1 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-16 00:05 [Del]
The Game: Step One, Part A
I always find it a bit surprising whenever I get a limp body in my arms, that such beautiful creatures are not ethereally light. Kristen is no different. I could use a variety of techniques to make these little outings easier, but it's far more exciting to push the limits, to feel the warmth of anxiousness running through every fiber of my body. To carefully plan a technique, and to risk being seen by the normies. After all, memory erasing is one of few things I actually can't do here.
The last time I saw Kristen before tonight, she and I had gotten a few drinks, and she had told me about her new semester at school. I told her I'd meet her at her apartment--a wonderfully secluded place off campus--when she got out of class. On Mondays, she gets out of class at 9:00, and from my observations, gets home no sooner than 9:10, and no later than 9:13. Her timing is perfectly consistent and predictable, and I'm a meticulous planner. Tonight she got home at 9:12.
By 9:13 she was passed out with a dart to the neck.
The joy of behaving as normies do is something I only do in these scenarios. For the random woman or girl on the street, I just coast through frozen time, unseen by anyone, and the next thing you know, the unsuspecting broad is in my car or being pushed in front of a semi-truck. It's a wonderful mash-up of physics and biology to watch in slow motion as a living woman is reduced to shreds of meat smeared across the pavement. It's even more fun to pause things long enough to set up some video cameras around the scene, and when the bloody mess is over, to close my eyes and concentrate as the bloody mess reassembles itself into that same woman, walking down the street without ever knowing what happened. But I've known Kristen for awhile, and during all that time, I've always wanted to play the Game with her. It's those girls that I know personally that are always the best. On nights where she was so drunk that she couldn't hold back, she tried getting me to fuck her, but it just wouldn't happen. The only good way to cum is when a woman's body is in pieces, and so I've never even had to control her mind to make her horny. On those night where she would throw herself at me, I'd lull her into submission with gentle charm, and simply examine every square inch of her body, observing the proper spots to place her in my machines, planning a very unique and special scenario in my head for our future Game. The time I've taken with Kristen, like those other girls that I've played the Game with in the past . . . well, the wait only adds to my eventual pleasure, it only makes the fire burn deeper inside me. And those other girls were good, but I haven't found the perfect toy. yet
As I drag Kristen's body behind the cars in the lot, I am obscured by the shadows. I let the dart stay in her neck, to make sure every last drop of the tranquilizer is released, and I place her in the back seat of my car. Rolling her onto her stomach, I hogtie and blindfold her, preparing for the inevitable moment when she wakes up in my car, dazed and disoriented of her whereabouts. I throw a blanket over her body to disguise my special parcel from others' prying eyes, leaving just enough of an opening for her to breathe. This is a necessary precaution, and although it may come as a surprise, driving while time is frozen is not as easy as you think. It's difficult to predict the position of cars as they become temporarily motionless, and every intersection has the possibility to become a huge pain in the ass. And anyways, it's a lot more exciting to drive back nice and normal, zooming past all normies with a pretty little toy in my backseat.
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By the time Kristen's awakened from her tranq-induced nap, I've already got her in position in the game room. We are both completely naked. It's a large, tiled rooms with several drains, and it is filled with all of my favorite contraptions. Tracks run across parts of the ceiling for when I want to hang and move my pretty toys, and I've even got a few pieces of actual sports equipment for a bit of extra fun. The machine I've chosen this time is my favorite, which I call simply Step One. Her head is placed firmly in a guillotine, free to move just a centimeter or two, and her body is supported on a cushioned platform that forces her into a doggi-style position, slightly arching her ass up for easier access to her holes. Her hands are still tied behind her back and her ankles are tied too, except now I've got a hook loosely attached in between her ankles. I've already got her asshole greased and stuffed with a buttplug.
I'm a sucker for reruns, and so there are thirty different cameras positioned at various angles to capture all the action, thirty-two if you include the POV goggles. The POV goggles are one of my favorite touches, and any girl toy lucky enough to be brought to my game room always gets to wear them. Each pair of goggles--mine and hers--has cameras where the eyes should be, and on the inside are two nicely detailed, panoranic screens. They are extremely light and streamlined, and very durable. The goggles work in two ways: first, they prevent her from seeing from her own perspective, and best of all, they show her exactly what I'm seeing. If I feel so inclined, I can also patch into her point of view and watch through her eyes during any of the process. Regardless of who's looking at what, it's all recorded as well, and it often makes for some of the best footage during my Games.
