Thread: A Father's Anger (FreeUse & Whisper Twice)

I came to, unable to figure out what was real and what was nightmares. Residual pain lingered in my joints and on the surface of my skin. I felt exhausted, beaten, but my skin remained perfectly smooth and unmarked. It was as flawless as I always kept it. I tried for a better inspection, but my hands were cuffed behind me. My neck had a collar and chain like those used on a dog. I was limber enough to get to my feet despite my bindings. David sat there in fresh changed clothes while I stood in my badly wrinkled dress. My Manolos lay discarded on the other side of the chamber, both long since broken from pounding them against the glass. You should eat. Youll need your strength for later, he stated matter of fact. How exactly am I supposed to do that? Like a dog. I wouldnt worry about how stupid you look eating at my feet. You will look back on these moments as the height of your dignity. At this point I didnt care anymore. I was famished and my body exhausted. I knelt down before the plate. My pride swallowed, I bent forward at the waist to bring my mouth down to the pancake. He kicked the plate across the chamber. Do you really think I was going to let you eat? I just wanted to watch you humiliate yourself before me. This is about to go exactly how you think it will go. He adjusted himself as he unzipped and pulled his flaccid, yet still impressively large penis from his khakis. You want breakfast? Then you will suck my cock. There is no way out of this for you, Rebecca. And know that if you try to injure me, I can use this chamber to kill you within minutes. Hes right. There was only one way this was going to go. Id been in an impasse like this before with a man I would need to blow him, and then in his boredom things would go back to my way. I walked forward on my knees as he scooted forward in his chair. My head lowered slowly towards his lap. I was half hoping he would snatch his penis away from my mouth like he did my breakfast. That didnt happen. I kissed the head of his member and it began to rapidly fill with blood. As I continued placing soft-lipped kisses on the head, it continued to grow in response. Veins pulsed along the sides, the whole thing reminding me of a water balloon being filled. When it finally locked itself into a steel bar, I couldnt believe the size. Was that 10 inches? A whole foot? More? What the fuck. It surprisingly didnt look disproportionate for his massive frame. Still it was an unholy marvel. Like it was carved from pink tinted marble to represent the phallus of a titan. I had to straighten slightly to get my mouth up onto his ruling scepter of manhood. I leaned back forward as my stretched lips slid slowly down the length. He fortunately tasted clean and showered with a bit of soap aftertaste. I began to move up and down, keeping my lips tight on his cock. There was a trick I knew to get men to cum quickly, but a quick test of placing him the back of my throat proved that mechanically impossible. I stared straight ahead trying to concentrate on anything other than what I was doing. I looked at his pants. I looked at his blue shirt. Anything but looking up at him. He wasnt going to get the satisfaction of looking me in the eyes while I shamed myself as a woman for the payment of being freed. I wish I had my hands to help speed this up After five minutes of steadily massaging his cock with my lips, I risked a glance up. I was expecting to see his head thrown back whispering the name of disgusting daughter or something else equally creepy. But no. His arms were crossed and he was glaring down at me. He wasnt in the throws of passion. The fucker was watching me whore myself before him! This was completely about power. The pleasure I am pretty sure I was giving him was all secondary. He wanted to make sure I knew that he was the better human being that he was the winner now. My eyes began to wet slightly and the first panicked twinges of embarrassment and shame knotted in my stomach. I think that admission of my defeat was all he was waiting for to go over the edge. Pulling out of my mouth he ordered me to shut my mouth and eyes. I did. Ten seconds later a warm splash hit my face. Then another and another. I had seen the healthy, solid balls at his base while I sucked him. Their mass spoke to the volume he must have stored for marking my face as property. More warm spurts splashed my cheeks and eyelids. Eventually he stopped cumming and I felt him grab the side of my head. I could tell he was wiping himself with my hair. There were footsteps and I smelt fresh pancakes entering the chamber. I opened one eye the other was too sticky and saw a servant bring in a new plate and glass. David zipped himself, took the glass, and picked the pancake up off the plate. Are you ready to eat now, Rebecca? Yes, I nodded to him and then added for good measure, Sir. Too bad he smirked as he tossed the glass contents on my dress. It was orange juice! He turned and walked out the chamber taking bites out of my pancake as he left. Oh, and be ready. Captains Mast is in 30 minutes. Wait, wasnt I just sucking a capatians mast? What was he talking about?