Boundaries

Jenny drifted through a haze of sleep with the vague impression that something was wrong. She blinked a few times and managed to focus enough to take in her surroundings. Same old bedroom. Same old bed. Same old darkness.

She closed her eyes and tried to roll over, but a pressure on her wrists prevented her from moving.

She opened her eyes again. There was a silhouette hovering above her. A male one.

She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a strangled gasp as a large hand gripped her throat. She breathed shallow breaths, trembling as he stripped her from the waist down.

The hand squeezed, threatening, before it released. She sucked in air gratefully.

As her eyes adjusted to the low light she saw that he was holding a rope. The same one that was wrapped around her wrists.

He yanked and she was dragged into a crunch. She shivered as the cold night air crept inside her pajama top and her nipples contracted. The man looped one end of the rope around her right leg, trapping it and forcing her into a sitting position.

His teeth glinted bright white in the darkness as he shoved her onto her back and thrust something inside her.

Her world exploded in pain and pleasure. The object slid in easily, driving deep and crunching into her cervix, far harder than she’d ever dare. It was thrust inside her again and again, twisting to burrow up through the wall where her sweet spot hid. The intensity was almost unbearable but each strike to her insides was tempered by the building of a familiar pressure.

She bit her lip, trying not to scream as her body shook, arching and rolling against the assault. Each time she was dragged back by a firm hand and the thin rope that bound her.

She shuddered as the silky edge of the free end was dragged across her skin and jerked when the small knot on the end whipped around to smack into her torso. It struck again and again, and despite herself she arched into the sharp spikes of pain.

The pressure was still building, the thrusting becoming more painful as the angle became more extreme until he was pressing the butt of the object against her arse and thrusting straight up, stretching her walls beyond their reach.

She cried out, her whole body shuddering in desperation as she danced across the swells of pain and grasped futilely at the foam of pleasure that topped their peaks.

She needed to come. She had to.

The man gripped her neck and she stopped breathing, unable to control anything of her own will anymore. Hot tears leaked out and slid down the sides of her face as her throat constricted.

The hand released as a fat thumb pushed down on her clit and the pressure was released. Her juices cascaded down her thighs as she sucked in lungful after lungful of sweet air, the pleasure sweeping through her body and drowning out any of the previous agony.

She went limp. The ropes were released and the silhouette leant in close to her face.
“You’re okay, right?” he asked. “Not dead?”

“She let out a low soft moan of appreciation.

“Cool.”

She twitched as the rope was untangled from her body. Each hiss of the silky smooth cord made her interest rise again until she was lifting her hips in offering to the man.

He smacked her clit lightly. She dipped her hips at the unexpected pain, then lifted them again.

“Don’t make me fuck with you.” He warned. He smacked her again, harder. She rolled away and he took the opportunity to land an even harder strike to her buttcheek.

“No more, please.” She surrendered.

He grinned and tweaked her nipple. She gasped and curled in on herself as it set off a domino effect. The ache in crotch began to build and soon she was arching and rolling her hips as the pressure returned to her body. She squeezed her legs together in an effort to control herself but ended up smacking her head against the bed in her desperation.

“What do you say?” the man asked teasingly.

“Where the fuck do you find these tricks?” she managed to asked back after several stuttered attempts.

“I read. Want it to stop?”

She shook her head, determined not to let him get the better of her.

“Alright, but you’re not going to be able to cum until I hit the trigger.”

She tried to move her own hands to her body to try finish herself off but the spasms were out of control and her arms kept finding their way back to above her head. She twisted her fingers into the sheet and bit her lip. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Make it stop.” She begged, unable to control her own body anymore than she could control the sun.

“Say the magic word.”

Her teeth clacked against her tongue as she struggled to find the right one.

“P-p-please.”

“Please what?” he urged.

“P-please M-m-m-master.” She hissed.

He pushed apart her quivering clenched legs and slid two fingers inside her. The tension ebbed and she thought she was free when he pressed into her sweet spot.

She thrashed and moaned, hysterical as he flicked the spot again and again. As she hovered at the crest of the wave he changed angles and pressed into two spots at once.

