1 comments/ 37238 views/ 4 favorites The Watcher Ch. 1 By: ImaFantasy It's late at night, I'm totally exhausted from my long day and it's time for me to relax. I take a nice, long, warm, soothing shower. The warm water easing my tired aching body. I retreat to my bedroom and toweling myself dry, I look out the window, noticing a full, silver moon. Its soft glow shining down making the night almost like day. I decide to open my window to share my evening with the warm summer wind. As I stand there, naked, letting the warm breeze finish drying me, I look outside. My mind begins to wander, an erotic scene starts to form in my mind and I feel a warm, rushing, tingle begin to form in the depths of my loins. Almost unconsciously, I begin to caress my breasts in a soft slow circular motion as my nipples become erect. My pussy aches for more as I slowly, caressingly, slide my hand down to my mound, my fingers trailing softly down my body until they gently brush my pubic hair. Then they begin burrowing, to expose the moisture starting to pool between my legs. My excitement increases as I open my drawer and expose my 8" vibrator, almost as if unconsciously, I pick it up and begin to insert it inside my wet center. I slowly slide the humming missile in and out, as I dream of licking and sucking on a hard cock. My orgasmic hips arch high as I bury the missile deep inside me and I moan in ecstasy. I ease it out, bringing it to my mouth where my tongue licks it and my lips surround it, tasting the tangy tart juice from my own loins. Suddenly startled, I freeze! I become aware of a rustling noise from outside. I glance up and notice a tall, dark, athletic stranger glaring at me from outside my window. His face is partially in shadow, but I can see his hand as he reaches to his crotch and rubs the long bulge of his hard cock. I stand here frozen, I still have the dildo at my lips, my hand still squeezing my breast. He steps forward, almost touching the screen and his eyes seek mine. Our eyes lock and I see the hunger, lust, desire and craving need in his. "Don't stop" he says, as he unzips his jeans and slowly pulls his bulging cock from inside. I lower my eyes to his cock, my eyes opening wide at the sight of his huge manhood, he becomes even harder and more erect, his hand ever so slowly stroking it, up and down. My mouth goes dry, then I begin to salivate like a dog, the need to suck his huge cock overpowering. I close my eyes and begin to seductively suck the vibrator into my mouth, imagining it's his throbbing cock. I glance at him again and his eyes are staring intently at my face, watching as I devour the dildo, listening to the wet slurping, sucking noises my mouth is making. Slowly teasingly I pull the vibrator from my mouth and trace it down my chin, around my nipples, down my body, finally easing it inside of me, until it is buried in my warm, wet, grasping pussy. As he licks his lips and strokes his cock, he glances back into my eyes and whispers "please". Without thought my hands begin their work again...for him. This time I squeeze my breasts, harder now, kneading them roughly. Pinching and pulling on my nipples, stretching them as far and long as I can. The hand holding the dildo begins thrusting it rhythmically in and out of my sopping cunt. I spread my feet wide apart, to expose myself as fully as I can to his hungry eyes. It's not enough, I look around, my desk chair is there, within reach. Letting go of the dildo, I drag the chair over, in front of the window and sit, leaning back, legs spread wide, feet up on the shelf below the window. Now I am tilted back, my breasts thrust up and out, toward him. My pussy spread wide, gapping open for him. My cunt, my ass and the dildo fully exposed to his burning eyes. All the while he's staring intently at my every move, licking his lips and growling, like a starving wolf. He eases closer, pulls his shirt over his head, unsnaps his jeans and lets them slide to the ground. The head of his cock is poking against the screen, straining to get through, the only thing now separating the two of us. "Do it", he growls and I begin again to fuck my dripping pussy. It's so wet the insides of my thighs glisten, my hand is covered up to my wrist with my juices, and with an ever increasing rhythm I fuck myself with the big fat dildo. Watching his every move. He's steadily pumping his cock, keeping rhythm with my thrusts of the rubber phallus as I'm shoving it in and out of myself. I see his hips plunge forward with each stroke, his cock is straining to get to my soft, hot, wet pussy. The head rams against the screen pushing it, testing it, making it bulge inward, trying to break through. I hear an animal sound, a deep guttural groaning. Then I realize, it's coming from me. My mouth is open, wet, empty, my tongue is licking and thrusting, reaching, needing the hard cock which he is pumping furiously with his hand. "Harder, bitch! Faster...come