Note: this is part 2 of a recollection of a CNC scene I did a few months ago. I strongly recommend reading part one first.

Part 2.

Early afternoon the following day, I was heading in the general direction of her house. I stopped at a hardware store along the way to get some large zip ties, a bag of 18 inch thick black ones. Normally in play, I carry a lot of equipment with me; lots of rope, leather cuffs and collars, spanking implements,whips, vibrators, etc. But today I was traveling light. I had a small case with two medium sized dildos, a black silk hood, vinyl tape, and a military issued safety cutting tool. In the parking lot, I strapped the tool to my belt, took out 6 zip ties and engaged them to form large circles that could easily be tightened and put them in a pocket. Then I put the tape in one of the cargo pockets and the dildos in another. I left the hood out to carry. Then I headed directly for her.

I parked in the same spot I had the previous night. If she were to look out the window, she wouldn’t be able to see the car, as it was hidden by a large hedge in her neighbor’s yard. It was cloudy out, and look like a storm was forming. Distant thunder tumbled as I got out of the car and walked through the yard toward the window I’d spied through last night.

I’m sure that I looked suspicious, but as far as I could tell, there wasn’t anyone who could see me. In the living room, I could see that she’d cleaned up from the night before. She wasn’t in the room, though. I walked around looking in windows- she was not in the bathroom, or the kitchen either. The shades were drawn on the bedroom window. I noted that it was about 12:30 in the afternoon, and it wasn’t likely that she was still asleep. I crept around to the back door that leads into the kitchen, and quietly tried the door. It was unlocked, and opened quietly.

Good girl.

I stepped into the dark kitchen and quickly closed the door behind me, then stood still and listened. There was no sound indicating someone was active in the house- no music or television, no water running. The only sound I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. My adrenaline was pumping, and I realized my cock was throbbing, and I was almost painfully hard.

I stood in place for a few more minutes, still listing intently and trying to control my breathing. Then I made my way into the living room, where I stood quite for a few more minutes. I could see her bedroom door closed at the end of the hall and quietly made my way toward it. I stopped at the door and listened- I still couldn’t hear anything. Something touched my shin and I almost jumped- it was her cat, rubbing up against my leg. I reached down and scratched its head, and picked up the silk hood I had dropped in surprise. Then stood for a moment more. She must be in the room, all the other doors were open and the rooms were empty. I steeled myself and gripped the doorknob, knowing that I’d have to move fast. In a quick movement, I threw the door open and walked into the room.

She was in bed asleep, book open on the bed next to her. She was on her side, facing away from me, covered in the blanket. I watched her for a moment to make sure she wasn’t faking , then gently closed the door behind me. There weren’t any lights on, and the room was dim save for the light that got in around the window shade. I walked up close to the bed, holding the hood in one hand, and pulled the zip ties out of my pocket. Keeping one in my hand, I set the others on the bedside table.

Standing still for just a moment more, I took a deep breath and looked at her- her body outlined by the fall of the covers, softly breathing and obviously in a deep sleep. My antics the night before must have kept her awake later than normal, causing her to need an afternoon nap.

It was time.

I jumped onto the bed on my knees, and roughly drew the hood over her head. I threw off the covers and grabbed her arms behind her back, looping the zip tie around her wrists and cinching it tight. She was startled awake, and cried out in confusion. I put my knee in the middle of her back and shouted “Shut up cunt! Be quiet and do as you’re told and you’ll live through this!”

She was struggling under me, and I grabbed he hair through the hood and yanked her, hard, to the edge of the bed. I grabbed her by the throat and slapped her face twice, then let go and grabbed another zip tie, pulling it tight to bind her feet together. She was wearing the same green v neck from the night before but had put a bra on, and short white pajama shorts made from T-shirt fabric. I held her throat again and pulled out my cutting tool. I dragged her up to a standing position against the wall, and slapped her face again. When she felt the cold metal of the tool against he neck, she quieted down. Still struggling a little, but now out of discomfort rather than total surprise. I dragged the tool down her body, cutting open the shirt, bra, shorts and panties , which all fell off of her curves but remained hanging off her because of the way she was bound.

Putting the tool back in the sheath, I held her neck tightly and roughly shoved my hand into her pussy.

“You listen to me, cunt” I said, as my fingers pushed forcibly into her. “Whatever you think you want, is wrong. The only thing you want is to live through this, and the only way your going to live through this is if I get what I want. So what you want, is anything I want. Do you understand?” She pushed back and started to say something. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and grabbed one of her nipples, pinching it hard and twisting it. She yelled and moaned in pain. “Do you fucking understand?”

“Y...yes!”

“Good. I’m going to take my hand of you for a moment. If you try to get away, I’m going to hurt you” she nodded through the hood, and I let her go and pulled the roll of tape out. I rolled up the hood to just under her eyes, then would the tape around her head to keep her eyes covered, but her mouth and nose exposed. Done, I tossed the tape onto the bed and looked at her. She was flushed red, breathing heavily. I could see tears on her cheeks under the hood, and one cheek redder that the other from the slaps.

I stuck my fingers in her mouth, making her taste her pussy on them.

“What do you want, cunt?” I asked, as I withdrew my hand.

“I.... want....what you want?”

“Good. I’m glad to see you’re not entirely stupid and can follow my logic. Now get on your knees”

She started to kneel, and I pushed her down, roughly, undoing my pants as I did so. My cock was purple and hard as a rock. I was more turned on than I had been in years. I pushed my cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat, her lips at the top of my shaft an the base of my balls. She gagged and struggled against me, but I held her in firmly in place.

