JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 7
It was almost 1pm on Saturday the 22nd February 2020. Another date for my collection of significant dates, a collection that was building rapidly every-time I saw these two masochistic little girls.
I knew the train they were on, it arrived at 1:04pm directly from Kings Cross. I smiled at the thought of them in First Class, laughing and joking, winding other passengers up … maybe even kissing and cuddling … the thought of their lips touching made me stiffen.
It wouldn’t be long now.
There were plenty of students around today. Saturday was a travel day … home to see families or off to visit the boyfriend or girlfriend. I watched a fresh-faced girl wander into my line of sight. Tight jeans, tits to die for, plump lips, button nose … damn those jeans, so fucking tight. Then she crouched down to look inside her bag and I could see the waist band of a black lace thong exposed … fuck, she was very, very hot. Would she like to be beaten? I found myself wondering.
Then a loud pitched laugh, maybe tinged with nerves, took my attention.
It was them …
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She had left on Friday, the wife. No lifts required, no trains to catch, she had taken her car – it was easier to drive. And so, I had the full day to myself once my 11am clinic was over. There was only one place to go.
Leeds City Centre was busy, it was Friday lunchtime after all, but no one had eyes for a lonesome guy making his way down to the left of the large flight of stone, front stairs at the City's town Hall.
I opened the door to the cells. It creaked in the stereotypical way that it should, and the pleasant sensation of the warm air hit me. This was more than just underground air capture, it was probably being heated from the rooms above it. Whatever, it was nice and warm, which meant that I could keep the sluts naked for longer.
I put the bag down in the ‘interrogation cell’. The bag with all of my accessories, both medical and sexual, contained within in. Pulling open the zip I smiled at the heinous collection of accoutrements that I had in there. I could hardly wait to use them … all of them.
One phone call that evening confirmed that the wife had arrived safely and was looking forward to being in the shop along with all of the flowers.
“Stay as long as you wish,” I found myself saying with, hopefully, not too much relish – I had flowers of my own to prune!
“You WILL be okay dear, won’t you?” Her question was genuine but she knew what I would say.
“Of course, honey, now go and forget about me for a couple of days. I will call you on Sunday once your busy day is over and we can catch up.”
Call over and the path through this weekend’s session with my girls, was now clear.
That night brought little sleep and an almost constant erection. I was desperate to satiate it, but I was damned if I would waste my juices …
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“Hey Mister, we’re here,” the sluts fresh faced, stating-the obvious, student-enthusiasm rose above the white-noise din of the station.
I smiled and nodded, and without a word I put my hand around the back of her head, pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She gasped and I loved it … I loved it more when she stabilised the surprise embrace and kissed me back. Breathless parting I smiled down at her, my Little Girl, and said, “I missed you so much.”
Red stood by watching and I turned and nodded at her, “Red.”
She smiled weakly back at me.
Her flame-haired friend was stunning but I wanted the slut to know that it was her that I loved.
We walked the short distance to the Town Hall. Saturday afternoon filled with shoppers and afternoon drinkers. We were heading straight for the cells.
“You look good, both of you …” I said as we walked. Both of them wore dark clothes and, with the weather being a little warmer than it could have been in February, their jackets were short.
“I like the bare stomach Red, especially this time of year,” I glanced down at her open front that revealed the cropped top and her heavily tattooed abdomen.
She giggled.
“Where the fuck are we?” The slut said when I took them down the stairs at the front of the Town Hall. I laughed at her foul mouth.
“Get in,” I ordered unceremoniously as the door creaked open.
They walked silently into the gloom, I followed and closed the door with a loud bang, turning the key to lock us inside. My slut jumped deliciously at the loud sound, and then laughed nervously.
I flicked on the lights which did nothing to lighten the atmosphere.
“Follow me.” I headed further into the labyrinth.
They did, without a word being spoken.
We walked along the corridor and then I turned left into a small cell.
Pushing the door closed once they were inside, I looked each girl up and down.
There was no time for small talk. They were here for a reason … I was here for a reason ... I WAS the reason!
“Strip,” I ordered. Then added, “No, not you Red, just this little cunt. Do it now slut.”
With wide eyes and a gulp, my Little Girl slipped off her jacket and toed off her shoes. It was with trembling hands that she punched loose the button on her jeans and wriggled provocatively out of the tight denim.
I nodded and she pulled the tee shirt over her head before reaching down to unclasp her bra.
My throat dried a little when her firm, red-tipped breasts came into clear view.
“Beautiful,” I uttered almost to myself.
“Take down her panties Red.” I smiled as with just a single glance at me, her friend crouched and slowly pulled the lace thong off, peeling the gusset succulently away from her already puffy labia.
“How does it feel to be the only naked one among us slut?” I asked my Little Girl teasingly.
“I huh … fine … I guess.”
She moved a little from foot to foot, her body language demonstrating the apprehension that was no doubt active inside her head, a smirk riding her mouth.
“You find it funny?” I said in a style similar to that of her school teacher.
“What?” She responded with more than a hint of incredulity.
“Get on your fucking knees cunt!” I yelled so loudly that Red jumped and my Little Girl’s eyes widened. But she obeyed and averted her eyes while I wrapped a heavy chain around her neck and padlocked it.
She did as I ordered without delay or dissent, and I crouched by her side in order to kiss her, which I did with a savage passion. She gripped me, and returned the kiss just as greedily. What I take from her, this slut, I take with need and lust and greed and desire. With love. A strange love, maybe, to the outside world, yet it is our world and in that world we can have what we want.
