Subject: FANTASIA: Justin's Girl
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 27 Aug 1994 : alt.sex.stories

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                JUSTIN'S GIRL by V.P. Viddler

    "If you put a gag in my mouth," Patricia said, "Justin won't
hear me screaming."

   "But I want him to hear you," Barry said.

   "Oh," Patricia said. "I see."

   "Don't you think Justin will enjoy it?" Barry said.

   "Of course. But what if he comes in?"

   "I'll kill him."

   "Oh."

   "Will you try not to scream?"

   "I'll try. But I know you can make me scream."

   "I know Justin did. A lot."

   "Yes."

   "Tell me about it."

   "It finally got to the point where Justin couldn't climax unless
I was screaming. If I was sucking him I had to crouch on all fours
with my breasts dangling so he could put his cigasrette on them. I
would suck and suck and if he wanted to come he'd touch his
cigarette to my nipple or grind it out on my breast to make me
scream. And I would scream around his cock and he would come. I had
to be careful not to bite him or I knew what he would to to me. And
I couldn't take my mouth away. I had to still hold his cock in my
mouth and I would scream with it in my mouth and it would shoot
into my throat and I would choke on it, but I had to swallow it
all. Or if Justin was fucking me, I'd be tied down, stretched out
the way he liked it, my body pulled tight so I could hardly move as
he was fucking me. But I did my best, trying to make him climax.
I'd squirm and twist and try to move my hips, but nothing would
make him come. I tried so hard I was panting and gasping, but
Justin just rode it out. Until finally he'd had enough, so he'd put
out his cigarette on my body. On my hip, or my thigh, or my breast
again. And that would make me really twist, twisting in agony, and
that's what did the trick for him. Nothing else. I'd thrash around
in pain and my body would arch up, straining and pulling, and of
course I'd scream, and Justin would come into me. And he'd say, oh
my that hurts, doesn't it, darling? Oh yes, that hurts. That's so
painful. And sometimes he'd do it again, just for fun, and I'd
scream and twist and he'd get hard again. And he'd start over."

   "You're getting me all hot, Patricia," Barry said.

   "I'm sorry."

   "Not at all. I smoke cigarettes, you know."

   "Of course," Patricia said. "Do you want me to take my clothes
off now?"

   "Oh, you're so anxious, Patricia. I think you want to be hurt."

   "You don't think that at all. You know I can't stand it. You
must know I would do anything to avoid it. Anything at all. I think
you know that."

   "Yes, I do. But you can't, Patricia."

   "I didn't think so."

   "I can't wait to hurt you."

   "I know."

   "Yes, take off your clothing, Patricia. Strip down and let me
look at that body. Now. Lie down on the bed."

   "On my back or my front?"

   "On your front. For now. Good. Stretch out. That's it. Arms
tight. Grab hold of the headboard bars. That's right. Hold on
tight. Don't let go. At all. Beautiful. I'll lie beside you. And
light up. Why Patricia, you're shaking."

   "Yes. I'm afraid."

   "That's just how I want you. What a body. Where shall I burn it
first? That luscious round rump? That smooth naked back? Those
long, tender, curving, fabulous thighs? I can't get at your nipple
this way. But your fine firm fantastic young breasts are making
saucy sensuous beckoning bulges as you lie on them. Just enough to
look at. And to touch. And to put out a cigarette on. Shall I try
that first?"

   "If--if you wish."

   "Will that make you scream, Patricia?"

   "Probably."

   "I don't want to have to kill Justin right now. So let's stifle
our sound, Patricia, all right?"

   "I can't--"

   "Stuff that pillow in your mouth, Patricia. All the way in. Bite
on it. All right. Hold on, now. Now, Patricia. Now!"

   "Nnnghh Nnnnnhhhghghghh! Haughhhmmmphhh! Haugh. Nghh. Ngghh. Nn.
Hggghh. Annnphhh!"

   "Oh yes. Oh yes, as Justin would say, oh yes, that hurts,
doesn't it, Patricia. That hurts so much. And yes, I love how your
body twists and arches and bucks and writhes. So painful. Again,
Patricia? Shall I do it again?"

   "If--if--you--w-wish."

   "Oh, I do. I certainly do. Right here."

   "Nnauauauaugghhhhh! Arrrrghhh! Haugghh! Christ no Arrrrgh!!"

   "Oh that's good, Patricia. That's so painful, isn't it? You want
to scream so badly, don't you, darling? Spread your thighs. Spread
them apart, Patricia. Wide open. I'm going to burn you right up
high on this soft smooth curving leg thigh and let you scream your
heart out. And I'm going to fuck you, Patricia. I'm going to put
you on top of me and make you ride my cock up and down, up and
down, and I'll grind this thing out on your fine bouncing breasts
and as you scream I'll shoot it up your pain- filled pussy. And
Justin will come in and I'll make him watch. I'll make him whip you
as you fuck me, whip your back to ribbons as you squirm and writhe
and twist and howl and then you'll crouch over me on all fours and
Justin will fuck you in the ass and I'll burn your nipples off.
Slowly. How do you like that, Patricia?"

   "If you tie me down I won't be able to get away from you."

   "If I do I'll have all the men in this town come in and fuck
your mouth. As I whip you."

   "Burn my thigh, Barry."

   "Say please."

   "Please burn my thigh, Barry. Please make me scream as much as
you want. I'll do it all you want. Burn me all night long. Think of
me screaming and howling and crying and moaning and shrieking and
mewling and squalling and you fucking my body, my agonized
thrashing loving body..."