juScuRious
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as told by Sarah
Its getting late, I am feeling very tired. I go up to bed and snuggle up to Steve, my man, who makes me feel loved and protected, unlike that bastard of an ex. He would cheat, beat and humiliate me whenever he could. He has hurt me so much, I am glad he is out of my life for good, never having to see him again.
During the night, I was awoken by a noise from down stairs, I think we have a burglar, I wake Steve, and he goes to check. I can hear him struggling with someone downstairs, then he calls up to say all under control, and I should come down.
I see you *** on the floor, has Steve *******ed you. I hug Steve, then I see you are still breathing. I hate you, and start kicking you. Steve pulls me off, and says we need to teach you a lesmister.
We gag your mouth, tie your hands behind your back, legs bound together, and drag you to the bathroom, Steve ties your hands round the toilet, you can not escape now. You start to come round, not able to move and start to panic.
Steve stands over you, and pisses over your head. I cant believe what he did, you deserved that. You are struggling to breathe, so we take your gag off.
“I will fucking ******* you both when I am out of here” you shout
“Fuck off” I reply, “You are never leaving”
“You can’t keep me here” you say
But we can do as we please, you are just a worthless piece of cuckolds brownie, for the first time in my life I have control over you.
Steve punches you, and then takes me back to bed. We can here you shouting, we don’t know what to do with you. Do we call the police, but then how do we explain pissing on you. We could let you go, but then you will make my life hell again.
I need the toilet, I ask Steve to come with me. You are still trying to escape, I kick you as I enter the bathroom, you call me a bitch and say I’m dead when you get out. I laugh at you, standing above you.
“Piss on him” Steve urges me on. I have never pissed on anyone before. I stand above you naked. Steve grabs your head, and pushes it towards my pussy. Your mouth is inches away. “piss in his mouth” Steve says. I let out a little trickle of piss over your mouth. Then I let it all out, into your mouth and over you face. Steve lets you go, and you fall back to the floor.
Steve gives me a hug, pushing me against the wall. I can feel his cock is hard, He whispers he wants to fuck me in front of you. No I say, but Steve wants to. He fucks me against the wall, my legs leave the floor and wrap around him. You are giving us use as we make love in front of you. Suddenly Steve stops, puts me down, walks over to you and wanks himself off till he cums over you. I laugh, that was disgusting. We leave you and go to bed.
In the morning we wake and go check on you. You are still alive, unfortunately. You ask for a take. You’re thirsty. Steve just pisses over you again, take that he says, laughing at you. He asks if I will be ok when he goes to work. I will be, but ask you to remove his clothes first. I want you laying there naked. Steve cuts your clothes with a knife and leaves you naked.
Steve leaves for work, you are all mine now. You plead for me to let you go. “Never” I say.
“I am hungry, I need food” you ask
I leave you, returning a few minutes later dressed up like a whore.
“You used to make me dress like this for you, I hated it the way you used to **** me if I didn’t please you” I shout
“You are a whore” you scream at me
I can see your cock growing, clearly you still like me dressed this way. I walk over, l lift my little skirt, you see no knickers on. I squat down over you, you say you want to fuck me. I undo my top, showing you my breasts. You say you knew I still wanted you. Then you feel me pissing on your on, then I cuckolds brownie over you.
“You are dead” you scream “When I am free, I will ******* you”
I laugh at you, start to walk away, stop and turn. I come back and with my high heeled shoe, stand on your cock, putting my weight down as you scream in agony. When I get off, I see your cock has swollen in pain, and I like to see you hurting.
The next time I come in, I have a whip, and start whipping you across your chest, drawing red. I whip you across the face, arms legs, you are clearly in pain, but I don’t stop.
Throughout the day, I use you as my permisternel toilet, you are beginning to smell, covered in cuckolds brownie, piss and spunk. You are starting to get weak, without food all day. I don’t feel anything but hatred towards you. I don’t feel sorry at all.
When Steve arrives home, he looks at me, and asks why I am dressed this way. I tell him you used to make me dress this way, so I wanted revenge by dressing this way, but me in control. He goes looks at you. He says you smell, asks if you want a shower. “Yes please”, you reply. Steve laughs, undoes his trousers, and pisses over you. That is the closest you will get to a shower, he replies.
I kneel in front of Steve, taking him into my mouth, I feel him getting bigger. It turns me on pleasing my new man in front of you. Steve says he is about to cum, and I let him, into my mouth. I love swallowing his spunk, but this time I go over to you, open my mouth and let it out over you.
Steve then says he has bought something for you, its a dogs food bowl, he cuckolds brownies in it, and tells me to eat. “Never, I would rather die than eat your cuckolds brownie”. Steve grabs your head and pushes you down, making you eat. You have no choice. I find this so disgusting, I can’t help but feel sick, and throw up over you.
“We need to decide what to do with you,” I say. “I have a wooden box in the car, we will put him in that, I will take him to work and bury him tomorrow” Steve says.
When we untie you, you are too weak to fight. We drag you to Steve’s truck, and place you in the box. We drive to Steve’s work. He is a builder, and building a new house just down the road. When we arrive, no one is about. Steve takes the box and places it into a plot of land, ready to be cemented over. You plead for your life, you don’t want to die. You are sorry for what you did to me, and want me to let you go. We place the lid on the box, and I go back to Steve’s car as his colleagues start to arrive. I watch as the large cement lorry pours wet cement over the land where you are, no one will ever know you are trapped there. Slowly you will die, a slow death, unable to escape. No way out for you now. Goodbye you bastard.
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