Her creamy skin is softer than usual, and as I run my hands up the back of her thighs, she tries to shake it off, but she can only move so much in her current predicament. She lets out a garbled protest. I prefer not to hear my toys speak in the game room, only scream or cry or whimper, and so I've disabled her ability to speak, except for maybe, "Please!" and, "No!" as I see fit. I pull my hand up and in a whipping motion, I slam it down, reveling in the sweet smack of of her asscheeks beneath. Another protest and short struggle, and I stand back and watch as a red handprint forms across those baby-smooth buttcheeks. She stands about five feet, two inches tall and she weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. She has strawberry blonde hair that's cut short, just below her chin, and her eyes are a soft shade of green. Her breasts aren't particularly large, just a handful, but they're fairly perky, and they feel great. She's got nice wide hips and and a meaty ass, but by no means is she fat or ill-proportioned. She is by all accounts the perfect toy.
When I walk around to face her, I know that she's shocked to see that it's me. I won't let her say anything, but she loudly protests with terrified babbling. Tears begin streaming down her face, and she glances down at my rock-solid cock and her eyes widen for a moment. Up until now, she probably had a vision of some terribly creepy, overweight lunatic in her mind, but instead she realizes with utter shock that it's a charming, attractive young man that's done this to her, and that lucky man is me. "I've been sizing you up for a long time now, Kris," I begin, "and after two years of careful planning, I've finally decided to let you come play my special game. Over the past five years, I've had many pretty young things like you in the game room, but I've taken the most time with you. Now you may be asking yourself, 'What's going on? Why me? What are you going to do to me?', and you'll certainly find out all in good time. But for now, I'll simply tell you the rules of the game, and then we can begin."
"Rule number one." I tell her, my cock pulsing just inches from her babbling mouth. "I make the rules, and I change them as I see fit. Do you understand?"
She nods, crying all the while. "Rule number two. You will cooperate with me fully, or else that guillotine drops and your pretty little melon goes bouncing across the floor. Is that understood?" She squeals in fear, but she nods her head, her whole body shaking with fear. I aim my dick at her mouth and she hesitates ever so slightly, gently turning her head by instincit. I point up at the guillotine and say, "You haven't forgotten rule number two already, have you?" And she answers me yes by surrendering her mouth to me, and I take a few long strokes in and out, letting her savor the lip-stretching goodness of my meat. I pat her on the head and tell her, "Good! Good girl!" She is whimpering softly as she does this, but I let her go on, because it makes me all the more aroused. "Now keep sucking and little closely. You've heard rules number one and two, but here's rule number three. It's actually more of an FYI: There's a lot of things I can do that you probably never thought were possible, things that any human normal human would love to do. This gives me tremendous power, and as you might have heard, power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely. Basically what I'm saying is that we're both going to have a hell of a lof of fun, so don't act too surprised when things get going." I grab the her by the top and bottom of her head and I slam her jaws together at full force on my dick, and she gargles out some sort of surprised outburst. I chuckle as I pull my meat out, showing her the wounds as they quickly heal. "See what I mean?"
She spits a bit, trying to get the blood out of her mouth. "Don't worry," I reassure her with a wink and grin, playfully slapping my dick across her face "I don't have anything". She's stopped crying so much, but she still sobs pathetically as I raise my finger to a red button on the Step One machine. A smile spreads across my face and I hit push the button, which sounds the start horn. "Game on!" I shout, practically ready to burst at the seams with excitement.
Sliding her goggles down onto her face, and then mine, I activate the viewscreens. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the goggles!" I switch her goggles to display what I'm seeing, keeping my view normal. "Pretty nifty, eh? Check this out." And I once again grab her head and line my meat up, and she gets to watch from my perspective and I slide my man-meat past her lips and into her mouth, but it only goes in about half way before hitting the entrance to her throat. She emits a minor gagging sound and I push harder. "Come on, Kris, stick your tongue out a bit and relax that throat. I want to get into that neck of yours." She's continues gagging, and thick, mucousy spit sprays out the sides of her lips with each thrust. It's getting a lot sloppier, and soon I'll be all the way in. "That's it, slut. Get that spit out! Choke that dick down!" And I concentrate, reducing the width of my dick slowly until finally it pops back past her tonsils and sinks into her throat. I grip the back of her head firmly and thrust all the way, meeting with a bit of protest on her end, but it's not like she can say anything with a ten inch dick buried balls deep in her throat, balls dangling across her chin. She is trying to pull back a bit, but I remind her, "Rule two!", and then proceed to lengthen my cock slowly, increasing the girth along with it. Within ten seconds, it's extended a full twenty inches down her esophagus, and as I check the interior cameras of her goggles, I see her eyes are rolling around and back into her head, tears streaming down her face and muffled choking sounds erupting from her nose.
