Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Catch Of The Day by Anonymous

Confession

"Catch of the Day" Fantasy Scene

The day was dark and rainy, and thoughts ran dark and rampant in her mind as she opened the car door ready for another day on the streets. All at once a call came out on the squad car radio and as she raced to the scene, she noticed a fast moving vehicle career around a corner. In a moment the race was on. Her adrenaline pumping, she used her superior driving skills to pass the other car and force it to a stop. The suspect jumped from his car: a fine specimen, muscles glistening in sweat and rain, the smell of his fear was apparent, like prey. He tried to run, but her special forces training meant he was no match for her. She slammed him to the ground and hand cuffed his wrists and ankles, then leant down to whisper threats in his ears. His sweat permeated her nostrils, the fear exciting her as she shoved him into the back of her car.

The smell of the sea, as she drove to the abandoned warehouse on the wharf, aroused her. She knew what was coming, but he did not. He excitement growing, her whole body felt electrified. Whispering for him to be a good boy, she pulled him into the abandoned warehouse and over to a rusted hook jutting out from a long wooden. She placed his cuff chains on the hook and began to hoist him up, his loud protests only drove her further into this dark place. She blindfolded him with a an old rag, warning him that a gag would be next if there were more whining. He fell silent at first, as he contemplated what he now thought might be his end. But then as this splendid specimen wiggled on the hook he began whispering, ‘please let me live’. Slowly she pulled out her combat knife - it felt so good, this adrenaline rush. It was addictive, better than drugs. As she cut all his clothes off, the tip of the blade nicked his skin causing him to scream out. She slapped him hard to shut him up, humiliating him by calling him a baby who whined at a mere nick.  Once he was naked, she slowly slid her hands up and down his naked form, then to his cock , watching with a sick fascination as he grew harder and harder. They are all the same she thought, just hard cocks, always ready to please. She gripped his cock hard in her hand and placed the knife blade to his balls, wondering if she should castrate him for all his crimes about which she already knew. She slid her gloved finger into his anus and found a plastic bag. ‘Cocaine? Such a bad boy’ she said. He fell silent again knowing he was in serious trouble now. Her hand gripped his pulsating cock hard, sliding it up and down, feeling his pulse beat fast in his shaft. ‘Maybe I will not castrate you after all, that would be a waste’ she said. Thrusting her finger in his anus, finger fucking his asshole hard, her smile grew wide as he cried out. She slid another finger in, wondering how many he could take, whispering, ‘In prison it would be worse, so let me prepare you’.

She then retrieved one of her toys, a bull whip, and lifted the blind fold slightly , smiling into his eyes and then covered them once more. As he begged and she pulled her arm back before the whip cut through the air and landed on his skin with a snap. He screamed and she wondered how many he would be able to take. But she had more toys after all to play with and picking up her favourite flogger she looked at the man toy swing on the hook upside down, the welts rearing up , a vibrant red colour. Slowly she dragged the flogger over his skin, watching the goose bumps rise, then quickly snaps it against his balls. He screamed loudly , the dark warehouse because his own personal hell, as she flogged his balls until they were first red then blue. His thighs quivered as they were and beaten, but she could stop now: her high just felt so good.

‘I have a sure fire reform plan here’, she laughed to herself, as she turned to smouldering coals in the fireplace. She took a needle and placed it in the fire to heat it up and then pierced the head of his cock. His screams and entreaties only aroused her more, and she pulled out from her pocket a silver ring with her name on it, fitting it to the piercing. ‘This is now mine’, she whispered, as she leashed his cock. She pulled the leash and watched his muscular body sway back and forth , entertaining her. She spanked him over and over as he swung on the hook, her new play thing, then warned him in a soft voice, that if the ring ever came out, he would go straight to prison or, even worse, she would lock him up in her own special place for special guests.

She tightened his cuffs, watching them bite into his skin then pulled her baton out from its holder and began to hit the back of his legs, while he struggled like a fish on the hook, screaming like a woman. After an hour, she grew tired of beating her new toy. She grabbed his hard cock, pleased all that torture had not make it flaccid. ‘There might be hope for him yet’ she thought. She began to stroke him hard and fast. His cock betraying him, he begged her to stop. ‘Now he understands how all those women feel that he abuses’ she thought, for she knew his criminal record. She stroked him faster , wanting to humiliate him, laughing , slapping his hard cock hard, over and over, then squeezes her fingers tighter and tighter, sliding up and down, until he exploded all over himself. Catching some in her hand , she shoved into mouth as his body shuddered in orgasm, causing him to choke and gag before smearing the rest all over his face. , oh what a site to see. The day grew later and so she let him down from the hook, warning that he was now her personal informant, in more ways than one. Finally she let him scoop up his clothes and run from the warehouse. She laughed as she watched him flee, and told herself that in any event, no one would ever believe his story.

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