“This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to use all of your holes, as much as I want, in any manner I want. You are going to resign yourself to the fact that you are a thing to me. Your only purpose is to be a toy that I can break and throw away. I’m going to fuck your face for a bit, and you are NOT to swallow. Any spit or cum in your mouth, you will drool out onto your tits. That drool will be the only lube I use when I fuck your ass, so it’s in your best interest to follow these instructions.”

I pulled my cock out and was rewarded with a thick slime of drool connecting my cock to her lips as she gasped for breath. I caught it with my had and rubbed it all over her lower face.

“Good girl”.

I rammed my cock back into her mouth and started pumping her throat, her head against the wall, gagging her as her arms and ankles were tied behind and under her, obviously uncomfortably.

I fucked her face like a machine, rhythmically sliding almost all the way out then back in, my balls slapping against her chin and her drooling each time I withdrew. Then I held her head and pinched her nose, my cock all the way in. She gagged and choked around it coughing and causing thick ropes of slime to spatter out. I pulled out and wiped my cock on her face and hauled her to her feet, where I used my free hand to collect the drool from her tits. Then I bent her over the bed and slapped the slime into the crack of her perfect ass, and quickly pushed my cock all the way into it. She cried out in pain, and I lifted her so she was on her knees, ankles tied and hand tied behind her back. She was sobbing with each thrust, her little asshole contracting each time I rammed into it. I put one foot on the bed for stability, and hooked my hand into her mouth and pulled her cheek back while pushing her face down.

“Shut up, cunt. You want what I want.”

With my other hand, I stuck my thumb in her pussy and crushed her clit with my fingers. She moaned loudly, and I could feel my cock against my thumb as I fucked her asshole. Her pussy was dripping wet, cunt juice dripping out of her in long strands. I could tell she was about to cum, so I stopped and pulled out of both holes, and pushed her over on her side.

I put my cock against her lips. “Clean it”.

She obediently opened her mouth and gently licked and sucked me, running her tongue under the head til it was shiny and purple.

I flipped her onto her back and lifted her legs, spanking her ass and glistening pussy hard and fast, dozens of times in quick succession. She yelped and twisted to try and bring her legs down, but I held them firmly in place, each blow adding to her redness, and splattering her wetness. I pushed her legs further up, knees to her face, and slid my cock into her cunt, which was soaked. Too wet, in fact; there was no friction. I grabbed the pajama and panty tatters that were still hanging off her right thigh and yanked, ripping the fabric off, and used them to wipe her pussy off. She had yelled when the fabric ripped off, so I wadded up the pussy soaked clothing and shoved it into her mouth to keep her quiet.

Putting my cock back into her, the balance of lube was much better and I started fucking her, on her back, legs held up against her tits with my full weight. With my left hand, I choked her, and supported the balance of my weight with my other hand. I fucked her hard, each thrust provoking a muffled cry . I could feel myself getting close, so I pulled out and removed my pants and the rest of my clothes. I pulled the dildos out and set them next to her on the bed, then knelt above her face, jacking off my dick, and pulled out her gag.

“My balls and my asshole, bitch.”

I sat on her face and felt her tongue sliding around the base of my sack and my taint. Once her tongue found my asshole I put more weight down and let her stick it inside, writhing around. The little slut was hungry for it. I grabbed the two dildos, and with her legs still up, I pushed one in her ass and the other in her pussy. She jolted in surprise.

“Don’t t worry, I brought some friends to help me”

I fucked her like this for a few minutes. Then started rotating the toys and my cock. I moved around, alternating fucking her ass, pussy and mouth, substituting the toys in whichever hole my cock wasn’t in. She came repeatedly, exhaustively. Panting, her body spent. I pulled out of her ass and slapped her face with both toy cocks, then pumped her pussy a few more times , build up my charge. When I was at the threshold, I pulled out and yanked her into a sitting position.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” She willing complied and I put the tip of my cock onto it and let her suck the head as I jacked off. “Remember, no swallowing “ getting close, I jammed it to the back of her throat and grabbed her head, moving it back and forth as my orgasm built. As I came, I grabbed her head and stuck it in as far as it would go, pumping my cum into her. She gagged, struggled, and as there was no where else for it to go, she coughed and sneezed as cum flew out of her nose. I pulled out slowly and she hacked out the slime onto her tits, drooling cum from her lips and nose. I used my hands and rubbed it all over her face, slapped her again and got up.

“Stay there” I told her. “Don’t fucking move”

I got dressed quickly, and went out onto the deck to have a cigarette and beer from her fridge. I slammed the door behind me so she could hear me leave.

I sat outside for about 15 minutes, then quietly let myself back in. She was right were I left her, panting, sticky and glistening. I stood her up and put her facing the corner.

“I’m going to cut you loose. You will not fight. You will not remove the hood. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“You’ve been a very good girl. Don’t wreck it by not following the instructions. After I cut you loose, you are to remain standing in the corner until you count to 500. Out loud, so I can hear you. Once you hit 500, you are free to remove the hood and go about your day. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good”

I used the cutting tool to cut the zip ties, ankles and then wrists, then gentle kissed the back of her neck as she began counting.

“ One... two...three....”

I gathered my stuff and left, her voice following me out. “Fifteen...sixteen...seventeen...”

As I stopped for gas about 15 minutes later, I texted her from my primary number. “Hey, I’m so sorry, but something has come up at work. I’m not going to be able to come by today. Is there a time next week we can try for? Again, very sorry-I was looking forward to this scene”

I saw the bubbles indicating that she was texting back. Then disappear, then come back again. Then nothing.

Suddenly there was a text on my second line, the one I’d sent her video from the night before. “Who the fuck is this???”

End