Good Friends, Good Food.

A/N: It's been several months since I updated this story.  So I thought I'd post this as is.  Though sub-standard, at least it's something. 

I unlocked the manacles and Melody fell to the floor with a cry of pain.  Grabbing her by her left ankle, I dragged her over small door off to the side of my sub-basement.  I unlocked the door with a key in my pocket.  I dragged the unfortunate girl into the room and over to a table where I anchored her wrists and ankles to the cuffs on the corners of the table so she was spread-eagled.  I slid my pants off and shed my shirt.  I climbed on the table, my manhood erect ready for action.  I positioned myself on my knees, between her amazing legs.  She began pleading behind the gag and struggled against the ropes holding her sumptuious body in place.  I slapped her soundly across her pretty face.  I shoved my finger in and was rewarded with a moan.  Smiling, I forced a second finger in, her moans grew louder, making me harder.  I managed to get a third finger in.  She had three children and yet, surprisingly, she was as tight as a virgin.  Finally, I could wait no longer and I rammed my cock into her dry hole, causing her to scream like a stuck pig.  I didn't care however.  In fact I loved it, it was music to my ears.  I  also loved how her hole instinctively tightened around me in a vain effort to expel me.  I pulled out of her, until only the head was inside her, and smiled. 

"Had enough?" I asked.  She nodded, "Well, I haven't," I said as I thrust into her as hard as I could.  I could only imagine the pain she must be in as I rammed my cock in and out of her whipped cunt, as her tortured ass was shoved back and forth on the table.  I was in pure rapture.  The fact that she was in pain heightened my enjoyment and it didn't take long for me to feel a climax building.  With a groan of pleasure, I came.  The poor girl wept as my hot cum was blasted deep into her.  I was far from over.  I rummaged in the 'toy box' and found a metal funnel, an unopened bottle of vinegar and a box of baking soda.  I made sure she saw them before making my way down to her abused pussy.  I placed the funnel at her hole.  Realizing what I intended to do to her, she began struggling. 

"This is, no doubt, going to hurt... a lot.  If you keep struggling as you are, it'll hurt even more, so it's your choice," I said placing my hand on her lower abdomen.  The terrified girl sobbed silently and her struggling and thrashing about, ceased.  I placed the end of the funnel into her tight cunt and poured in the vinegar.  The tormented scream that came from my beautiful, bound and gagged prisoner was erotic and I felt myself getting hard already.  I poured the baking soda in and immediately, the bubbles began pouring out her pussy and out of the funnel, onto the floor.  When the torrent of bubbles ended, I untied her legs and lifting them up, sank my cock into her tight anus.  Again she screamed like never before.  As tight as her cunt was, her anus was even tighter. 

"Mark never did you back here I guess?" I asked with a sneer.  I didn't want or expect and answer so I didn't wait for her to shake her head, I already knew the answer.  Suprisingly, though I had just cum, I was almost ready to cum again.  A moment later, the inside of her anus, was also coated in my potent seed.  I decided her face-fucking would have to wait.  Leaving her bound to the table, I turned off the lights, locked the door drom the outside and regretably, left her sweet face for later.