Pages
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Patreon Monthly Mini | Captured Cunt
She knelt on the entrance rug, naked. Her task
was to wait for his return, however long it took. The air in the room swept
lazily along the basement’s cement walls before sweeping across her naked skin.
It chilled her, rose the goosebumps across her breasts and forearms, but she
dared not to put anything on. He didn’t like finding her clothed.
How many months had it been since he brought her
here? She tried to recall it, but everything was a haze. The initial anxiety
and fear was still there from when he grabbed her in that subway station and
clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. Still there, but distant, and
now mixed with something more. A certain thrill invaded the hatred she held for
her captor, a man whom she’d never met before and yet seemed to know her every
secret and desire.
Now she knelt on his rug, in his world, far away
from her own. Time, place – it didn’t matter anymore. Only he mattered. When he
called, when he left… And when he came. There were his footsteps, coming down
the wooden steps, and then the click of the deadbolt locks arrayed along the
door. She straightened up as a bolt of strange excitement coursed through her,
and watched the brass doorknob turn.
He had come, just as he said he would.
“Ah, right where I left you.”
Not even the air could chill the cold aura his
greyish-blue eyes gave. The man wore a black suit, its professional strictness
hiding the raw bestial muscle and sinew he cultivated beneath. A predator in
hiding, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She met his gaze as best she could,
still as an autumn leaf trying to hold on against the breeze.
“Lets see if you deserve my gift today…” he said.
He stripped off his outer coat and laid it across the workbench counter. The
worn floorboards creaked beneath his step, their age showing beneath his
polished boots.
“Have you groomed yourself, Cunt?”
‘Cunt’. That was her name now. What is was before
didn’t matter, not to him. The way his fingers laced through her hair, his warm
fingertips grazing her scalp, made her head nod under a volition not her own.
He passed behind her and hummed.
“Good. You’re learning well enough. Still refusing
your full meal though…”
She glanced over towards her food bowl. Half of
this morning’s meal still sat in it. The smell of the roasted turkey and spiced
stuffing had bothered her all day. Still it was her way of protesting her
captivity, to leave as much of his meal rejected as she could despite her
craving for all of his offerings.
“Why torture yourself, Cunt? That’s my pleasure to
enjoy, not yours.”
He nudged the steel bowl closer with his boot. Its
savor wafted up into her nose. Enticing, delicious. Her eyes fluttered and her
stomach grumbled. But she averted her eyes and dragged them back up to stare
into his.
“Hmph, willful still. I like that spirit, if not
its direction.”
The bowl slid back under the workbench with a
flick of his foot, and he stood in its place. He grasped the back of her neck,
working his fingers into her straining muscles in an idle way as he reached
over to his suit jacket on the bench. A box appeared in his hand, a polished
black one with a hinged lid.
“Do you know what this is?”
She looked at the box. It was dark purple,
polished till it shone. Jewelry of some kind. Still she wasn’t allowed to say a
word. Speaking was not what a good Cunt was for. That was a painful lesson to
learn, and her pussy quivered at the memory of all those whippings. So she
shook her head, and that was enough for him.
“Of course you wouldn’t. But you will enjoy it.”
He thumbed the edge of the box, keeping his tight hold on the back of her neck
as the lid flicked open. Inside there was a crimson-red choker – no, not a
choker, but a collar with a silver-plated tag on its front. On it was etched
her name.
“Cunt.
See, so no one forgets your name,” he said. She stared at it. That strange
thrill passed through her heart again, thumping and seeping down through her
belly to pool between her legs. A frown touched her lips, but her thighs clenched
together. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself without his permission, but she
was desperate to. None of this escaped him either.
“Not that you or I would forget, hmmm? But soon
enough I’ll be showing you off, if you are a good Cunt for me.”
As he spoke he took the soft leather from its box
and wrapped it about her neck. The fitting was snug, not too tight yet
impossible to ignore. She swallowed as felt the cool metal of the front jilt
against her throat.
“Ahhh, such a pretty Cunt you are. Now, stand.”
