The Debt Payback - Chapter 1

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Whips and cakes

The darkness and the devil. A lockup and a tied helpless girl.

Yes, that’s me, the alone helpless girl, with tied hands and legs, in small inappropriate clothes, insufficient to hide most of me, and then there is Dirk, the devil, prince of the town, coming towards me with disrespectful intentions.

My eyes are partially filled with tears and partially with fear. I am weak, bond and exposed to a hungry man who is desperate to eat my youth, eager to ruin my grace.

‘Dirk, please. Please don’t do this to me’ I implore to show mercy, but he comes closer and gets a nasty look on my half-covered body.

I lower my eyes, I am ashamed. The way he looks at me is so offensive.

‘No denies today, bitch. I gonna pluck your ego, pluck your juicy soft body slowly and steadily’ he says and unhooks the thin bra that covered my delicate breasts.

Ahhh…..It felt like some electric shock. Never before I had my breast uncovered like this, and that too before a man. All these years I so carefully saved myself, saved my youth with so much caution.

Sex is a fantasy, I never even had an affair, but this?

I never thought I’ll have to face these activities with tied hands and legs. I never thought my fantasies would be miseries. I never wanted to get naked before a man without my will.

‘Ahh…..’ I moan quietly as Dirk, getting behind me, slips his palms on my breasts, and then rubs against it.

It’s strange. I should be offended, and I sure am ashamed, but why I don’t feel so bad about what’s happening?

He’s molesting me, squeezing my breast, laying hands on my entire uncovered top, but there’s tender in his touch, like he likes my delicate curves.

‘Oh, Emily! Where were you all this time?’ he mumbles in my ears and then smells my hair.

He then gets on my front and licking my left breast for a second, he bends down to get his face close towards my belly, shifting his focus on my waist.

‘Like a silk, smooth and soft’ he comments, rubs his nose on my waist, and then gets his face closer to my bottom, on the most sensitive part of my body, the only things that’s covered in my body.

I have no idea how to describe this. I never thought I’ll have to go through something this disrespectful. Although he didn’t remove my panties till now, not yet, but I feel so uncomfortably excited, like something sensual is going to happen.

For a second he gets his nose on my bottom and tries smelling it. It’s so awkward and humiliating.

‘Dirk, please. I beg you, don’t do this, don’t ruin my life’ I beg again, although it’s hopeless.

He looks at me, chuckles, and then focuses again on my bottom. Then without considering my feelings, he lowers the only thing covering me, my panties, and there it is again, a cold wave that runs through my entire body.

I feel so harassed, so humiliated. I thought he would spare me but no, I was wrong. He actually has stripped me naked and God knows what’s his plans now. There sure will be an act of molestation and sex, but the question is how. Will he do it with manners, or will it be another story of misery and pain.

‘Ahhhh…….Please……..dont……ahhhhhh’ I mumble with closed eyes as he slowly rubs two of his fingers in my bottom lips, leaving me with strange cozy emotions.

My body is kind of numb and my body hairs are erect. While he explores my private part deep, my breast urge to get squeezed and my buttocks tickle on their own.

‘Ahhhh……….’ I moan again, this time stretching my legs, hands, and entire body, but what?

Suddenly he stops, even before getting deep into me and I know I shouldn’t be, but I am kind of depressed, a kind of unhappy like there is a suppressed thirst inside me, an incomplete orgasm.

‘No, don’t. I cannot be true’ he says and gets his finger off me for a while, like he has discovered something unexpected.

I open my eyes and look at him for answers.

‘Emily, my love, don’t tell me you haven’t done this before’ he says while I take a deep breath and lowers my eyes with shame.

‘Holy God! You’re a virgin, at this age?’ he asks, chuckling while I stay still as a statue.

‘Oh great. I can’t thank my fate enough. Finally, a virgin, after so long. I thought this town has no more like you’ he says and comes closer again with more enthusiasm.

Then kissing my lips forcefully, he pulls one of my nipples again. That was rude and it hurt.

‘Ahh….ouch….ahhhh’ I shout with pain as he twists my nipples rudely.

He chuckles. There is proudness in his face, like he has accomplished something big. It’s like he’s filled with another level of energy, maybe because he wasn’t expecting a virgin.

‘Save your shouts, girl, because this night is going to be bloody’ he mumbles and bends down again while I close my eyes with fear.

I can’t see what I am facing. I am in pain, I am distressed. I just want to get over this night.

‘Wake up, Emily’ someone says while I moan quietly.

I still feel his hands playing with me, his fingers digging inside.

‘Emily, it’s me. Wake up’ someone again pokes me quietly, while I open my eyes slowly.

For a moment I lost the track of the reality of where I am and with whom. It’s Sam, my roommate, my boyfriend, trying to get me over one of my scariest nightmares. Well, not a nightmare, a memoir to be more precise.

‘Sam? Oh, Sam, it’s you’ I say and lay palms on his cheeks, trying to feel his presence.

My heart is still paced.

‘Yes beautiful, it’s me’ he replies and presses his lips on mine.

