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Give me back my broken night
my secret room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin Wall
give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
it is murder.

"The Future"

"That's not funny," she said, "not funny at all."
"I wasn't trying to be funny. Hell, I wasn't even joking. How often do I
ever joke? I want to tie you up and take photos. Is this so evil? Is it
strange? Would I be the first man to want to do this? I don't think so.
Probably not even the first man to want to do it to you."
She turned away from him and pulled the sheets tighter about her body. He
knew he should let it go, that she'd reached her point of no longer being
accepting to the idea, but....
"What about just tying you up? Or what about just the photos? We can burn
them after we look at them."
She did not answer.
"Well?"
"You really expect me to take you seriously?"
"Yes!" he said.
"What would be the point?"
"Of taking me seriously?"
"No, you ass, of taking photos if you're only going to burn them?"
"Oh. You don't get it do you. I just want to see you move in sexy ways. I
want to see you pose for a camera. I want to see you make yourself all up
and shave your pubic hair in a perfect little triangle. I want you to become
seduction and sensuality. I want to shoot roll after roll of photos of you,
spread them on a table, stare at them for hours, memorizing every detail,
and after that...who cares? Sure it would be nice to keep them, but I
understand where you might not like this idea. So, we burn them."
He kissed the back of her neck then, in a way he knew she liked. The short
wispy hair there tickled his lips, making them tingle, almost the same
sensation as a sneeze. He touched her skin with his tongue, tasting her.
Lightly he sucked, being careful to not leave a mark. She hated marks, only
occasionally allowing him to leave one on her breast or the inside of her
thigh, but only when he begged, and she was in the mood.
"Then why do you want to tie me up?"
"Sometimes, I hate you," he said. "Can't a man want to do something without
having to explain why, even when the why is obvious--especially when the why
is obvious?"
"All this talking about sex has got you turned on, hasn't it?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Okay then."
"Okay what?"
"We can."
And deciding that it would be better not to play as though he were dense, he
kissed her once again. She turned back to him then and the sheet fell away
from her body, exposing her breasts to view. He leaned in and kissed each in
turn, then began to playfully lick her left nipple. Her breathing slowed and
grew deeper.
"I could pose for you now."
"Can I take pictures?"
"No. But I could I could become seduction like you asked. I could dress up
in tight clothes with sexy underwear on, then slowly strip. I could do
whatever you like."
"Forget it," he said. "You don't understand."
"It's forgotten, but I want to fulfill your fantasies. I just don't think I
am up to having my flaws preserved forever on film."
She reached out and touched the bulge that was his cock, pulled down the
elastic band of his shorts and freed his penis. His cock was erect, but not
to its fullest potential. She'd seen it so blood filled before that the skin
was shiny and winkleless, the head swollen and purple. Now, it was obviously
hard enough to accomplish penetration, but if an erection was any kind of
barometer of sexual pressure, then he had a ways to go.
"Then tie me up. I actually think I'd like that."
"Are you just doing this for me?" he asked.
"Motivations, motivations, motivations. Can't we just do something without
having to explain why?"
He smiled at having his own line throw back at him, when other men would
have gotten mad. From under the bed he procured three lengths of rope, he
smiled again when she asked him how long they had been there, but he did not
answer. Instead, he bound her wrists with one length, the other end he
fastened to the frame of the bed. He did the same for each of her legs,
tying her legs so that they were spread open.
"Now what?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. It's scary to know you trust me this much. I can do anything
now, you know. I could take those pictures. I could shave your pubic hair
off. I could anally fuck you."
"I could scream," she said.
"I could gag you."
He climbed onto the bed, straddling her body, being careful not to put too
much weight on her. His cock lay on her belly. He reached forward and took a
nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He pinched both
cruelly and she winced at the suddenness of the pain, but otherwise said
nothing.
He propped her head up with two of the bed pillows so that she could watch
what he was going to do next, then he pushed both her breasts together and
began to slide his cock between them. At first there was more friction that
he expected there to be and the skin of his penis was pulled at and hurt,
but he did not stop, rather he just slowed his thrusts. Inspiration struck
then, and he moved up and put the head of his penis to her lips. She'd never
done this for him before and he wasn't sure if she'd do it now. Although she
wasn't in a position to say no, if she protested he would stop. She opened
her mouth.
Her teeth, her tongue, the warmth, the way she looked as her mouth formed a
perfect O, all conspired against him. He almost came, but he had a fear that
if he did she would put a stop to their games, and besides, he wanted to
fuck her breasts some more. He pulled his cock from her mouth and again
started to slid his penis between her breasts. This time her saliva, and the
small amount of liquid that came from his cock, were enough to lubricate so
that he was able to rub against her with pleasurable friction. Again he
brought himself to the blink of orgasm, stopping only because he wanted this
event to be special, he did not want to waste it doing anything too common.
"You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that? Preserve the flaws? What flaws?
From the top of your golden crowned head to the bottom of your petite feet
you are beauty. I bet I could prove it to you with pictures."
"Give it up."
He stood, cock still erect, and went to the closet. He took out a gift
they'd received from a mutual friend, but had never used. A small but
powerful vibrator. They'd turned it on once, but only to laugh at the
unusually housewarming gift. He wasn't even sure if the batteries were still
charged. They were. It was louder than he expected, the buzzing filling the
room. She still had her legs spread and she still did not protest when he
touched her with it. At first he drew it up and down her in long, slow
movements, going from her bellybutton, down to her ass, then back up again.
He could tell it was tickling her, then exciting her, then making her
nervous, but he continued to do this for sometime.
"Fuck me with it," she said.
"You always did have a potty mouth during sex."
