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A chorus of silence sings between us, full and vibrant. It screams to fill up the near-absolute blackness of the car, a little slice of darkness pierced only by tiny motes of red, green and blue cast by the instruments. The wind outside is neatly shredded by the steel frame and cuts around us in a muffled rush. Heat seeps through the cracks and vents and burns its way through the chugging work of the AC unit; I pass you a bottle of water to keep yourself from sweating to death in it.
For the time being, I let the feather-light dance of my fingertips along the inside of your thigh speak for me. We made small talk for a while – oh, we did. But what's coming is too heavy on our mind for that now.
You and I have been waiting for this ever since we tripped over this sick little fetish we share. We're speeding off to the nearby park in the dead of the night, ready to hit its twisting woodland trails. A heady blaze engulfs us as we both hope to God no one sees us – especially not the cops checking for late-night trespassers – while fighting that white-hot thrill begging to spill from our tummies and into our limbs when we think about someone actually watching.
Am I sweating? I think I'm sweating bullets over here.
Far too soon the ride is over. We must have been rocketing on our way - did our tires even touch the road? I don't think either of us payed attention to anything but the other's mercurial breath. It's lucky we didn't run off into a ditch or some field of crop. Feels like somewhere I blinked and we went straight from my driveway and to this parking lot. It's all the same – I've waited for someone I could live this out with for too long as it is. Any longer and I might actually burst a blood vessel in both heads. I take your empty plastic bottle, and notice you still seem a little parched – while I'm collecting all of our favorite toys into a large backpack, I hand you another.
Gingerly, we steal out of the dark car like cat burglars hoping to score the prize of their careers. What an astute metaphor. You certainly are a prize worthy of any career – of a lifetime, really. It's just as dark outside, even with the occasional standing lamp. Hell, it's almost midnight. Not too smart since I have work and you classes in the morning, but neither of us would be getting a good night's sleep without this anyway.
I take in a deep breath and sift through my surroundings. Even the early autumn heat carries its own distinct scent, one of wild flowers and dimly-recalled childhood freedom. Mingled into that is the cotton-like fluff of recently-past rains. It tingles along the inside of my lungs alongside the thickness of damp wood, wet cement and tire-burnt asphalt. But underneath it all is that sharp undercurrent I've been searching for.
A deliciously bitter twang scorches the air around you, burning its way through me as it fights through damp cotton.
My hands are already across every inch of you. Any sense of control is gone after that. My fingers are brutally tearing your clothes to shreds. I'm like a starved man clawing through the wrapper of his favorite food. I take my painful time with your bra, making sure to bask my face in the warmth of your breasts. Pinching nips of my teeth work their way from one nipple and across the inside of your bosom to the other. A single moan is all I get out of you. That won't do.
Growling with an almost furious tempo, I bury my nails into the soft flesh and twist each opposite of the other. Your tits damn near come tearing off as I strain them as far as the skin will allow. I can't help but fall in love with you all over again, the way your back arches and you delicate hands grip my shoulders for purchase. Ah, there's what I'm looking for. That piercing scream warms my heart as it echoes across the deserted park. I can almost see it rocketing through the treetops over yonder and I'm sure it bounced for miles along the empty roads behind them.
All the same, your heat below just ramped up a damn-near dozen degrees and began pumping out a slick juice to slather the knee I'm grinding into it.
The needles I call teeth are already piercing into the firm cartilage of your ear. I'm snarling into it, nearly burying my tongue deep into your ear drum. Unwavering authority rumbles across my voice as I tell you to shut up – that you and your filthy mind have brought this on yourself. My hand is nearly scorched by a fire erupting between your thighs as I slap that soaking hole I'll soon be burying myself in – wet smack after wet smack rings out as I beat its quivering lips into a puffy mound. You're my bitch now and I make sure that there's no thought inside you otherwise.
A moist heat of my own lubricates my cracked lips as I run my tongue across them. Maybe you can see it shining in the moonlight. Still, I'm standing here with this twisted grip on your breasts and I'd better do something with that before I tear them clean off. Between tear-stained blinks you feel yourself thrown bodily onto the hood of the car, my piercing grip sliding off the bruised flesh that's all I've left of your chest.
Even swallowed in the darkness of this late hour I can clearly see the sex-crazed terror in your eyes. Am I going to fuck you right here, like this, not but fifty feet from where wholesome families while away their innocent afternoons? Gods above, don't fucking tempt me with that look or that whimpering quiver in your bottom lip. Metal screams in agony when I slam my shaking fists into the hood between your thighs – the pain is the only thing that twists the collar back around the animal inside of me.