She fell, down, down, down past the normal floor of pleasure and right through, sinking into a state of absolute bliss.

Her body collapsed like a doll whose strings had been cut.

She breathed a sigh of relief and pleasure as he pulled her limp body straight and re-covered it with the blanket.

He leant over and kissed her goodnight. “Happy birthday.”

“Fuck you…” she managed to breath.

“Tomorrow.” He grinned. “For now, sleep.”

Her body having been wrenched from one extreme to the other by the full reality of her innermost fantasies, Jenny slept.

– J.B. Sutherland

Russian Roulette

Sophie sat at the table with the three freedom fighters. She smiled blithely at Kieran, a small blonde with large blue eyes and the inability to keep his mouth shut. He’d lost his train of thought several minutes ago but he was still talking, oblivious to its derailment.

Living in such close quarters with the boys made modesty impossible, so she had given up and was eating breakfast in a small silk nightdress. None of them had so much as glanced at her.

Sophie finished her cereal and the four dispersed. It was Jacob’s turn to clean dishes. Keiran hovered near him and continued his stream of one-sided conversation. Mike headed straight for the living room across the hall.

Now was probably the safest time to shower, while they were occupied with morning duties and procrastination. She’d learnt to work around their odd schedules after recurring incidents involving bathroom and bedrooms entered without warning. The boys treated her like one of them, which meant she was privy to the same invasion of privacy as anyone else.

Sophie slipped into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. The boys had something against closed doors. It was their army training, it triggered off some internal alarm in their trained instincts.

Warm water cascaded from the shower nozzle across her waiting hand. She climbed into the bathtub and stood under the jet, steam rising gently from her chilled form. She eyed the rings that once held a curtain and made a mental note to put up some bedsheets or something. After a few moments she closed her eyes and relaxed.

Reaching for the shampoo she lathered her hair into a bubble crown, the water thundering in her ears.

The door swung open and Mike marched towards the basin.

Her eyes snapped open and her hands flew to cover her most vital parts. She hunched in the corner of the tub. Mike ignored her, brushing his teeth. She stared at him indignantly. He rinsed and walked out again, leaving the door ajar.

She let out a little shriek of exasperation and stepped out, shampoo sliding across her shoulders. She grabbed a towel and held it in front of her as she went to push the door shut.

A soldier appeared in front of her, gun raised at head-height.

“We’ve got another one.” He yelled down the hallway, keeping his eye on her.

She stood frozen, water cooling on her bare skin, the towel dangling uselessly.

The soldier gripped her by the arm and walked her down to the front of the house.

Keiran, Jacob and Mike were being pinned to the floor by pairs of burly soldiers who seemed to be taking mild delight in kneeling on sensitive areas. Mike was staring sullenly at the wall, his arm twisted into an impossible position. Jacob was wriggling in an attempt to find a weak point anywhere in the grips.

As they approached Sophie became aware of muffled yelling. A soldier pulled Keiran’s head up from where he’d been pressing it into the carpet.

“Run run run run!” Keiran yelled, displaying his astounding lung capacity. His eyes fell upon Sophie. “For god’s sake run!” he shouted as the soldier slammed his head into the ground once more.

The gun pressed into the base of her neck. She froze once more as terror swept over her.

An officer detached himself from the ranks of men lining the opposite wall, guns pointed at the freedom fighters should they succeed in breaking their restraints.

The officer walked over slowly, taking in the scene. He stopped in front of Sophie and eyed the towel she was still clutching protectively to her torso.

He spun on heel and addressed the soldiers. “Gentlemen! Let us see what’s behind curtain number one!” He ripped the towel from her shaking hands and threw it at the restrained boys. “Leverage.” He crowed softly.

The men roared with laughter as Sophie tried to cover herself. Jacob groaned and looked away. The officer turned to face her.

Against her better judgement Sophie tried to back away from the horrible grin spreading across his features. Her back pressed against the soldier as cold gunmetal dug into her skull.

The officer took a step forward and leant down until they were face-to-face. “Easily broken leverage.” His hot breath hit her face, making her painfully aware of the cold that crept across her flesh.

He grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the wall.

Sophie slid to the ground, nose and chest aching from the impact. Fingers clawed her skull and her arms were yanked behind her back. She was dragged into a standing position, bent almost backward to meet the man’s sadistic grin.

He twisted her hair, turning her towards the boys to prevent her hair ripping out.

“Who feels like talking?”  he asked them cheerfully.

Keiran was already unconscious. Mike continued to stare resolutely at the opposite wall. Jacob was turning red as he continued to look away.

“So that’s how it is?”

Sophie felt the tears begin to form. They weren’t going to stop him.

Cold metal brushed her thigh. She gasped.

“Perhaps a game of Russian roulette will loosen your tongues.”

He dragged her into the kitchen and pushed her across the table. The wood was like ice against her stomach. She tried to push herself up but two pairs of hands held her down.

The sharp metallic clink of bullets hitting the floor echoed across the tiles. The click and spin of a gun re-chambered. She was shaking, muttering nonsensical prayers under her breath to whoever would listen.

“One bullet.” The officer declared to the remaining conscious boys through the doorway. “Six chambers.” He slid a hand down her right to grip her hip. “Three holes.”

She clenched as the realization hit her.

The hellish fires of the male body pressed against her back. “Six to one is fair odds, wouldn’t you say?” the man said in a low voice.

Sophie bit her lip and tried not to scream as the cold metal of the gun forced apart her clenched walls.

She waited for the trigger to be pulled, for the agonizing pain of her insides being ripped apart by searing metal.

The gun was pulled out.

“Flip her over.” Commanded the officer. “I want them to see the terror on her face.”

The two soldiers dragged her onto her back. She seized the moment to kick wildly but only succeeded in brushing fabric. The men dragged her further up the table and two more soldiers held her legs.

The officer watched her and slowly licked the gun, tongue trailing over the barrel.

Sophie thrashed desperately. The officer leant forward and smacked her across the face with the handle. She gasped at the pain, stunned.

The gun slid across her lips teasingly and with sudden force was shoved down her throat.

“Suck it.” The officer demanded.

Her eyes watered. The gun clinked against her teeth.

The officer leaned forward menacingly. “Suck it.” He said again, leaving no doubt that refusal would result in all six pulls of the trigger in an instant.

Gasping for air she closed her eyes and slid a tongue across the barrel. It tasted sharp with a hint of tanginess.

“Suck it good or the odds become two to one.”

The men were watching he rintently. She could feel their gaze even with her eyes closed. The barrel began to warm, absorbing the heat of her mouth as she sucked it.

The trigger was pulled.

A hiss of air hit her tongue and she screamed. The sound was obstructed by the gun.

“Three to one.” The officer stated and slid the gun from her wet lips. She stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed with terror, panting.

“Round two.” He let the gun trail down the length of her body. “But where to put it…”

The metal grazed her clit and against all reason her body responded. The officer grinned and flicked it again. She jerked slightly. He leant forward, pressing the barrel against the sensitive nub.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She shook her head wildly but gasped and twitched as he flicked the muzzle across.

“You filthy liar.” He lunged to grab a fistful of hair and yanked her head towards him. She cried out in pain. “Filthy liars get punished.” He snarled and thrust the gun inside her. She screamed as the weapon drove her clenched walls apart.

He slammed the gun into her, watching her face intently.

The sting and nip as edges caught gave way as blood flowed to the area. The knuckle clenching the weapon smacked her clit with each thrust. She began to quiver. Her body was responding whether she wanted to or not. She felt her cheeks grow hot and her breath come in short pants as the pressure began to build.
She wrenched away from his grip and arched her back, crying out at her shame cascaded down her legs.

Someone broke ranks and experimentally pinched her nipple. She moaned and arched into the unexpected hand.

There was the sound of a zip being lowered near her head. An eager lad pressed his member against her face.

The animalistic desires took over. She turned and engulfed the offered member and sucked, exhilarated at the feel of silky skin against her tongue. There was a startled gasp from it’s owner and it began thrusting into her mouth.