on, fuck that cunt for me" he growls at me. And like the lust crazed animal that I am, I spread myself even wider, placing a foot on each side of the window frame, opening myself to his hot, rabid, glaring eyes and start ramming the cock deeper and faster into my aching, throbbing pussy. "Oh God, please! Stroke Your cock for me. Ram it, pump it, like You're drilling it deep into my wet sloppy cunt" I moan to him. And he growls an awful animal sound and grunts loudly as he pumps even faster and harder. "I'm gonna tear that pussy of yours apart. I'll bury this thing so deep up inside you My cum will pour out of your mouth...bitch. You want that, huh? Do you cunt, tell me? What do You want?" And with that, I throw my head back and moan "Yes, oh God yes...do it. Fuck me, give me pain, give me cum, hurt me, fuck me, use me like the cock hungry slut that I am." Looking back into his eyes I yell "and do it NOW, fuck me pleeeeease...I need to cuuuuummmm." With that I give one last deep, hard, driving, pain filled thrust with the dildo and yank it out. Screaming, my cum squirts out of me, splattering the screen and wall. My hips are jerking and pumping, like I still have a cock ramming hard inside me. My pussy is twitching and spasming so hard I can hear it making wet, sloppy sucking sounds as I feel my juices gushing from me and flowing freely down my legs. I watch him as he throws back his head, howls like an animal in pain, rams his cock through the screen and shoots gobs of cum all over my face, breasts, belly and cunt. Growling, I lunge forward, opening my mouth, trying to catch his cum in mid-air before I take his still squirting, throbbing, jerking cock all the way down my throat. Sucking as hard as I can to get every last drop of his cum from him. Slurping, licking, swallowing every bit I can get until not a drop of his precious fluid is left. He's just standing there now, hands on the sides of the window, hips shoved hard against the screen, head leaning against it, watching as I finish him off with my greedy mouth. "Yeah baby, that's it, come on, suck it good, get it all. It's all for you, you little cum hungry slut, all yours". Finally his cock slowly softens and despite my continued sucking, slips from my mouth, falling down against the screen. I lean back again, rubbing his cum all over my body. Scooping it up and sticking my fingers in my mouth, sucking and slurping as much of it off as I can. I put my feet back up on the shelf, spread my legs WIDE, reach down and with my fingers spread my cunt lips wide open for him. I want him to see my cum, to see just how much I came, the juices still oozing from me, my cunt still jerking and gasping, still wanting something more to milk, to suck, to devour. He slowly eases his cock from the hole he made in the screen, and with his right hand, he reaches through the screen tearing it further apart. Urgently touching my cunt, his fingers burrow into me until he shoves them up inside of me. Thrusting, ramming, fucking my pussy with his hand. One, two, three, four fingers enter me, thrusting until my cunt grips the shank of his hand. "Come on baby, give me one more. I know you've got some more cum in there, I can feel your pussy throbbing, it's wanting to give me more, it's trying to get it out. Give me one more load, so I can drink your cum and know the taste of your sweet juices". I begin humping his hand, grabbing his forearm, I look him in the eyes again and say "Come on baby, fist me! Please! Do it! Slam Your big hard fist deep up inside of me. Bury Your hand and arm in my hot, wet, needy cunt. Pull my cum out of me with Your pounding hand and fist." And with a tortured groan, he punches his hand deep into my sopping pussy. The thumb popping in, as it does making a fist of his hand. I scream and buck from the intensity of it, jerking and thrashing with the pain. Then moaning and grabbing his arm, I start fucking it for all I'm worth. Watching his forearm driving in and out of my cunt, seeing my juices coating his arm, making it wet, shiny and slick. From where I sit it looks as if I have his arm buried up inside of me to the elbow, but it's really just up past his wrist. I watch how my pussy lips wrap around it and stretch outward grasping the arm like it doesn't want to let it go. I hear the loud sucking, smacking sounds my pussy makes as it tries to suck his arm and fist back up inside of it. "Yeah that's it, come on fuck my hand baby, ride that big old fist of mine. Listen to that cunt of Yours talk to me baby, she's hungry, listen to her slurp. God I'm gonna cum again just watching your fucking pussy sucking and swallowing my arm up". I'm past thinking, past hearing. I'm going wild, crazy, mindless, with the need to bury him inside of me. To suck him deep into me. I want more, need MORE! "Come on, come on...fuck me dammit! Hurt me! I want Your fingers deep inside of me, shove them into my