legs, his prick gleaming like silver from the cunt juices all over it.
She screamed as he inserted his prick into her steamy cunt again. He was trying to be gentle about it. Just as he started sliding in, the whip lashed out across his tensed ass. He jerked and drove mercilessly into her cunt. She raised her hips up slightly off the bed and felt his cock bang into her softly padded cunt.
'No, no, don't do it.'
But her words fell on deaf ears. She couldn't blame Lucien. The man was in fear of Henrietta. And she couldn't blame Mr. Steele. He wasn't even here. He didn't know what was happening.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on only the pleasure of the fucking. It was hard for the young, bound girl to do until she discovered how much nicer it was thinking this was Mr. Steele fucking her. Gone was the whipped and subdued Lucien. In her frenzied mind, he was replaced by the powerful, dominant Mr. Steele.
She had won the elusive, dark-visaged man over. She had aroused his passions so much that he had to fuck her. No longer content to simply watch his employees screw her, he had jumped onto the bed and whaled the shit out of her with his own mighty, virile, hard-fucking cock.
She came.
Her entire body was totally alive now. Every single nerve ending fired out a message of complete pleasure for her. She was enjoying this more than she could have ever thought possible.
Mr. Steele wasn't the one fucking her, but she could imagine that as long as she kept her eyes tightly closed. The cock reaming out her tortured cunt was good, long, hard, hot. She got off on the feel of the arrowhead pressing firmly into her cunt walls, stretching her to the breaking point. She loved the feeling of being entirely filled with hard fucking cock – Mr. Steele's cock.
'Ummm, oh, it's so niiiice!' she sighed aloud. She didn't care what Henrietta did to her. There wasn't a thing in the world that the evil woman could do to take away the wondrous sensation of that moving, fucking cock.
Mr. Steele's prick fucked faster, in and out of her tight, gripping cunt. She got so excited her cunt walls collapsed around the thick rod of manmeat. She felt the way the cock danced hotly in the tight confines and this excited her even more. She came and her cunt crashed down with furious desire on the hidden prick.
The man struggled more above her. She heard the whip singing and smashing into his body. Every time that whip landed he drove his prick just a little farther up into her hungering cunt. The added force of his fucking turned her on more than she would have thought.
She was tied down securely. This wasn't anything she would have chosen for herself. It was rape. The man fucked her without her being able to stop him. But the very helplessness made her more excited. She was being dominated. This was no wishy-washy man fucking her. This wasn't a pitiful human being like Charlie. This was a powerful man, Mr. Steele!
'I'm commmmming!' she shrieked out. Her ass lifted off the velvet bedspread and she crammed her snatch down hard into the man's crotch. She felt his crinkly bush grinding into her tender, bruised cunt lips. The feel made her come even harder.
Clit pounding and pulsing with desire, she started moving her hips in a circular motion to get as much pleasure as possible.
The prick retreated and left her hollow inside. She couldn't follow that cock because of the way she was tied down to the bed. She tugged and strained at her bonds. They cut cruelly into her wrists and ankles. She was helpless, but the feel of the cock returning to bury itself balls-deep into her cunt made her forget all about that.
All she knew was excitement.
She came again. She came like a machine gun firing. Her body was tortured and burned and she wanted more of it! The pain had been a wonderful contrast for the pleasure she felt now. She could get off on the man's fucking, hard, hot cock even more now that she had known real agony.
'You bitch!' screamed Henrietta. 'You're enjoying this! You can't do that!'
'Ummm, oh, Mr. Steele! You're so swollen inside me. Fuck more!'
'Mr. Steele?' cried Henrietta. 'You stupid cunt! That's Lucien fucking you. Don't you know the difference?'
'Be brutal to me, Mr. Steele,' Tanya cried to drown out Henrietta's protests. 'I love you – I need you!'
The whip seared along her bound arm. She felt the butt end of the whip nudging into her ass. She didn't care what the red-haired woman did. She had won! She had triumphed. As long as she could maintain the fantasy that the cock fucking so hard into her body was really Mr. Steele's, she had won everything.
And then came the cold, harsh voice she had learned to love so well! She was caught up in the middle of an intense come and thought it might be just her dream making her believe he was really there, with her fucking her. Then she wasn't so sure.
'She is still tied and being abused,' came the accusation. 'Her month was up an hour ago. Longer!'
'Mr. Steele, let me explain,' began Henrietta. 'It was like this. I…'
Tanya heard a fleshy, thud and Henrietta groaned. She opened her sex-glazed eyes and saw Mr. Steele standing over the fallen woman. And then her senses were ripped away by the cock exploding inside her tight cunt. She came along with Lucien, their passions merging and forcing them into lands seldom visited by mere humans.
When she came to her senses, Lucien had gone limp and left without a word. Mr. Steele stood looking at her. She saw the bulge in his pants and wondered if this was going to be the real thing. Was he going to climb onto the bed and pull out his prick and give her his cock?
'Mr. Steele,' she said.
'Tanya, my dear.'
'What kind of deal is this?' the brunette raged. 'I got into that poker game thinking it was on the level.'
'It was,' said Mr. Steele's assistant. She strutted around, smoothing out the tight blouse she wore. She had on black net stockings, a garter belt – and nothing else. Her pussy was lewdly displayed to the new captive, cunt lips pink and fluttering and a steady flow of frothy cunt oils leaking out.
'You can't be serious about me beings his slave for a solid month,' the brown-haired girl protested.
'But I am. Mr. Steele never jokes,' she replied.
'This is insane.'
'It is a bet. You are his sex slave for an entire month. And I am here to make sure his will is carried out. Lucien! Marcus!' she called out. 'Strip her. I want to see nothing but her naked flesh in ten seconds!'
They did as they were told. They always obeyed when a command was given. Tanya felt her own, passions rising as they stripped the girl. The sight of all that naked flesh turned her on strangely. She had hated Henrietta as this woman must hate her, but Tanya knew now that being hated meant nothing as long as there was hope.
Hope that Mr. Steele would relent and break his firm rule about never having sexual relations with his assistants. But Tanya knew she could get him into her bed. She was beautiful and sexy and would do anything for him. Her loyalty would win the day.
For a dominant man like Mr. Steele, Tanya was willing to do anything. Anything at all!
