Kylie’s Song – Part 2

Kylie’s head was fuzzy as she slowly came to. The last thing she remembered was going back to her place with Shauna. Tonight had been the appointed evening of their rendezvous with Brayden. He had actually agreed to it, to letting Shauna in on the fantasy. She remembered arriving home, seeing a note on the table and two glasses filled with a dark liquid. Brayden’s precise handwriting had been scrawled across the note. ‘Drink.’ She and Shauna had shrugged and done just that…and then the world had blurred, shifted, become totally indistinct. Then blackness.

“Ughhh…” Kylie realized she was upside down before she’d even opened her eyes. The air felt cold, dry. She was in a basement of some kind. She was also completely naked. A chill raced down her body. Goose bumps rippled across her chest as she opened her eyes to see Brayden’s muscled figure. He was wearing a dark skin-tight mask with openings only around the eyes and mouth, but she could tell it was him.

“Good morning little cunt. You and your friend have been asleep, imposing on my hospitality for far too long. I’ve killed dozens of cute little sluts just like you for doing much less to annoy me.” Brayden gently slapped his hand across Kylie’s exposed sex. The sting drove away the last fuzziness from her head. The slap of his hand on her sex sounded incredibly loud, echoing in whatever chamber he was holding her captive right now. Kylie groaned as she realized that her ankles were suspended from the ceiling, spread wide so that her sex was fully bared. Her wrists were chained to iron hooks in what looked to be a cement floor.

Two fingers stroked a tantalizing outline along Kylie’s labia. Her captor’s thumb flicked tenderly across her clit before vanishing.

“Now, what should I do with a helpless little fuck toy hanging upside-down in my dungeon? Would you like to experience real fear, bitch? Would you like to have a taste of what it means to be the Master’s pain slut?”

“No. Please,” Kylie wailed as he smacked her sex again, harder this time. She felt a burst of arousal in the depths of her cunt as he abused her. He smacked her snatch another ten times at least, making her sex feel so sensitive as it ached from his touch. Then he bent his head between her thighs and began to slowly lick at her upside-down cunt. His tongue felt like a healing salve as he pushed it between her legs, exploring her dampening heat. He slurped fervently on her most intimate, soft folds, feasting on her sex as if the fluids were some kind of life-giving nectar or the secret to immortality. Her mouth fell open. She was aware of her hair hanging down nearly to the floor. A soft moan slipped from her mouth as she suddenly pieced together what she was seeing from her upside-down perch.

Just across the way, a young, nubile girl was also completely naked. She sat in a chair, unconscious. Her wrists were strapped tightly to the armrests and her ankles were chained firmly to iron ringlets similar to the ones to which the kidnapper had attached Kylie’s wrists. It was Shauna. Kylie’s best friend was still unconscious. She stirred with a slow ‘Ughhhh’ not unlike Kylie’s from a few minutes ago.

“Shauna!” Kylie half-cried, half-groaned. Brayden was gone now, and in his place there was only ‘Master,’ only the cold-hearted, lust-fueled ‘serial killer.’ He reached down, slapping Kylie’s cheek.

“Quiet, whore. Your friend will wake up and join in your torments soon enough. Enjoy what gifts I offer you while you can.” He resumed licking at her pussy. He burrowed his nose near the crack of her shapely ass as he tongued her deeper, stroking her velvety folds with his tongue until her moans returned.

“Uhhhh… Please, Sir. Let us go! UHH!!” Kylie half-pleaded unconvincingly as she drowned out her own words with the sudden lilt of her moans.

The tongue abruptly left Kylie’s moistening pussy, making part of her feel bereft. Her feminine instincts cried out ‘No! Please don’t stop!’. Instead she suddenly felt a small bite on her left nipple, then her right nipple.

“I said to be QUIET, stupid slave. Disobedience deserves punishment.” He had attached a metal clip to each of her hardened nipples. The clips pinched her nipples hard, making them incredibly sensitive the longer they bit into her flesh. She groaned as she slowly acclimated her body to the unfamiliar sensations. The initial pain dulled to a manageable burn…and that burn slowly stoked Kylie’s libido. She felt her snatch slickening up not just from her Master’s saliva but also from her pussy’s gathering fluids.

“Now, you be a good little fuck-slave and be quiet while I play with this pussy.” He rammed two of his fingers hard into her slick passage. She gasped as he pulled them out, slamming them back in and finger-fucking her for some time. Finally he drew them out, and Kylie could hear him licking up her fluids off his fingertips. Then he dove between her legs once more, his tongue flicking in time to the fingers as they reinserted themselves, fucking her with a crescendo of firm, penetrating stabs. Kylie’s moans crept up on her. Low and reluctant at first, they gathered speed as the Master’s fingers speared into her moistening slit faster and faster, harder and harder, plunging in mercilessly as his tongue lapped at the pearled nub and prize that was her clitoris.

