Searing Pleasure Pt. 02

Manson is watching television when I bring him his lunch. Today, I'm just in a little white skirt, my ivory blouse unbuttoned down over my 34B breasts. I don't know what he looks hungrier for; my tits or his meal. It's been a pain getting the staff to give him vegetarian food.

I'm thankful that the guards are getting bored, and that there's only one now. He stands outside the door, half asleep his entire shift. One backwards glance the door, and I perch on Manson's bedside seductively. He gives me his knocked-out-tooth smile, and lays back in bed.

I smile back reassuringly, taking the pin out of my hair again to undo the cuffs. Whenever he gets them off, he likes a little massage, so I set about that. His wrists get sore.

I'm less like a nurse to him and more like a submissive little handmaid. I have no idea what he's done to me these past weeks, but I'm compelled to do anything he wants. Charlie just has to snap his fingers, and I'm ready to change the television channels, lobby to get him other foods, and give him extra pain killers to help him doze off.

As I'm helping him to stretch his arms out, he abruptly pulls me down onto the bed. Before I can blink, he has me prone and cuffed, my hands behind my back. I'm now totally helpless. I must admit I get quite a rush from being bound by him-it's so scary to be at the mercy of the one and only Charles Manson, but something about his aloof, hardened criminal demeanor actually calms me.

He hastily removes my short skirt and paws my at my ass. He's gotten hot and bothered from seeing my tiny pink thong and pulls it to the side. Oh, no. I see him starting to stare at my virgin asshole, getting a good look.

"Charlie.. what are you doing?" I whisper softly. He smirks. Those inky black eyes have a certain shine to them, and I know better than to cross him by denying him my ass. He fiddles with my clit, watching intently as it swells up. I can feel his breath on my sensitive labia, and he just revels in how aroused I'm getting.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Pinkie? Do you want me in your ass?"

I whimper. "I..I dunno.."

He spreads my cheeks out wide, showing off my tight pink hole. I can imagine he also sees my glistening lips. When I squirm, he holds my hips still.

"Now, you're gonna reach the last frontier.. you're gonna take me in your ass, flower child."

I nod toward the bedside drawer, biting my bottom lip mercilessly. When he opens it, he sees a pack of surgical lubricant. Charles slams it shut with a flippant laugh.

"We don't need those man-made chemicals to mate like animals. All we are is animals, man."

He slaps my ass firmly, then shoves his fingers in my face. I suck them, getting them wet. I know the wetter I get them, the easier it'll be. His cock is growing, twitching and leaking against my thigh.

When he judges they're lubed enough, he slowly but firmly nudges one at my entrance. It's odd and foreign, like I'm being violated somehow. Still, it feels so right. As I loosen up, Charles adds another finger.

I get very relaxed whenever he looks into my eyes, like he's taking over my mind for a moment. I crane my head back every now and then to catch a glimpse. Finally I just sink into the pillow, burying my face in his scent.

It's then that I feel a sudden emptiness, followed the click of a lighter. Wonderful. Not only has he nicked one of the guards' smokes, he's also laying his cock on my back. It's a useful but intimidating measuring stick, showing off just how deep he'll be able to get.

He runs his cock between my wet pussy lips and thrusts inside. He only gives me a few strokes before abruptly pulling out, cock now soaking wet, and pressing teasingly against my rosebud. It's very clear he wants to drag this out, wants to see just how much control he has over me.

Charlie's slicked up cock oozes precum, and after some teasing, he wastes little time in wedging it into my tight hole. I'm not totally ready, but pain really gets me off. Inch by inch, he's eventually balls deep. I feel as if I'm being split in half, and he's not even moving.

He grunts, and I can tell he's making an effort to keep still.

"Mr. Manson, please be careful.." I squeak. I know calling him that really gets him excited, really shows him who's in charge. Him. In response to my pleas, he takes a long drag and blows it towards my face. That's when he starts rocking his hips.

When he starts thrusting, I not only feel overly stretched and uncomfortably full, I also feel a sharp pain on my back. He's holding the lit cigarette up, letting the hot ash fall onto my tender skin. It hurts, almost everything does, but it also feels so delicious. It's so intense, I find myself physically biting the pillow.

Soon, he picks up the pace, slamming into my ass hard. I'm almost ashamed to admit that I'm enjoying this rough treatment. He's dominating my ass and my mind. I'm completely subservient to him. In the fallen ash, he draws another X, marking me once again.

My pussy is leaking down my legs, and once he's smoked his cigarette down and let it cool down just enough to not do harm, he crushes the butt down on my back. It still hurts slightly, and I wince, hissing through my teeth. I wonder how many other women he's put his smokes out on.

It does get better. He's hitting spots that he couldn't from my pussy, and reaching forwards to pinch and twist my nipples. I'm so sensitive to everything lately that every nerve is on fire. My big gray eyes roll back and my head lolls to side. I'm sloppy, from the tears running down my cheeks to the drying wetness on my thighs.

After what feels like an eternity, he quickly rubs me to climax, then violently shakes my hips. I'm surprised he pulls out, opting to dirty my back even more. Then, Manson takes a gob of cum and fingers me deeply, obviously wanting me pregnant.

I hope to give him an heir, even if it means my career will be ruined. He has me thinking that way. Charlie gives me a final long, searing kiss before picking my cuffs and letting me clean up. I wonder what it would mean to have Manson's child growing in me, and realize that it's a real possibility.

As if sensing my fears, he runs a hand down over my belly. As we tidy up I realize that not only was the guard watching, from what I can see he had his hand down his pants. Charles laughs hard, and says to him,

"You can look at her, but don't you dare touch."

I leave them for a bit, after Charlie lands a final slap on my ass. I'm the luckiest nurse in the world!