She complied, her body moving without even giving
it a thought. She poised herself on her heels, feet together, arms at her
sides. There was no more shame she was allowed to feel standing there, nude and
exposed. A Cunt wasn’t allowed to wear clothes without his permission. The thin
collar alone made her feel more comfortable, more sheltered and safe. And sexy.
“Good girl. Oh, I can see you like it already,” he
said, his eyes turning down to her unshaven mound. He liked her natural, though
well-groomed. His fingers petted through her soft bush and slid along her moist
nether lips. She sucked in a quick breath, but kept her eyes forward like a
good Cunt.
“So wet already. You haven’t been touching
yourself today, have you Cunt?”
She shook her head. There was a tension between
her legs that spread up her back. She tried to stop his fingers from delving
deeper, just for a second. But it was enough. He shook his head and clicked his
tongue before grabbing her neck and shoving her against the wall.
“Bad girl,” he growled, “Toying without me, and
lying to my face. Listen!”
He shoved his fingers into her tightness,
fingering her rough and fast. A moan escaped her lips as her hips bucked into
his palm. She did as he ordered though. Beneath her quickening breaths she
heard her pussy, sopping wet, schlicking loudly to his finger-fucking.
“That’s the sound of a hot and ready pussy, Cunt.
Why were you playing with yourself?”
Her mouth opened to speak, but closed immediately
at his stern tilt of his head. Instead she connected her eyes to his, her brow
uplifting in an apologetic furrow. Horniness began to cloud her mind as within
seconds his expert fingers were bringing her to the edge. She tried to
concentrate, but her eyes kept falling to his lips. Lips she wanted to have press
into her own. Like she wanted all day.
“Ah, I see… Willful, yet still so weak when it
comes to that. It is a weakness I’ve cultivated in you. Do you like being so
weak for me, Cunt?”
She shook her head, but yelped out when he shoved
another finger inside her. Her knees buckled and the sound of his fingering
grew louder. Electric shocks jolted up through her belly. A chill wave coursed
from her heart as her lie crumbled before his steady gaze. She closed her eyes
and nodded, and found herself biting her lower lip.
“That’s better. You’re still a naughty Cunt for
playing without me. But I’ll forgive you this time. Today is a special day
after all.”
It was a cruel forgiveness. Right as her pleasure
was near to climax he withdrew his fingers. She whined and jutted her hips out,
trying to recapture his dripping fingers. It wasn’t to be. They trailed their
cummy touch up her naked stomach and over her goosebump-covered tits. On her
open lips they stopped, giving her a taste of herself that he’d taken from her.
Obedience demanded she clean his fingers, and she did with that same needy
crinkle on her brow.
“You’re greedy, Cunt. But you’ve made such
progress so far. I think it is time for me to breed you.”
Her tongue froze against his fingers. Eyes wide,
the shock rattled through her entire body. Despite her heart pumping pulses of
icy fear through her chest and belly, the caldron between her legs frothed with
traitorous delight. She began to shake her head and plead with him with her
silent eyes, but he smirked and shoved his fingers in deeper.
“Mm-mm. No speaking. Cunts are meant to get fucked
in all their holes,” he thrust his quim-covered fingers back and forth along
her tongue. She’d acquired the taste for her arousal long ago because of him,
but even her own arousal wasn’t quelling her terror. He was going to breed her.
Fuck his baby into her. Tonight!
“Yes. I’m going to breed you, Cunt. I’m going to
inseminate your fertile pussy and knock you up…” He let up from her and stepped
back, lifting his head and lowering his voice. “Now, present yourself.”
Her legs began to move, automatically stepping
towards the bed where he had mated her again and again. But that was where he
was going to fuck her, unprotected. That was where he was going to knock her
up. The hesitation drew a growl from him and a sharp slap across her ass.
“Cunt. Present
yourself.”
She shivered and bit her lip, but fear petrified
her. Her fingers traced against her belly. It was flat, trim, kept that way by
his orders and the long nights they spent together. He wouldn’t leave it that
way for long if she touched that bed tonight. She opened her mouth, ready to
plead, but he would have none of it.
“Such a bad Cunt still,” he said. With a swift
motion he scooped her waist in and hoisted her from the wall. As if she weighed
nothing, her captor carried her naked body to the bed and threw her down onto
the plushy mattress. It took her a moment to recover and crawl back on the
sheets, away from the man who loosened the top few buttons of his shirt and
threw his belt aside.