womb. Rub the inside of me with those long fingers of Yours. Let me feel You deep inside me". I feel his fingers again as the fist inside me opens a bit and they push through my cervix and start rubbing me from the inside. I hear a God awful wailing sound coming from some where and just as I realize it's coming from me, my body explodes, cum squirting and gushing from me and running down around his arm. My hips and pussy are thrusting, bucking, pumping on his fist and arm. I'm hanging onto his forearm, pulling it deeper into me, riding his hand for all I'm worth. But by now I'm not aware of it...I've finally gone over the edge, plunging down this awesome ride to oblivion. At last, one of my fantasies has come true...I've cum till I've passed out. And with a strangers fist clamped so tight inside of me by my pussy contractions that he can't pull it out. The two of us are locked together, he on the outside of my bedroom window, me on the inside, sprawled in my desk chair. Him waiting and watching for me to become aware again, me in the deep, dark oblivion of an orgasmic faint... out cold. The Watcher Ch. 2 It's evening, several days after my Watcher was at my window. My Master, has come by my house unexpectedly. At his command, I left him for a bit to shower and prepare myself for him. He sensed something was different when he walked into my room. He noticed the tear in the screen, but really didn't think much of it until he noticed the stain on the floor below the window. Reaching down he rubbed the substance on his finger and could smell that it was cum. My Master has never forbidden me from having other men, in fact, he knows that as I become more submissive, I will want it more, and that other men will find me increasingly desirable. But he decided it didn't mean that he couldn't have a little fun with me now that he'd caught me at it. He walks outside, going to my bedroom window to look around. Finding something laying on the ground, he reaches down and picks it up. It's a business card. Looking at it, turning it over in his hand gives him an idea. He goes back into the house and while I am still in the shower he puts a heavy metal screw eye in one of the beams in the ceiling of my bedroom. He placed it so that it will be in plain view of the torn window. After I've showered and groomed myself the way I know he loves, I go to my bedroom. He shows me the new "toy" he's made for me. From the screw eye in the ceiling hang two chains, complete with wrist restrains and locks. "Won't you allow me the pleasure of your company this evening little one?" "I've made a special place just for you." he says. He grabs my wrists and raises my arms over my head, securing me to the restrains hung from chains in the ceiling. My towel that I'd wrapped around my wet, naked body falls to the floor. Leaving me hanging there, naked, helpless and vulnerable. Defenseless against ANYTHING he may choose to do to me. A hard cold shiver runs over my entire body. Why is he doing this? What does he have in mind? Does he KNOW about the Watcher? I should have told him about it. I should have given him all the details of what happened. But I wanted so much to have the memory to myself. My secret lover, my mystery man, my Watcher. Such a dark, dangerous looking man. So tall and handsome, yet so frightening. And that voice, never have I heard such a compelling, enticing, erotic voice. Just thinking of it has caused me to cum several times since that night. He looks into my eyes and says "Don't speak, I'm not going to punish you for playing with that other man, but I will punish you if you lie to me." Then he begins to spank me with his hand, lightly at first. One slap on my left ass cheek, one on my right. "Do you feel the rhythm? I want you to dance for me little one. Sway your pretty body in time with my hand, while you tell me what you did, you naughty, naughty girl!" As I tell him all about the fascinating stranger and what we had done, my ass rocks up toward his hand. After awhile, I hear myself softly whisper, "harder." Stopping he says "You've been very bad, haven't you pet?" Without thought or hesitation I respond, "Yes, Master." "Good girl"! He says as he kneels behind me and buries his tongue deep inside me. Oh God, I already need to cum so badly. But He stops what he's doing and says, "I want to hear you tease your little play friend, so that I can hear about what a bad little slut you've been." Frightened, starting to beg, I say "But I don't know his name. Honestly, you have to believe me Master, I really don't." " I know you don't, my sweet, but I DO." He holds up the business card. I see the name and phone number on the card. Logan DeMaglio 555-353-0069. My Watcher...Logan! Then retrieving both of my wireless telephone headsets he places one on my head and the other on his and dials the number on the card. Then he kneels behind me and with his mouth, begins to inflict