Chapter 1
"Eat shit, you stupid cunt!" roared Clayton Summers as he forced the dark-haired girl's head into the toilet.
Vanessa Curtis had never felt more helpless. Clayton had tied her hands behind her back after stripping her naked. Then he'd dragged her into the bathroom. Not satisfied with this added degradation, the man was now shoving her face into the toilet bowl. The beautiful young woman's tits pressed into the coldness of the porcelain, and she shivered mightily, a racking, horrified shudder that had little to do with the temperature.
She was totally at the man's mercy. And there was no way of telling what he would do to her now.
"Please, Mr. Summers," she begged. "Don't do this to me."
"Admit it, cunt. You love this. Admit it!" He lifted the cord holding her wrists so tightly bound. This forced her even more into the toilet bowl. She felt the additional strain across her naked shoulders and moaned softly. Her nipples hardened as her tits mashed flat against the smoothness of the John.
Vanessa hated herself for responding like that. She shouldn't feel any arousal. Not from horrible treatment like this. But she was. Even her cunt was beginning to drool obscenely at the idea of Clayton Summers dominating her so forcefully.
The man's hands began running over her naked ass-cheeks. She shivered even more, and felt her illicit desires running away with her. She could hardly believe this was happening-and in her own home!
When she'd gotten the part-time job with Clayton Summers as a staff secretary and political research assistant, she couldn't believe her good luck. Summers was one of the most influential men in town, a politician everyone had pegged for bigger and better things. And she was working right alongside him on some of the most important bills ever to go before the state legislature.
She'd been a sophomore in college. She wanted to cry when she remembered what sophomore really meant-stupid, ignorant, uninformed. She'd been very, very naive, too, not to see the type of man Summers really was.
Just a college coed with starry idealism blinding her. That had been the Vanessa of six months ago. All that had changed, and she had ended up bound and bent over the John in her own bathroom while the big-time politico mouthed all sorts of obscenities. And she liked it.
The first time Summers had propositioned her, she'd almost fainted with delight. She could hardly believe such a sophisticated, handsome man would ever go for a gawky college girl like her. He'd gone for her and they'd fucked in a sleazy hotel all night long. She'd never been happier. And then the fucking became a regular thing.
More and more time was spent working "overtime" in Summers' office; then he'd suggested that she quit school, that she could learn more about politics working full time in his office. The beautiful young woman had jumped at the chance.
That's when his advances had changed. He began doing tiny things that put her down, made her feel small and stupid. And whenever possible, while fucking her, he'd tell her she was lousy in bed, that a two-dollar whore fucked better.
But the dark-haired girl hadn't minded. The feeling of power being with Clayton Summers still thrilled her. No matter how rotten he was to her, she knew he kept coming back because she was dynamite in bed. She'd actually thought that until tonight.
As she went down on him, he complained, "You silly bitch, don't you know how to give real head?"
"Wh-what do you want me to do, Clayton?" she asked.
"For starters, call me master. And dammit, I want you to suck my cock like you mean it! None of this half-assed blowjob you're trying to give me. Here!"
He laced his fingers through her long black hair and thrust hard with his hips. She almost gagged as the prick shot off the roof of her mouth and embedded itself next to her tonsils. She choked.
And that was when Summers went wild. He slapped her hard. She still felt the burning marks of his fingers on her milky white cheek. And then he ripped the light cord off a table lamp and bound her hands behind her back. Not content with doing all this to her, he dragged her like a sack of potatoes into the bathroom where he forced her head down into the bowl.
"I'm going to teach you how a real man like me fucks. I want you to try and learn something from this. Do you understand, you shit-eating slut?"
"Clayton, please don't do this to me. Please!"
"You didn't call me master," he said in a low, quiet voice that shocked her more than if he'd screamed and ranted at her. Vanessa
I didn't know what to do, so she went along, not that she had any other choice, bound and helpless as she was.
"Master," she said, her voice trembling, "what did I do wrong?"
"Everything. I must punish you."
"For what?"
"For this!" His finger dived between her slender thighs and forced its way up into her juicy cunt. She gasped when he began finger fucking her damp pussy.
"Please, Master, I can't help it!"
"I'll show you what a real man wants."
