Filthy Secret

PETER

I pause at the door, watching the slip of a girl barrel past. Nick’s face is a mottled red as he follows up behind. Holding my arm across the door, I stop him in his tracks.

“She’s getting away!” He sputters, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint.

“Where exactly can she go? This place is effectively on lockdown. Besides, with the direction she’s headed, she’ll reach the main dungeon

soon. I’m pretty sure that will slow her down.”

I pause for a moment to remove my jacket and roll up my sleeves. It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of a chase. Arousal and adrenaline pump through me as I hand my jacket to Nick. He eyes my forearms, his anger softening a bit. It’s been far too long since I’ve played with him.

“Bring her dad to the dungeon. I’m going to ravage that virgin pussy of hers in front of everyone. Oh, and the boss man wants to see you so he can finalize the arrangement we talked about.”

Not needing to wait and see if he’ll do what I say, I start along the path my virginal runaway took. I know she must be scared out of her mind, but how stupid can she be to run like that in an unknown location?

My cock kicks against my pants as the heady thrum of the dungeon music reaches my ears. Not long now. My eyes dart about, searching for the naked girl looking lost and alone. It doesn’t take me long to find her.

She’s rooted to the spot, transfixed, as her eyes take in all the depravity The Keep has to offer. Stalking up behind, I take in the curve of her ass, the way her waist dips in just a touch, the mountain of hair cascading down her upper back.

Of all the pussies I’ve conquered, she’s without a doubt one of the prettiest. My balls draw up as I slide in behind her. She still has no idea I’m here. In fact, she seems to have no concept of her surroundings at all. Instead, doe-like wonder lights up her eyes as she takes in the hedonistic merriment. If only we had met on different terms. How different this interaction would have been.

That mixture of innocence, naivete, and stupidity sends stabs of arousal down my spine and up my shaft. Soon, part of that innocence will be gone.

My only regret is she probably won’t bleed on me. Then again, the night is young.

Gripping her by the back of the neck, I lean in close, stirring the small hairs around her ear with my breath. “Kneel, or I will make you. You’re

already in a world of trouble. Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

She trembles at my touch, her body quaking as I stand there, a tower of immovable strength. At first, I think she will not obey, but then, her body starts to sink down before me.

Another wave of arousal hits me at her tremulous show of submission. She doesn’t want to. That much is clear from her clenched fists and rigid body, ramrod despite the fear quaking through her.

It’s that little bite of fight in her that has me about to shoot my load in my designer pants. As much as I love defiling virgins, I love it more when they fight back. Once her knees hit the floor, I surge forward, forcing her face down, planting my knee in her back to keep her from moving.

Instincts must have taken over, because she lashes out, her limbs flailing about. I don’t want to injure the girl, so I keep my pressure firm, but not harsh. Reaching into my pocket, I grab a hank of rope and wrangle one arm behind her back.

Once I get the rope secured, I grasp the other hand and bring it back alongside her other arm. I care little about her legs. Now that her arms are secure, I’ll have much better leverage. Standing, I watch as Penelope rocks back and forth, attempting to roll over. I have no clue what she thinks she’ll accomplish by looking at me, but I let her try, grinning as she merely flops about.

Looking up, I snap my finger, motioning one of the dungeon lackeys over. “I need a sturdy chair and access to the suspension hooks. Make it happen. You.” I point to another one. “Get me a bucket.” She stills at my words, and I can only imagine the horrors that are tripping through her mind.

Bending down, I tug on the rope, helping her up to her knees. “You’re going to walk for me, my dear. And if you even think of causing me trouble, I’ll take that tight little ass first. Understand me?”

Even in the dim lighting, I watch as her face goes pale. Someday soon,

I’ll take that last virgin hole of hers. It would be too much to believe she’s an oral virgin on top of everything else. Her head drops down as I lead her through the small crowd gathering around.

I wanted to do this in the privacy of her room with only her father and a few others watching, but by running, she’s involved so many more people. There, in the back area, my chair and a bucket are waiting for me. As we get closer, Penelope squirms a bit, all pretense of submission gone.

A smile eases over my face as I watch the myriad of emotions play through her body. As a woman, she was taught to fight, as she should, but even with that training, there’s a part of her that wants to see where this will go. I can see it in the pained look flashing across her face when she thinks I’m not watching. I can feel it in the hesitation in her movements.