sweet, hot, wet torture to my flaming ass, and cunt. Hanging there I listened to the phone ring. Then that deep, compelling, masculine voice I remember so well comes on and says "Hello?" When I hear "Logan's" voice again my cunt clinches so tight on Master's tongue that he grunts. "Hello Logan" I whisper softly. There is a moment's hesitation on the other end of the line and I can feel his confusion. "Hello? Who is this?" Logan says. "Don't you know"? I ask. "Ummmm, well, no, not really." Logan says. I'm enjoying this now, no longer as afraid. My Master is sucking and licking my cunt and ass and I am so hot and needy that I'm getting bold. And I am remembering this tall, dark, deep voiced stranger with the magnificent cock. "I think I'm hurt Logan, after all we shared, I find you don't even remember me." "Well, I am sorry sweet girl, but your voice is a bit familiar. Won't you tell me your name little one?" "Oh but Logan, it won't do any good, you don't know my name...just my body and the taste of my cum." I can hear his indrawn breath whistle between his teeth and a long silence on the other end as he thinks about this, wondering, confused. Then I sense the change in him, feel him pull himself up. "You WILL tell me who you are and you WILL do it now!" he roars. I'm so startled I jump and give a small shriek. My Master who is listening to every word on the other headset gives a soft laugh and rams his fingers into my cunt. Again I jump, gasp, and moan. "Please Logan, don't yell at me, you're scaring me. I am known as Ima Fantasy. You don't know me, really." "Then how do you know me and how did you get my number? Tell me NOW girl!" Logan roars. "You came to me the other evening Logan. You watched me, outside my window... remember?" Again, silence on the other end of the phone. Somehow I can feel Logan change, sense his body jump to awareness. "Ahhhhh, so then you are my phantom woman, my illusion, my Fantasy?" Logan murmurs. "I am the woman you Watched, I am the woman you spied upon, I am the woman you took to places I've never been before Logan. I am the woman who still feels your fingers, inside of me, stroking my soul thru my cervix." My Master is all the while stroking his fingers in and out of my cunt, thumbing my clit. His tongue sliding in and out of my ass. I'm beginning to get distracted, confused, trying to keep up the conversation with Logan and at the same time control my orgasm. Master has said I am not to cum until he tells me to. But having two very dominant men demanding so much of me at once is almost too much. Logan asks "So, tell me little one, how did you get my number?" "You dropped your business card outside my window Logan. My Master saw my torn screen. He noticed how swollen and used my body was. He went outside and found the card lying there. He figured out what happened." "Your Master? What do you mean girl? Explain yourself?" " Logan again demands. "I am a submissive Logan. I have a Master or Dom. I am his property; my mind, body, and spirit belong to him, to do with as he pleases. It is my purpose to do his every bidding, to fulfill his every whim." "You are OWNED? You are someone's PROPERTY?" Logan shouts. "Yes Logan, I have a Master or Dom." I whisper. "So, tell me girl...have you been collared? Marked? Branded?" Logan wants to know. At this I hesitate, even more confused. How does he know of such things? Could it be? Is Logan a Dom? A Master? My head is reeling, my body thrashing, jerking. Oh no, oh NOO, I can't cum, I'll be punished! But Master is increasing his efforts on my body. He's now behind me, spreading my ass cheeks, sliding his bulging cock between my cunt lips. Slowly stroking it back and forth. Not yet entering me, just torturing me to distraction. I whimper "Logan, how do you know of such things? Are you...do you know...Who are you Logan?" Logan laughs a deep full laugh. And behind me Master also gives a soft throaty laugh as he rams his engorged cock to the hilt into my sopping cunt. Oh God, oh God! Did he know of Logan? Do They know each other? What is going on here? Am I being played with? Is this a game? What is happening to me? Noooo, I can't cum! "Logan, do you know my Master? Are you a Dom?" I wail. "Yes little one, I am also a Dom, a Master! But I had no idea you were a sub. If I HAD known, things might have been somewhat different the other evening. And no, I do not know of your Master. Although, now that I know that you are owned, I will have to meet him." Master reaches around and taking my breasts into his hands he pinches my nipples...HARD as he rams his cock HARD and DEEP into my pussy. I gasp and moan deeply, unable to control myself. "What are you doing little one? What is happening there? You are excited, you are stimulated...WHY?" Logan demands. Before I can get my breath and speak, Master who is still ramming deep into my cunt says "She is busy being well fucked my friend. She is on the verge of