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Ch8 Candy’s submission, epilogue
Candy had been quiet all week, but I could tell she was looking forward to more action. She had been quite brazen about this. So had Yukiko and Vicky, come to think of it.
Robert and I were in a quandary. Without telling any of the girls we met that week. There was no denying that we were having a blast with these three girls, that was a given. Yet this could be dangerous. The girls seemed quite excited to take this way beyond what we, or they, ever imagined. We couldn’t call this off, nor did we want to. The more we thought of it, the more we wanted to push the limits, hurt them. Actually we were very afraid of what we were finding out about ourselves. The girls thought they were exploring their submissive natures, and maybe they were. We were exploring something else and, we both agreed, it wasn’t pretty.
We decided to continue, but we wanted to give the girls a last chance to back out. I would try to push Candy real hard, and he and I would try Vicky’s limits this weekend. I came up with an idea using a Mexican friend, who worked at one of my companies. He had a really sick mind. If I couldn’t break Candy, I was sure Alvaro could. I would leave her with him on Friday, and Robert and I would go play with Vicky and see what could be done with her.
Thursday was a lot of fun for me, as I fucked her face, after telling her of my plans. Well not all of my plans, only what she needed to know. I told her that I would not fuck her pussy. She took it well. I told her that I will not whip her that night, that I wanted her unmarked for Alvaro; she seemed disappointed.
When I told her I would fuck her ass, and then fist it, she seemed relieved.
I had to strap her back to the ottoman for her to take my hand up her ass. She was unable to stay still. When I finally got my hand inside her, I was as surprised as she is. I removed her gag and straps, setting her free. Well, her knees were still tied to the legs of the ottoman, but I couldn’t release those one handed. She raised her back. Sweat shone on her body as she looked at my eyes. I lied down on the floor to take in the sight of half my arm up her ass. I could feel the spasms of her sphincter muscle, and her bowels inside.
She gazes at me with her hazel eyes. She doesn’t scream anymore, but whimpers with every movement, with every spasm. She seems to silently ask me something, what, I do not know. I nod consent, although I am unsure what she wants. She takes a deep breath, raises herself almost to my wrist, and plummets back on to her knees. As my entire arm plunges into her, she throws her head back and screams like a banshee. Then she is silent. She turns her head and looks at me, triumphant.
“I love you” She says “I want you to be proud of me”
She cleaned my dick and my arm with her mouth. I know I will break down and fuck her if she sleeps with me, so I tell her to sleep in the dungeon. I tell her not to wash up or rinse her mouth; that I want her to sleep with the taste of semen and shit in her mouth. She asks for my urine!
“I would die for you Simon, if it would please you. There is nothing that you might ask from me that would be too much, that I wouldn’t give gladly. I may ask you to tie me up, to keep me from escaping involuntarily, like today. I may ask you to gag me, so I can’t ask you to stop; but there is nothing at all I would not do, or let you do to me, if it pleases you” She says. She also asks me, in so many words, to kill her if I ever get tired of her.
I point to the dungeon. I do not think Alvaro can break her.
On Friday I sent her to Alvaro. There was a risk here. Alvaro might go too far. Hell, who knows what he can do. But if there was someone who could make her turn back, that would be him.
On Monday Alvaro calls me up at the office. He tells me how the weekend went. She is still in his house. Sleeping in the garage. “Patron” he says “She is a dear. She will do anything you want. She will let you do anything you want to her. She will even think of things that you can do to her if your imagination fails, I’m sorry to say you might not be able to fuck her pussy for a while; it is quite swollen”
“Can she walk?” I ask.
“She will be sore Patron but she can walk”
“I’ll send the limo for her at
* * *
I wake from a restless sleep on Monday morning. I am in the
garage, as usual. My pussy hurts badly, I look down, and it is covered by a
dressing, partially soaked in blood. I remove it. It hurts since it has stuck
to the blood and scabs that cover the labia. I only note some bloody spots
after the dressing comes off. I drink from my bowl and soon afterwards
Guadalupe comes to get me. I follow her to the kitchen. She offers to let me
use the bathroom, but I go directly to the cupboard, pick up the newspapers and
step outside. She brings me my pail of water, soap and towel. The cold is not
as bad today. That is a good thing, because it takes me much longer to do all
of my stuff. For one, the swelling in my pussy is so bad that I can only pee
with difficulty. Then I have to wash all the area, very carefully and very
gingerly. Finally I am done and return to the kitchen. Everyone has had
breakfast already. Guadalupe picks up a plate with two tacos and puts it on the
table. I know he wants me to eat them normally. Instead, I kneel in front of
the chair and look up at her. She sighs, sits on the chair, and inserting the
taco in her taco, feeds me in the way I’ve grown used to. As she comes for the
second time, she pats my head. “Putita,
After I am done, she hands me my clothes. I get dressed, bra, dress. I do not put on the thong. My pussy cannot tolerate underwear. She opens the door, and I see the limo outside.
“Adios, putita”
‘Adios señora Vega”
I walk painfully to the limo, where the driver holds the
door open for me, and takes me back to my new life.
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