"W-we can fuck! In the bedroom!" Vanessa felt her face just inches away from the water in the toilet bowl. She hardly dared to open her eyes and actually look. When Summers flushed the toilet, she screamed. She couldn't help herself.
"Yeah, the bedroom," snorted Summers, "and then you fuck missionary style. And you with the most fuckable-looking ass in the world. God, I never saw a woman with an ass like yours, just begging to be corn-holed. The way you roll those hips when you walk around the office could give a bronze statue a hard-on."
"C-corn-holed?" she stuttered.
"Get that sweet ass of yours up in the air, and I'll show you."
Vanessa felt as if she were paralyzed. She was rooted to the floor. She wasn't able to think or talk or move. Summers moved behind her and began to stroke the taut, trembling globes of her creamy white, virginal ass-cheeks.
"What is it you want?" demanded Summers. Coming from him, the demand turned her on. There was no reason for it to, but it did. This was the man who had tied her up and forced her head into the toilet, and yet it turned her on. Vanessa began sobbing quietly.
"I...I want you to fuck my cunt. With your c-c-cock!" she stammered. "Fuck me good!"
Once the "dirty" words had been said, it opened up the flood gates of her desire. She felt her pussy turning sopping wet from lust now. Nothing less than him fucking her would put out the flames of passion burning her up inside.
Summers dropped down behind her and flushed the toilet one more time. She cried openly now and didn't care. She loved Clayton. She'd do anything for him, no matter how depraved, no matter how perverted. He was so powerful, so dominant, so strong. And the political influence he wielded turned her on even more. He was one of the few men in the entire state who got things done politically.
"Bend forward," he ordered. She did as he instructed, then felt strong hands ripping at her ass. She moaned and tried to stop him. But his passion was too strong, and her own needs were to great. He had his fingers around her trim waist like steel bands holding her in place. Then, almost as an afterthought, he dropped the wooden toilet seat lid on her head. This effectively imprisoned her and kept her from moving round much.
Angry welts appeared around her waist from the man's grip, but the beautiful young woman didn't notice. Desire filled her, not fear or pain. She had to take his prick all the way up her cunt. She had to!
"Fuck me good!" she repeated. "Oh, God, how awful it's been without you."
"This is what I want," Summers said. His hands caressed the rounded ass-cheeks presented to him. The silky smooth skin flowed like liquid under his hands. The man's erect cock pulsed hot and near her own needy, naked ass flesh.
He decided to explore a little of this unknown territory belonging to his secretary. Summers shoved one hand into the deep crevice between the slabs of ass meat. Vanessa groaned at the sudden intrusion but said nothing. Desire robbed her of speech. Summers' finger searched up and down the humid canyon of her ass looking for-what?
Vanessa felt her cunt drooling at the thought of what Summers hunted for. He was going to stuff his finger up her ass-hole!
Summers finally found the puckered little ass-hole at the bottom of the dank canyon between the girl's ass-cheeks. His finger diddled and played with the tightly-held muscle for a few minutes. Vanessa couldn't relax enough to let the man's finger up her ass-hole.
"Relax!" he ordered. It did no good. She felt her muscles tightening in spite of her own needs. Everything he'd done to her made her sure she couldn't relax. The wire binding her wrists had already cut off circulation to her hands, and the toilet seat lid forced her head down into the dark toilet bowl. Relax? Impossible!
His hands gripped her around the waist as he dropped to his knees behind her. The dark-haired girl couldn't see what the man was doing. Then she felt his fingers dive into the crevice of her ass again. When he pulled, the girl thought he was trying to yank her apart.
"Ohhhh! Clayton, stop! Please, noooo!"
The man didn't even pay attention to what Vanessa was saying. He saw his objective--the tightly-held door of her ass-hole.
Summers pressed his face forward, his tongue darting out. When his wet tongue touched Vanessa's ass-hole, a jolt of sexual electricity volted throughout her young, trim body. It felt like someone had slammed a sledgehammer into the base of her spine. She groaned and bent forward, needing more.
Clayton Summers' agile tongue twirled around and around until he wormed his way into her ass-hole. The tight pink muscle of her ass-hole gave up the struggle. His tongue shot a full inch up the dark-haired girl's ass-hole. He wiggled his tongue back and forth, feeling her inner membranes ripple against the tip of his tongue.