I too press myself towards him and feel his softness all over my numb body.

Thank God those creepy days are over when I had to face so much
humiliation. Thank God my life is saved and I’m alive and kicking.

‘Now come on. You need to come with me’ he says while I pause for a moment, not knowing where he intends me to take.

‘I feel dizzy, Sam. Let’s sleep, please’ I plead as it’s already close to midnight.

I am supposed to attend a very important meeting with sales executives tomorrow and it’s scheduled for 8 in the morning. I am supposed to sleep by now.

‘It won’t be late, I promise. Just come along’ he says and pulls my left arm to wake me up from my bed.

He then walks me towards the hall and my lips widened with happiness. I am so surprised because the entire hall is decorated with candles and ribbons. It’s so romantic. There is a cake on the table and tiny blinking lights are on the ceiling like stars in the skies.

‘Happy 24th birthday my love’ he says pulling me towards himself, pressing on my lips again.

I feel so special, so loved. I didn’t think he’ll remember I was but I was so wrong. Not only he remembered but also he prepared to make it special.

‘Thank you, Harry. I don’t know how to describe how beautiful this looks’ I say while, ‘not as beautiful as you’ he says, kissing on my forehead.

‘Now come on, cake time’ he says and unexpectedly starts undressing me one by one.

First, it’s my T-shirt and then my trouser while I try to stop him in between, unaware of what he’s trying to do.

‘What?’ he asks at my denial while I chuckle with questionable eyes.

‘Why are you stripping me?’ I ask but he pulls my trouser down towards my legs, leaving me in just my undergarments.

‘This day is so special and this year I wanna make you celebrate it in a special way, my special way’ he tells, and getting on my back, he unhooks my bra to gets my breast naked.

I am still unable to understand what he means and what way he wants me to celebrate. I instantly cover my breasts with my palms.

‘Your special way? What’s that?’ I ask before he could pull down my panties.

‘Yes, the way you were born, naked’ he says and pulls my pants, stripping me completely naked.

There are Goosebumps and slow breaths inside me. I bring palms to rescue my nakedness.

‘Yes, sexy. I want you to celebrate today without wearing anything, just like you came to this world, 24 years back, without any clothes’ he says and my stripped body tickles on its own.

It's a little offensive and also a little awkward way to celebrate the day when you desire to look special. Being a girl my ways of celebrations differs from him. I want pretty dress, people, and claps all around but what do I say, men are men, and they want what they want.

Never was I naked on my birthday, not before today.

Well, it’s not important what he wants or demands, because I know how much he likes and admires me, and that is all that matters in a relationship. Celebrating the day naked is the least I can give in exchange for what preparations he has done for me today. It’s really beautiful and priceless.

‘What are you thinking, sexy?’ he asks as I stand naked without much expression or words.

Trying to hide my private parts, ‘Nothing, just about your ways’ I say.

‘What about it? Don’t you like it?’ he asks coming closer and then kisses on my bare shoulder.

I smile, blush.

‘This? It’s awesome’ I say pointing towards ribbons and lights, ‘but this? It feels kind of offensive’ I reply with a tricky chuckle.

He too chuckles.

‘Save your respect, sexy, because there’s more to come which you may not like’ he says and all of a sudden grabs both of my palms and tries to handcuff them.

I don’t know what’s happening, or what he intends to do, but am neither worried nor scared. I trust him so in reply I didn’t resist but lose myself to him while he handcuffs me on my back with ease. He then smells my loin and kisses on my back waist.

He is excited and I could sense his thing getting erect. It’s pressing on my uncovered buttocks and I am on a verge of getting laid.

‘Why handcuffs? Atleast let me cut the cake’ I mumble while kissing me again on my back neck a couple of times, he comes forwards to take me towards the table which has the cake.

I follow without any further questions while he lights 11 candles, the magic candles on the cake. He then looks at me with mixed expressions, as not comfortable in exposing his naughty plan.

I wait for a few seconds but I am not a person with a lot of patience.

‘Sam, what do you want me to do?’ I ask while he looks shy.

I wonder what’s going inside him but looking at him smiling cunningly, I could say that whatever it is that he has planned, it’s not what I will like and am sure of it.

‘I would like to add something extra’ he says, chuckles, while I wait to hear his plan.

‘Back in college we had a tradition of birthday bang, remember?’ he says, and all of a sudden a cold wave runs through me.

Birthday bang? Well, that wasn’t exactly a girl thing but boys used to do that all the time. It was a system where the birthday boy was thrashed by all his friends altogether, a kind of molestation with a lot of violence. Many a time the victim even cried with pain and begged for mercy but no one stopped as it happened to everybody, to every boy on his birthday.

We girls always found it unconventional and barbaric way of celebration although there were few rogue girls who actually celebrated in the same way.
Well, none of my friends were that wicked so I didn’t get a chance to get into something that violent.

‘Harry no, not at all, please’ I say after seeing the same wickedness in his face.

He sure is in a mood to whip me but with tied hands, I am so uncomfortable about it.