A tongue darted across her breast and swirled around her nipple. She pressed into the hot wet mouth and was rewarded with a soft bite. She keened and felt the electric shock shoot straight to her groin. Her hips began to buck of their own accord, desperate for every inch of the elongated object inside her.

The pleasurable motion halted. A painfully strong hand gripped her hip, forcing her down. She desperately tried to buck, to resume that ecstatic pace. The member slid from her mouth as she turned to look at the offending weight.

The officer held her gaze and slowly pulled the trigger.

A dull click sounded.

There was a small sigh of relief from the surrounding soldiers.

Sophie was beyond fear though. Her loins ached and the delicious crest of ecstacy was slipping from her grasp. She keened her urgency, head raised, mouth slick with her efforts.

“See how she begs for her end?” the officer commented to the boys outside the kitchen. “So easily broken.” He grinned.

He brushed the gun across her entrance and she tried to buck. It slid along the wealth of juices and slipped between her cheeks.

“So desperate.”

She needed something inside her. Anything. The ache was unbearable.

“She’d take anything.”

It pressed against the sensitive ring of muscle between her cheeks. She pressed back, the entrance already slick from the overflow of her excitement.
The heated metal pressed against her, eliciting sparks of excitement. There was a word. A word that would end the ache and her slow descent into insanity. She knew it. Through the haze of desire she found the word she needed.

“Please.” She whispered.

The officer grinned.

“Please, please.” She managed to call out, rocking against the cure to her ailments.

“And so she begs.” He said to the boys. “You can end her suffering. Just agree to divulge your information.”

“Please please please.” Sophie cried as loudly as she could summon the breath for.

“No?” The officer shrugged. “Too bad.”

He thrust the gun inside her arse.

Her world exploded in pain. It was too big, too angled, too sharp. She screamed, tears streaming from her eyes as her insides tore.

“You can end her suffering!” he called to the boys above the sound of her sobs. He began to pull the weapon out but she was clenching in agony and only succeeded in pressing it into the walls.

She gasped, an explosion of unimaginable pleasure shooting through every nerve in her body. The pain was still there but that pleasure drove it to the edges of her mind. He tugged again and a moan escaped her lips.

“Agony!” he called out, sounding somewhat unsure. “You can stop it!”

“She’s too far gone.” One of the soldiers commented. “Look at her eyes.”

Sophie looked at the nearest soldier with half-lidded eyes. They weren’t even holding her now, her limbs were limp. She had less power to move than she had to string together a coherent thought.

“They’re not yielding sir.” Someone stated.

There was the clatter of feet on tiles. “Sir, there’s reinforcements sir! They want the freedom fighters!”

He looked down at Sophie’s limp form.

“Then she’s useless.” The officer decided. “Useless leverage.”

He pulled the trigger.

– J.B. Sutherland

The Difference Between a Fighter and a Winner

“Breasticles.” Jason declared.

“What?” Emily asked, kicking a stone.

“Breasticles. You’re smuggling them under your shirt.”

“Oh gross.” She covered her chest with her hands. “Grow up Jay!”

“Not my fault you’re smuggling illegal substances onto the playground.”

“They’re attached! You’re such a pervert.” She kicked him lightly and ran to the tree a bare metre away.

He laughed and chased after her. He’d known Emily for most of his life. They’d shared juice cups and swam bare bummed in their blow up pool while their family watched. He’d seen her take her first spill off a bicycle. But lately things were different. He’d been forgetting those things and focusing on more interesting parts of her which he’d always sworn he’d never care about.

Like her chest.

It was mesmerizing. The way it pulled her shirt out of shape. The way the slight curves bounced when she ran. And most fascinating were the small nubs that appeared whenever the temperature dropped.

Or rose. That was something he had yet to quite figure out. It had happened last week when he’d leant over her to get a textbook. The heater was on and everything yet suddenly there they were, and his concentration was gone.

Maybe they were like a little temperature alarm that let the body know when it was getting to hot or cold. Or a pressure valve or something.