This was living! And this was just the start!
Summers could hardly wait to stuff his prick into this virgin-tight ass-hole and fuck Vanessa up the ass.
Vanessa was yelling and crying out piteously now. "Don't do it, Master! Don't! I'm begging you!" No one had ever fucked her ass-hole before. She was sure it would rip her apart. Summers' tongue up her ass felt good. But she knew that was just the beginning. He'd want to do more, lots more.
And it would hurt bad.
Summers called out, "Shut your shit-eating, fucking mouth, bitch. I'll do what I want to you. Or I'll toss you into the street mother-naked. How'd you like to explain how you ended up bare-ass out in the middle of the city?"
The words thrilled the beautiful young woman. The man was in command of the situation. He was telling her everything would be okay if she'd let him do with her what he wanted. And the dark-haired girl knew that this was the least of what he could do. He wielded power with the police department, more power than just fixing a speeding ticket. He could get her tossed in the slammer for prostitution or fucking a dog or any charge he happened to mention. And the judge would go along with it. Clayton Summers had that kind of power.
Vanessa couldn't relax. The feathery feel of Summer's tongue in her ass-hole made sure of that. Everything the man did turned her on even more until she was shivering like a bowl of jello in a monstrous sexual earthquake.
"Master, fuck me! But in the cunt! In my pussy! Not up my ass-hole!"
"And I said shut up!" the man snapped. He went back to licking and tonguing the entire area around the dark-haired girl's ass-hole. This was exciting him. Her protests turned him on more than he'd been in a long time. He wondered what it would be like, fucking her while she was begging him to stop. She'd say anything he wanted just to please him, Summers was sure.
But right now, he had other things on his mind-and at the tip of his tongue.
His tongue flashed out and lapped up and down the deep canyon of the beautiful young woman's ass. The heavy slabs of ass flesh on each side of his face were smoothly muscled. He knew that once he got his cock sliding in and out of her ass-hole, Vanessa wouldn't beg him to stop. She'd beg him to fuck her all the harder.
Properly lubricated with his spit, Summers studied his handiwork. The little puckered ass-hole glistened wetly. But his cock was still dry. There wasn't much he could do about that except...
Summers stood again, his hands firmly gripping Vanessa's waist to keep her from moving. With a sudden stab of his pelvis, he sent his cock into her cunt from behind.
"Unnghhhhh!" she uttered.
Summers swallowed hard. His cock was suddenly surrounded by that incredibly tight, clinging, hot cunt. He twisted up and down to make sure he was fully inside that blast furnace-hot cunt. He let the girl's pussy juices soak into his cock. He rotated his hips, stirring around in her pussy like a spoon in a cooking pot.
When he was sure he'd taken just about all the cunt juices he could, Summers slowly pulled out. The man surveyed his prick. It seemed to glow with phosphorescent paint in the light. It was ready for its trip up an even tighter and hotter passageway into Vanessa's wanton body.
Summers' fingers spread Vanessa's ass-cheeks wide again. The girl was crying out for mercy. She'd find none from Clayton Summers. He knew she would really get off on this when he got in and started fucking her ass. But until then, she'd just have to put up with the little pain he was giving her. Who knows? She might even get to like the pain!
His prick moved slowly between the massive chunks of her ass. He felt the intense heat from Vanessa's excited ass, the ponderous weight that could crush down on his cock if he let up on the pressure he was exerting with his fingers.
The very tip of his prick found the still-puckered ass-hole. Summers pushed lightly against the muscle of her ass-hole until he felt it begin to give just a little. That reluctant pink ass-hole wouldn't relinquish passage easily, not to this massive male cock waiting to go sailing up the beautiful young woman's tightest hole, her ass-hole.
Summers began to exert pressure. His hips didn't ram forward like a battering ram. He wasn't fully inside the girl's ass-hole yet. The impassioned fucking would come after the ass-hole relaxed and let him all the way in. The inexorable pressure made Vanessa howl for him to stop.
The horny politician felt her ass-hole begin to give in to his pressure. Suddenly, the entire crown of his prick vanished up the dark-haired girl's ass-hole. Knowing he'd done what he had set out to do, Summers slammed his hips forward as hard as he could.