I'm nearly scraping the skin off my knuckles. They're pressing down as hard as I can muster into the steel beneath you, as my arms hookunder your knees to spread your legs as wide as your hips will allow. Sadistic, maybe, but I can't help the tooth-filled smirk watching your body shiver and quake. How much of that is fear, and how much of it is the darkened embers inside your churning womb just begging for me to reach my iron-hard flesh in and stoke them into an inferno so wild it blisters us both?
Quietly now. I slide my head between your thighs to press my face against your dripping slit. So much of you has soaked these tiny, adorable panties – my nose is almost splitting you in half trying to bury itself into you through them. One gentle nip at your pretty nub makes you jump and squeal. It's almost rock hard, just like your straining nipples, and poking a little button out of the cloth. I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking it back into a more supple form. But they say patience is a virtue, and right now I couldn't think of a sweeter ambrosia than the hurt look on your face when you realize how far I've gone just to tease you.
Catching the fabric between my teeth, a sudden jerk of my head reduces your panties to torn fabric. Unbidden - but not entirely unwelcome - a vicious grin splits my lips as I tilt my head back to glare up into your eyes. The message in my own is clear. This is the only way you're allowed to present yourself around me now. Naked, soft, vulnerable; waiting with equal parts hesitation and excitement to have your slutty body ripped into shreds one cock-starving hole at a time.
Did your pussy just shudder hard enough to spew on me? I didn't think you could get any wetter.
But no – this isn't happening here. Steel aches in my loins, your hands slide against it through my jeans. Fuck, I have to reign this shit in before I lose any more control. Tonight has been planned almost down to the minute. Why do you have to be so goddamn perfect, presenting yourself like a fucking slab of meat in front of a starving hound? Lord knows I'm about to blow myself now and shoot everything down the drain – and all across your face and chest.
Next thing you know I've got you ripped back up to your feet. A vice grip tightens around your wrist as one hand holds it high above your head, stealing away your sense of balance. The other locks around your throat mid-exhale. I can only imagine the fire erupting in your lungs. You're dragged bodily and crushed tightly against me like this, my lips brushing ever-so-gently against your ears as I whisper to you – tell you all the nasty little pleasantries you so love to hear.
You're such a fucking easy slut. My cock must have scooped out whatever little brains you had years ago. All you're worth now is how tight and warm you can keep my dick. Daddy's going fuck you until you're raw and bleeding.
Then He's going to break you until the sun comes up.
Hissing leather slithers around your throat as my hand leaves – but the crushing grip remains. The tight strength of your collar feels ready to collapse inwards, ruining your larynx. Just a hair's breadth too small, I love the way the flesh of your throat bulges out over the top and user the bottom or the band in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure.
Chimes of steel ring out behind you. The shocked explosion in your eyes makes it clear that it takes you no time at all to recognize the intimate weight of your leash. I wonder if that torch burning in your chest has suddenly erupted and scorched its way down into your gut, using your bone and meat as kindling all the way. I've walked you like an animal before – but never completely naked, and not in public. I can see your head whipping from side to side in what I can only assume is a frantic urge to see if we're truly alone.
We can't have that. I can't have you distracted by anxiety – it'll kill this for both of us. You're whipped around to face me again and the back of my fist catches you solidly across the jaw. Almost piercing through you, my voice takes a sharp, curt edge to slice through your tensions. The command is simple – you will keep your eyes here and do as you are told.
And if you should be seen? Let them fantasize about throwing you to the asphalt and ravaging you one after another. A razor smirk catches the edge of my lips. Let them be jealous and wish they could take you from me.
Daddy's petty that way.
Jerking you to the side, my hand digs against your spine and bends you forward over the hood once more. Your feet are knocked aside to spread your legs. Makes it easier for me to run a finger against the tight pucker between those thick, juicy cheeks back here. A quick gasp parts your lips – before you can ask me what I'm doing, your mouth is stuffed by the smooth, supple texture of silicone. Getting a good look at what I'm doing to you nearly sends you cross-eyed, but it's not too difficult to catch a glimpse of the flowing black fur hanging past your lips.
