Neil - Part 3 - All Powerful

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He stood and took of his pants, demanding I watch him. He liked seeing the fear in my eyes, he enjoyed knowing he had absolute power and control.  Slowly he approached the end of the bed.

Kneeling between my legs, leaning over me, he held his cock in one hand and teased me, rubbing the tip of it against me. He seemed lost, no longer acknowledging that I was there, only focused on the sensations, his control, his own pleasure. He groaned vulgarly, expressing his pleasure without regard for me.

When he had his fill, he returned to playing with my mind again.

"Little slut. I'm going to give you exactly what you deserve, the slut that you are. I'm gonna fuck you so good and hard. Your body is mine, do you understand me?"

When I responded with silence, he returned the answer by slamming his cock deep inside me. I cried out, both shocked and aroused, not wanting to let my pleasure be known. He seemed to enjoy the response, and began pounding into me, shifting angles slightly, changing depths, testing me to find what would make me react the most strongly. When he had me screaming uncontrollably he held the pace.

"All....MINE...to...FUCK...UHNnnn...I'm gonna FUCK...you all NIGHT....you little BITCH..."

Fucking me hard, hitting the spot inside me that sent me soaring, demanded that my pleasure escalate. He smiled, knowing his achievement, and he began playing with me, controlling my reactions with his cock inside me, sometimes letting me recover, sometimes making me scream out.

I couldn't control it, he was not giving me a choice to resist him. He plunged in, slamming against me, then slowly withdrew, over and over, to relish the way it made me moan. Again and again this way, he took me to the edge of insanity.

Then suddenly he changed pace, pounding inside me fast and deep, and I screamed in uncontrollable pleasure. "You're mine, little girl, aaaaaall mine." My head was spinning.

He must have gotten very close to the edge, because he changed pace and slowed himself momentarily. With the break lasting a few seconds, I began to regain mental control again, and pleaded with him to stop. This only encouraged him to find his dominance again, and he fucked me deliberately to hit the spot inside me, my pleasure increasing with his intensity, my volume increasing with the pleasure.

He fucked me like a wild animal, no restraint but when he chose it, and only for his pleasure.

"BEG me to fuck you bitch!" he snarled. When I responded in silence again, he used his knowledge of my pleasure spots again, fucking me to make me scream, and I couldn't stop myself. "BEG ME!"

"PLEASEPLEASEohyespleasefuckmefuckme..." I was delirious. Lost.

This was what he wanted, and he began thrusting into me wildly, grunting, pleasing himself. His intensity made me explode, a strong, intense orgasm rushing over me. "OH YEAH...." he grunted, continuing to fuck me.

When I started to recover, trembling, he said, "I'm...not...gonna...stop..." and he attacked me again, his barrage bringing me to another orgasm.

"BEG ME AGAIN!" His demands were like a crazed lunatic, but the orgasm controlled me, and when the pleasure reached its peak, I screamed for him again, "OHGODDDYESNEILPLEASEPLEASEfuckme!!"

Suddenly he stood up on his knees, and shaking his cock like a proud warrior over conquered prey, he sprayed his cum all over my belly and breasts. The hot liquid rained on my skin, his fulfilled grunts filling my ears. Then he fell forward onto his hands, trembling, twitching, and demanded I look into his eyes.

"I'm not done with you yet, filthy slut," he said, smiling.

He went into my bathroom and brought out a wet washcloth and towel. Wiping the cum off my body left moisture behind, and my nipples stood hard with
the cool air. He dried my skin, sucked a nipple, then laid next to me, not releasing me from my bonds. I lay in silence, shocked, high, confused.

After some time, he leaned over toward me, fondling my skin again, and I weakly pleaded with him to stop, to let me go, to stop touching me. His
fingers traced patterns over my skin, careful to avoid my breasts, threatening any moment to possess my control again.

"I'm not done with you yet," his soothing voice softly said to me.

As his fingers wandered to my chest, and the circles around my breasts started again, I moaned in defeated frustration. "You know you're my
slave, don't you....you know there's nothing you can do about it." His fingers caressed lazy circles around my nipples, and when he brushed over
the top, and I gasped, he turned on the heat, turning my nipple between his fingers, sending electricity through my skin again.

"Listen to me, slave..." My eyes closed heavily. I felt so drained, so weary.  

"I'm going to untie you. You're going to be a good girl and turn over for me. Do you understand?"

I nodded weakly. Anything, if he just would not hurt me.

He kissed me lightly, then moved to untie my ankles. He then quickly untied my wrists, and I turned over lazily. I felt heavy.

He retied my wrists, together this time, attached somewhere at the head of the bed, and pulled the tie tight, pulling my arms, stretching them far
above my head. I closed my eyes wearily. I felt him re-attach my ankles.

He stood over me. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his presence. What was he waiting for?

As I wondered, it dawned on me that maybe his bonds were not tested, not tight enough. I writhed to test if I could free my wrists....nothing.

"Now she's awake again. On your knees, slut."

How dare he speak to me that way! I lay still.

"I said, GET ON YOUR KNEES, SLUT."

"Fuck you." I whispered.

