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Collected by Djian
Payment in Kind
By p_p_man
The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT
read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly
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She sat on the edge of the bed clutching the pink bathrobe tightly to her body. When she
heard the door open she didn't want to look up. She didn't want to see who had walked into the
room. She heard a sharp intake of breath as the stranger saw her for the first time. "Oh yes,"
she heard him say, "you're something else." She heard him approach until he was standing
over her. Her trembling increased as the reality of her situation sank in. "Not speaking eh?" he
said, "well we can soon cure that." Quickly he grabbed her wrist and mashed her hand against
the large cock which was already beginning to harden. Reflexively she jerked her hand away
until it was free again. The man grunted. "That's one thing you'll have to learn girl - total
obedience."
She still kept her head down, avoiding any eye contact with him. Even when he moved away and
she heard him taking off his clothes she didn't move. She felt paralysed hardly able to breathe
as one by one she pictured in her mind his body as each article of clothing was discarded. She
virtually did stop breathing for a moment when she heard him unzip his trousers and heard him
step out of them.
"No point in being quiet girl, you're not invisible, I can see you're there. If you don't look now
you're going to have a real good close up in a minute." She moaned softly at his words but
loud enough for him to hear. "That's better", he said, "I thought you'd died on me." Naked now
he padded across the carpet towards her. Almost gently he put massive hands on each side of
her head and forced her to look at him. She gasped. Nothing had prepared her for this. He was
a giant. Standing well over 6 feet tall and with a body that was perfectly in proportion to his
height. Shoulders broad, chest deep, stomach flat and hard and…and…God she moaned
again…Oh God.
He chuckled as he held her head in a vice like grip. "Like the look of it do you?" he asked,
"and it's not even at attention yet. But that's where you come in isn't it? Now get that piece of
garbage off and let me see what I'm getting." She was still frozen, fear was written all over her
stiff, tense body. His mood suddenly changed. Swiftly he let go of her head and plunged both
hands down the front of her dressing gown grabbing her firm plump breasts in both hands.
She yelped in surprise. "Now when I tell you to do something I expect you to do it,
understand?" and he twisted both breasts viciously in opposite directions until the skin
corrugated and he could twist them no further. She shrieked in pain and even though it was
difficult with the man keeping her breasts twisted she managed to slide the gown off her
shoulders and let it slide to her waist. He let go of her and roughly pulled the gown from her
body spilling her from the bed. 'Oh yes,' he thought, 'she is a looker all right, I'm going to
enjoy this.' Bending down he grabbed her breasts again and pulled her up from the floor by
them.
She shrieked louder this time scrabbling with her feet and hands to gain leverage. Then she
was dumped without ceremony back onto the bed. Her breasts were quickly turning pink from
the rough handling they had suffered and now she was making a noise. Her constant soft
sobbing filled the room irritating the man even further.
"None of that," he said harshly, "now suck on this." and he put the end of his now fully erect
cock against her lips. She was unable to control her sobs that now wracked her body. "Oh
Christ", she heard him say, "well there's nothing for it." and she saw him go back to his clothes.
Hope suddenly shot through her body, as she saw him pick up his trousers, but the hope
disappeared rapidly as she saw him pull the wide leather belt through the loops until it hung
free in his hand. Through blurred vision she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 'No, he
couldn't,' she thought, 'he wouldn't…'
He approached her rapidly, rolled her over on her stomach on the bed and sat on her back
heavily facing her feet, knocking the wind out of her body. Before he started he paused for a
moment to appreciate the firm round shape of her buttocks, now twitching in agitation as she
struggled beneath him. But he didn't hesitate for long. Beneath him she felt his weight shift as
he balanced himself, then she heard a soft swish and then the pain exploded across her
buttocks. Her scream was high and loud, not only filling the room but the whole house. Another
swish another spasm of burning pain another scream. Then a third. Her arse cheeks were
beginning to stripe.
Downstairs her husband put his hands over his ears and muttered "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh God
forgive me, I'm sorry."
The fourth scream rang out. Then the final two cracks of leather on tortured skin signalled the
end of her punishment. He rose from her body breathing heavily and stood by the bed watching
her curled up form quivering where she lay. "Now," he said, "we'll try again," and he pulled her
up until once more she was sitting on the side of the bed, "put this in your mouth and suck it!"
His tone was sharp and despite her tears she parted quivering lips to allow him to slide his cock
into her mouth and rest it momentarily on her tongue.
It was in proportion to the rest of his body and her lips were distorted by the size of it. He felt
the pleasurable wetness of her saliva as she tried to adjust her mouth to accommodate him.