He obliged her request--she was in no position to demand anything--by
inserting the phallic shaped object into her vagina. Her lips seemed to
grasp at it hungrily, sucking it deeply into her. He began to thrust it in
and out, picking up his tempo as he went. She bucked her hips and made the
most excruciating noises possible. He'd never seen her react like this
before. Even when he was sure she was coming she never lost control, and now
her whole body was into this small toy.
Cruelly he removed it from her. A quick sucking sound was all there was and
she settled back down into the bed. He turned off the vibrator.
"If you say I can take pictures I will give you more."
"Extortionist," she smiled, "no."
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"
"Pervert," she smiled, "no." Then, "You can, if you want, but if I tell you
to stop, you have to."
He wasn't sure how to go about it. He was half hoping she'd say that she
had--even though this would have driven him into a jealous rage--or given
him a look of disgust, but instead she'd given him permission--permission to
molest her virgin ass. He untied both her legs, asked her if her hands were
okay, had her roll over, and once again tied her legs. This had long been a
fantasy of his, but somehow it had never come up. He got behind her and
opened her ass cheeks. The puckered opening there looked mysterious and he
wondered how it would feel wrapped around his cock. He also wondered how it
would feel to her. She nervously tensed her ass a couple times.
"Relax, I'm no where near ready."
"Go slow."
"Planned on it."
He found some hand lotion of hers on the stand next to the bed. He'd read
somewhere that oil-based lubricants were bad--he wasn't sure why--so he was
happy to see that this lotion was not. It would probably be easier if she
was untied, he thought, but then she probably wouldn't have agreed to any of
this if she wasn't bound. Amazing what a set of ropes did to a woman's
inhibitions.
The first drops of lotion dropped right onto her anus, bull's eye. A couple
other fell shy and looked like someone had already came on her, like in one
of those porno movies where the guy always pulls out to prove that he's
coming. This he just wiped away. He threw the lotion aside and put his cock
between her asscheeks. He rubbed up and down between her cheeks, lessening
the distance of his strokes each time, until he was rubbing back and forth
on her opening. Eventually, he was concentrating on just the area he desired
to penetrate, but he was afraid. What if he hurt her? What if her didn't and
she was disgusted at him, or him her? It was too late to stop now...for
either of them.
"Ready?" he asked.
She only whimpered in reply.
He pushed against her, but she was tense and it was not easy. Only the head
of his penis entered her. He moved in and out slowly, just barely violating
her.
"Relax."
She tried and it seemed to work, he slowly entered her. The sphincter muscle
gripped his cock and he kept going, until he was all the way in her. The
soft cushion of her ass felt strange to him, as it was against his crotch.
He moved out of her then, but not all the way. Slowly and carefully. He
wanted to make this last and he was already too turned on by their earlier
activities and the fact that he was getting to do this!
"How does it feel?"
"Strange."
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Does it feel good?"
"I don't know, it feels strange."
"Want me to stop."
"I don't know."
He continued to move in and out of her. He didn't want to stop, and would
have been disappointed if she'd said she'd wanted him to. He got an idea
then and reached out and picked the vibrator up again. He turned it back on
and reaching around, found he was able to get it back inside her cunt. He
could feel its vibrations also, but only a little. The change in her was
phenomenal though.
She once again started to move and buck. At first this scared him, as he was
afraid that he'd accidentally hurt her, but he quickly decided that she
wouldn't do it if it was painful. He increased his speed and became less and
less concerned about how far and hard he was fucking her ass. Soon, he was
going with much more intensity than he'd thought she'd be willing to take,
and not only did she not seem to mind, but she was enjoying it. He could
tell.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck my ass, come deep inside of me! Make me feel
dirty. Make me feel used. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He did his best.
Resting against her back, he found he was able to take a breast in each
hand. He squeezed them, hoping that the vibrator would not fall out, since
he was no longer holding it in place. Her ass did not give him the
sensations he was expecting. The hairs around her anus scraped at his skin
and only the opening itself was tight. It reminded him of oral sex by an
inexperience woman, or masturbation using only two fingers. He decided that
he much preferred other ways of getting off, but this experience was new,
and there was something to be said for it for this reason alone. And she
seemed to be enjoying it.
He came into her with a shudder and a gasp. The seamen was hotter than the
inside of her ass and he could feel the warmth of his own come as it shot
from his penis and entered her.
"Can you feel me coming?" he asked, but she did not answer.
He collapsed onto her when he was through, but he was considerate of her
pleasure also. He did not remove his cock from her ass, deciding to leave it
there instead, even though it would soon grow limp. He reached down and
touched her cunt, and played with the vibrator, with his right hand. With
his left he continued to massage her breast. He pulled the vibrator from her
and placed it directly against her clitoris.
"Come, you bitch!"
She made a small whimper of pleasure at being called the name. He'd never
understand why she got off on this, making an act that was otherwise free of
judgments--if it felt good, how can it be wrong?--and turning it into an act
of dirty base lust.
"I fucked your asshole and came inside you, you whore. I'm going to leave
you like this and use you all night long. I am going to fuck you anally
again and again. I'm going to leave you tied--"
She began to come then, thrashing around and outdoing her earlier
performance. He'd never seen her come with such intensity, even when she
masturbated she did not lose it like this. Her body, and his, were covered
in sweat, and he felt his penis slip from her ass and she squeezed it with
her muscles, one last time, forcing it from her.
"--until that vibrator runs out. For days if I have to."
Her orgasm slowed no signs of abating and she struggled to get away from
him, but being bound with him on top of her it was not possible. He tortured
her with pleasure until he knew she'd had enough. He shut off the vibrator
and set it aside.
Their breathing became normal after resting awhile.
"Want me to untie you?" he asked.
"No, go get your camera."