"Aieeeee!" screamed the woman. "Oh, Christ!" She felt her ass invaded by his massively thick, long prick. Summers must have ripped her to bloody shreds. He had to have smashed into delicate tissues and left her wrecked inside. Her innards felt spread and stretched and pulled in all sorts of kinky directions from his hard-fucking cock. It wasn't natural, fucking like this.
Vanessa had never been buggered before. She had no idea of the pain involved. It was worse than anything she'd ever felt before. Even when she'd lost her cherry on her fourth date, the pain hadn't been this intense. And the humiliation of being sodomized while bound and helpless with her head in a toilet made it even worse for her. It brought home how truly powerless she was against Clayton Summers.
Tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't help it. It felt like his prick would completely destroy her guts. His mighty cock was surging back and forth in a tunnel too small for its huge girth. Summers was intent on fucking her ass-hole no matter how badly it hurt her.
The man wasn't aware that the beautiful young woman was in any pain at all. He'd caught his breath after he'd managed to work his cock into her ass-hole. The heat boiling out of Vanessa's guts had been like a furnace door opening. When he shoved his cock full length up her ass-hole, he felt like he'd fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot lava.
The female flesh around his cock was tight and didn't stretch very much. Tighter and hotter than any cunt, this sexual paradise did wondrous things to his cock. He felt like the intense heat might burn his prick to a nubbin. But he quickly got rid of that thought in the most delightful way possible.
He started fucking the jet-black-haired girl's ass as fast and furious as he could.
Each trip up her impossibly tight ass-hole created more friction. That warned Summers' balls and set his loins to blazing. His insides felt like they were tumbling and churning with desire. He had to keep fucking this wonderful chick's ass-his new loving secretary-or he'd go out of his skull with simple lust.
"God, goddamn, you're tight!" he bellowed. His hips pounded her ass-cheeks. He felt the silky smooth expanse of ass flesh under his upper thighs. Summers rubbed up and down.
And he immediately thought his cock was going to break off inside the dark-haired girl. She was tight, damned tight!
After he'd made a few quick strokes up and down her ass, Vanessa found she could relax a little. It wasn't as bad as she thought originally. In fact, it was beginning to excite her. There had never been any man who'd wanted to ass fuck her before. And she'd somehow gotten it into her head that getting buggered was sinful.
How could anything this much fun be sinful?
She shivered even more thinking that this was not only her first time getting her ass fucked, it was also the first time she had been tied up like this, then abused so mercilessly.
But Vanessa wasn't going to stop. Not now. Not knowing how Summers built her sexual tensions and could release them. She needed that total physical and emotional release she got from fucking a man so intimately involved with true political power.
She began using her muscles to torment Summers. When his cock seared into her belly, Vanessa clamped down with all the power she could summon up. Summers' grunt told her she was succeeding in giving him measure for measure of pleasure.
His prick seemed to expand within the tightness of her ass. She felt the thick, purpled hood on the end of his cock grow and throb with added lust. The big blue vein on the topside of the man's cock stood out in bold relief, so big that she fancied she felt the vein as his prick came and went along her sensitive ass flesh.
Summers was beginning to fuck her faster. Vanessa clamped down with her ass muscles just as orgasm smashed into her tender young body.
Summers cried out as the ponderous slabs of well-muscled ass flesh grabbed at his cock. That was it for him. He shot himself balls deep up her ass and let the surging tide of his jism erupt.
His cock bounced and shook inside her impossibly tight ass-hole. He knew that she was going through another orgasm as his creamy load jetted into her. It didn't matter to him. His own climax was driving him to the pinnacle of ultimate human experience.
All too soon, he fell back exhausted. He'd just fucked the best ass-hole he'd ever found-and it was his secretary's. And he'd loved every second of it. Summers vowed that he'd do it again and that he'd last longer. Lots longer. He'd fuck her until she couldn't stand it any more. Then he would show his power over her by fucking her some more.
As for Vanessa, the beautiful young woman managed to get her head out of the toilet and fell over on her side, her hands still securely fastened with the light cord. Her body shivered delightedly at the release he had given her. She had been needing sex like this for a long time-too long. But why did she have to find it in such a kinky way?
Vanessa wanted to cry but felt too good for that.