Demanding Victim

Demanding Victim

“I like to play games,” she said, as she lead him into her bedroom, “There are a couple of games I want to play with you.”

They had met earlier that evening at a bar, and hit it off. He had drunk more than her, and they’d danced the night away before she’d suggested that they go back to her place. He hadn’t been able to believe his luck; she was stunning, tall, slim, pretty, and athletic enough that he was pretty confident she wasn’t wearing anything under her flimsy summer dress.

“What games were you thinking?” he said, in a tone that said he wasn’t likely to refuse anything she suggested.

“Well, in the first game you do whatever I tell you until we’re done. You’ll find out what the second game is if you can finish the first game.”

“I’m no sub, babe. You sure you don’t just wanna fuck?”

“That won’t matter, I won’t tell you to do anything you don’t want to,” she said, “I just want to make sure you do the things I want done to me when I want them.”

To sell the idea she ran her hand down her side, pulling the already flimsy dress tight over her body, showing her curves and hard nipples. When he seemed to still hesitate she ran her hand the other way, hitching the hem of her dress up enough to confirm his suspicion that there was nothing but her body under it.

“Well, we can give it a go,” he said, falling for her hard sell, “but if I’m not into it I get to tap out, right?”

“Yeah, you want to chicken out, just say and we’ll just fuck, but then you’ll be a loser and never get to find out what the second game is.”

“OK.” he said, “Let’s start.”

She smiled hungrily, tilted her head back, and licked her lips before giving him his first instruction.

“Take off your belt, and wrap it round my neck.” she said, in a commanding voice.

He blinked in surprise, then unbuckled his belt and looped it loosely around her neck.

“Not like that. Around once, then slip the end through the buckle.”

She helped lift her long hair out of the way as he rewrapped his belt around her throat, forming a broad leather noose as she had instructed.

“Now pull on the end for a slow count of ten. Make me feel it’s there.”

“You sure?” he said.

“You know the rules of the game. Do as you’re told and choke me baby.”

He tugged on the end of the belt and started to count in his head, watching her face as the belt tightened. She looked calm, but with a glint of passion starting to build in her eyes. After he reached ten he let go, and she took a deep breath before panting for a couple of seconds. Her panting made her boobs bounce in a way that went straight to his crotch.

“You can pull harder than that.” she said, in a challenging voice, “Another slow count of ten, but pull as hard as you can. And take my dress off with your spare hand while you choke me.”

He decided that this was the time to take charge a little more, and show her how her little game could get out of her control. He grabbed the end of the belt around her throat, wrapped it around his hand, and yanked on it as hard as he could. She stumbled a half-step towards him, before catching her balance and straightening up. This time her lips parted in a silent gasp as the belt tightened. He began to count in his head, and tried to slip the straps of her dress from her shoulders. It should have been easy to remove such a flimsy dress, but he had trouble getting it past her arms, as she had started tearing his clothes off as soon as her air was cut off. By the time he was at five, he gave up on subtlety and settled for ripping the straps and then letting the ruined dress fall. She had worked even faster, having both hands available, and he was as naked as her, his cock standing out like a flagpole. Maybe she’d be upset at what he did to her dress, but she’d given him an order, and he wasn’t losing the game this soon.

“That’s better,” she said, slightly hoarse and panting even harder, “keep up the rough treatment until I tell you to stop. Now, I want you to use the belt to force me to my knees, than shove your cock in my mouth. Fuck my face, and choke me in time with your thrusts. You’re to stop when I finger your asshole.”

He decided she’d been right when she had said her instructions wouldn’t be hard to follow. She didn’t try to resist when he yanked the belt downwards, falling quickly to her knees and opening her mouth wide. He plunged his rigid erection between her lips and into her open throat. Her tongue flicked over his shaft as he thrust into her, and she allowed herself to gag slightly, her throat muscles spasming around his dick. After a few thrusts he remembered her orders to choke her as he drove into her mouth. The next time he thrust he pulled the end of the belt tight at the same time, and gasped as he felt her throat squashed around the tip of his cock. Her lips, her teeth, her tongue, and her throat felt so good on his dick he forgot himself for a short time and fucked her face heedless of anything but the sensation, yanking as hard as he could on the belt to make her throat even tighter. The sensation of her long fingernail slipping into his asshole brought him back to himself, and he released the pressure and withdrew, holding his dripping cock millimetres from her lips.

“That was good.” she said, “Now use this belt like a dog lead, pull me to my feet and drag me to the bed. Push me hard from behind so I fall onto the bed, but keep hold of the end of the belt.”

These instructions were getting easier to follow, or he was losing his fear of hurting her. She seemed to revel in this treatment, anyway, eyes alight with passion and lips parted in anticipation as he did as she said, treating her first like a dog, then like a rag doll. Her body looked spectacular as she landed spread-eagle on the bed, naked but for her dancing shoes. He could barely hold himself back, but the game kept him waiting, he wasn’t going to lose by not waiting for her next order. In any case her mind seemed to be far filthier and more imaginative than his.

“Now, fuck me hard and choke me.” she said, rolling onto her back, adjusting the belt around her neck slightly, “Make sure I can’t breath when I cum. Keep going until I tap you twice on the shoulder to tell you to stop. You may kiss me.”