squirting her sweet, hot, thick cum all over my cock. Which is ramming into her tight sweet pussy. Logan, You do remember how forceful and plentiful her ejaculations are, don't you?" I hear Logan's indrawn breath with Master's first words. Then Logan says "Ummmm, yes, yes I certainly DO remember her my Friend! How could I forget one such as she? Is she to be punished for what happened? In her defense, she did not intend to do wrong. I came upon her; she was alone, simply pleasuring herself with her toy. You can imagine my delight at finding such a sight; I could not resist the temptation. And she was very vulnerable, deep into her need and unable to resist my commands." "No Logan, I do not intend to punish her. I have not forbidden her contact with other men. Her needs are too great; it would be asking her to do the imposable. This was simply a test, to see if she would be totally honest with me...and she was! I'm very proud of her. She is a most pleasing, obedient submissive." Master says. All thru this exchange Master has been pounding his stiff cock hard into me. Squeezing and pinching my nipples. Fingering my clit. My need to cum is so great tears are pouring down my face with my effort not to cum till commanded to. I am moaning and grunting with the violent thrusts of Master's huge cock. I hear myself speaking "Please Master, oh God pleeeeeease, I need to cum so bad...it hurts soooo much. Please let me cum now Master. God...please!" Master says, "What do YOU think Logan, does she deserve to cum at all? Should I make her hold it or let her gush?" I hear Logan's soft deep laugh "What about it little one? Do you deserve to cum now? Have you earned that right? Tell me little one, how badly do you want to cum for your Master?" "Oh God Logan, I NEED to cum now, I can't stand it any more. It hurts sooooo much; my pussy muscles are knotted so tight. Please Logan, pleeeeeease tell Master to let me cum. I'll do anything you want, I'll do anything Master wants...just please God, let me cum!" Logan asks, "Is this true, friend? Does she contract that hard when she needs to cum?" "Oh yes Logan, she will lock down on my cock to the point I can't even pull it out sometimes. Both when she needs to cum and as she is cumming she will milk my cock with her pussy as well as she does with her mouth and throat. Would you care to find out Logan? I know you don't live far, would you like to come over and join us?" Then, not believing what I'm hearing, Logan says to me, "Little one, you are not to cum now. DO NOT CUM! Do you hear me? I'll be there in 5 minutes. Don't you dare cum or we will both punish you, won't we Master?" "Ohhhh yes Logan, We will. Did you hear Logan? little one, do you understand the command?" But I am no longer able to hear anything. I CANNOT hold myself back, it's far too late for me. Master has not stopped or slowed his assault on my body. He is torturing my body till I no longer have any control of myself. Throwing my head back against Master's shoulder, ramming my cunt hard against his pounding cock, I open my mouth and release a long, tortured scream. My cum gushing from me so powerfully that it spatters over the floor. My cunt gripping his cock so tightly he grunts hard and growls into the phone "Logan, it seems she is not so obedient after all. I think you need to hurry, we are definitely going to have to punish her severely." and with that he grabs my breasts in his hands, squeezing my nipples hard, shoves his cock deeply into my cunt and I feel his cum spurting hard against my pussy walls and cervix. "Hurry Logan, hurry!" He growls into the phone. "I'm on my way! Wait for me!" Logan shouts. And with that Logan hangs up and rushes from his house. The Watcher Ch. 3 Master pulls his spent cock from my still twitching, dripping pussy, pats my ass, kisses me deeply, removes our head-sets and walks from the room. Leaving me hanging there, weak, spent, dangling from the ceiling. Our combined cum still running down my legs. Later, how much later I'm not sure, I hear voices from the living room. Both masculine, both deep. I realize that my Watcher, Logan, has arrived. Anxiety, fear, expectation, begin to tingle through me. What will they do to me? What are they plotting? I hear them, but they do not come into the bedroom. The longer I wait, the more intense my anxiety becomes. If they are going to punish me, then why don't they just do it and get it over with? Finally, after what seems like hours, Master comes into the room. "Well, my pet, how are you doing? Have you been thinking of the many ways we can punish you for being so disobedient? Between Logan and myself, I'm sure we will be able to come up with some totally new and undreamed of methods of torture for you!" And saying that, Master goes to the drawer where I keep my sleep mask and proceeds to place it over my face and eyes, leaving me in total darkness. Then after running his hands down the length