Well, ignoring my denials he lits the candles and asks me to puff but I stand back and try to save myself from being trashed. What’s worst is I am naked and my hands are handcuffed.

‘Come on, don’t be a girl. I’ll just smack you in my way, sexy, just in your back, that’s it’ he assures but I am still not ready for the violence.

I shake my head and take few steps back. In reply, he chuckles.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll just use my palms, nothing else, no paddle, I promise’ he says.

I can feel my heart beating as he says paddle. It’s a whipping item used in BDSM and believe me, it hurts, a lot. I hate it when he plays with it on me.
PS – We both are BDSM lovers but with boundaries.

Well, my constant ignorance will cost me because I can see him getting irritated.

‘If you don’t blow the candles now, I’ll use the whip until your ass turns red, and moreover, I’ll also use paddles’ he says while my heart pounds.
He isn’t joking.

‘You dare not, Harry, else…’, ‘else what? Your hands are tied’ he interrupts and coming near me, he slaps my buttocks with power.

It was noisy but wasn’t much painful. He then drags me towards the cake and although I resist, I couldn’t save myself.

‘I’ll just smack your ass, and just till the time you blow all the candles’ he says and makes me bend on my knee to get my face close to candles.

Then without asking much, he slaps my buttocks, both of them one by one.

I am offended, ashamed, and humiliated but moreover, I am also naked and being slapped in my back. It’s painful and irritating but with tied hands I am helpless so I don’t see a way to escape until I blow candles, exactly like he wants.

He isn’t stopping so getting out of options I start puffing the unkind magic candles which are hard to blow, and Harry keeps on slapping my bare ass with his rough palms. Initially, it felt good, pleasurable, but now after a minute, after getting more than twenty slaps, I feel hurt. My ass has turned numb and has also started to pain, but not for long as I blow off the last candle and Harry stops instantly.

My ass is on fire and it burns with pain. It’s so uncomfortable when I can’t even touch my back. I lay on the floor the sooner Harry stops. Closing my eyes for a moment I take a deep breath.

‘Would you care to free me now?’ I say at smiling Harry but he looks in a different mood.

‘Look at you, all tied and beaten, laying on the floor, asking for mercy. Ahh….it’s so pleasurable’ he says, laugh.

I don’t remember when I was this humiliated. His words are so true that I lower my eyes with shame.

‘Wait, sexy. Wait for the cake’ he says and cutting a big piece, he brings it closer to my lips.

Black forest, my favorite! Well, finally something sweet on my birthday but before it can eat the last part, he licks it off my lips. It’s so romantic and sexy. We also kissed for a while.

He then, without unchaining my palms, starts to rub my entire nude body with the cake, like trying to wax me. Well, I know this pretty well because this isn’t the first time. He did this before and even I am a fan of it. I too like doing it on his body.

After waxing my sensitive parts with cake, he slowly licks, bites the cream off my body part by part. First off my shoulder, neck, then off my breasts, both of them, slowly and tenderly.

Ahhh….it feels so awesome because his way to please is pleasurable to the fullest. Once in a while he also bites on my sensitive parts, especially on my thighs, and although it pains, there’s a taste of delight in it.

Slowly after licking and biting on unnecessary parts, he finally brings his lips to my body part where he left most of the cake, my bottom. He looks at me for a moment, just to know if I am ok to move forward, and in reply, I close my eyes with a deep breath.

‘Ahhhhh…………’ I moan, shout quietly, as his tongue tickles my bottom lips, digging deep into it.

His teeth also come into action and my God, I am so close to release.
I have no idea when was the pre-release because I am already wet, else it must be his mouth’s water on my bottom.

Being handcuffed, it’s a total surrender from my side and the only thing I can do now is to wait for his next move. Playing with my tongue for few minutes, he finally spreads my legs to straddle them wide.

It’s time for some real action because his pant chain is down and the beast is out.

Leaning over me like a crossbow, he slips his thing into my pit. It’s painful for a moment as there is less lubrication but soon pleasure took over the pain.

As it starts now, he also starts squashing my breasts softly with his hands, and instantly my nipples spring to attention. It’s his touch that is so tender. I am always craving for them.

After few seconds of strokes, he leans forward and gets his tongue to lick my stomach.

‘Ahhhhh……. ‘ I moan again as he bites me in process.

With restrained hands, all I can do is moan quietly with pleasure while he comes forward to kiss my lips again.

Although restrained and dirty, I am in seventh heaven with all my private parts riding along with me.

I can now feel his strokes getting stronger, while I spread my legs wider to create some more space. I am a little uncomfortable but the pleasure surpasses the pain. As I open my eyes and look at him, I see him making happy faces while sliding in and out of me, slowly, gently. I smile in reaction but he increases the intensity of strokes, forcing me to closes my eyes again.

The night gets noisy as there are mutual shouts of pleasure. I hope my neighbors aren’t light sleepers else cops would knock us.

Strokes have now increased with intensity, and I can now sense his juice shooting inside my honeypot. I know he’s close but I think I am closer. I can feel him wetting me from inside but I can also feel my own climax breaking me with a tingling shudder.


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