“No no no, come here…” he grabbed her ankles and
dragged her back down the bed till her thighs parted on either side of his.
They tried to close, but he was immoveable. His pants fell to the ground along
with his undergarments, leaving his dangerous cock springing and quivering like
a warrior’s spear above her vulnerable fuckhole.
“There’s no getting away, Cunt. Not from me.”
He slapped his cock down against her mound. The
light fur there did nothing to dull the shock of it. It was bare, hot, and
already drooling precum onto her skin. Normally he would wear a condom or use
her mouth, but today... Today he was going to bury that babymaking tool inside
her wet and ready pussy. Already he was lining up, and she knew his member
would cut into her like a knife into butter. As those thoughts rushed through
her head he shocked her back to reality with a firm grasp around her new
collar.
“You’re going to give me a son tonight,” he said.
And as he did, he drove the tip of his unsheathed spear into her.
She yowled. Every time he entered her it felt like
the first time. His member was thick, its bulging veins running its length,
refusing to cease pulsing against her inner walls. As he jutted a hiss escaped
his clenched teeth. The cool countenance of his manner before evaporated to
reveal the monster just beneath the surface.
The sensation of his bare length piercing into her
was unearthly. Or was it what true sex was meant to be like? True, unprotected,
purposeful sex. He bottomed out and let out such a vicious sigh in her ear.
“Going to keep resisting me, Cunt? Even as I make
you pregnant…”
Gathering up her squirming hips, he pumped her all
the harder. It was a punishment he reveled in inflicting on her. His pelvis
ground relentlessly against her upturned clit with every few strokes, sending
shockwaves of his lust through a belly that tingled with an ever-rising need
for release. It didn’t take much until she gasped like a fish fresh caught in
the jaws of a feral beast.
“Cum,” he growled, not ceasing his relentless pace
even as she complied with a wordless mewl. A little squeal to accompany her
little death, her arms wrapping around her naked chest as spirals of ecstasy
erupted inside her naked belly. But he didn’t stop rutting into her. The
terrible ecstasy drew her hands against him, pressing against the unstoppable wave
of his hard stomach. Every muscle worked to dominate her, claim her, and she
couldn’t stop it. And he knew it.
“Good Cunt. Make that pussy ripple around my cock.
Yes…”
The viper of a man threatened to dump his poison
into her at any moment. His dangerous tool spit strings of precum into her
already dripping sex. It squelched, loud and shameless, as another raging
orgasm build up despite barely recovering from the first. Her eyes widened, a
silent plea for mercy. None was given.
Her orgasmic scream died against his lips, but her
body still jerked and shivered out her anguish. Her inner walls collapsed
around his ridged member. Every inch of smooth texture concealing the iron-hard
core of it submerged into her, every inch taken right down to the hilt in
rippling waves. It only made him pin her to the bed entirely beneath him, his
fangs shivering with his savage breaths just above her.
“This is breeding, Cunt. Embrace it. You’re made
for this. You’ll cum for me till I finish inside you. It is nature – your
nature, my nature, our nature.”
His constant stream of talk slipped past all her
defenses. They crept into her ears, to the places where he’d tilled the fertile
soils of her mind. His voice made her pussy twitch around his bare cock. It
made her nipples harden to diamond points against his chest. Despite the fear
and hate inside her, the flames of desire for him surged ever higher till she
wailed again in a shivering, shaking orgasm.
“Good Cunt. Cum nice and hard – It makes breeding
you easier.”
He pulled out and flipped her over onto her
stomach before she’d even finished. But her emptiness was filled again with his
savage lunge, his hips slapping against her ass as his hands reach beneath her
to pinch and tug at her nipples. The pillow beneath her face threatened to
smother her, but the lusty grunts near to hear ear promised to set her on fire
for certain.
“You’re made to cum. For me, for my sperm. In the
end you’re just my bitch in heat, craving to be fattened up with my seed.”