of my body and stroking my clit for a moment, He leaves the room again. Then, hanging there, I listen to comings and goings, things being moved, things being carried. Trying to understand what they are doing by the sounds they are making. But for the most part, it is a mystery to me. And not knowing what they are doing is increasing my anxiety ten fold! Without knowing it, I softly whimper and moan. A sudden sharp stinging blow to my ass makes me yelp. "Silence girl!" Master roars. And fearing what will happen if I don't obey, I bite down on my bottom lip, choking down another moan, before it can escape. Finally it seems they have made all the preparations they desire. Things quiet down briefly. Then I feel hands stroking my body, rubbing, pinching, pulling, teasing. Someone wraps their arms around me, holding me tightly to them from behind and I recognize Master's feel and smell. "I want you to make me proud tonight pet! Don't disappoint me, understand? I'm leaving you in Logan's capable hands." Realizing what I'm hearing, I gasp "But Master, please don't leave me. If I'm to be punished I need you here, by my side." I hear Master chuckle and say "No my pet, that is not necessary, Logan is extremely qualified to see to your punishment. Logan is after all The Punisher!" Confusion rocks my brain. What is he saying? I've heard of The Punisher, he is a legendary Master, known for his unique and extreme methods of punishment. He is sought out, his talents requested for special circumstance punishments that require the unusual, the extraordinary, the gifted talents of one such as he. "But Master, I have done nothing THAT outrageous! I do not deserve THAT extreme a punishment! Please Master, I beg you to forgive me. Please, punish me yourself. Don't leave me to this stranger." I beg. "But pet, he is no stranger, he is your Watcher!" And with that he grabs my left nipple in his teeth and bites down hard, harder, HARDER! I scream in pain, feeling as if my breast is being torn from my body. Then he kisses me and leaves the room. I hear them speaking for a moment, then the front door closing, then... nothing! Now I am terrified. I pull on my bindings, testing, yanking to see if they are weak. But of course they are not. Master knows how to bind a sub so there is no hope of escape. Fear begins to eat at me, my body goes from freezing cold to dripping sweat and back again. My breathing is fast, shallow, erratic. I'm loosing my grip on reality, I'm beginning to panic! I'm remembering all the horror stories I've heard about The Punisher. Oh God, some of those things I know I would not survive. Some of them would make me long for death. Are they all true? Even if only partially true, they are beyond my comprehension. I realize I am whimpering. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Think dammit, think. Calm yourself, panicking isn't going to help. Loosing control will only make it worse. You need to have control of your mind to be able to focus and block what is to come. Suddenly something pulls at my hair...I scream, a long fearful wail! Total panic! I fight, I twist, I pull, I kick, I loose all control. Finally, wearing myself to exhaustion, I dangle limply, from my bindings, crying softly. "Please, noooooo. Please, don't hurt me. Please leave me be. Pleeeeeeease..." "Shhhhh, little one. Calm yourself. I will not harm you, I could never harm you! Breath now, come on, breath for me, takes some deep slow breaths. That's it. That's a good girl. Calm yourself for me." I feel Logan stroking my back, my hair, my arms. Gently holding me to him. Trying to calm me. The Punisher? My Watcher? Logan? Who is this person? I don't understand! Finally, needing to know, I ask "Are you going to punish me? Am I to be tortured as I've heard you've done to others?" "Do you deserve to be, little one?" he asks. "Well...no. No, I don't think I do. But Master wants me punished for cumming without permission." "Then punished you will be little one. But it will be the sweetest punishment you've ever known. I'll give you torture your body will beg for, hunger for, crave. Punishment that will forever make you long for more." And kissing my forehead he steps away and removes my blindfold. He simply stands there, looking deeply into my eyes. I can see the heat in his, the molten desire. Then his eyes slowly, ever so slowly scan my body from head to toe and back again. Lingering along the way, examining different areas of interest to him. Now and then he reaches out, strokes, fondles, pinches, pulls, here, there, where ever he chooses, at my body. Walking slowly around me, he continues this examination till I can feel myself growing wet again and feel the familiar ache starting deep within my belly. My head eases back, my eyes close, a soft moan escapes my parted lips. Yes, this kind of punishment I could take forever! Every inch of my body is touched, poked, prodded, in minute detail. He