This instruction was no surprise at all, and was exactly what he wanted to do. She was dripping wet as he thrust into her, and immediately clenched her pussy muscles around his cock. Apart from that she didn’t react as enthusiastically as he expected to thye intrusion of his cock, until he tightened the belt around her throat. She spasmed inside as he cut off her air, which felt incredible, and her hips rose to meet his. He felt her cum underneath him and, as instructed, cut off her air as she came. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her long fingernails into his back, tearing gouges in his skin, but he didn’t care. Once he felt her relax again he released the pressure and let her gasp and pant for air. She didn’t tap his shoulder, though, so he continued to pound away at her pussy. Soon she started to lay still again, accepting his cock, but without enthusiasm, so he tugged on the belt around her throat. Again that set her off, fucking him back as hard as he was pounding her. He got into a rhythm, choking her to get her going, then letting her breathe until she lost interest. Somehow, despite the tightness of her cunt, and the way she spasmed inside every time he cut of her air, this was so fascinating he almost lost track of his own orgasm, and was shocked to see her tense under him as she came for a second time. He nearly missed the cue, and almost forgot to deny her oxygen with her pleasure, but caught himself after a second. Again she dug her fingers into his back, he was sure she had drawn blood, but that seemed well worth it. This time he dipped his face to hers and kissed her hungrily as her orgasm tore through her. This time, when she recovered she tapped him on the shoulder, and he stopped and withdrew as he had been ordered. It was probably the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.

“Keep a little pressure on, I don’t want to breath to easily.” she said in a hoarse and raspy voice, sitting up, “That’s better. Now, I want you to roll me over, haul on the belt to pull me onto all fours, and fuck my ass hard until you cum. Don’t release the pressure on my neck until I’m done.”

“Until you cum? I’m really close, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“No, until I die. I always said that offering my asshole to a man would be the last thing I’d do, and I want to go out fucking. I want to fuck for the rest of my life. And don’t worry about how close you are, I’m seeing stars, that last run took most of my air. I’m closer to the end than you are.”

“I can’t do that! That’ll kill you!”

“I want you too, and if you don’t you’ll never get into my ass. And you’ll lose the game. Are you a loser?”

Half drunk on alcohol, half drunk on sensation, completely drunk on her, this made sense to him at that point, so he didn’t argue any more, he just followed her orders. He rolled her over, knelt behind her and used the belt to drag her onto her knees, bringing her asshole up to his throbbing cock. He pushed against her rosebud, and felt resistance. She was pushing back with her hips, but not relaxing her muscles to let him in. Orders were orders, so he pushed harder. Whatever she had said, he had been aiming to allow her enough breath to get through this, but it seemed she’d thought of that, in order to get enough leverage to get into her he had to haul on the belt with all his strength with one hand, and a big handful of her hair with the other. If her mouth and her pussy had felt incredible, this was something else, her virgin asshole was the tightest thing he’d ever stuck his dick in, it was taking all of his strength, and her thrusting with her hips to get his cock into her bowel, and the sensation was glorious. Forgetting how good she looked, forgetting the implications of what he was doing, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, revelling only in the sensations of the moment. The tightness of her ass around his cock, the way she spasmed a little inside as the belt drew tight, making it even harder to get into her, but so much better when he did.

A tickling sensation against his cock brought him part way back to reality. He opened his eyes and looked down, to find that she had slid one hand between her legs to finger her slit. Her fingernails were brushing against his rod, and the other hand was busy squeezing, twisting, and tugging her boobs. It seemed that the pleasure of touching herself was worth enough to her that she had abandoned any attempt to hold herself up, and was letting the belt around her throat take her weight. For a second, the fear that he might actually end up killing this girl bloomed in him, then he felt her buck as she started to cum once more. That set his orgasm off, and he lost all control, wanting nothing more than to bury his cock in her tightness over and over again. Instinctively he hauled back on the belt with strength he didn’t know he had, letting go of her hair with his other hand to grab her hip for better leverage. He floated in that moment for what could have been seconds or could have been hours, until he filled her bowel with his cum in a series of massive thrusts. As his orgasm subsided he let go of her, and she fell limply to the bed in front of him. He had intended to unloop the belt from her neck, it might not be too late, but he was spent, from drink, dancing, an epic fuck, and the male biology that brings sleep after sex. He fell asleep on top of her without even checking on her.

Some hours later, he was woken, still on her bed, still laying on her lifeless body, by a shrill alarm. In confusion he searched around her room until he found a mobile phone ringing in a draw. He tapped the screen to silence the alarm and dropped it in shock when it started playing a recording of her voice.

“If you’re hearing this, you must have won my first game, that I like to call ‘Demanding Victim,’ and you’re now ready to play my second, that I call ‘Getting Away with Murder.’ From the moment the alarm on this phone was silenced, you have one hour until an automated system calls the police to this address. Use it well.

“Of course, if you want to play in hard mode feel free to fuck my body one last time before you start trying to cover all this up, or running, or whatever. I want you to fuck my corpse, and this time you get to use me just how you want.”

He turned back to the bed, and rolled over her still beautiful body, opening her legs to expose her pussy.