CRACK! The slap of his hand on the back of my thigh woke me fully to attention. I bit my lip, defiant. He'd not get the satisfaction of hearing me scream again.

C R A C K ! This time was much harder, and as I felt the sting and realized he was not joking, I moaned again, acknowledging my defeat.

"But I'm tied..." I said weakly.

Losing his patience, he mounted the bed behind me, between my legs, and I felt his hands under my hipbones.

"I said, ON YOUR KNEES!" With the last word, he hoisted my hips high into the air, my knees under me, my ass sticking up rudely. I tried to bring my elbows up to support myself, but the bonds were too tight, and my shoulders stayed crushed to the mattress, my arms pulled much tighter now far up over my head. I felt  entirely exposed. Even the cool air around me mocked me, tickling the moisture between my thighs.

A slurred whistle of approval came from the room behind me.

"Dirty fucking slut. Look at you, begging to be fucked. I'll fuck you bitch."

Fingers slammed into me rudely, fingering me hard, finding my spot again and urging me to panting and gasping. He hummed appreciatively as I tried
to writhe away, tried to squirm my ass away from him. It was all entertainment to him. "Are you trying to tempt me, slut? Dancing for me?  Trying to invite me?"

I felt him change position, and felt him dig his cock into me. He was rough, brutal, fucking me deep and hard. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, making me scream as he slammed into me. Then he grabbed my waist, clutched at my hips, and pulled me back against him, driving into me at the same time, grunting with each thrust. My arms pulled taught above me with each pull - I felt utterly helpless.

"Nooooo pleeeeeaaaasse..." I whimpered. Did hearing me say this excite him? He fucked me faster, seeming to enjoy my struggles.

Did he know he was hitting me there again? As the pleasure mounted inside me, I fought to stop him. The screams came from my pleasure, but the words
came from my resistence, "NOO NOO NOO OHHH GODDDDD NOOOooooooooo...." I went over the edge again, his pounding driving me to the brink of
insanity.

"Fucking slut. Fucking whore. You take it and shut up."

As though I was not already exposed enough to him, he reached back between my legs and parted my thighs, spreading me wide as he slammed into me.
He put his hands on my ass, spreading me wider, exposing me completely.

"MMmmm Ooooo yeahhh that's goooood," he drawled.

I tried to lift my shoulders off the bed again, but when he felt me move he shoved my shoulders down against the bed. "You're a bad girl, I'm going to
have to teach you a lesson," he spat rudely. I felt his thumb against my ass, and squalked to stop him, squirming frantically.

"NOOO PLEASE NOOOoo!!!" Ever so slowly, ignoring my please, he slid his thumb inside me. Penetrated at both places, I felt entirely lost, entirely
taken by him.

"Tell me you are mine," he said.

"No," I murmured weakly. He withdrew his thumb a bit, maybe an inch or two, then sank it inside me again the same depth. A rush swept over my body, and he plunged his cock inside me again.

"Tell me you are mine," he repeated. His thumb was sliding in and out faster now, the wave building, his cock hard inside me. "Noooooo," I cried, trying to hold my position.

Faster and faster he plunged his thumb into me, fucking me at the same time. As my pleasure began to crescendo, I screamed out, a voice from some
far-off place, saying, "OH GOD YES OH GOD YES YES."

"Are you mine?"

"YESYESYESyes." I was babbling. Was it me?

"I'm not going to stop. I'm going to use you for a lot longer, Caitlyn. You're going to think you'll die, I'm going to fuck you so long. But you're my toy now. Aren't you?"

"OHGODyesyesyes..."

He seemed to be distracted by his thumb, and removed it, returning his attention to fucking me wildly. I cringed at the thought of the 'toys' I
had in my drawers... If he knew they were there, what would he do with them? I shuddered, and another wave began.

He continued fucking me brutally, using me. My knees tired, and my back ached, and still he slammed into me, jerking my hips in the air again each
time I tried to escape him.

Finally I slid down flat on the bed, but this time he followed me, his body weight pressing me against the mattress.

"Now where can you go, slut?" He slid his dick up inside me again.  Little did I know this position was better for his control than where I was previously. The fire lept inside my loins, his pounding hit exactly the spot that made me lose control, and I screamed out in uncontrollable pleasure. He'd won yet another orgasm.

"You can't stop me, can you?" He seemed to enjoy mocking me.

He fucked me there, in that position, for what seemed an eternity. I did think I would die, orgasm after orgasm shaking my body, draining my
energies even more.

Finally he came again, thrusting deeply inside me. He was planting his seed deeply, marking his territory. Owning me.

When he finished shaking, he wiped my hair from my eyes, and tucked it behind my ear. "Caitlyn, you are my slave now. You know you can't escape
me. Anytime I call you, you will comply with my every command."

When I tried to hide my face, he merely laughed.

"I will use you any way I want. And if I want to give you to my friends, I'll do that too. I'll enjoy sticking you, dirty fucking slut, while you swallow another cock. Maybe I'll enjoy watching you get plugged in every hole. Oh yeah." And then he got up off me.

"Time for food," he said. "I'll be back. Don't move!"