even takes my head in his hand and pulls my mouth open to poke and prod inside. Using his fingers to fondle my tongue till I begin licking and sucking on them, as he slowly shoves them in and out, fucking my mouth with his fingers. Again I hear myself moan deeply. "It would appear you are ready for the first stage of your "punishment" little one!" he says. And with that he walks to the dresser and reaches for...the ball gag! Turning to me he says "You are going to have to trust me now little one. It is very important that you do. Do you think you can do that for me?" I look into his incredible dark brown eyes that are heavily fringed with thick, long lashes. For some reason, I feel myself nodding and hear myself saying "Yes! Yes Logan, I'll do my best for you!" Logan whispers in my ear "That's my girl! I knew you were going to be special the first time I laid eyes on you. You and I were meant to meet little one, did you know that? We have a special bond unlike any other." And i realized he was right. There had been something special from that first moment when I looked up and saw him staring at me from my window. I should have been afraid of a total stranger outside my window. But I was not, it had felt... right! As if it were meant to be. Without another word Logan presses the ball gag into my mouth, fastening it securely behind my head. Walking to the dresser, he then opens a case that is sitting there. Reaching in, he pulls out a very large, oddly shaped dildo. "This is my own invention, lil' one. A special butt plug. I call it the NAIL!" he says as he holds it up and shows it to me. It is a very large, long butt plug, but aside from that, it is shaped oddly. From the tip, every inch or so it widens then dips abruptly in. In ever increasing cone shapes, much like a drawing of a pine tree. So that it continues to grow in circumference from the tip to the base. And the base is not flat like other butt plugs are, so that one can sit with them inserted into their ass. Instead it has a protrusion that would appear to extend beyond the ass cheeks of the person who is forced to wear it. I can't help but wonder how one is expected to sit while that thing is shoved into their ass for it must be well over 15" long from end to end. To sit with it inserted would be impossible. Perhaps that is the whole point of the unusual shape! Taking some lubricant from the case, Logan proceeds to liberally coat the huge dildo. Then moving around behind me, I feel him also apply the lubricant to my ass, slowly inserting his finger and working it around to open me up. He continues to thrust his finger in and out of my ass. Then adds another finger and another and more lubricant. I realize I am moving back and forth onto him fingers. I can't help myself, I'm fucking myself on Logan's slick, moist fingers. By now he has all four fingers ramming deeply into my ass and I feel the cool, wet lubricant dribbling down my ass cheeks. Suddenly he jerks his fingers from my ass and I hear myself moan from the lose of sensation. Then he's prying my ass cheeks wide and I feel something pressing against my wet, welcoming asshole. And being in such a state of need, I try to help by spreading my legs and pushing back onto whatever it is he has pressed against my asshole. Without a word, without any warning at all, he rams the huge dildo up into my ass. I try to scream from the sudden, hot, tearing pain of it. But of course the ball gag only allows a muffled gurgling sound to escape. With one hand shoving the dildo into my torn, burning ass and the other arm wrapped around my waist to hold me tight against him, Logan whispers in my ear "maybe I fibbed to you, just a bit...I do so love giving you some pain with your pleasure lil' one!" Being gripped thusly, unable to pull away from the huge plug shoved hard into my ass, I can only hang there, shaking my head and crying. Wondering if Master had any idea what was happening to me. Slowly, ever so slowly, Logan begins to move the dildo in and out, just a bit. Gently fucking my sore, bleeding ass. Then without even realizing it, I am again moving myself on and off of what he has stuffed into my ass. Sensation returning, the hot, wet, need again building within me. Again, without warning, Logan releases me, steps away from me and goes to the case on the dresser. In my hunger and need, I am moaning, still working my hips as if he were continuing to shove the dildo in and out of my ass. I can feel it protruding from my body, the weight of it pulling at my asshole as it dangles there. But the odd shape of it using my sphincter muscles to hold it in despite the pull of it's weight. Logan turns to me and I see in his hand a broad, flat, leather covered paddle. "Since your Master insists that you be punished, I have decided that I will test my new butt plug invention on you. You will be the first to feel what I hope will be a most unusual and stimulating