C9 ~Weird~

~Weird~

Tony dragged Kate by the dog’s chain he put on her neck and whipped her pale buttocks till it reddened. As she crawled on her fours ebulliently, she came to a pause when Tony commanded, “Stop, slave.” Next he clenched two elastic belts around her ankles which linked to a lever. Each time he pulled the lever her legs parted, and her hairless vagina opened and closed like an automatic zipper. He stroked her firm breasts and with his other hand pinned her on the throat.

“Will you ever leave me for anyone?” queried Tony.

“No master,” she answered uneasily, breathing hard each time. Her lustful gaze shot at her oppressor.

“Will you ever submit to other authority?” he queried further but this time rubbed her clitoris with the rim of his penis.

She trumpeted a lengthy moan and trembled under the belt which divided her legs like a chicken over a burning ember

Tony kissed her ruggedly and spanked her buttocks, “Bitch you want to leave me for some other master. He pushed out his fore finger, tossed it before her eyes for her to behold before he dug it into her vagina and fingered her. As he did he warned, “This is what you get for disobeying your master.”

His victim was wailing and moaning interchangeably, wriggling like an earthworm encountering the treatment of salt.

“Now talk to me, slave talk to me,” ordered Tony, removing his finger from her vagina and licking of its wetness. “What would be your punishment should it repeat itself?”

She managed to say “Fuck me, master” and wanted him earnestly with her lustful stare.

“Why don’t I do it right away?” He grabbed her waist, monitored his shaft into her vagina and pulled out furiously.

“Fuck me master,” cried Kate, as her finish-me stare called on him. And he slapped her, cursed her and dug deeply into her vagina.

The rest was the slap-slap sound and their moaning possessing the whole room.

When Mr. Fanny was done with his written statement about his stolen gold watch and tape, the police man read it and shook his head. “But Mr. Fanny,” called the police “your statement has no record of possible suspects.”

“I wouldn’t know emphatically,” he replied thoughtfully.

“When do you think your gold watch and tape were stolen?”

“I – uh-,” his finger crossed his lips as he recalled, “I think the night of my daughter’s party because I saw it a day to that day with the belief after my daughter’s party I would insure it.”

The police penned down and looked up to him. I want you to reason well and tell me possible suspects.”

“Men, the whole world is a suspect,” he said and cleared his throat, “I did a superb birthday party for my daughter which featured a whole lot-“

“Where did you drop the watch,” the police cut in.

“In my daughter’s room.”

“And the tape?”

“Same, the tape was affixed to the camera in her room. I…” He stuttered to think.

“And your daughter’s friend. Can you tell me the people she rolled with that night?”

“I know of one Tony Rightman. He was the rightful one picked by my daughter to chill with that night.”

The police shot a fierce shocking face at him.

“Never mind, it was some random party game that came through,” he said.

“And she never took this boy into her room?” asked the police with a keen interest.

“Uh I wouldn’t be sure but as a father that raised a nice girl I would say my daughter is the angel’s dung. She is clean and can’t do trash. She has never been with a boy before let alone bring one into her room. She breathes a-good-girl and I can say she doesn’t know what penis looks like.”

Tony convulsed upon her body, clenching onto her breasts before he stilled his naked body and collapsed on top of Kate whose moan died away slowly, switching over to gasping and panting for fresh air. She held him on the waist, rubbed his sweating back as they struggled for breath, yet stuck to each other. Gradually after what seemed to be forever, Tony pulled his penis from her vagina, stood out, looked in the mirror and made into the bath. When he came out Kate was getting warmth under the duvet, glaring at his nakedness as he dried his body. She whispered her appreciation and let a smile of satisfaction. “I love you and always got you.”

Brian smiled back and said, “I promise to put the sky under your feet. Yeah that reminds me, I called Brian later yesterday.”

“Did he disclose his whereabouts?” she asked still feeling wet down there.

Tony shrugged. “Initially he didn’t answer the phone and later returned the call. Well he wouldn’t tell me and was quick to hang up.”

“Why would he disappear if he’s innocent,” asked Kate, watching Tony pour coffee for two and served her in bed.

“The question is where did he disappear to?” he inquired.

Kate rolled from the duvet and sat up, baring her nakedness. “His mom disclosed to my mom he travelled to Miami, his grandma’s for a brief visit.”

“I knew it he had told me severally Miami would be his destination should his world come crashing. I really want to seize him with my boys and have him confess to raping you. I know he did. Besides, the punch he gave me deserves some repercussion.” He said, touched his face and the black eyes.”

“I know he raped me otherwise why would he have the guts to a bathe me?”

“He was even naked with you in the shower and he claims nothing on your body seduced him. He washed breasts, butt and pussy and walked away clean. Oh common I need to be told he has wine streams and not blood streams, even Father Abraham can’t be too sure of himself at such times.” He drifted to her “Are your parents aware?”

“Only my mom but she discarded the camera into the lake down the street. She wouldn’t want my dad to know about it.”

Tony stood up. “I am the sun and Brian can’t hide from me. I am gonna buzz my loyalists in Miami to track him down. He will pay for ever hurting you.”

She blinked in one thoughtful moment and protested. “Stay low, Tee. I don’t want you to do that in Miami. We will wait for him at this end.”

“Why don’t you want me to fix the asshole?” Tony picked up his phone in rage. His hands were shaking now and she caught sight of it, looked away, stood up and advanced to the window.

“For the sake of his grandma, Tee. We want the bee and not the honey comb.”

She gazed upon Tony and believed he was staring at her rolling naked buttocks and not her decision. She didn’t want things to escalate more than they had; Brian had disappeared; he had fixed himself and nothing more than that should happen to him. She wouldn’t want him to have the best of time and she wouldn’t want him dead either.

The heat from Tony’s breath upon her neck interrupted her thought as she caught hold of his warm body.

“Everything is gonna be fine. As I stand breathing nothing bashful will near your dwelling.”

She had murmured to that and started letting throaty moan and pushing away from him- his penis was making way into her vagina from the back as he held her still on the shoulder, accompanied with the question, “What’s my name?”

In her bid to mention it he pounded into her vagina like oil drill and she groaned and said it anyways.