He wasn’t letting up on her. The more she cooed and started to squirm in the midst of her moans, the more thoroughly he fucked her with his forefinger and middle finger. The digits slammed into her so hard, grazing the walls of her cunt as his teeth sucked in her clitoris, as he nipped at her tiny joy bundle and battered it lovingly with his tongue. It was too much for one body to handle. The stimulation pulled her up the precipice, eager to fling her off the cliff – soon. Too soon.

“No. Please stop. This is wrong. Please, stop raping me,” Kylie wailed. But her hardened nipples and the pungent smell of her cunt cream filling the room told her captor ‘Keep going. More!’ and he followed his instinct to dominate her. To make her his in every way that mattered.

Shauna came to with an agonized groan, her eyes fluttering open just in time to see Kylie reach her first unwilling climax.

“Nooo! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Please stop! Aaaahhhh!”

“CUM for me, you hot little bitch. CUM for your Master now or I’ll beat your cunt bloody. Now I want to see cunt cream spurting out of your sexy little fuck-hole!” the ‘serial killer’ growled. Kylie squealed as Brayden’s fingers thrust deep towards her core, as he sucked on her clit so hard it nearly hurt. Her cunt muscles twitched in a series of joyful spasms as she lost all semblance of control. Her pussy gushed like a river, spewing strongly scented sexual fluids which her tormentor lapped up greedily.

“Mmmm!!! Ahh! You taste great, little whore. You should be proud of yourself for coming so hard for your Master.” He kept licking out the helpless girl’s slit until Kylie was whimpering and twitching in his grasp. The Master kissed the hood of her clitoris before rubbing it playfully with his fingers. The assault on her oversensitive nerve bundle made Kylie moan as her heart jackknifed inside her ribcage. The thud of arousal and lust pounding in her veins seemed to extend all the way to the dull yet delicious throbbing inside her pussy. And that throbbing was just the beginning, because part of Kylie had to admit – she wanted more. Much more. Her pussy had just had a foretaste of what might come. She didn’t want her Master’s fingers inside her. She wanted his big, nasty cock – fucking her, pounding her – without mercy.

“Oh, look at this. Your girlfriend finally woke up. Look at this clueless bitch. She’s late to the party. Maybe I should shove my gun between her cunt lips and pull the trigger.”

Shauna’s eyes widened as she took in her masked captor. Brayden was long gone, and in his place stood a muscular psycho wearing only a mask, dark pants and boots.

The Master looked his other captive up and down. Shauna was a more petite girl than Kylie. She lacked Kylie’s athletic build. She was shorter, daintier, yet her larger breasts and thin waist gave her a curvaceous allure that made most men salivate over her. She had a pretty face with shoulder-length, silky brown hair; Kylie had always been envious of Shauna’s perfect hair. Now the helpless naked girl struggled in her bonds. She tried moving her wrists, her ankles. It only led to a mocking rattle since the chair was bolted to the concrete floor.

The ‘serial killer’ bent over her, hovering. He leaned down, licking each of her nipples. “Struggle all you want, bitch. It only makes my cock HARDER before I kill you.” The killer stood back up to full height and unbuckled his pants, dropping them to his ankles. His huge, elongated prick flopped into view. A pearled drop of cum glistened on the tip like an evil promise. He reached into the duffel bag behind him, grabbing something sharp. A savage-looking knife came into view.

“Now, I bet you want to suck this cock, little girl. Do you want to suck this cock?” Shauna was frantically shaking her head ‘No!’ and now her eyes were glued to the sharp point of the knife.

“Really? That’s too bad,” the Master said with deceptive softness. He pressed the flat of his blade to Shauna’s exposed pussy. He pressed the hard metal against her clit.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” Shauna squealed.

“Hurt you?” the captor said with a tone of disbelief. “I’m not just going to HURT you, little girl. I’m going to KILL you once I’m done raping you over and over in all your tight holes. Your girlfriend too.” The ‘serial killer’ glanced back at Kylie, who was shouting at the man to leave her best friend alone. Kylie was fully immersed in the dark, appalling fantasy now…and hoping that Shauna would soon find herself that way too.

Shauna trembled as the Master slowly slid the flat of the blade back and forth across her clitoris.

“Hmm. What do you think, bitch? Should I cut off your clit? Or do you want to suck my cock now?”

Shauna felt an incredible heat surging through her loins. She licked her lips. Her mouth had gone bone-dry. Her heart twitched and galloped inside her chest. ‘Oh god, what am I doing? What did I let Kylie talk me into? And why do I feel so horny right now?’