I grab her neck with both hands, and I can feel the veins and muscles bulge as her throat's stretched to nearly twice its normal size. It's in so deep now that her throat muscles can't squeeze it out, and I'm blocking her gag reflex from making her vomit. I pull my cock back up her throat, making sure to stop just before the entrance to her throat, and then I jam it back in. Building up a slow rhythm, I notice that she's really starting to get close to passing out, so I reroute oxygen through my body and out of my cock, giving that sweet, sweet breath of life without ever taking my sausage out of the warm embrace of her G.I. tract. I stop for a second with my cock planted balls deep in her body. "There you go," I say. "Breathe in with your mouth." And then I start pumping again, though I could just let her suffocate to death. Maybe later. Even with the air, she's still practically convulsing now, and it's making my cock tingle and pulse with that pre-orgasmic anticipation. There's nothing quite like having your meat tightly-stuffed into a girl's body, but it's absolutely splendid when you're twenty inches deep into a bitch's head and torso. I begin pumping her face hard now, taking long strokes out, stopping just at the threshold of her throat, and then slamming it back in balls deep. With each in-thrust, I feel her jaws stretching to the limit, her lips mashing against my pelvis as her teeth jam softly into the base of my cock. I've got an endless amount of cum, and I usually like to build up to one mind-blowing climax, but Kristen is different somehow. Kristen deserves more cum than that. She deserves boatloads more, and that's when I start to notice blood trickling out of her cheeks and smearing along the skin of my dick. This is fantastic.
"New rule," I suddenly tell her, my body starting to perspire after only a couple minutes of energetic throat-fucking. My balls are about to explode. "Always come hungry, 'cause I've got an endless supply of protein shakes. Hoooooly fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!" And jamming my cock balls deep into her face, leaning my full body weight into it, my body erupts into the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced, wave after wave of cum spraying down her neck and forcing it's way into her stomach and my meat pulses against the tight, wetness of her esophagus. It's such a tight fit that not a single drop of cum squeezes it's way up and out of her mouth, and I can now feel her digestive muscles contracting instinctively, massaging my pulsating cock as it pulls my jizz into its greedy depths. Her body is shaking violently, and the orgasmic spasms in my cock are slowly tapering off, but I keep my meat firmly planted down her throat, my eyes squeezed shut and my breaths deep and heavy. I slowly open my eyes and to marvel at the sight of my Kristen's convulsing body, her mouth stretched to its limit, wrapped firmly around the root of my meat. I switch my goggles over to her perspective for a second, and I chuckle a bit. It's slightly blurry due to all her shaking, and all I can see is my shortly-cropped pubic hair. I switch one side of my goggles to show my perspective again, a split screen, and I suddenly pull back, sliding my meat out of her throat and mouth with a violent popping sound. "Time out," I tell her.
Setting both sides of my goggles back to my perspective, I sigh deeply, marveling at the magnificence of the orgasm that Kristen's mouth and throat just caused. She is panting heavily, and then she lets out a hearty belch, which makes me laugh. Just then, a pinkish mix of blood and cum suddenly pools on her bottom lip before dropping down to the floor in one long, continuous strand. She tries to babble something at me, but she begins coughing instead. She's too shocked and exhausted to be angry though, and I slide her goggles off for a second, while keeping the tiny cameras still focused on me. Her eyes are red and watery, and her cheeks are smeared with streams of black smears from where her eye shadow was deluged of tears. Her expression is blank and I kneel down and stare her directly in the eyes. "Why so glum, chum?" I ask her, unable to suppress a laugh. "See? I told you we're going to have a lot of fun, and that's was just a little foreplay!" Her face contorts in a anguished frown, her eyebrows furrowing and she begins to sob. She is muttering something, and although I refuse to let her words come out right, I interpret her as asking, "What are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
I slap her across the face and giggle with unrestrained giddiness. Her crying is so cute, it makes me wonder for a moment why the hell I ever waited so long to play the Game with her. I've never had such a fun time with a toy, and I haven't even got to the real fun parts yet. "You know why I'm doing this to you? I'm not entirely sure. I can't help myself, that's one reason, I suppose. I just need it. I murder tens, if not hundreds of women a day, and then I let them get back to their lives. But some of you girl toys, well . . . there's something about you that I just can't resist. I just can't bear to not keep you around. The best thing you can hope for is that I don't get bored with you."
Her crying intensifies into a wailing moan, and it sounds like a choir of cherubs as it pierces my ears. "But I wouldn't get too depressed about it, Kris," I reassure her, rubbing her head like she were a frightened puppy. "You just might be the one". I slide her goggles back on, and mine as well, practically skipping around to her rear end. Pussy, ass, pussy, ass. The chubby little mound of pussy meat looks so scrumptious to me, but of course those pretty lips aren't glistening with juices, at least not yet. Her cute little brown eye stares up at me, tempting me to tear it asunder. I lean forward a bit, my cock dangling between her thighs, and bring my hand around the front of the guillotine and wet two of my fingers in her still-slippery mouth. I bring them back and poise them in the air, just above her holes, gripping her asscheek with my other hand.
"So," I begin to ask her, "what's it gonna be, doll?" I smack her ass hard. "The pink or the stink?"
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[Fret not, my friends.... there's a lot more to come!]
