Pussy Burglar (4)

She woke groggy and light-headed.

Where the fuck was she? The light came in from a different angle than she was used to. The bed felt strange. And what was that smell?  Her stomach grumbled, and her pussy throbbed. It all came rushing back to her. The smell of sex. Of cum, semen, sweat. The memory of the man who’d brought her to this sad state of affairs.

Her mark.

Her robbery run amok.

Her fucking captor.

Rising, she tried to take stock of the bruises and aches, but the need to pee made her slide off the edge of the bed. The length of chain fell to the floor beside her with a startling clink, making her gasp as it coiled down the length of the bed. The lock that fastened the chain around her ankle was titanium and used a 7 digit code to open. That fucking bastard. The pee was pressing, so she hobbled towards the bathroom. There was enough chain to get her to the toilet and the shower, but not the tub. The relief of emptying her bladder made her close her eyes, though her girly bits stung as the hot urine hit it. She wondered if there was a thing called “cock burn” on ones pussy lips, raw from over use.

“Goodness, pussycat really needed to piss, didn’t she?”

Shocked, her eyes flew open. Her mouth opened in a round o of disbelief . What the fuck was he doing in here, watching her pee, avidly. He leaned against the door jamb, loose pajama pants riding low on his hips. A dark arrow of hair pointed below the waistband, hinting at the weapon that lay beneath the cotton plaid.

“Get out!” she hissed, bending over as if to shield herself from his gaze.

“I’ve seen every inch of you. No point in hiding. And I need to piss myself.”

“You can certainly go piss yourself,” she hissed. He moved forward, towards the toilet. She shrank back.

“I’m not done…no…geezuz…”  A soft moan came as he took out his shaft and began pissing. On her. He sprayed her tits, the junction of thighs and pussy, her face. She held up her hand; he pissed on the palm.

“No ugh! NO!”

A squirt of pee hit her cheek, into her mouth as she protested. Before she could spit, his hand slapped over her mouth.

“Swallow.”

Her eyes glared at him, then welled with tears as his hand stayed firmly planted over her lips. His gaze was that one often described in romance novels…steely. The small amount of pee in her mouth was sharp, bitter, warm. Fuck him. She tried forcing it out her lips, but his hand was too hard-pressed against them. Too add insult to injury, his dick continued to drizzle warm piss onto her lap. She whimpered behind his hand, tried to shake her head, tried to stop the fucking bastard. His free hand grabbed her nose, sealing it shut.

“You want to breathe, swallow.”

She struggled. But he had her pinned, stuck on the toilet with his piss covering her.

She swallowed, choking as he released her nose.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it, kitten?”

“I hate you.”

He smiled at her, patted her head. Grabbing her earlobe, he pulled her upright.

“Someone made a horrible mess in here. If you expect to eat, you’d best get busy cleaning it all up.”

He never looked back as she threw her middle finger at him. He paused, mid-stride. As quickly as it had gone up, she whipped her hand behind her back.

“Oh, and kitten, do wash yourself up too. You reek.”

Too furious to reply she settled for slamming the door, only to yelp as it sprang back from the chain blocking it, striking her toe.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” she whined, as her toe throbbed. Other parts of her throbbed too. How she hated him.

 

About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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7 Responses to Pussy Burglar (4)

  1. ksst says:

    Ohhhh, it gets better and better. 🙂

    • vanillamom says:

      thanks ksst…i wish I had more time to finish working on this…but at least the idea to finish is in my head!

      nilla

  2. sofia says:

    Omg. Yikes. Um, no, no, no…

  3. Wordwytch says:

    A fine addition to this tale.

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