bliss that radiated from her empty fanny.
She screamed at the depth – the incredible depth, and friction on
her bowels that had never known flesh. She yelled at the ecstasy
that was etched on his face – a violent ecstasy of a man making his
claim and satisfying his own lusty passion.

She screamed till the man silenced her with a hand firmly
clamped over her mouth.

“Shut it, Blondie! Keep the noise down or I’ll have to gag
you. That wouldn’t be good – I prefer to hear you moaning. So don’t
spoil it for me. That would only make me angry. And that would be a
very bad idea.”

Emily whimpered at the threat. Her asshole was aching, but she
suspected the hurt would pass. Already the sharp pain was ebbing
away. Her legs were shaking but she kept them raised and open. They
stayed open for the man, Her Nemesis Master.

Emily stared as the hand was removed from her mouth. She
sucked in a breath then let out a groan as the man’s cock started
to saw in and out, dragging her tightly stretched bowels as it did
so. He moved slowly and steadily, letting the weight of his body
lean into Emily as he rode his cock in and out. God he was big!
Emily had never felt so invaded and incredibly stuffed. She had
never felt so vulnerable – so utterly dominated. She had never felt
so wonderfully alive.