It’s not just fear and uncertainty making her pause. Hell, the glistening telltale of her swollen pussy that I glimpse now and then is enough evidence that at least part of her enjoys this. She’s not getting wet as a protective measure – I haven’t even touched her intimately yet. She’s getting off on the idea of being helpless, at my mercy.

The problem is, her brain is having a difficult time accepting what her body already knows. She was made for this. She was made for me, and later on, Nick. Once I have the pleasure of coming inside her tight pussy, Nick can breed her all he wants. My cock twitches at the thought of us sharing this delightful morsel.

I can’t have children, but she doesn’t know that. Every time I shoot my load into her fertile body, I’m sure she’s going to wonder if this is the fuck that will get her pregnant. What she doesn’t realize is I’m only going to fuck her when she’s most fertile, limiting her chances of getting pregnant. Once she’s no longer ovulating, Nick will take over. This way, we can keep her a bit longer. At least that’s the initial plan. Things are always subject to change.

It’s not a fool-proof method by any means, and the goal, of course, is to eventually get her pregnant. Right now, however, I want to do things to her that’s not suitable for someone in a delicate condition. I don’t know how potent Nick’s cum is, but I’ve watched him shoot several loads.

Even if he’s fucking her when she’s not as fertile, she’ll soon be swollen with child. If she’s not, she’s still going to be producing milk for us. Our very own HuCow. Another pearl of precum slides over my head as the tip brushes against my boxers, and I groan. I don’t care about her having a kid or not. I just want my lips around her swollen tits as I suck her dry. Breast milk always tastes best fresh from the source.

With the way I’m feeling, I need to fuck her soon, but first, she needs to learn her place in The Keep. She’s not even at a basic submissive level she’s less than that, lower than the dirt under my shoes. Penelope is a fucktoy and nothing more, not until I allow her the privilege of being something greater.

As we get to the chair, the hook lowers down, and her body vibrates with the fear she’s been holding at bay. I slip my hand around her waist to keep her upright, just in case her knees decide to give out. Grabbing the hook, I slip it around the knots holding her arms back and motion for them to lift it just a touch.

It brings her up onto her toes, and that’s when all hell breaks loose. Screams erupt from her lips as she dips forward, her hysteria tipping her off balance. I let her dangle a bit, allowing her brain to fully appreciate the predicament she’s in.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Chuckling, I bring her back upright as an unknown man slides the bucket in between her feet. More and more people gather, watching the spectacle. Good. I always love an audience.

“You’re going to be occupied for a bit, and I don’t want to have to stop the fun because the need to pee overcomes you. I want you to do your business now, before we get started.”

Murmurs shuffle through the crowd as I pull the rope down a bit, letting her squat above the bucket. Her thighs shake as she forces herself to hold the position, her eyes scanning the people.

“Something you need to learn is that when I tell you to do something, you will damn well do it. Now piss.” Her body shakes as she stays there, still as a statue. I know I’m humiliating the fuck out of her, but that’s the point. Again, she chose to run. These are the consequences of her actions.

I strain over the quiet din, expecting her to not obey me, but soon, there’s the splash of her pee as it hits the bucket. Beautiful. Snapping my finger, I hold out my hand for a cleansing wipe and wait for her to finish. With as much is coming out of her, it’s good I insisted.

Once my cock is deep inside her, there’d be no way for her to hold all that in, and I refuse to have her pee on me. Once she’s finished, I take the wipe and swipe it over her, thoroughly cleansing her pussy. She trembles again as I pay special attention to her clit, gliding the wipe over it several times.

“That’s a good girl, Penelope. Was it that hard to obey me?”

She remains silent, but I don’t care. It was a rhetorical question, anyway. Once the bucket is removed, I signal to have the ropes brought back up. Her head whips about as she scans the people, no doubt looking for someone to save her. Penelope bends forward again, tipping her off balance.

“Daddy!” she wails as her feet struggle to get back under her.

Perfect. It’s showtime. Standing behind her, I slide my fingers across her soft ass, letting them trail up and down her cleft, but keeping the touch surface level, light, noninvasive. “Ahh. Yes. Daddy. Right on time.”

Letting my hand drop, I work at my belt buckle, staring at the pathetic man in front of me. If I gave a damn, I’d spend the night lecturing him about keeping something as valuable as his daughter safe, but I’m the one about to bury my cock into her virgin cunt, so I have no room to talk. The last thing I want is for Penelope to be safe. I want her dangerously poised above my shaft before I slam her down, ripping through her proverbial innocence.