Then he began sliding it in and out. She was as small as he was large and he knew she
wouldn't be able to take all of him but sure as hell he was going to try. Gripping the back of her
head with both hands he pulled it towards his groin as he thrust his hips forward, thrusting the
massive hard rod of flesh back to the entrance to her throat.
Her nose began to run as she struggle to breathe through it and saliva was pouring from her
mouth to run down her chin and hang in long strands to her breasts. He withdrew slightly but at
the same time keeping a firm grip on the back of her head. Then violently he shoved it back
in. This time it gained entrance to her throat. Her eyes widened in shock and panic as she felt it
lodging in the entrance. He knew he couldn't stop now he was almost there so he pushed
forward relentlessly. Suddenly the tiny gap relaxed with the pressure and his cock slid
remorselessly in and down.
Even as he gave a few, very quick, back and forth thrusts getting her throat used to the feel he
looked at her neck with satisfaction as he saw it had swollen slightly to take it all in. "Right
hang on now," he said almost jovially, and pushed hard. A full four inches slid in and he felt the
constriction around it as her throat spasmed and she started to gag. He pulled out quickly not
wanting to damage her too much. As soon as she could she drew in deep ragged breaths,
coughing, spluttering and choking all at the same time.
Her mouth and nose were now running with a mixture of saliva and tears adding to the strands
already attaching her mouth to her breasts. Her chin was a sopping swamp of wetness. Once
more he thrust it back in and once more he felt it slide into her throat. This time gripping the
back of her head even tighter he thrust even harder and with satisfaction felt it slide passed her
throat and into her gullet. Her eyes rolled up into their sockets and she weakly tried to push
him away. Before she lost consciousness all together he withdrew to give her another brief
respite. He let go of her head and took her swaying breasts in each hand squashing them hard
over his rigid cock and dangling balls.
It felt good to have the pliable flesh rubbing against him, and it felt even better to know he
could do it at all and that she was his for the duration. But he was there for more than just a tit
fuck. For ten minutes he used her mouth and throat until she could take some of him without
gagging. But he wasn't there for a deep throat job either. As he fucked her mouth he looked
around the bedroom and saw what he wanted on the dressing table. A few more enjoyable
minutes keeping himself under control for the greater pleasure to come then he withdrew from
her lips completely leaving her breathing heavily still sitting on the bed.
He went across to the dressing table and picked up the jar of cold cream that was there. "Get
on the bed and lay on your stomach." he said as he went back to where she was sitting. Wearily
she did as she was told placing her head on her folded arms. "No I've changed my mind, come
off the end of the bed so your kneeling then bend forward." She did exactly as he said. He
approached her unscrewing the cap on the small jar as he did so. He scooped out a third of the
cream onto his fingers and pushing his hand between her arse cheeks began pushing it into
her anus. She jumped and looked back over her shoulder.
"W…w…what are you doing?" she asked nervously dreading the reply she knew she was going to
get. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing," he said scooping some more cream and
cramming it further up into her arse, "I'm putting cream up your arse, and do you know why I'm
putting cream up your arse? I'm putting cream up your arse because I'm going to fuck it!"
A wail escaped from her mouth. "No please… please don't, I've never done that before, I won't
be able to I know I won't…I'm too small for you. Please I'll do anything else you want but not
that please not tha…"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he roared. "Jesus when you start talking you don't stop do you?" Another
dollop of cream was inserted. "I…I…I'll do anything else you want, I promise I'll be good. He
hesitated. "Anything?" he asked. "Yes…yes anything I'll suck you so you come in my mouth, I'll
even swallow you deep down my throat, I think I can do that now." Again he hesitated. She was
babbling of course using any defence she could to stop him from going ahead but all the
same…Being the nice little suburban housewife she was she could have no idea what
perversions he could make her perform if he wanted.
Then he shook his head. 'No,' he thought, 'I can't spend too much time here.' and he threw the
jar away and dropped to his knees behind her. She whimpered as felt the heat of his loins close
to her buttocks, and then whimpered some more as she felt the end of his large cock nuzzle up
to her small puckered anus. He looked down at his hand guided the cock and started use a
circular movement with it as he slowly pushed forward. Her arse was so full of cream that it slid
in easily enough causing her nothing more than small discomfort. He lodged it just inside of
her rear channel, changed his hold on her to her hips, took a deep breath and shoved the full
length of it deep into her rectum. She almost jumped off the bed with the shock of the forceful
entry, and she raised her face to the ceiling and howled as loudly as she could.
"Aaaaaggggghhhh!!!". He pulled part of the way out then another mighty shove embedded it
deep inside her. Another shriek. He liked that sound. He liked the complete hopelessness of
the noise so for good measure he pulled out and pushed back in quickly one more time.