He caught up with Emily and tackled her gently, knocking her to the ground. They play-fought for a while until both grew tired. Jason collapsed and pretended to be dead, enjoying the strangely comforting smell of her flowery bodywash.

“Jay, c’mon, you’re heavy! Get up already. I can’t breathe!” she complained half-heartedly and struggled, kicking her legs uselessly.

“Can’t hear you. Dead.”

“What’s that? Oh no, there’s a zombie virus going round?”

Jason rose, stiffening his arms. “Brains.” He declared, and tried to chew on her fair hair.

“Ew, stop it, you’re drooling on me!” she squealed. He gummed her head lightly.

“Mmmm, light snack.”

“Hey, I’m smarter than you!”

“Zombies have no brains, of course you are!”

She kicked him and he caught her foot. “Jerk!”

He pulled her towards him, grinning. Her skirt slid up, giving a tantalizing peek at the plain white underwear beneath. He’d dreamed about those panties nightly for months now.

She flipped onto her front and tried to snake away, still laughing. Her skirt rose higher and his pants grew tight as her magnificent butt was put on full display.

She glanced over her shoulder and tried to pull her skirt down, embarrassed. He waved her hand away and crawled on top of her, pinning her.

“You are fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he breathed in her ear. He could feel the heat from her blush burning through his cheek.

“Bullshit.” she laughed. “Now let me up. You win, okay? I give up.”

He slid his hands to her wrists where she was trying to leverage herself and pressed them against the ground.

“Oh ha ha, very funny Jay. You know I can’t fight.”

He nibbled her ear, biting the tender flesh. She arched against him in shock. “Jay!”

He bit her neck and sucked.

“Stop it Jay! Not cool!”

He transferred her captured wrists to one hand and pulled open her shirt.

“Jay! People can see us!”

Her gripped her ripe breast with a firm hand. Instead of the moan he had been trained to expect from hour of porn, she shrieked, “Get off me you creep!”

She was squirming under him but it wasn’t with the pleasure he had expected. She was trying to get away from him.

Jason felt searing heat of anger burst through his veins, swift and unexpected.

He grabbed her hair and yanked it back before smacking it into the ground. “Shut up, you love it.” He hissed and yanked off her panties, dragging them to her ankles. “With those short skirts and those crop tops. You’re dying for it.

He gripped her thigh and pushed it aside, his weight on the other. She was shaking. Crying.

Jason felt a rush of pleasure at that.

He yanked down his own zipper and his cock sprang forth, stiff and rearing to go. He pressed it to her entrance and she shrieked again.

“Shut. Up.” He ordered and smacked her head into the ground again, this time keeping his hand there so she couldn’t make as much noise.

Gripping her hair he rose and thrust into her.

It was bliss. Hot wet insides pressing on his cock, squeezing it desperately.

Emily cringed.

He ignored her and thrust again, his head spinning. This was incredible. He thrust again and again. The heat in his groin was building to almost painful pressure. Emily was wriggling and crying beneath him but it just made him harder.

He came inside her, filling her with his come and reveling in it’s sticky slickness.

Spent, he withdrew. His former childhood friend was shaking, barely breathing, facedown on the ground. The evidence of his betrayal leaked out of her and soaked the ground.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck and hoisted her to sitting. “If you ever tell anyone I will fucking kill you.” He hissed and strode away.

He may have just destroyed eleven years of play dates and childhood trust, but right now, it was so worth it. He’d gotten rid of his virginity and he’d tapped the hottest ass in school.

Unnoticed, Emily had pulled up her underwear and was hoisting the biggest broken branch she could find. Holding it like a baseball bat, she took aim and swung.

Jay got out of the hospital with a few stitches and mild concussion while Emily got out with his DNA and a semen sample on file.

The two were forced to meet and walk out together when their parents came to pick them up. They glared at each other. Just before he left, Jay threw out one last-ditch effort to make himself look like less of a criminal.

“I thought you wanted it. Why didn’t you fight back?”

“I told you, I don’t know how to fight.” She said coolly and reached for the door. It swung back and slammed into his face as it slipped through her fingers. “But I do know how to win. See you in court, Jay.”

– J.B. Sutherland