spanking. my sweet little victim!" I'm beginning to have doubts about just how far Logan will go with this "punishment." He appears to take intense pleasure out of causing me fear and pain. But of course, being bound, gagged and helpless...at this point, I have no choice but to submit to his every whim. Taking a handful of my hair, Logan yanks my head to him and kisses my face, neck, my ears. Then lowering his head, he licks, sucks and fondles my breasts. Again, I hear myself moaning with need. As he mauls my breasts, he's stroking my clit and ramming his fingers into my sopping wet pussy. And being the nasty slut that I am, I'm humping his hand as hard as I can. Feeling an overwhelming orgasm building. Releasing my hair, he walks around behind me and as I moan from the lose of his attention, I tense, waiting for a blow to fall. I feel him wiggling the butt plug, twisting and turning it, pushing it in, pulling it out. And the need to cum begins to grow in me even more. I'm rocking back and forth, trying to fuck myself on the huge butt plug he's working around inside me. Then suddenly...WHACK! Trying to yelp I jerk my body forward. Away from the sudden assault. The stinging pain of the blow from the paddle on my ass no less a shock then the sensation caused by the butt plug being rammed into my ass by the very same blow. What on earth is he doing? NOW I know the purpose of the protrusion on the end of the butt plug! Again...WHACK! WHACK! Again I jerk and scream! It feels like he is hammering the huge dildo deeper into my ass with every blow. The combination of sensations is overwhelming. It feels for all the world like a huge "nail" being driven deeply up into my body by a red hot hammer. "Yes, bitch! Come on...scream, moan, cry. That's it, cunt...kick, thrash around. Fight me slut, fight me with all You have!" Logan bellows and begins to pound away at my sore, bloody ass. Every blow driving the dildo, further and further up into my tortured ass. And I do just that, I fight for all I'm worth. Because I now realize that if he succeeds in hammering that monster dildo all the way into my ass and body...I will be ripped apart before he's done. He has a rhythm to his blows now. Each blow slamming into my mangled, flaming ass. Each blow driving the "NAIL" an inch or so deeper up into me. Each blow tearing my already bleeding asshole even more. As I fight and twist, some of the blows are landing on my hips, my stomach, my mound. He does not hesitate to deliver each blow, no matter which part of me is exposed. Occasionally he even delivers a few blows to my breasts. Causing them to sting and burn and begin to turn bright red also. I'm so tired and worn, in such pain, that I can no longer hold myself up right. I'm now dangling from my wrists, turning and twisting from the continued blows of the paddle Logan is welding against me. From my breasts to mid thigh, I'm bruised and red from the innumerable blows he has dealt me. And yet, to my amazement, I am also soaked with my own cum as it runs down my inner thighs from the many orgasms that have gripped me during my punishment. Logan now flushed, panting and sweating from his efforts drops the paddle. Stepping up in front of me and grabbing my thighs, spreading me wide, he rams his swollen, engorged cock deep into my sloppy pussy and begins to fuck me as hard, deep and fast as he can. The dildo, buried deeply inside my ass, is prodded with each stroke of his cock inside my pussy. Causing my ass to tense and flex with each of his plunges. His fingers, gripping my bruised and battered thighs, feel like talons tearing my tortured flesh from me with each thrust. Glaring madly into my eyes, Logan growls "Is this what You want? You want extremes...is this extreme enough for You? Does your Master cause your cum to flow like water from you this way? Does he drive you to the very edge in this way? Will he ever be able to satisfy you now? What do You want now? Tell me!" he roars as he reaches up and rips the gag from my mouth. Licking my dry lips and looking into his lust crazed eyes, I growl "I want your cock buried deep down my throat. I want your cum gagging me as you spurt it deep into my stomach. I want You to bury yourself as far as you can into my mouth and feed me what I need...and I want it NOW!" And with that he drops my legs, reaches up and removes the chain I'm bond with from the hook in the ceiling. Lowering me to my knees before him, he grabs my hair in his hands. Yanking my head back till my mouth is open wide, he rams his dripping cock to the hilt down my throat. Then holding me there, my face buried in his crotch, he looks down into my eyes and asks "Tell me lil' one, do you think you will ever be satisfied with your puny Master again?" With that he pumps his huge load of cum into my throat and stomach till I choke and gag. And I orgasm so hard I feel it gushing from me in hot, wet waves just before I pass out.