This time the shriek was more like a moan. Thrusting backwards and forwards he began
sodomising the girl in earnest. Her rectum had stretched to take the width of him and the
cream, which was now being pushed further up into her bowels, helped to ease his progress. He
grabbed her buttocks and began roughly kneading them. He began slapping them harder and
harder as his fucking became faster. He leant over her and grabbed her wildly swinging breasts
and then he forced her mouth wide open with four fingers of one massive hand and simulated
a mouth fuck with them.
She was grunting uncontrollably and rapidly now with each forward thrust. Then his other hand
left her tits and with one hand in her mouth and the other beginning to slap her buttocks for
the second time he felt the strength of himself knowing he could anything he wanted. He
started to feel her return with him each time he withdrew and he grinned maliciously. 'They're
all the same,' he thought, 'they're all the fucking same.' He slapped her buttocks and fucked
her arse faster than ever. He was beginning to lose control. Once again he stopped slapping
her reddened arse cheeks and at the same time took his hand from her over stretched mouth.
Then just before he exploded his loins into her cream filled arse he reached around her one
last time, grabbed her breasts and squeezed and pulled them upwards and backwards as hard
as he could.
She began making a noise like an animal as her upper body was raised from the bed and
slammed backwards into his broad chest. He then howled in release as the spunk began
pumping from him filling her arse. "Yyyeeessssss!!" he screamed as his loins emptied
themselves into her. Then he almost stopped in surprise. As he kept shooting spunk he felt
her body begin to quiver until it was trembling uncontrollably then without warning she howled
aloud with lustful passion as, in a gut twisting reflex a shattering orgasm swept through her
body. 'Shit,' he thought, 'she liked it she fucking well liked it!' and out of anger at her pleasure
he began slapping her buttocks harder as his own orgasm slowed down and finally stopped.
They both fell forward again onto the bed.
He lay there on her back panting heavily. Both bodies were slick with sweat and stuck to each
other slightly. He was still angry, very, very angry. They fucking weren't meant to take pleasure
in the forced rape of their arseholes. His mind raced to think of a way of punishing the broken
woman who was squashed beneath his massive body. Then an idea came to him that made
him grin openly.
His cock was still buried deep in her rectum and he bent his head and whispered in her ear
almost soothingly. "Just stay like that…it's nearly over…not long now.' She hardly heard him.
With the belt beating, the mouth rape and now this final degrading act of sodomy she was too
dazed to concentrate. The final shattering orgasm she had experience had deeply disturbed
her and so she just lay there, head nestled in her arms, eyes closed, almost drifting off to
sleep. She thought he said "now" but she couldn't be sure but then she was viciously brought
back to life. Her eyes widened, her head half raised from her arms and her back arched slightly
beneath the man's weight as she felt the stream of hot stinging liquid pour into her bowels.
"MMmmmffffnnngghh", the sound was bursting from her mouth was one of pure horror as she
realised that he was pissing into her body. "NNNnnnngghhh!!!" She struggled as best she could
but he was too heavy and strong for her. She felt the vile liquid filling her bowels and stretching
her insides as it continued to flow. The man was in heaven. This was one of the actions he
liked. To be able to piss on or into a woman against her will was something he fantasised
about when he wasn't actually doing it. Her legs kicked and stiffened as he continued to fill her.
New beads of sweat sprang out over her body as her internal temperature rose from the heat of
the liquid and her guts continued to stretch with each passing second. She retched, then
retched again and still the urine poured into her, filling her, expanding her. Her small flat belly
rounded slightly at the intake of so much volume. Even he was surprised. 'Shit,' he thought,
'this is a pure fucking load.' He felt the contented pleasure of emptying his bladder and the
sexual pleasure of emptying it into an unwilling, struggling, newly raped woman who was
making animal like noises beneath him. "NNNnnngghhh…," She now lay still not able to struggle
anymore. He gave a few final squirts and as he withdrew and the tightness around his cock
relaxed a few more until he withdrew completely.
With his weight off her back, she staggered to her feet and stumbled to the bathroom holding
her hand over her mouth, retching as she went. The bathroom door slammed shut and the first
sounds of her body emptying its newly acquired cargo, was silenced. The man went over to his
clothes dressed quickly and went down the stairs.
As he let himself out he glanced at the man rocking backwards and forwards on the divan, a
glass of whisky in his hand, and a half empty bottle in front of him on the coffee table,
repeating "God…God…I'm sorry, so sorry…God…" like a litany. 'Stupid fucking cunt', the man
thought and left the house.