The images began racing through her mind, of her
stomach bulging out beneath her hands, her smooth skin taut and shiny in the
bright lights of his secret prison. Not being able to see her feet beneath the
fertile swell of a body not her own anymore. Feeling his baby inside her,
squirming, kicking. Growing. She howled and jutted back against his blows, only
to have her orgasmic hips pinned all the more surely to the mattress.
“Yesss, cum again! Your stupid pussy knows only
how good it feels to be fucked bare. That’s what a Cunt is made for. You were
made for my cock. Body, mind, and soul. Made to take my cock and bear
everything it gives you!”
He held down her flailing arms and gave the back
of her neck a bite. The sharp pain and restraint made her shake beneath him,
breaths mixing with gulps of air, moans dying in heady gasps for air. It was as
if nothing could fill her lungs with his cock shunting every breath out of her,
and still her pussy fluttered. It craved.
Yes, he was right – it wanted this. She wanted
this. She wanted him to cum inside her, to knock her up, to make her into his
breeding bitch. Her legs curled back till her heels spurred against his rutting
hips, his thrusts punishing her ripe upturned ass as she instinctively gave him
the perfect access to her depths. And as he knocked against the gates of her
womb, as she tilted over her ultimate peak, he growled one last time in her
ear.
“You’ll make me a father tonight, Cunt.”
He slammed entire length into her and with a
barbaric yawp erupted inside her. The world shattered completely for her. Everything
fragmented. Hard spurts of jizz filled her insides. Heated grunts puffed against
her neck. Her tits stung in his deathly grip. Stings of his short thrusts
burned against her ass.
Disjointed, cosmic pleasure burst from her very
core and poured out into places she’d never knew she had, in ways she could not
have felt before. Shuddering and panting, she succumbed entirely to him, to
this man, a monster who was more than her captor. Their eyes connected in its midst,
and he whispered against her lips.
“Take it,” he said, grunts accompanying each of
his warm ejaculations into her, “Let it happen. Get pregnant.”
Her eyes rolled, and all she could do was
luxuriate in her insemination. His heavy heat ground against her entire body,
inside and out, and beneath him she felt clothed. Secure. Happy. The feeling
could not have lasted long enough if even it was there the rest of her life.
When he finally pulled out there was a rush of his
spunk outwards. He’d filled her beyond what she knew he could make, and his
virile seed soothed her aching clit and mound as it drizzled down her nether
lips.
What was this feeling inside her? The hate, the
fear, the affection, all mixing into a singular, potent obsession. Everything in
her world, and even her world itself, was his. An urge to confess it to him
overwhelmed her, to tell him that she... Still she shivered and opened her
mouth to speak unknowable words, but he pressed his finger to her tired lips.
“Shhhh… I know you do. But no words. A good Cunt
doesn’t need to speak.”
Exhausted, she nodded. Her eyes fluttered and
struggled to stay open as he let up and redressed himself. She made no such
effort, not even to so much as move. Then he spoke again as his second tied
boot knocked against the floor.
“Once I leave, groom yourself and eat the rest of
your food. Make yourself ready for my arrival tomorrow morning, and every
evening and morning after that. And Cunt…”
He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, the
kind that could have melted her further into a dazed and happy puddle on the
bed. It was short, but in that one moment was her entire existence and meaning
as he whispered to her right after.
“Remember to make me a son tonight.”
He turned and left. The sound of his boots against
the old floorboards faded until the door shut and its locks clicked behind him.
And then, silence. Pangs of pleasure and nervousness echoed through her frame as
she rolled onto her back. Tentative and careful, she traced the collar around
her neck, and then down over the expanse of her flat belly. Not to be flat for
long. She dared not touch her pussy. It had a job to do for him, her captor.
Her breeder.
And in those twinkling moments before sleep
overcame her, she felt all her apprehension and fear swirl away. Instead there
was only anticipation to be on her knees again, sitting quietly and attentive
at the door. His beautiful, fertile Cunt to love and fuck and breed his
children into - All over again.
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Captioned Pictures | Various Artists #29
Lee Ann Wilson
Luke345
SkyBr
TriBelly
Anonymous [Mind Control]
Got some captions you want to share? Send them at DerrenGrathy@gmail.com
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)