I released her from the embrace, and I glanced sideways where Red was leaning impassively against the cold, stone wall.
“Suck.” Was all I said as I unfastened the button on my green army-style jeans and held my erection out towards her face.
With a single look upwards into my face before averting her eyes again, my Little Girl leaned forward and took me hungrily into her mouth before I could even raise my hands to her head.
I rather wondered, for a very brief second, if I am fucking her mouth, or if her mouth is fucking my cock.
Then I stopped wondering, as my fingers slid into her hair and her mouth glided down onto my erection. I groaned, fuck that feels good. Then I was lost in the sensations as she kissed her way back along my shaft, holding me ever so gently with her teeth just below the swollen head, and slurping her tongue over the crown of my penis.
The initial overpowering wave of sensations passed, and I regained control. Gripping her head tightly, fingers woven into her hair, I moved back just slightly, keeping her mouth on my cock, making her dependant on me for control, speed, depth, release. She tried to lean further in, pulling against my grip, trying to take more of my cock into her mouth, into her throat.
I let her, guiding her head forward, slowly, as she stretched her neck and breathed in a relaxed manner. I could feel her teeth barely scraping my shaft, her tongue pressing against the ridge on the underside of my cock, her warm, moist mouth engulfing me.
The slight gripping pressure as I entered her throat was exquisite. She gagged, and I slid back out, pushing her fully off my glistening, saliva coated erection, giving her time to grunt her way through her desperate search for breath. But before she had time to recover, I pushed and thrust and once more the slut was straining to take me into her mouth, straining against my fingers in her hair, allowing her to engulf me once again.
Then a laugh emanated from my throat, evil sounding, and I cruelly pulled her away from my shaft. She whimpered, the slut, and looked up at me. I relaxed my grip in her hair.
“Okay,” I said, as if granting permission for her to resume, and she speedily returned to nibbling down my shaft, breathing me into her throat, licking my balls. I groaned again, my legs trembled a little, and my juices began to rise.
I arched my back in pleasure, “Aaaaah, fuck … yes …”
She nipped back up the side of my shaft again, until she was focused solely on the head of my cock … my hard, throbbing, exquisitely sensitive cock. Her mouth felt hot and wet, and the moisture, silky and I swear could sense every taste bud on her tongue right now.
“Not yet,” I said, when finally, I pulled her mouth away from my cock. She was panting heavily, dripping in saliva, and that turned me on even more.
Some part of me, the surgeon, proper, social, kind-to-children-and-animals part was appalled at what I was planning. But the other part of me, the part I am revelling in right now, was smiling a cruel, gleeful smile of its own.
There is some part of my Little Girl as well that is appalled, I know that. The part that hands in her essays on time, makes her parents proud, looks out for her sister, the “good girl”, rather than the blatantly sexual slut, who is on her knees before me, dripping in spit and juices …
My lover. My love. I embrace all of her, every facet, every part … I want all of her.
“Get up.”
She did, and I grabbed her wrists before twisting her around and pulling them cruelly behind her back cuffing them tightly together.
Then, without warning, I gripped her by the throat and slammed her hard against the stone wall.
“Here use this on her,” I handed Red the small egg vibe. Her eyes widen, my slut had seen this malicious device before, and she groaned as best she can within the confines of my grip.
But Red asked no questions. They are here for a reason, and the still fully dressed friend knows this is all part of that reason.
I let her buzz the vibrations all over the slut’s clit, and along her labia, inside and out, until my Little Girl was tensed and ready to cum, pleading from the guttural depths of her body for release. I tightened my grip on her neck even more and then just as she was about to climax … I knocked Red’s arm away.
The slut’s knees gave way causing me to hold her upright entirely via my grip around her neck.
“Ten seconds Red,” let her calm down. But ten seconds doesn’t offer much calming time, however it was all she got before I took the egg vibe and slid it deep back inside the slut’s cunt.
“Duct tape in my pocket, get it out and use it to seal her pussy, tape the vibe inside her body. Do it now Red.”
She did, and that infernal little device was trapped inside my Little Girl.
Then she came. Hard. And we let her. Red and I watched the slut fall heavily to the ground, landing painfully on her arms, still secured behind her back, and then I smiled as she writhed and squirmed in exquisite agony, her wetness contained inside her pussy behind the wall of duct tape covering her slit. I grinned across at Red who looked down upon her friend wearing what I thought was an expression of envy.
I laughed and dragged my Little Girl to her feet before throwing her face first against the cell wall. Without her arms to protect her she hit the stone with her breasts first and slumped groaning to the ground. The vibe still hummed away inside her body building steadily towards its next onslaught.
“She can’t reach the tape and the vibe will go for hours yet.”
I pulled Red to me and kissed her. In a feline-like manner her body moulded to mine and she kissed me back, already breathless from the scenes she had just witnessed.
“Let’s go eat somewhere nice Red, just you and me and leave this cunt to her orgasms …”
Red said nothing, but she offered no resistance when I moved her out of the cell and slammed the door shut. It bolted locked from the outside trapping my Little Girl inside its gloomy walls.
I turned and opened the small food hatch in the main door panels, and my Little Girl’s pathetic eyes were there staring out at us … following our every move as Red and I walked away, switched off the lights and left her alone, cuffed in the old cells … the vibrator eating away at her very sanity.
“Watch out for the Rats slut …” were my final words as we closed the main door with a loud bang.