A cat's tail lies bundled on the metal beneath you. Which makes the bulb I'm rolling across your tongue, and lewdly gagging you with as the whim strikes me, the plug to hold it in your –
Your eyes are wide again, and I can hear the muffled shout. You're begging for more time, pleading for me to loosen you up first. Silly harlot – you're ass is as much my toy as the rest of you. One I've worked and plumbed down to its deepest secrets countless times. You're ready for this and you can't lie to me. Snarling at your antics, I yank the plug from between your lips with a wet pop.
Suddenly I'm jamming it into your twitching asshole with a similar popping. Rolled back into your brainless head, your eyes pour rivers of tears with each wracking sob as the gently sloped point suddenly flares out to the locking ridge so wide it rips the waiting hole for your new tail to bloody halves. Anyone else might think I'm raping you, the way I'm assaulting every nook and cranny. But pressed so tightly against you as I am, I feel it.
The thunderous quake in your muscles. The way your toes curl against the hard ground.
The first orgasm of the night ripping through you.
A single moment of mercy. I allow you time to twitch and moan all you need, to gather your wits and ride out the last vestige of your little trip 'round the stars. You can feel me bent over you, my arms wrapped around your waist to keep you pinned. Another bottle of water is pressed into your hands to rehydrate you after shooting so much of your juice across the parking lot.
My voice is soft now. It contrasts so harshly with my tone before it hurts your ears almost as much. With it, I ask if you're sure you want to finish this – if you're ready to keep going. We stay here like this, my body shielding you from the cooling breeze of nearby lakes until you're coherent enough to give me that weak nod I've been waiting for. That I've been hoping for, my fingers crossed in prayer inside of my mind.
Viciously, with an iron grip wrapped around several feet of your leash, I tear you back off the hood by it. The gurgling strangle from deep within your throat is so beautiful. Here's one of the best parts, for me. Grace and poise in your dance while you stumble backwards, trying to keep your balance while slipping into the black stripper heels I've set out for you while you were recovering. So close, now. One hand grips your shoulder tight enough to bruise your delicate flesh, the other clipping a pair of kitten's ears into your hair.
And with that we're off. The crunching of gravel and pulverized asphalt beneath the knife-point of your heels is both soothing and exciting. Every step farther from the car is another chance for some late-night strollers to stumble upon us, but another step closer to brutalizing you just the way we both neee it. So I march you ahead of me, tugging firmly on your lead as needed to keep you in the right direction. You can't see it, but I'm smiling with the way those dainty little bells hanging off your new ears sing in time to the sultry saunter you're putting on display for me. Picture perfect. I'm half-tempted to snap a photo or two of you to keep the memory of this night alive, but I think the flash might be tempting fate. Instead I settle for a low whistle and an appreciative slap of your still twitching ass.
Other than that, the walk to the start of the trails is quiet enough. Whoever the other handful of cars flaunting the park's curfew belong to, we never see them. Which is just as well because it only adds to the fantasy. Maybe there's that many other eager-to-please sluts, just like you, all out for their midnight walkies with their depraved attackers, just like me. Hell, maybe we can start a walking club for little fuck-pets and you can all wrestle and play all night long. Wouldn't that be a fun way to spend our Sunday evenings?
All too soon we reach the forest's edge. I really need to stop letting myself get so lost in thought. Ebony blackness yawns before us as far as the eye can see, ringed by the swaying branches of carefully cultivated bushes and oaks. During the day, I guess it's meant to seem like the magical doorway to some fantasy woods. Now it's nothing so much as the gaping maw of some terrible beast stretching wide to gobble the both of us whole.
You're shivering now way, more than you were before. If I wasn't here right behind you I might think you were standing naked in some winter breeze. Truth be told I'm glad you can't see me right now. I can only imagine how a single moment of hesitation contorts the features of my face into something ugly and unsure. All that shaking, and it's difficult for me to think you really want this. But I gave you your way out and you rejected it – I'd hate to fall out of character now and shatter the mood we've both worked so hard to set.
From somewhere deep in my gut I'm conjuring forth every ounce of control I have. You only hear me slowly drawing a great breath through my nose – you probably think I'm sniffing the air for competitors for your affection, or something equally silly but in-character for the scene. Really, it's just nerve-wracking to trust myself enough to give you the final command that you're standing there waiting for.
Get your fucking ass in there, you worthless slab of fuckmeat.
The whimper that escapes your throat when you feel the barbed tips of a well-worn whip tear into the left cheek of your ass tells me all I need to know.
Maybe not all that original. But it worked.