“Please, let me…let me suck your cock,” Shauna sighed. “Don’t cut off my clit. Please,” she said, her tone imploring in every way. Slowly Brayden put down his knife. He untied her wrists, retying them behind her back roughly before she could resist. Then he picked up the knife again and put it to her throat.

“Open, bitch. Let me give you a taste of the cock you’ll be worshipping for the rest of what remains of your pathetic life.” Shauna opened, aware of her captor’s musky male scent. His heavy testicles bobbed before her as she reluctantly opened her lips, as she felt his cock-head slip into her mouth. No sooner was his cock inside her mouth, she cradled the underside of his shaft with her tongue. She closed her lips in a tight O-shaped seal and began to suck, to slurp noisily on his manhood.

The ‘serial killer’ groaned appreciatively. He lowered the knife and with his free hand to gather Shauna’s hair at the nape of her neck, pushing her head down harder onto his cock until it was hitting near the back of her throat. She could only gulp, gasp, and listen to the awful sucking sounds she made around his throbbing cock nestled inside the warmth of her mouth. Her nose brushed against his pubic muff as he made her take him in completely, his balls gently slapping against her chin like a constant stream of love taps. Her eyes watered as she choked on his cock, as she fought to pull air in through her nose – because she couldn’t breathe through her mouth, not with his monstrous dick half-way down her throat.

“UGGGHHH!!! MMMPPPHHH!!!” she groaned, slurping desperately as her lungs began to burn. Suddenly she felt relief. She sucked in a deep breath as the Master withdrew his shaft. It came out of her rippling jaw with a loud POP. She coughed as his pre-cum dangled from her lips. One particularly gooey stream of pre-cum drifted down to her chest. She sputtered and coughed again as she wondered what sadistic thing Brayden – no, this alter-ego, this cruel ‘serial killer’ – might do next.

“Well done, little bitch. Now maybe we should bring your slut-friend in on the action.” The Master turned back to Kylie’s prone figure. He walked up to Kylie, his rigid shaft glistening with the coating of Shauna’s saliva as it bobbed a little with each stride.

Kylie watched as their captor knelt near her face. He rested his testicles against her mouth.

“Suck on my balls, slut. Let me feel some tongue action.”

Kylie turned her head away. “No. Please let us go!” The rape-captive fantasy had her heart racing, her insides melting with lust even as she paradoxically refused to do as he asked.

“You’re going to learn to obey, bitch, or you’re going to feel pain like never before,” Brayden growled. He took off the two clips attached to her nipples, making her yelp as blood rushed to the tips of her cones. But it was only a flash of relief because the Master then attached a new pair of clips to Kylie’s abused nipples, except these clips were connected by a chain. He tugged on the center of the chain, making the girl’s nipples stand out. Kylie cried out as she felt her sensitive nipples stretched to the limit.

“Are you going to start sucking on my balls properly, whore, or am I going to have to rip your nipples off?” Brayden said. Kylie gently took one testicle, then the other, into her mouth. She relished the wrinkly yet smooth texture of his testicles in his sac. She sucked them, she smothered them. She vacuumed them between her lips, fondling them with her tongue. Finally, when she had his testicles glistening in a way that matched his manhood, the Master withdrew and let go of the chain.

“Not bad, little cunt. I think you deserve a reward.” Kylie felt a shiver up and down her belly as he rummaged inside his black duffel bag. Whatever ‘reward’ her captor had in mind, it couldn’t be good. Her mind raced with possibilities. She gasped as he drew out an object. It was a stubby blue shaft with a triangular point.

“Do you like it, bitch?” Brayden’s voice was filled with gloating behind his mask. “This is my butt plug vibrator. Ever had something embedded deep in your ass? You’re going to love it.”

Kylie shook her head as she dangled upside-down. “No. Please don’t put that in my ass. Please Sir!”

The ‘serial killer’ leaned down and yanked on the chain attached to Kylie’s breasts. Kylie screamed. “Call me ‘Master’ you stupid cunt.” Now the man poured a vial of melon-scented oil into the crack of Kylie’s ass. She groaned as the cold liquid slipped into her anal crevice, then sighed as it warmed up the longer it stayed in contact with her skin. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant. She stifled the urge to moan. Next, with deliberate care, the Master inserted the butt plug-vibrator into Kylie’s ass. With the help of gravity he had no trouble pushing it in deep and making sure it stayed embedded in her shapely bottom despite the oily lubricant. He looked down at her, studying her fearful and expectant face.

“Are you ready for me to switch it on, little slut? Would you like me to start the setting on ‘Low’ or ‘High’?” Kylie whimpered, squirming helplessly in her bonds.