The Libertine of Anacortes

THE LIBERTINE OF ANACORTES - Chapter Seven

The preparation of salad for lunch was a difficult chore when the movement of my hands was restricted to the 12 inch length of chain that connected my manacled wrists to my collar. Friedrich stood close behind me the whole time and rubbed his crotch against my pussy and plugged ass every time I bent over to chop the salad vegetables. I could feel his cock had grown hard again in his shorts by the time I’d finished. I found it difficult to believe he could be ready to fuck me yet again when he’d already fucked me twice during the morning.

“Pass me that cucumber, slave,” Friedrich said.

It was large, leftover Lebanese cucumber carrot that I was about to return to the fridge. I passed it to Friedrich and then he told me to take his plate to the table.

“What are you doing?”

His stern voice rang in my ears. It took a second to figure out what I’d done wrong. Without a word, I carefully dropped to my knees and then onto my elbows to crawl with his plate. Friedrich followed close behind and then sat after I placed his lunch on the table. When I returned with my plate he told me I was to eat from the floor.

“Give me the cutlery,” Friedrich said. “Use your fingers.”

Just as I had questions about why Friedrich wanted to continue to humiliate me he pushed the cucumber unexpectedly into my pussy. I nearly choked on the olive I’d just fed into my mouth with my fingers; a blush immediately came to my face. The appetite I had for my meal quickly faded although I slowly picked through all of it.

“Are you finished?” Friedrich asked.

“Yes,” I mumbled over my shoulder back at him.

“Good. Now, sit up on your knees.”

I couldn’t sit properly in the kneeling position because of the length of the cucumber. The end of it pressed on the floor between my ankles and held my cheeks an inch or so above the backs of my heels. Friedrich stood from the table and gazed down at me and frowned.

“Your nipples need to be tweaked,” he said.

I immediately began to play with my nipples but as it was so soon after lunch I had little enthusiasm to be aroused in any way.

“Fuck yourself on the cucumber while you do it!”

I groaned softly and reluctantly obeyed. While I slowly bounced on the cock-like cucumber Friedrich pulled down his shorts. His cock was boldly erect and he waved it under my nose.

“Suck my cock, slave. Suck my cock while you fuck up and down on the cuke!”

I reached for his cock and fed it into my mouth.

“Keep playing with your tits! Play with your tits, suck my cock, and ride the vegetable!”

I blushed and bounced up and down with his cock in my mouth, the cucumber in my pussy, and the large painful plug in my ass.

“You sure do love cock!” he grinned. “You’re hungry for it, aren’t you? Hungry to have all your holes stuffed with cock…”

I mewled softly because I knew he’d like that; not because I agreed. I felt thoroughly degraded enough as it was.

“Faster, slave; fuck yourself faster. I want to see you cum for me; cum for me and show me what a slutty, cock-loving whore you really are!”

I mewled and moaned loudly in an almost theatrical performance of wanton lust.

“That’s it, slut!”

Friedrich began to vigorously fuck my mouth. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper each time until I gagged with each thrust. It was a relief when his cock finally deposited his jism in my mouth. My ass ached sorely from the plug and my pussy had refused to spill forth any of its natural lubrication to ease the rough fuck from the cucumber.

“Swallow it all, slut; swallow my seed and remember I totally own you!”

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