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Banana

bystickivicki©

The raw, cold wind had been buffeting her face for the past hour, turning it rose-colored with burn.

Lola pulled her fur coat closed, tight across her chest, tucking her hands under her arms to keep warm as she stood waiting. Waiting patiently for someone. She paced back and forth on the street in her thigh high black leather boots and full length coat. Her long ginger hair blew across her face as the car turned the corner illuminating her on the dark street.

The car pulled up beside her and rolled the window down.

"Hey Sugar, looking for a good time?" she enquired as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Get in," a deep ruff voice grunted at her as the doors unlocked.

Lola walked around the car and got into the passenger seat, placing her bag at her feet and rubbed her hands together putting them up to the heaters.

"Can you turn the heat up Sugar?" she asked nicely with a smile, exposing her sparkling white teeth against the ruby red lipstick.

He reached forward and turned the heaters off.

"You don't need to be warm." he grunted and picked up speed.

"What do you mean Sugar?" Lola looked at him with a confused look on her face.

He ignored her and continued to drive, locking the doors.

Lola put her hands in her coat pockets looking for her phone, pepper spray, knife, something, anything. Nothing.

"Where are we going Sugar?" she asked trying to stay composed.

"You don't need to know. Now shut up and stop calling me Sugar!" he yelled at her.

She could see they were heading onto the highway, he could be taking me anywhere she thought to herself as see looked on helplessly.

"What's your name? I'm Lola." her voice quivered.

"John. And your name is whatever I call you, whore."

"Okay John, whatever you want. Please tell me, where are we going?" she pleaded.

"You will find out when we get there. So stop asking or you'll feel the back of my hand. Okay?!" he proclaimed.

A single tear fell from her eye, she quickly wiped it away as she looked out trying to figure out where she was and where he was taking her. As she looked out nothing seemed familiar, they were in a dark dank part of town, where the warehouses and storage units are. Nothing good ever happened to people in this part of town.

As Lola was deep in thought the car slowed to a halt, John unbuckled his seat belt and got out locking her in the car. She looked around. A warehouse. An empty warehouse. She grabbed her bag and riffled inside. Finding her phone, she dials.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I've been kidnapped, I don't know where I am but I'm in a locked car at an abandoned warehouse. Please help..."

"Ma'am, please stay calm. And stay on the phone with me."

"I can't he's coming back... I.."

"What the fuck are you doing you little whore!!"

"Ma'am are you alright? Ma'am?"

John screamed at her, grabbing her by the hair, dragging her out the car, onto her knees, and the phone smashed on the concrete.

Lola let out a cry as she fell onto her knees holding her hair, trying to get it from his grasp.

"John. Please?" he pulled her hair making her crawl behind him into the warehouse.

"JOHN!" she screamed.

He let go of her hair with one hand and slapped her across the face with the back of his other hand.

"Shut the fuck up you little whore!"

Lola sat sobbing, holding her cheek as she looked up at him with disgust. He grabbed her arm pulling her coat off and dragging her to a chair and throwing her in it.

He proceeded to strip her, cutting her little black strappy dress off with a knife and tying her arms behind her back with rope. He tied her legs to the chair, leaving her exposed to the cold winter elements in the abandoned warehouse wearing only a g-string and thigh high boots.

"Please, stop. Why are you doing this?" Lola sobbed.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, you little whore!" he spat at her and striking her across the other cheek with the back of his hand as he walked away.

He walked out of her sight. Suddenly she felt a pain in her head and everything went black.

When Lola came to, the warehouse was full of men, watching her, masturbating over her exposed body. She scanned the room looking for John but he was nowhere to be found. She noticed various different equipment that wasn't there before. One of which was a wall full of whips, canes, bondage, ropes, chains and ribbons.

"Please, help me. Help me!" Lola cried out as she pulled at her restraints.

The men laughed at her. One man walked up to her as he was playing with himself and came all over her face.

"That's the only help you'll be getting, Sugar." he smirked as he slapped his cock across her rosey cheeks smearing cum over her lips.

John appeared with a white rag in his hand, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and covered her mouth and nose with the rag. As she drew deep breaths everything became hazy, the smell she knew, chloroform.

When Lola came to again she was lying on a mattress covered in sweat, cum and tears; alone. She could hear someone laughing deep and loudly, but couldn't see them.

She lay on the semen covered mattress holding her head in her hands as flashes of what happened began to reappear in her mind. The smell of sex all around her.

A myriad of sexual experiences - first time gangbang, multiple holes abused at once, tied up, chained down, pillaged for their wicked fantasies; as she lay thinking about it, her abused pussy began to moisten once again at the thought.

Reaching down she ran her hand across her bruised cunt, the slightest touch sending shivers rippling through her entire body. As she touched herself she felt the warmth of orgasm wash over her once more, she let out a loud moan.

Her mind replayed one specific experience over and over, making her orgasm roll on and on.

'She was tied to a pummel horse; feet bound to the legs, draped over the tops and her arms bound to the other side of the legs. A line formed round her, waiting for their taste of her cunt. The men watched her arousal as they stroked their cocks; waiting, watching, aching for their turn on the whore.

She cried out as the wave of orgasm rolled over her once again. Another man plundered her hidden velvet depths with piston force. He rocked the pummel horse that was securely fixed to the floor with his thrusts. Each of the thrusts met with deep growling groans from Lola as her fingers clawed at the wooden legs.

Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, the last thing she remembered was a deep ruff laughter.'

Her eyes fluttering as she came hard on her fingers again.

"I thought you would have had enough for one night, whore." the deep voice bellowed.

She moved to the edge of the mattress slowly on all fours, in agony after the fuck fest her body had endured over the past 24 hours. As she tried to stand she fell to her knees. That is when John appeared in front of her.

"That's where you belong you little whore. On your knees, sucking a cock."

"But I'm not..." she was cut off by John shoving his cock in her mouth.

"What were you saying whore?" he questioned her as he held a fist full of her hair holding her in place.

She sucked his cock dry for fear of what he had done and could do to her again.

He grabbed her ears as he forced his cock down her throat as he came hard. Cum dripped out of her mouth and nose as he let her go, throwing her back onto the mattress.

"Don't talk back to your Master, whore. Haven't you learned that already?" he looked at her in disgust.

"Don't you look at me you dirty whore! Kiss my feet!" he demanded.

Lola crawled over to him and kissed his feet with her jizz covered mouth.

"Now lick that off my feet."

She did as she was commanded.

"Master. Sir, when can I go home?" she asked as she sat at his feet, hands on her lap, looking down at them.

"We can go home whenever you say your safe word Lola." he reached down and tilted her head up towards him.

"Banana." she replied.

He pulled the fur coat around her shoulders as he helped her up onto her feet. Once she had it on and fastened securely he scooped her up into his arms.

They made their way out of the warehouse to the car outside, he placed her gently in the passenger seat and they made their way out of the warehouse grounds.

"Did you enjoy yourself Lola?" he asked as he ran his hand up her sticky thigh.

"Mmmhmm." She purred. "Did you have fun?" she smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"I loved watching you being filled by lots of cock, seeing you ache in anticipation and quiver as the orgasm rolled over you like waves." He grinned widely. "Let's go home wife." He smiled as he rubbed her hand, entwining their hands together.

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by Anonymous01/20/17

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Sexy then romantic. I like it.

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